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[skyfallart]

On the night of November 6th, 1983, twelve year old Jimmy Kern* heads back home from a night out with his friend. However… he never arrives. Now, Craig, Clyde, and Token must band together to find out what happened -- while getting entangled with supernatural forces... and a supernatural kid.

^Fan S1 Poster - S1 Redrawn Scenes

A/N: I don't what possessed me to write/draw this, but here it is. Since this an AU there has and will be changes. For now I just listened below the characters in the poster, and who their Stranger Things counter part is. I'm finishing up some scenes I redrawn, so hopefully I can get those up too (And introduce you to more people in the universe).

So, first up, we got the boys. We got...

° Craig Tucker - 12 - Dungeon Master/Thief - Middle Child - "Leader" of the group. Basically, I saw fan art of Creek being Mileven and I just had to try doing it on my own. Craig, just like in SP, is like the leader of his own group in this AU. I also made his D&D counterpart the same as TSoT, a thief instead of a paladin. But despite being a thief, he's still the heart of the group. Just like in Stranger Things, he's the one to find and allow Tweek to stay in his home. ° Token "Tolkien" Black || 12 || Ranger || Only Child || "Brawns over Brains" of the group. Still a bit of a rich kid in this AU, and lives with his two parents. He tends to butt heads with the others when Tweek comes into the story, feeling a bit left out and untrusting of the kid with superpowers; But eventually that all gets cleared up. In this AU, he's the one that goes to camp in S3, and has a long distance relationship with his GF, `Nicole, whom he met at camp. ° Clyde Donovan || 12 || Elf Cleric || Only Child || The "Voice of Reason" of the group. Lives with his single mother, Betsy, and their cat: Mr. Kitty (Stealing Cartman's cat here for this). I see him sharing a lot of traits with Dustin, but he's also a bit like Lucas too in this AU (He's more of the sporty one, and his GF, Bebe appears in S2 taking the place of Max). ° 011 - AKA: "Tweek" (Later: Tweek Marsh) - 12 - Mage - Superpowered Lab Rat Same kind of origin, stripped away from his mother and placed inside South Park Lab. After escaping he's found by the boys and ends up staying at Craig's house. He has the 011 tattoo on his wrist, but instead of being given the name "El", Craig gives him the name "Tweek" because of his fidgety moments (I see him being spazzy in this AU from the stress he felt from the lab, rather than the drug-induced coffee).

Then, we got the Kerns, which replaces the Byers. Seeing that Sharon has multiple last names in SP, I chose Kern 'cause it sounded better than the others.

° Jimmy Valmer Kern - 12 - Bard - Youngest Child - "Ride or Die" Comedy until he's very last breath. May or may not have punched Vecna in the face while in the upside down. I unfortunately have to make our poor boy Jimmy as Will. I promise he won't be as neglected once he returns like his ST counterpart. He's D&D character is a bard like in TSoT, and for now, I have no romance planned for him. Just good old family love.

° Sharon Kern - 40s - Single Mother - Will do anything for her children. I thought she was the perfect choice for Joyce after seeing the "Spooky Fish" episode. Sharon literally was burying bodies for her son Stan, and making sure he wouldn't end up in jail (For something he didn't do). I could definitely see this woman communicating with X-Mas lights to find her son. ° Older! Stanley Kern - 16 - Oldest Child - Excellent Photographer - Can actually talk to girls without vomiting. And yes, we're getting Blond Stan in this AU because I said so. I made him Jonathan in this AU after deciding who was going to be playing Nancy. Stan's kind of an outcast until he meets Wendy, who's trying to look for his lost friend, while he looks for his brother. Together, with their determination combined, they'll make anything work.

Other Characters. We've got...

° Older! Wendy Testaburger Tucker - 16 - Older Child - Total Badass in the second half of the 1st season. Typical sibling love-hate relationship w/Craig. After realizing her friend has gone missing under mysterious circumstances, typical "All-American" girl Wendy transforms into someone better, as she will do anything to find out what happened. She teams up with Stan... giving her boyfriend the wrong idea (Not spoiling who the BF is just yet). ° Randy Marsh - 40s - Town Sheriff - Has the hots for local single mother, Sharon (If it isn't obvious). Randy, just like Hopper, in this AU had an ex-wife and a daughter who passed (Sorry, Shelley). He lives a sad life of donuts and alcohol, until the search for Jimmy sparks something inside of him, and spirals his life into the supernatural forces caused by the lab. He eventually has to get Sharon involved to solve this crime. ° Dr. Alphonse Mephesto - 50s - Genetic Engineer/Crazed Local Scientist - "Papa" to a lot of children that ain't even his (I mean, he named his kids after numbers. Can we call CPS now?). I didn't know who else to pick, but for some reason Mephesto might actually be a good choice for Brenner. You'll learn more about him later on.

For now, that's all I got. I'll try to finish those screencaps soon! (And if anyone's interested, maybe I'll write a fanfic? Or a fan-comic?)

[heartbreakgrill]

Delicate: Vessel (Sleep Token); Pt. 3, “This ain’t for the best.”

“Jesus, Daz.”

I looked up from my shoes, searching the crowd of people sitting before me for my brother’s brown eyes. He was twisted around in his chair with a concerned look on his face. Beneath that expression, I could tell he was really hungover. Like me, he wore eye bags, a grimace only one who had been up too late drinking could wear.

“You look like shit.”

I pulled out the chair next to Sam, dropping my bag and neck pillow onto the floor beside me. I stretched my lips apart, lamely, “Thanks so much.”

Sam faced forward as I sat down. He reached for his coffee cup, staring at me over the edge of it. “Sorry. Are you feeling okay? Oliver texted me before you guys left last night. Said you were sick.”

I flickered my eyes to the end of the table, where Oliver was sat. He gave a small smile, like it pained him to do so. I shrugged to Sam, “Fine.”

“Do you remember…anything?” Max inquired now. He chomped down on a bagel, his grin like a devil’s.

Out of the corner of my vision, I saw Oliver shift in his seat. I swallowed thickly, “Um…I remember…”

He was listening intently, anticipating my words.

“Dancing. Drinking. Dinner. Puking on the curb. After that, I…I don’t really know,” I ran my teeth over my bottom lip nervously.

“Don’t remember Oliver walking you home? Sleeping in his room? How about when I came and brought you back to ours? You don’t remember when you touched my hair and called me a poodle?” Sam rattled off a few memory joggers, but nothing clicked.

It was the truth. Well, it was…a partial truth.

I remembered snippets. Like clips from a sped up movie, shooting through my brain in memories that I couldn’t quite grasp. The warmth of Oliver’s chest, the feeling of his hoodie on my body, the Hello Kitty bandaids on my knees, his thumb stroking my cheek.

The sad part was, though his behavior was sweet that night, it didn’t change anything for me.

When I woke this morning, in my own bed, and I began to recall only small moments from the night before, I realized that Oliver only did as much because I had been seducing him all evening and, most importantly, because I was Sam’s baby sister. He would have faced hell had he not gotten me to bed safely. With the context of what I had remembered from our encounter, Oliver still couldn’t stand me. This was only confirmed when I knocked on his door this morning, secretly hoping that maybe there were missing pieces of my memory that would snap back into place once I saw him. Hoping that these missing memories would say something different.

Why? I didn’t exactly know the answer to that. From the interactions we had had thus far, I should hate him, not want him anywhere near me. But, something deep within me felt drawn to him, attracted to him. But, when he opened the door, I realized this was an unrequited want.

He looked…annoyed. He saw the hoodie in my hands, reached out with an expectant hand, and stared at me with darkness pooling in his eyes.

I set the hoodie in his grasp, brows furrowing. “Thanks…for your help.”

“Yeah,” he barely murmured before stepping back into his room and shutting the door.

So he really did hate me.

So, why was he so concerned with what I remembered?

I shook my head at Sam. My hand was shaking, from lack of sleep and anxiety, as I reached for the glass of water sitting before me. “No, sorry.”

“Oh, also,” Ronnie reached behind her, digging in her coat pocket, “Do you remember losing your wallet? The bouncer gave it to us when we were leaving.”

I ashamedly held out my hand, taking it from her. “Is that why I had to stay with Oliver?”

He shuffled at the sound of his name, glancing over his plate, dark eyes distant, dead. I watched him for a moment, noticing the way he ignored the very mention of himself, maintaining distance from our conversation even if he had every right- and every need- to speak up. Just because of me.

Sam glanced at the singer, expecting him to say something. When he didn’t, like I knew he wouldn’t, Sam said, “Yeah. Sorry. Came and got you as soon as I could.”

“It-it’s fine…” I trailed off, moving my gaze to my plate of food. Why did I feel rejected? I shouldn’t care about Oliver.

“Well, sorry for you losers, but,” Max pursed his lips, looking at our group with a cockiness in his eyes, “I’m unforgettable.”

I managed to chuckle at his air, “Oh, so true, Max.”

“In all seriousness, I had a great time last night.”

The others concerned themselves with their own conversations as Max focused on me, seated across from him. I glanced at Oliver, just curiously, and noticed he was on his phone, as per usual.

Why did he care what I remembered? Had he told me some secret? Had he kissed me, or done something inappropriate that would cause some sort of conflict? It was all very strange.

“Yeah,” I replied, distantly, before turning my focus back to Max. “Me, too. Thanks for buying my drinks.”

“Anytime, lovely.”

“Did I…” I scrunched my face up in embarrassment. Images of Max and I dancing flooded my mind. I remembered doing so, but I hadn’t realized until now that I had been so…flamboyant about it all. “Oh, God. Did i grind on you?”

Max’s grin was so bright, it nearly blinded me. “It was life changing.”

“Jesus Christ,” I lay my head in my palm, eyes squeezed shut. “Never let me drink that many Dirty Shirleys ever again.”

“Sorry,” Max spoke through his giggles, “I should have slowed you down. But, you were so relaxed. I figured you probably needed it last night.”

“Oh, I did,” I began to dig into my breakfast, knowing we’d be leaving quite soon. “I have been working my ass off in school for so long. And, I have to do it all again in just a few months.”

“Are you excited?” he asked me as he took another bite of his bagel.

I nodded slowly, “Yeah. Somewhat. I like school. But, this is so much fun, I can’t even think about that right now.”

“Don’t. Just…enjoy this. It’s already flying by. Don’t know what we’ll do for the rest of the tour without you.”

Max spoke with such sincerity that it broke my heart. I pouted at him, quickly swallowing to say, “Aw, Max. That's so sweet. I’m definitely going to miss this.”

“Two more months, love. Let’s make it last forever,” he winked cheekily, returning to his usual, teasing self.

I could do two more months with Max, with Adam, Cy, Ronnie, Sam. With weekend club trips, early morning breakfasts, venturing across Europe. I could do this forever.

But, I didn’t think I could do Oliver’s animosity forever. Not when my stomach clenched everytime he looked at me, not when my skin would get clammy, and my hands would shake with unrequited anticipation.

Not when I was feeling this way about him, and all he could do was glare at me.

-

Throughout the first week that we were in Italy, moments I experienced triggered memories like a shotgun ringing through the night. It was only small scenes, and it happened randomly, which frustrated me as each new piece of information was revealed.

The first thing I remembered was that moment when I vomited on the sidewalk. I knew it had happened, thanks to the bad taste in my mouth that morning. But, also, because I had a vision in my head of running out of the bar, scraping my knees. This was relevant to my mind because of the bandaids I caught sight of in the morning.

Oliver rushing to my aid? His whispered sweet nothings? I didn’t know about any of that until we had landed in Italy.

The plane ride had been brutal. I felt sick the entire time, and when we landed, I had to race off to the bathroom to empty my stomach. When I met up with our group, back by our gate, Ronnie had a fresh water bottle and package of pretzels ready for me.

“Thanks, mom,” I joked, wrapping my pillow back around my neck before taking the refreshments from her.

“Sure thing, peaches,” she rolled her eyes.

We all began moving, as a group, towards baggage claim. I fell in step beside Ronnie, lazily chewing on the pretzels. They were helping with the nausea.

“You remember your brother’s awful Mario impression?” Ronnie chuckled to herself, gaze distant as she thought about it.

“Oh, God,” I cringed as the scene played out in my head. ‘Why did he do that? What was that? Why did we let him go on for so long?”

“I don’t even know,” Ronnie pressed a hand to her lips as we shared a loud laugh.

Sam looked over his shoulder at the sound, slowing his feet, which were matching Max’s pace, to come to the other side of Ronnie. “What’s so funny?”

“Why are you so nosey?” I scrunched my nose, speaking through a pretzel that was between my lips.

“You’re in public, laughing like a hyena. I’m allowed to be nosey.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he returned the expression. “You’re a dick hungover,” I commented.

Ronnie nodded slowly, “Yeah, I’m not gonna disagree with her on that one.”

“Well, this is coming from the girl who once tore apart my favorite teddy bear because she didn’t get to have Cheerios for breakfast,” Sam leaned into Ronnie, speaking low, as if passing a secret, even though he glared at me and knew I could hear him.

I gaped at him, offended by him bringing up something that happened twenty years ago. “Dude, you literally ate the last bowl without asking. And you knew I wanted Cheerios that morning. I literally asked you to save me some! You ate a bowl bigger than my head!”

“Now, that’s impossible,” Sam scoffed, eyeing my cranium snarkily.

My jaw dropped more, if at all possible. I threw a pretzel at him, “Fuck you. You know I’m insecure about the size of my head!”

Ronnie, snickering to herself, took a chance to tease. She set a hand on my arm, smirking at Sam, “S’okay, Daisy. Your brother’s just mad you have a big head because-” she pointed at his crotch, “his is small.”

Adam, Cy, and Max heard this and, harmoniously with Ronnie, burst out into laughter. Max slammed a hand down onto Sam’s shoulder, “Ouch, dude! That’s gotta hurt!”

I giggled, glancing around the boys. My eyes ghosted over Oliver, whose back was facing me as we walked. His head was down. Ronnie’s words echoed in my memory, a distant reverberation that flashed images behind my eyes.

“It’s okay, Daisy. You’ll be okay.”

I touched my neck, nearly feeling Oliver’s fingers ghosting there, but it was just a gust of wind pushing through the automatic doors we were walking out of. The way he had touched me, the way he pulled my hair from my sweaty face, bunched it up in fist. It was so…sweet. Caring.

How was this dull man capable of such kindness if he hated me so much?

-

The time change in Italy, luckily, didn’t throw me off too badly. The next morning, I woke, feeling refreshed and no longer hungover. It was nice to not feel like a walking corpse, like I had all of yesterday.

We were here in Florence for the next week, and next week we would be in Rome. I spent the first two days wandering the streets. Ronnie and Sam would be meeting me for dinner later that evening, on the second day, so I didn’t get involved in anything too seriously. They didn’t have as much to do at the venue because things had gone so well the day before. Tomorrow, I had plans to take a tour group, like I had back in England, to catch the best sights of the city more easily.

I spent the afternoon perusing antique shops, book stores. It was interesting, to blend into the background of stranger’s stories, to not hear my mother tongue for hours at a time. I definitely had culture shock sometimes, but I also felt at peace, both humbled and relaxed by the experience.

That didn’t stop my mind from racing.

Oliver consumed all my thoughts. His hushed comfort replayed through my mind like a skipping record, white noise beneath the mangled languages filling the space around me.

The more I thought about him, his touch, his words, the tighter my stomach got. I felt like I could choke up broken wings from the butterflies that had taken up a village in my stomach. neI dreaded breakfast the next morning, knowing that it meant I’d have to look him in the eye. While he avoided me, cursed my presence, I felt myself drawn to him as every second drug past.

I tried to focus on the present moment, the gorgeous shops I was perusing, the delicious food samples offered to me nearly every two feet. What snapped me out of my racing thoughts, fully, was the sound of my phone ringing in my pocket.

I balanced my bags in one hand and dug through my purse until I found the device. I usually kept the sound off, but being that I was alone, in the middle of a foreign country, I figured it would be a good idea to have it on.

A picture of Sam and I covered my screen and his contact name- Sam Ham- was in a white font above it. I was somewhat confused, considering he was supposed to be at rehearsals right now. They had another hour before he and Ronnie would join me for our later lunch.

“Hello?” I pressed the phone between my shoulder and ear, tucking myself into the corner of the antique shop, so as not to disturb others.

“Daz, hi,” Sam breathed out. I struggled to hear him at first, as above his voice was music, loud music, accompanied by singing. Cymbals crashed, a guitar riffed, and…Oliver was singing.

I’d heard it before, on Spotify, on pre recorded tracks that Sam had shown me. Of course, I’d never really listened to it, prejudiced with my own taste of music. Hearing it like this, live, hearing the soul Oliver fueled his lyrics with…it sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t understand what he was singing, but I knew it was good. He was incredibly talented.

He’s a dick, I tried to remind myself.

“What’s up?” I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to focus on Sam, and Sam only.

He seemed to leave the room that had been housing the loud music, tone more clear as a door shut behind him. “Hey, sorry. Um…there’s some shit going on with the speakers and wires. Me and Ronnie won’t be getting out of here on time. I’m so sorry.”

“No, that’s okay!” I shook my head, “Don’t even apologize. You can’t control that.”

“I know, I just feel bad,” Sam huffed, before continuing, “Cause I need to ask a favor, too.”

I stepped to the side as a group of customers moved past me, whispering apologies. “I’m- sorry, guys- scusa- sorry, um- I’m not busy. What do you need?”

“If we ordered food from somewhere, could you go pick it up and bring it to us? I’ll cover you,” he offered.

“No, of course. Just text me the address,” I reassured him. “And I’ll cover myself. You got me the other night, anyways.”

“What? When?”

“At the restaurant? You covered-”

“Sam! Can you please tune ii’s drums again? Something’s not fucking working!”

“One minute!” Sam seemed to hold the phone away from his mouth as he spoke, which I was grateful for. “Gotta go, Daz. I’ll send you the place. Text me your order and I’ll let you know the details.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you. Bye-”

He cut himself off, three beeps resounding, signifying that he had hung up. Immediately, I received a text with the name of the restaurant. I quickly found something easy on the menu and replied. While I waited for him to give me the information regarding the order, I decided to head back to the hotel. I needed to drop off my shopping bags and honestly fix my hair.

Because I would be seeing Oliver.

And, despite myself, my own self interest and boundaries, I wanted to look good for him. So what if he hated me- he thought I was hot. And, I’d break my own back to just get him to look at me for one single, fleeting moment.

-

Two hours later, I was flashing my ID to the venue’s security, being led through the entrance by a worker, and wound up standing just inside the pit, right where the floor dipped down. The music was even louder in person, yet I could hear it more clearly. Oliver wasn’t on stage, nor anywhere to be seen, which I was grateful for. I needed just another moment to prepare myself to see him.

I couldn’t help but smile at Max, who was spinning around the stage, his large bass whipping through the air, effortlessly. He wore casual clothing, a sight I was used to, but had his stage mask pulled down over his face. There was a small bump from his bun, which I chuckled at seeing.

Adam and Cy were dressed similarly, with those same masks on, each fit with their own instruments. They seemed to be rehearsing a song, focused on the sound mix and not the singing, considering Oliver wasn’t with them. After a minute or so of me standing there, watching them, actually enjoying the music I was hearing, the song ended.

Sam walked out onto stage, a headset down over his curly hair, a clipboard in hand, “That was good, guys. Sounds better. Soon as Daisy gets here, we’ll break. Wanna go from the top? I’ll grab Oli-”

“Daisy!” Max, who had been fiddling with the strings on his bass, glanced up when Sam mentioned me. He spotted me, towards the back of the room, shifting the bags in my hands.

I lifted the food up in a sort of greeting, grinning as everyone looked to me, “Hey, guys!”

“Oh, thank God,” Sam wasted no time in taking off his headset, tossing it and the clipboard onto an amp next to him.

Max set his bass down, too, joining Sam as he b-lined for the stairs. Sam took a bag from my left hand and Max took the other, greeting me with kind thank-you’s and a hug from the taller man. “We’re so happy you’re here,” Max wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me as we followed after Sam.

I adjusted my slipping purse strap, giggling slightly, “Really?”

“We actually are,” Adam spoke up as we bounded up the stairs.

I didn’t know where we were going, but the guys headed backstage, Cy joining in our group. Max added, “Today has been a fucking shitshow. You’re, like, a ray of sunshine in the rain, love.”

“Oh,” I grinned with a blush eating at my cheeks, “Well, then, I’m happy to be here.”

I couldn’t see much of the band’s expressions behind their masks, but I knew their words were true. Each of their pairs of eyes shone joy, lit up like fireworks.

We continued our short conversation until we reached a back room, where Sam held the door open for all of us while we piled in. Max let go of me now, moving to unpack the take out bag on the counter. I guessed this was their dressing room, considering there were racks of clothes, stray bottles of paint laying about, and bags of theirs that I recognized sat at each of the four chairs pushed into the vanity.

I didn’t notice Oliver in the corner of the room, fiddling with a piano, and I didn’t even hear the notes he was playing. I was too busy helping Max, matching everyone up with their food order, giggling as the bassist poked my side.

“You want something to drink?” He asked me, moving to a mini-fridge in the corner of the room.

I set my own carton of food down on the counter beside Max’s, then followed him. I met eyes with Oliver- well, I met eyes with the blackened slits of his mask- nearly tripping over myself. My words stuttered out as the notes he keyed out came to my hearing.

Oliver wore black, fabric pants, black socks, and a black cloak, with white emblems on the elbows. His lips and the very edge of his nose were visible beneath his mask, and I noticed he was murmuring some melody to himself. I knew that he was looking at me because I could feel the burn of his dark eyes on my skin. I peeled my gaze away, feeling my face get hot.

And I noticed he was shirtless.

This image drew another memory from the trenches of my mind.

“Wanna keep staring at me or go to bed?”

I knew I had worn his hoodie to bed, but I hadn’t remembered that he took it off of his own back.

What I replied with, what he proceeded to say afterwards- these were all blanks, holes in my memory. But, I knew, now, that he had literally given me the shirt off his back.

I looked to the slits of his mask, again, brows furrowed, jaw slack. Oliver quickly dipped his head, focused on the piano that sat on the stand before him. Max peered over his shoulder, crouched down in front of the mini-fridge. “Love? Daisy? Drink?”

I moved my head from side to side, slowly, peeling myself from my trance. I glanced down at Max, breathing deeply, shutting my slack chin. “Uh…yeah. Yeah, please. Just- water. Thanks.”

I noticed Max flicker his eyes between me and Oliver, blond brows furrowing slightly. “Oh…kay. Here you go.”

I reached out and took the bottle from him. Turning on my heel, I peeled myself away from the corner of the room, finding myself back at my food quickly. Max joined me, carrying his own bottle. He examined me, almost curiously, as I turned to face him. “What?”

“No, nothing,” he cracked open his bottle and took a sip, still watching me.

‘Seriously, what?” I grew impatient and snapped the words, though quietly, unwilling to draw attention.

Max held up a defensive hand, “Nothing. Sorry. Just…” Max glanced over his shoulder, to Oliver. I followed his line of vision, face heating up. “Be careful.”

Be careful.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

-

I’d rushed home after eating with everyone yesterday, avoiding Max, who had asked me to step outside with him after we tossed our trash away. I claimed I had a headache and needed to go lay down. Instead, I spent the evening in the hotel pool, resisting the urge to drown my stupid self in the water.

I didn’t even join the group for dinner, not even when Sam called my phone and asked where I was. He said he didn’t see me in our room. I lied and said that I’d gone out. Afraid they’d find me swimming, I snuck up to our room, changed, and made true of my words. I went to some stupid dive bar, bought tickets to see some local comedian. Some of his set was in Italian, but some in English, so I enjoyed myself as best as possible.

In the morning, I didn’t even join everyone for breakfast. I didn’t want to take any chances of seeing Oliver, nor Max, now that he knew of this stupid fucking crush I had. I waited until Sam left, then got up, showering, dressing and preparing myself to be gone all day.

I had my tour group today, so I texted Sam and told him not to wait up for me later. I grabbed breakfast at some local cafe I’d yet to try before making it to the bus. I was accompanied by some older English ladies and a group of Australian bachelorettes. We had a lot of fun together, not weighed down by the presence of any men. By the end of the day, I’d made a few friends, gained new contacts in my phone, and had a load of photos I needed to go through.

It was dark when I returned to the hotel. I sped past by the dining room, hoping everyone couldn’t see me b-lining for the elevator. Just when I thought I was in the clear, as the steel doors began to slide shut, someone stuck their hand through the partition. The elevator dinged as the doors peeled back open.

I frowned, shifting on my feet, wrapping my arms around my stomach, as Max stepped inside. He shot me a soft smile, stepping in beside me. “Hey, love. How was your tour?”

I shrugged and avoided his eye contact. Max sighed, facing the doors, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Three floors passed by on the little digital screen before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry for giving you such a cryptic message yesterday-”

“Listen,” I interrupted him, a gross taste in my mouth, “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I’m just trying to- ignore it, alright? It’s stupid and I don’t want to deal with it because I feel like it’ll just cause drama, yeah? Can we just…act like it never happened?”

I finally looked Max in the eye, shoulders tensed, hopeful that he would agree.

“That’s a good idea,” he nodded slowly.

“Really?”

Max gave a pathetic chuckle, “Really. I said be careful because I thought you were going to pursue something with him. And, Daisy, I just think- you’re too good for him. I love Oliver. He’s one of my best mates, but- he’s a wreck. He doesn’t have his life together. He’s so involved in his music, and this band, and he just doesn’t make time for anything else. Not even himself.”

‘That’s kind of sad,” I scrunched my nose, “have you talked to him about having healthier coping mechanisms?”

“Believe me,” Max waved me off, “we have. He goes to therapy. So, that’s something. But, I think it’s still gonna take a while before he learns to balance his personal life and this…this insane amount of attention we’re all receiving. You deserve a lot more than that. You deserve goodness and light because that’s what you are. I won’t let you get yourself involved in a shitty situation with him.”

“I don’t even know what it is about him,” I brushed my hands down my sides, as if attempting to wipe myself clean of Oliver. “Just…he’s an asshole to me-”

“I know,” Max rolled his eyes, “I’ve been talking to him about that, too.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled. Then, I sighed, and continued, “I just keep getting these flashbacks from the other night, when I was drunk. He was being…so kind to me. And, I’m a stupid fucking idiot. I get attached to people easily. So, my brain is just- fucked. I don’t want to think about him like this, but…”

“It’s okay,” Max lay a hand on my arm, drawing my gaze to his. It calmed me a bit, the soothingness of his stormy blue eyes. “We’ve just gotta get you laid. I promise that you’ll forget about him in an instant.

I bit my lip, giggling at his eyes, “You’re probably right. How about next week? I’ll download a dating app. You make sure I go out with somebody, yeah?”

“Now, that I can do,” Max tugged me into his side and leaned his cheek against my head. I wrapped my arms around his waist, comforted in his hug. “I bet these Italian boys will

The elevator doors opened again. I stepped out, turning to Max, who held the doors open, to say, “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, okay?”

He reached out a hand, booped my nose, “Okay, darling.”

“It’s complicated, darling…We can have this conversation when you’re sober. Can we do that, darling?”

Fuck.

-

I couldn’t sleep.

There was still something missing, I just knew it. One more line from Oliver, one more slurred response from me. But, from what I had, from what I had grappled at desperately with my shaking fingers, I knew things were not what they had seemed to be.

I rolled over in bed, trying not to make too much noise because I knew Sam was fast asleep- evident from the snores he elicited. But, I let a small huff pull from my throat, a frustration building up in my chest that made me want to cry. My pillow was warm on both sides, the room was stuffy, sweat was pooling on my neck. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t find a good position to lay in. I just wanted to go to bed!

But Oliver was haunting me like a ghost.

His words resounded in my head, over and over, singing like when I’d get a line from a song stuck up there. They teased me, knowing they knew everything that I didn’t.

After kicking the covers off of me and throwing a clenched fist against the bed, I decided it was best for me to just get up. I pulled sweatpants beneath my long t-shirt, shoveled my feet inside my slippers, and grabbed my purse and phone. I headed for the vending machine first, purchasing a bottle of water. I cracked it open as the elevator doors shut.

I examined the buttons laid out before me. I could go down to the lobby, see if the bar was still open. But, drinking sounded disgusting right now. It would probably make me do something stupid, anyways. The roof was tempting, too. I really wanted to go there. But, part of me worried that Oliver would be there.

Part of me hoped he would be, too.

Before I knew it, the doors were opening to the roof. There was another pool up here, one I didn’t know about. Given the time- 1 am- there weren’t any guests swimming. I was going to take advantage of this newfound opportunity tomorrow, considering it was one of our last days in Florence.

I walked towards it, examining the crystal blue waters. I wanted to take a dip now, knowing it would clear my head. The shining moonlight and chlorine chemicals would force me to think more efficiently. I settled for sitting on the edge, sweatpant legs tugged up enough that I could sink my feet in.

I shuffled my playlist, some Taylor Swift song playing faintly beneath the sounds of the city beneath me. Car horns beeped, music poured from open dive-bar doorways, crowds of people rowdied down the streets. As noisy as it was, with the pool pump humming alongside the music of the night, it was peaceful.

I became mindful of my own thoughts, tracking them down, lassoing them up, so I could sift through them and organize everything.

Oliver had told me it was complicated. What was complicated? What had he wanted to speak about later? What conversation did he want to have with me, sober? From everything else I remembered- his tearing words as he shed his hoodie, his lingering touch on my body, his sweet use of the word darling- there was a tension between us that night. Was that what he wanted to discuss? Was that what was complicated?

I didn’t have much peace and quiet to myself because, soon after I sat down, the elevator doors opened. I quickly stood from the pool, shoving my cuffed pants down, exiting out of the Spotify app. I don’t know why the position I had been in felt so intimate, but I didn’t want this stranger to intrude on it.

Not that it was a stranger.

I should have known Oliver would come up here.

I crossed my arms over my chest as a breeze blew through the roof. Too, I wanted to take a defensive stance against him. He looked up when he stepped out of the elevator, cigarette already lit upon his lips.

“Oh,” he took it between his fingers, smoke pouring from his puffed cheeks. “Sorry-”

He tossed the butt to the concrete ground of the roof, stomping it out with the toe of his black Converse. “Didn’t know you’d be up here.”

Okay, that was something, too. He chose not to smoke around me. That was courteous…that was the man who had given me the shirt off his back.

I tilted my head, looking up at him as he moved closer. Why was that when we were alone, on some roof, or behind the doors of his hotel room, he felt like he could speak to me? I wanted to ask, but I wasn’t that bold.

Instead, I said, “Thanks.”

Oliver moved past me, approaching a set of chairs positioned towards the farthest wall of the roof. He sat down, stretching his legs out onto the ledge above. He leaned back in his chair and flipped his hood atop his hair. I watched him from where I stood, unsure of what I was to do. Should I sit back down on the edge of the pool, continue to ruminate over the very man now sharing the air with me?

He answered the question for me, peering over his shoulder before waving a hand, “You can come sit.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to.

But, I guess, my body did. Because I found myself pulling my legs to my chest, sat on the chair beside him, following his gaze to the city before us.

We didn’t say anything to each other for a while. To be honest, my mind had gone quiet. While my meditation on the side of the pool had been peaceful, this…this was different. This was soothing, tranquil, to just listen to his soft breathing, to feel his presence just beside me.

Eventually, though, Oliver surprisingly spoke up. I felt him look at me, but I kept my chin balanced on my knee, kept my eyes on the streetlights below. “You don’t remember anything?”

It sounded hopeful, which only fed my suspicion that something happened between us the other evening that was far from friendly, far from something he could just write off.

I chewed on my bottom lip, words choking in my throat. “Not really.”

Oliver examined me for a few moments, then hummed, “Okay.”

Just as I turned my head to see him, he moved his eyes to the city. I spoke softly, timid, “Is there something I should be remembering?”

We finally met eyes. Oliver looked taken aback to see that I was staring at him. He scratched his neck, seemingly nervously, and shrugged softly. “Not really,” he echoed my words.

I squinted slightly. “Okay.”

At the same time, we both looked back at the view.

I focused on his breathing again, listening for dips, breaks in the air he pulled in and out of his lungs, hoping I could read into his rhythm enough to find answers. He seemed focused, too, dark brows furrowed slightly.

I guess we were both thinking similarly because, at the same time, we turned to each other and began again. I started with, “Are you sure-?��

Meanwhile, he said, “You don’t remember-? Oh, go ahead.”

“No, you go,” I shifted in my seat.

Oliver licked his pink lips, glancing to his feet, “I was just gonna say…you don’t remember coming back to the hotel?”

I searched his pupils as I responded- lied, “Not really…you’re sure there’s nothing you want to…to tell me? Something important I should be remembering?”

“I don’t think so,” he quickly peeled his gaze away.

“Why did you tell me to come sit with you?” I murmured, the words slipping before I could stop them.

Oliver sighed, “I don’t know. Thought it would be nice. Like when we were in London-”

“Like when we were in London and you proceeded to pretend like we never did this? Like when we were in London and you kept interrupting me, so I couldn’t tell everyone we had been up on the roof together?”

“Yeah, like that,” he shrugged.

I scoffed, shaking my head at his passiveness. Impulsively, I decided to stand, decided to just not care like he seemingly did, “I’m gonna go to bed.”

I made for the elevator, hearing a scuffle behind me as Oliver must have stood to follow. I hit the button a few times in the hopes that I could escape inside the steel doors before he could catch up. I peered over my shoulder and saw that he was just watching me.

I shook my head again, facing the elevator with squared shoulders. Then, his footsteps began moving closer. I reached out a shaking hand, thumb punching against the button, rapidly.

“Daisy,” he called out, just a few feet behind me.

The doors opened, I shot inside. I pressed my floor number just as Oliver reached the elevator. He slipped inside while the doors slid closed. I huffed, tilting my head up to stare frustratingly at the ceiling. He watched me.

“Daisy,” he spoke, softly, “I need you to be honest with me. What do you remember?”

“Oh, cause you’re such a conscientious person yourself!” I threw a hand up and it smacked against my outer thigh. I just kept shaking my head.

Oliver ran a hand through his hair, knocking his hood off. “I really don’t think we’re on the same page right now, Daisy. Please, if we can just talk about this, if you could just tell me what you remember.”

“If I lay down next to you, I don’t think I could keep my hands to myself.”

I stared blankly at Oliver as my head rushed.

He continued with the belief that he now had my full attention, hands braced between us, “I want to figure this out, okay?”

“I do want you.”

“Oliver,” I frowned, pleading eyes burning through him. “I don’t…I can’t play this game with you.”

“What- what game?” he lay his arms at his sides, shoulders slackening. “Daisy, I’m confused.”

“So am I, Oliver. I’m so…you’re fucking with my head.”

“What do you remember?”

“It doesn’t matter, Oliver,” I waved him off. Then, I brushed hair behind my ears, shaking fingers rubbing my neck nervously. “I just don’t want to do this with you. Max…I know Max is right. I should listen to him.”

“What? What did Max say to you? Daisy, please-”

The elevator doors opened, revealing our floor. I glanced between him and the opening, a promising escape from all of this, at least for now.

Oliver seemed to beg me, with his dark eyes, to stay. But, like always, he just didn’t say anything. So, I smiled sadly at him, lips tight, arms wrapped securely around my stomach. And I left him in the elevator.

I made it back to Sam and I’s room, quietly guiding the door shut behind me. I kicked off my slippers and turned into the bathroom. I needed to splash some cold water on my face. However, before I could close the door, a soft knock sounded from the hallway. I rested my hand against the doorknob, holding my breath, as I stared towards the noise.

I knew who it was. I knew what he wanted.

If I was as smart as I thought I was, as protective of my boundaries and my peace, I just wouldn’t answer.

But, as much as I hated to admit, I wanted him, too. I wanted him like a flower wants the sun, thirsty and impoverished. Ever-reaching, fingers stretched out, dragging through the stale air for just a spot of light.

So, I opened the door. I let him burn me with that distant gaze, let him speak my name like a whispered prayer, let him take my cheek and hip in his hands, let him tug me out into the hallway, and I let him kiss me like a solar flare, explosive and scarring.

[saytrrose]

Small question you're free to ignore but I'm curious.

What are all of your head cannons for Kinger and Queenie? :3

I have SO much so this definitely won’t be ALL of them but ramble time lets go some might be a bit suggestive because silly silly!!

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- Kinger and Queenie aren’t actually married, due to circus rules they’d had to have met in the circus because the erasure of memories but yes they were in a relationship and dated.

- While they don’t need to sleep, they still enjoy keeping up the schedule as if they do, in order to not go crazy over it. Kinger and Queenie usually spend their time in on or the others room though, as opposed to seperate.

- Kinger the type of mf to give Queenie a friendship bracelet and her say it’s lame and he almost cries and tries to take it back and then she puts it on her wrist and says no it hers (she cares she’s so bad at showing it)

- Queenie get jealous easily and Kinger can’t wrap his head around the concept of jealousy

- Kinger is Vegetarian and Queenie finds it weird

- Kinger is your token cishet white man

- I lied he’s maybe bisexual but won’t admit it

- Queenie is a trans woman AUGH❗️❗️

- I genuinely love the theory on Kinger and Queenie being the originally beta testers and the first of everyone to enter the circus. And for my peeps that love religious imagery esp tied to tadc- then you could think of them as Adam and Eve, the firsts and Queenie being the first to abstract aka a way to resemble the betrayal of sorts.

- Kinger hates chess and Queenie doesn’t know how to play

- Old music fans ❤️❗️ Frank Sinatra plays and Queenie is dragging Kinger to dance with her

- Oh yeah, good dancers. But traditional dancing of course.

- Kingers “bug” collection is actually glitches within the circus, not genuine bugs. Like the glitched potted plant, he picks up glitched items or “bugs” and collects them in his room.

- Pls pls projecting Queenie was a motorcycle girlie

- Kingers autistic, but Queenie is not

- Kinger also has paranoid schizophrenia and ADHD, Queenie is bipolar

- Made a comic on this one, Queenie always made pillow forts and eventually invited Kinger into them, and taught him to make them.

- they are both married to me /j

- One time they were doing “adult relationship couple things” when Caine called everyone into the hallway and they accidentally rushed out of the room in one another’s robes instead of their own

- Kinger is a horrible liar and Queenie just gives him a look and he immediately spills everything he’s thinking about

- Queenie is a hello kitty fan

- First time!! Kissing!! Kinger leaned in to kiss Queenie for the first time and it was pretty quick and he was nervous, and Queenie grabbed his face and told him to calm down and whispered if he’s ever kissed someone before, and he said he doesn’t think he has so Queenie gave him a good cute little “tutorial” on that.

- Translation: THEY MADE OUT GANG!!

- Anytime there’s a snow themed adventure, Kinger likes to make a Snow Queenie (this applies to before and present day)

- Kinger is little spoon Queenie is big spoon

- Very clingy- they both are very clingy it’s just Queenie is the only possessive one over it.

- Kinger randomly mutters to himself “Queenie would love this”

- They aren’t afraid to always perform pda around the others, hugging/kissing/nuzzling into one another and the only one brave enough to comment on it would be Kaufmo who I personally think hates viewing affection in the slightest and he’d later get whooped by Queenie

- Kingers a service top/sub

- Queenies a bratty bottom/top

- They can both be switches why not

- Queenie loves plushies

- I’m getting tired so I’ll stop here this isn’t even most of them or a lot hhhh

[squiddy-god]

I KEEP LISTENING TO PROMISE BY LAUFEY AND OMFG. It reminds me sm of Leona IT BREAKS ME as a proud leona fan I'm heavily depressed. Even when the song like starts

"I made a promise

To distance myself" him distancing himself as he starts gaining feelings for I'm just going to say yuu, because we see how he always presents himself worse than he actually is but he is just a soft lil kitty ☹️ and I've read angst fan fics similar to this and I feel like i will explode.

"It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you"

He knows yuu deserves better than him and does push yuu away or at least tries because since a child, the first born the one who will be a king always was more important so he sees himself as nothing. And he wants to be better for his s/o but he can't

"I've done the math

There's no solution

We'll never last

Why can't I let go of this?"

BUT even if he believes his s/o deserves better he loves them for than anything (dare I say more than himself) and can't let go of them

I'm going to go cry now goodbye

I've come to the conclusion that there are only two kinds of Leona simps/fans and it's either puppy dogs with high energy or wet cats lmao

I love when I here a song that reminds me of a character so much I have to turn the song off or I'll cry, sometimes the song is good but sometimes it's so sad

I'm a big baby tho so I can barely handle angst

Some of my favorites are

Who is she by I monster- malleus

Take me back to Eden by sleep token- argenti but argenti is so sleep token codded it's crazy

Dear fellow traveller by sea wolf - reminds me of tartaglia

This hurts by MSI - ratio/alhaitham but only in a very specific context when I'm feeling toxic lmao

Mask of my own face by lemon demon- this is both Leona and Azul

Puppet loosely strung by the correspondents- scaramouche

Brutus by the buttress - this one is both Leona and vil but specifically Leona because I promise just listen to the song it's so good

I have more obvi but these are just good

Perhaps I'll drop my full playlist

[nugget-gender]

🎹🧠💎 :3

you didnt specify so im going to use a large amount of Guys

Asera: In terms of hobbies. She doesn't do much on account of Actually Socializing a lot. He does collect things though, like figurines or limited edition plushies. I think my favorite thing abt her is. well. the angst potential.

Viktor: Does reading City Wikipedia count? He mostly just works and researches. The research holds no real purpose, though. Sometimes he argues with people on City Reddit. I like him for his loser energy and cringefail personality <3

Scarlett: Once she realizes that she is a person with actual feelings, I think she likes cooking and baking. I loooove the uber autism it makes me very happy

Ruby: Sleeping with coworkers. Also singing, but she's shy about it. Sometimes it tries to cook. I like when I get to push down her facade because it is Tiring to maintain in rp. good lord girl

Adam: Reading Bible. He probably plays golf or something. He would. I like playing with how faith interacts with. The City.

Slips: Nobody expects this, but he is absurdly good at turn-based strategy. Real time strategy, not so much. Very good comic relief, and some angst potential when you think abt it.

Tetra: Avid reader. Does some writing, but nobody sees it. Could probably be convinced to release the fanfics. I fucking love having such a Normal Man. he isnt but hes the closes i have

Parker: Smoking weed counts if its a communal activity, right? Otherwise participates in the hobbies of others, but doesn't have any of their own. I gotta love having an oc that is unarguably horrible. You dont have to make everyone redeemable

Mary: She enjoys sewing, and occasionally tries to get into knitting. She can also play piano. I enjoy her fixation on her abnormality son(Child of the Galaxy)

Maritza: Enjoys reading, but more as visual novels or webcomics than books. She's also getting into programming. Token straight woman. At the very least, she maintains that she is.

Myukeu: Roleplays online. It also collects rocks. I love the prey animal nature of the myooks.

Evgeni: They do a lot of working. She also likes to look at bugs, but doesn't care to collect them. He does have a pet frog, though, and raises some beetles for it. Excellent thingy. Very Normal(odd).

Katya: She works out. It makes her uncomfortable when people are stronger than her. Nobody is allowed to see the hello kitty collection. Parker did somehow, and it makes Katya Very Not Happy. I enjoy having her to enforce the realization that Parker Bad, but in her own right shes pretty fun :3

These are all lobotomy corp ocs by origin. yes, i have definitely thought about murdering them in cold blood.

[ciaossu-imagines]

And for the last of that Monopoly prompt, for a fandom I do love but am very nervous about publicly creating content for again, X-Men: Evolution! I hope to have the last three fandom prompts (for Blush Blush, Mystic Messenger, and Kekkaishi, for anyone interested) I've got done up for you guys sometime this week when my schedule allows and then will hit a couple inbox requests! Again, a reminder that I love to hear from you guys! I don't bite, I promise, and nothing any of you have to say is stupid!

Send me a fandom and a number and I’ll tell you who in Monopoly:

Is the banker: Scott asks to be the banker every time. It’s his favourite part of the game, honestly, so he doesn’t get too much resistance on that front from the others.

Is overly protective of a certain game token and refuses to play until they get that token: She doesn’t know why, but Wanda really likes the top hat. Go ahead and tell Wanda she can’t have the top hat…most people don’t. Doing so only happened once and was the shortest game of Monopoly ever.

Who is the person who everybody always suspects of cheating even though “OH MY GOD IT WAS ONE TIME”: I feel like Rogue got really competitive once with Jean and cheated to try to win. She was caught though and honestly felt horrible about it afterwards, especially with how disappointed in her everyone seemed to be and has never cheated again. However, when she gets in a lucky streak or wins, it inevitably gets brought back up, usually by Jean.

Is the person who cheats and gets away with it because no one suspects them: Pietro is fully capable, willing, and does use his powers to cheat in most games and Monopoly is no exception.

Buys everything they land on with a YOLO approach and no strategy: That’s the only fun way to play, isn’t it? At least, that’s Kitty’s approach to the game. She’s not very cerebral most of the time and especially so when it comes to things that aren’t really serious to begin with, such as board games.

Suggests that they liven it up with alcohol: As much as he tries not to drink or smoke around the children, set a Monopoly board in front of Logan and the drinking starts. It’s the only way he’ll be able to get through the game since he vehemently hates it. That being said, he’s drinking but none of the underage people are. He’s pretty strict about that one.

Has a very stringent strategy and is willing to do strange requests and weird dares in exchange for the properties they want: Want him to drink a bottle of mustard in exchange for the property he wants? Get up and do the cha-cha dance for $50000 in game? Oh, don’t think for a second Todd wouldn’t do any of the above and even more to get what he thinks will help him win. He’s stupidly competitive about silly board-games and has his own weird, and often ineffective, strategies that he thinks are sure to guarantee victory.

INSISTS that they play by the rulebook TO THE LETTER: Both Scott and Jean are adamant about playing according to the rules and will get quite upset when rules aren’t being followed.

Throws the rulebook in the other person’s face and makes up new rules to make it better: Lance, Kitty, Kurt, and Tabitha all kind of team up to see just how riled up they can make Scott and Jean with breaking the rules or, better yet, with making up new rules. It becomes their own competition and is more fun for them eventually than the actual game itself. The more ridiculous the rule or the more upsetting to those around them, the funnier they tend to find it. However, Kurt and Kitty typically play it nicer and calm down if things are getting really upsetting for the others while Lance and Tabitha have zero boundaries and will start fights over these outlandish rules.

Has ridiculously good luck with the chance cards to the point of suspicion: She swears up and down that she’s using none of her powers, but Jean has never pulled a bad chance card, just saying.

Lands on all the taxes and as a result vows to vote for a different candidate in the next election: I feel like Beast has fallen into this and made this joke…and it was met by crickets only because he was playing with the kids and none of them are super-political for the most part. Quite a lot of them couldn’t even name the candidates.

Goes bankrupt first: Kurt really isn’t great with money, even fake Monopoly money, and bankrupts himself within the first half hour every time.

Which two people get into a screaming match: I feel like Scott and anyone from the Brotherhood would fight, and that there’s usually a tiff between Rogue and Jean and between Kitty and Kurt.

Which two people are secretly collaborating for a joint victory: I feel like Lance tries to help Kitty and Kitty tries to help Lance. It’s not an outright alliance because neither of them says anything to the other. It’s just something they end up doing.

Which two people are openly collaborating for a joint victory: Everyone knows Scott and Jean are working together to win. They try to take out everyone else first before they end up duking it out against each other at the end and there’s definitely some tension at that point between them, with heavy flirting as well.

Who flips the table: Tabitha doesn’t flip tables. She blows them up, thank you.

Who is the sore winner who in any other circumstance would be the one flipping the table: Pietro is arrogant in the best of times, but should he win at something? Anything? He’s going to make sure everyone knows his greatness.

Who anonymously calls in a bomb threat to end the game early: No bomb threats but someone’s liable to use their powers to end the game pretty abruptly, sometimes without meaning to. It’s just a frustrating game and they can lose their tempers and accidents can happen.

Who is the smart person who refuses to play in the first place: Monopoly is boring and dumb, and Spyke refuses to play it ever. No amount of bribery or  pleading will make him.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 148

The Reichenbach Fall

“The Reichenbach Fall”

Plot Description: Moriarty hatches a mad scheme to turn the whole city against Sherlock.

Oh, Jawnnnnnnnn. Glad you went back to therapy over it though

Ok yes. He’s been ungrateful with his other tokens of gratitude, but to humiliate the man by making him wear the deer stalker cap after he’s just brought you interpol’s most wanted? Come on…

It’s an EAR hat, Jawn

The “confirmed bachelor” lines were no accident and just blatant queer baiting.

Jimmmmm!! Jim my love

I…made this scene a VERY large part of my personality for TOO LONG. Now I’m just gonna sit back and enjoy watching this man bring a country to its knees (this part of The Thieving Magpie was my alarm for years, and I maintain that I was correct to have it. It’s way better than what I have now)

Who’s doing it like him, I ask you

Wiggling, squirming. Oh man. I had THIS on playlists too (the song right before Jim’s trial…when I say my WHOLE PERSONALITY…stayin alive was also my ringtone. Would you believe I’m divulging this lore SOBER?? Because I am)

Do not be yourself in this trial, Sherls, omg…

There’s a weird nostalgic pang of “god I wish that was me” when he asks the one courtroom worker (truly, I don’t know her job title) to slip her hand into his pocket. Maybe it’s just the Irish accent. It’s just for gum but he’s so slutty about it

I can’t look at this actress without thinking of her as Jen from the IT Crowd. She can’t be anything else in my mind. She’s forever Jen doing a bit in a costume in different places (this is going to take forever to watch if i keep pausing like this)

The Sheriarty is jumping out right now. You don’t describe someone you know is definitely listening and watching you as “a spider, a spider at the center of a web. A criminal web with a thousand threads, and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.” YOU ARE LOOKING INTO HIS EYES AT HIS TRIAL AS YOU SAY THAT ABOUT HIM. Were I a consulting criminal, I would be so flattered by that description

Oh god…don’t make the jury hate you. Yeah. Of course he finds it impossible to not show off

This tea scene omgggg when he…is it really breaking into 221b if Sherlock is expecting him??

Every once in a while, I do get the glimpses of how these three shows got lumped together. Jim telling Sherlock he’s boring because he’s on the side of the angels is definitely one of those things

He’s got the best little speeches “no such thing as a private bank account now, they’re all mine. No such thing as secrecy, I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up nato in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king, and honey, you should seeee meeee in a crown” (did I do an embarrassing amount of that from memory? maybe so)

Oh shit…i forgot the fairy tale stuff Moriarty puts them through…I mean, you gotta fill 90 minutes somehow (I want to sleep so badly…but I’m not even half way done)

I fucking hate how he treats Molly. She deserves better than him and this show. God…she thinks she doesn’t count…fuck. I hate it

Riiiight. He made it seem like the kidnapping was Sherlock’s doing so he could then solve it and he the hero. Just planting the seeds of doubt

Oh the Tale of Sir Boast-a-lot

When villains hijack the airwaves>>>>>> (my taste has not changed a bit in 10 years lmaooooo) I know in this case, he’s actually the cab driver, but he’ll do it later in the series. For now, we’ll just enjoy this nice little story Jim’s telling

You can’t outrun………oh, that was one of the assassins that moved onto baker street

It’s so weird that he’s doing exactly what Jim wants him to do…..

He’s unbelievably precious as Richard Brook. Insisting he’s a children’s storyteller, he’s on tv. It’s on dvd. You do almost forget that he’s a criminal mastermind for a second, except for that one moment when Kitty can’t see him and he has that look on his face as he glances at Sherlock

John and Mycroft have such a good dynamic. No matter if they’re on the same side, on opposing sides…it’s always a good scene when it’s just them

Uuuuggggghhhhhhhh, we’re starting with the roof of St Bart’s scene…will it be as good and heartbreaking as I remember?

Reader, it is. Jim’s lament about how easy it was to beat Sherlock, his best distraction for the monotony of staying alive. Oh, bby. Andrew Scott is such a good actor.

The fact that there was no code, that it was always a few of those threads that Jim made dance to send the world crashing down around them.

(I’m currently living in a world where his character didn’t get absolutely fucked over by the last episode of the series…………….so far(?))

I do like that Jim underestimates the importance of Molly. She still deserves better from everyone around her, but it’s nice that she’ll get SOME recognition in season 3

Pausing because I know what comes next and I don’t want it to…

Can we not just stay like this??? (Not if I want to make it a true full rewatch…)

I STAY a “here’s how [villain] can still live/be alive” girlie. I DO NOT CHANGE LMAO

Oh the phone call… “nobody could be that clever” “you could” I hate everything

Mycroffffffffft. Jawwwwwwwwn.

John at Sherlock’s grave is just…heart wrenching. Always and forever.

This is the best and highest rated episode of this show for GOOD REASON

[unclewaynemunson]

For the character game:

Dustin Henderson

Jane/El Hopper

2 of them??? Thank you so much <3

Dustin:

favorite thing about them: his smile is the cutest thing ever

least favorite thing about them: that time he raised a hellbeast that ate his sweet kitty :( mews deserved better

favorite line: "I'm on a curiosity voyage and I need my pedals to travel."

brOTP: Steve & Dustin iconic duo

OTP: I don't really have one?? I'm not really invested in him and Suzie sorry.

nOTP: again, i don't really have strong opinions on dustin's love life i guess :') I do like him being the token straight of the whole extended party so basically any m/m ships won't really do it for me in dustin's case.

random headcanon: he looks up to eddie and steve because they both remind him of his dad, who passed when he was little. eddie has the same nerdy interests and steve has the same affection-hiding-underneath-grumpy-exterior attitude

unpopular opinion: is it an unpopular opinion to literally not care at all about his relationship with Suzie? It's not like i have something against her, it's just not it for me, I'd honestly see him rather single than with Suzie.

song i associate with them: i feel like i'm obliged to say never ending story here ;P

favorite picture of them: I know i'm not being very original here but i just love this one soooo much he's such a cutie

El:

favorite thing about them: her loyalty to her friends

least favorite thing about them: nothing, she's an angel and has literally never done anything wrong in her life

favorite line: "Friends don't lie."

brOTP: Max!!! I love how she taught el to have carefree fun and grow into her own person. their friendship means everything to me

OTP: i don't think i have one, i think i like the idea of her not being in a relationship and finding out who she is without being tied to one person in particular. friendship > romance in el's arc to me!

nOTP: Mileven ugh

random headcanon: she really enjoys making things. joyce teaches her to sew and knit, hopper helps her make her own furniture, will encourages her to paint, etcetera. they all help her to lean into her creative side more. it's very therapeutic for her and helps her calm down.

unpopular opinion: i actually liked the episode where she went to the city and found her sister. it gave her some background and was extremely important to shape her as a person and give her some agency over her life for the first time ever. I hope we'll see Kali back in s5 to get some closure there!

song i associate with them: Wild things by Alessia Cara, bc it's about friendship and embracing not fitting in

favorite picture of them: this whole scene was so powerful and a great full-circle moment to her whole arc. still gives me chills.

[mywifealhaitham]

open for business - a café themed genshin event!

breaking news: local fanfic writer mywifealhaitham or better known as elyse is close to 100 followers! with the increase in budget she has decided to open a Café here in tumblrtown!

yes that's right, I'm so close to 100 followers! I know it isn't alot especially compared to some blogs but I'm super greatful nonetheless! I really appreciate every like and reblog I get on my writings. I wanted to do something cute for you all as a token of gratitude &lt;3

you notice a brand new building in the vacant spot that once held another store. this building has been redecorated in pink and white tiles, with a matching wooden patio decorated in fairy lights and flowers. on the windows you see a messily painted banner with the words now open for all! your mesmerized by the place, the pink building is very alluring afterall - will you enter to see what's in store? (rules and prompts under the cut)

⛾  how to request !

• it's very simple, just send in a ask requesting what menu item (prompt) you'd like along with the character • feel free to send in more detailed requests on how you want the reader • I'll have these requests open until; April 14th ! so make sure to order before then

⛾ - rules !

• any type of reader • mention if you want it normal (character giving) or blended (character receiving) • only one character per request • up to 3 prompts are allowed • no heavy angst or smut • mention if it's platonic or romantic (if nothings mentioned I'm assuming it's romantic) • platonic for little kids unless stated reader is their age

⛾ - menu prompts !

୨୧ - nighttime tea in which you and character stay in bed alot longer than anticipated. both of you aren't complaining when your in eachothers arms and tangled up in cozy sheets

୨୧ - raspberry tea my personal favorite drink to go with my favorite scenario, comfort! if your ordering this drink please mention what you would like comfort for (darker topics like self-harm, eating disorders and suicide are allowed in moderation)

୨୧ - peach pineapple lemonade everyone's favorite - a good summer vacation episode! this can range from making sandcastles with the character, or maybe a quick makeout session with the character in the pool, maybe even a summer party! I'll take anything that people would normally do during summer

୨୧ - hot cocoa to contrast with the cool feeling that the peach pineapple lemonade provides you can order a hot cocoa or a winter fic! just like the summer one you can request anything normally done in winter such as playing in the snow or relaxing by the fireplace

୨୧ - pomegranate smoothie a classic date fanfic! were you and said character spend the day together either basking in eachothers company or causing chaos throughout the town, the choice is yours!

୨୧ - berry blast slushie most of the time berry flavored things have alot of flavors combined which can get overwhelming so a good relaxation day can cure it! when you order this you and character will take a well deserved day off! maybe you two can do skincare routines or maybe even bathe together

୨୧ - espresso swirl when you order this you're asking for a au! I'll do just about any au ranging from vampires to high-school. try not to make the au too specific because it makes it a bit harder for me

୨୧ - sweet n' sour lemonade lemonade start off as sour and with some sugar it can become a sweet and delicious drink! another thing that starts sour and sometimes turns out sweet is jealousy! here you can ask for either reader or character being jealous and getting some extra love after

୨୧ - vanilla and cinnamon coffee vanilla and cinnamon are some of my favorite flavors, they remind me of fall walks and encountering some cute animals along the way! imagine you and character peacefully walking when a kitty starts rubbing your leg, whatever shall you do!

୨୧ - make your own! since I'm not the most creative if you have any ideas that branch off of one of the prompts above your free to request that! you're also free to freely request any prompt that comes to mind! maybe if it's good enough I'll add it to the menu

[lux-astrorum]

heyy would you say xo, kitty is worth watching?♡

Hi!! 🩷 Overall I would say yes, especially if you're looking for something fun/lighthearted that's easy to turn on and watch to relax/unwind. It's not that deep of a show lmao but it has some really endearing and heartwarming things about it, I think if you like other adaptations of Jenny Han's work (To All the Boys series, The Summer I Turned Pretty) you'll like this too. Personally I think this series is more *fun* than The Summer I Turned Pretty, which has some more emotional depth and plot substance. XO, Kitty is pretty much just pure bubblegum cotton candy saccharine fluff (don't expect all the intricacies of a K-drama, despite it being set in Korea and purporting to tap into K-drama tropes in some ways), but it doesn't pretend to be anything it's not, so I don't mind at all.

Also, not that this is an end all be all, but in terms of checking representation boxes, it definitely passes the Bechdel test and there's pretty good queer & POC rep that feels very organic in an international high school setting. There's a good variety of queer characters (including an aromantic! Not confirmed explicitly in that term but the narrative was pretty clear) as opposed to like, just having the Token Gay Friend that these high school dramas seem to have oftentimes. (Spoilers) but the first season leaves Kitty kind of confused and lacking confidence regarding her own sexuality, and it was fun to see her come into her identity in the second season. Idk if you saw one of my earlier text posts but that felt very personal to me, since I moved to Seoul right of college and had to start coming to the slow realization while I lived there of like ohhhhhhhh I guess I'm not straight lol. So I feel a connection to the character in that way. But I like a lot of the supporting characters too!! Again none of them are like, crazy well-written or complex or anything lol but the actors who play them lend a lot of charm and life to the characters.

Anyways that's my two cents but TLDR, I do recommend it if you enjoy adjacent teen dramas that are very surface level mind-numbing entertainment. Or if you've been to Korea and want to scratch the nostalgia itch without committing to a K-drama. (It doesn't capture the essence of Korea particularly accurately imo but you'll definitely see some familiar scenery. It kind of reminds me of Lost in Translation in that it is very much shown through and for the eyes of Americans who clearly have a lot of affection for the place but don't engage with it as locals.) Thanks for asking and let me know if you end up watching it and what you think!!🩷

[kil0-0]

recently I acquired magazines about doll making and doll history from the 1940s-1990s, and while looking through some I found this little story about a space cat. its not very abstract but i found it silly and also could not find anything about it online (or this magazine, at all, actually) so i am sharing it because i think people need to hear about this stupid cat

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The Story Behind Buttons H. Cat By Betty Karper "Buttons was the first cat chosen to go on a space mission. He had his own little space suit and a bed with a special safety strap. The astronauts were very kind to him, but the trip was really scary. Blast-off pinned him against the side of his box, and being weightless for four days made him ill. When he returned to the farm he was quite a hero. Everyone wanted to meet the first cat in space. TuTu Kittie and Truly came to see him and begged him to come to their dance class. "All the girls want to dance with you." TuTu said. Truly put her paw in the pocket of her yellow pinafore and brought out a little heart button. "Here," she said. "Wear this when you come to our class. It will be my dance token and means I have the first dance." TuTu gave him a button that said, "I love you." She purred and said, "I have the second." Soon word spread that Buttons (the) Hero Cat would come to Mrs. Cat's dancing class and little girl kittens everywhere were sending their "dance tokens" to Buttons. Mother Cat made him a vest for the buttons, and sewed all the little tokens onto it. She even made a new pair of trousers and a matching bow tie! Buttons went to the dance, and of course was the most popular cat there. He decided that it was surely a lot more fun whirling around the dance floor than space! The End"

[crowbar-arts]

Created with acrylic paint, glitter, and rhinestones, sealed in epoxy resin on 11"x14" stretched canvas, mounted on a beaded wire. A very sparkly acrylic painting depicts a skull with a missing front tooth and a pink bow in a swarm of venus flytraps. Within the plants, small tokens of childhood glitter: a Barbie head, familiar candy, half of a BFF necklace, a Hello Kitty keychain, pink nail polish, and plastic gems. Flesh flies mingle with the items -- one fly in particular is cleaning the inside of the skull's eye socket.

"Babyteeth Lost" represents how consumable I felt as a young girl; terrified to be devoured while growing my own teeth. At the same time, consumption defined much of my girlhood, finding identity in pink plastic marketing. With this work, I was pondering on that relationship: how the plastic remains while the girl is gone.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

I wake up and put my light brown hair into a messy bun. Once upon a time, my hair used to be my whole pride and joy. But ever since my mother died in a plane accident and my father invested in all the wrong stocks..... Add the funeral costs, the gambling addiction, the alcoholism that followed...

Well. Small family out of luck moving to the big city, a tale as old as time.

Me from three years ago would never treat my hair this way. Inflicting the shitty elastic hair bands upon it. Not owning a single Hairspray bottle. And, worst of all. Having to use 3-in-1-shampoo.

It may sound stupid but... I have been defined by my hair for so long. It was my mother who taught me to wake up two hours before school to get my hair in order. It was my nickname in High School. "Look!", the girls would whisper in excitement when I walked down the hall "it's Steve "The Hair" Harrington!"

That is now firmly in the past. Yesterday I was waiting for the subway and a passerby threw a few coins in my direction because they thought I was homeless. I didn't correct them because we truly can use every penny. I used the money to buy a cheap hair oil, which I have to hide inside my closet. My father is a stubborn man who refuses to accept charity, but if he knew I used the money for something as selfish as this he would disown me. Not that the Harrington name means much anymore.

I go down the stairs where my father is already awake. Yes, we live in a very tiny and very cheap building. Yes, we have multiple storeys. Those two things can and do coexist. I am the living evidence for that. Father is pouring beer into his cereal bowl. I frown. Normally he eats his cereal with Whiskey or Rum in the mornings. My frown deepens when I see that the many eviction letters and unpaid bills that normally are spilling down the table are gone. Something is wrong.

"Oh, Hello Steve", my father says and smiles. Now I definitely know that something is up. My mother told me that the last time my father smiled was the day before I was born.

"What is going on?", I ask. I can feel my voice trembling despite my best efforts.

"You", a deep and hot and smolthering and sexy and (insert synonym for hot) voice says. I turn around. A group of like ten people is standing in our living room. Somehow it is not cramped at all even though we are still living in a very small apartement. With multiple floors.

"Who is this group of like ten people standing in our living room?", I ask.

"We are nine people. Can't you count?" The douchy-looking one asks.

"It's not my fault my father didn't let me finish high school", I cry.

The smolthering one steps towards me. He has beautifully long hair. Three years ago I would've been horrified at how he treats his hair, but now I am using 3-in-1-shampoo, so it looks absolutely divine in comparison. His eyes look like they have an inferno trapped inside them. An inferno...of passion. I can feel his breath against my face and for a crazy second I think he is going to kiss me. Which is ridiculous of course. Such a big and strong and cool and edgy (/pos) guy would never want anything with a small and tiny and pathetic little sopping wet kitty man like me :(

"Boys", he says, turning around. "Tell this hotshot lil big boy who we are"

"I'm Mike", the douchy-looking one says.

"I'm Will", the one with a horrible bowlcut says. I immediately feel better about my own hair.

"I'm Dustin". I now feel even better about my own hair situation.

"I'm Lucas", the token black one says. He is here to earn a few diversity points because we are #woke.

"I'm Gareth", says another one.

"I didn't really get a name in the actual show, but people headcanon me as Jeff", the other black one says. Wow!, I think. This super cool band is diverse^2

"And I", the super hot vocalist and obvious love interest whispers sexily into my ear, "now own you"

I look at him confused. It is super unfair how long his eyelashes are. I wish I still had enough money to buy mascara. "What?", I whisper huskily.

"Steve", my father says. "I have sold you to this super cool rock band. Eddie and the rotting cough or something"

"Corroded Coffin"

"That's what I said"

I look up at my new owner. "You are mine, pretty boy", he whispers in my ear. "Thank god that you are hot", I answer, "or this would be very creepy instead of romantic". Then we make out.

-> more shitposts :)

[inamindfarfaraway]

Wondering what the Ever After High specials would look like in the Peter Pan AU and I think “Spring Unsprung” would be really interesting. Neverland has its own innate magic, right, that runs on children’s wishes and dreams and imaginations? So it and the Neverlandians (not Meghan) wouldn’t be affected by the loss of Wonderland magic in Ever After.

Here are my ideas: Peter is eager to see the ‘real’ Storybook of Legends again after all this time, reads the riddle and gets his personality reversed. Reversed Peter is funny because of the sheer contrast, but by the same token unnerving. Rational, shy, academic, well-mannered, and completely joyless and disinterested in doing anything except perfectly obeying instructions, honestly answering questions and causing no trouble to anyone. He’s unable to use his magic, but thinks himself better off without all that frivolous nonsense. Scarlet, like Kitty, has the extent of her amorality examined in a more serious context when she initially plans to abandon the mainland and return home with all her friends after Apple cuts off Ever After’s supply of wonder. It isn’t ‘their’ problem, after all. She hopes that restoration to his natural habitat and inundation with Neverland magic will fix Peter. He himself (very timidly and humbly) protests this however. Upholding big moral responsibilities like saving Ever After from the wonder shortage is now one of the only things he cares about. This gives her enough pause that the wonder loss takes hold of every native, including most of Scarlet’s friends. Horrified by what’s happened to her loved ones and her new kinda home, she gets the character development of deciding not to flee and save herself and her crew like a true pirate would, but standing her ground to help save the day for everyone.

Fire Lily first appears in the plot with his usual chiding of Peter’s flippant immaturity. But trying to snap the frankly, really unnatural Reversed Peter out of it drives Fire Lily to act like a kid himself. He just wants to hear him laugh! Or see him smile a little! So their roles in their dynamic switch for a bit. A youthful perspective does offer valuable insights and now that the resident Boy Who Never Grows Up is the Victorian model child, someone has to offer that view in his place. And Fire Lily has to admit… it’s nice to let loose and play and joke. Though his efforts don’t work, he appreciates the real Peter a lot more. Peter remembers this when he’s returned to normal and hugs him in both gratitude for trying to help him and newfound respect that he can still connect with his inner child. They’re closer from then on.