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dgaftilwedie · 1 year ago

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SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF WAS FUCKING NUTS AND I WANNA BE ANNOYING N TALK ABT IT BC I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT OBVS XD

OKAY SO??? THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY SET UP THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE IT WAS GONNA BE JUST LIKE THE COMICS N THEN SCOTT "DIED"????? literally had me questioning fucking EVERYTHING i was watching that episode with the most quizzical look on my face?? also the fucking funeral scene was hysterical bc the way rammy n knives were abt to have a verbal face-off n envy's bitchass shows up n steals the whole show?? i have such a love-hate relationship with her.............

also lucas lee is fucking adorable and i love him :33 rammy becoming friends with roxie n making up with her after everything was something i really needed to see. cuz like for as much as i loved the movie n the comics, i feel like they could've done their relationship so much better. like seeing ramona take responsibility for hurting roxie made me so happy and im so glad they got a redemption arc.

ROXIE IS LITERALLY ME BTW??? her whole interaction with ramona n kim at the end kf the episodr was so silly N THE LEG LOCK HELLO????? also the way she walked off singing the HAMSTER DANXE SONG I LOCE HER

the toddlace thing was also so unexpected but holy shit?? i loved it. bi todd has been my fav headcanon for YEARSSSS and seeing jt happen right in front of my eyes?? WATCHING THAT EPISODE WAS SUCH A TRIP THO I CAN'T STOP QUOTING WALLACE'S "LINES? TRAILER?" BITS BC THEY'RE SO FUNNY

uhmmmmm what elseeeee OH YEAH young neil is a fucking goof n i love him, i really like that gideon (gordon ig 🙄) became like this not evil guy who just lived with julie n kicked it with lucas. the old scott stuff kinds fricked with me but i think it's cool that he became chill with the twins

LMFAOAO THAT SCENE AT THE END WHERE SCOTT'S TRTING TK FIGJRE OIT WHY HE CAN'T KISS RAMONA N HE TRIES TO FIGHT THE TWINS AND THEY'RE LIKE "our robot says we become bros in the future, so we have no intention of fighting you. see ya bro ;)" WAS SO SILLY

obligatory matt mention i love him he's so dumb i love that he took over gideon's entire empire only to turn around and change his mind :3 glad he got his broadway moment....... silly pirate headass

knives n stephen becoming the best brother/sister duo ever was so dope bc like. knives had someone to look up to n make music with n they had a lot of chemistry both personality wise n musically wise

my only critique is that i wanted more lisa ;^; i know she probably would've been out of place but it would've been cool if kim mentioned her to ramona and ramona interviewed her just like she did with her exes yknow :P she was one of my fav characters in the comics n she wasn't in the movie AT ALL so i was hoping she would've appeared in the anime, but alas 😞😞 i also kinda wanted to see where kim's love life went...... i know she's not the focus but she had undeniable chemistry with knives and that moment with roxie... i love that she's totally very queer and open to the idea of experimenting with girls n i wish that would've been expanded upon like how todd n wallace had their moment :33

other than that, i LOVED the anime. i love how we got baited into thinking it was just like the comics and i love what was done with it :3 it was such a goofy show and a lot of it was so jaw-droppingly surprising that i couldn't believe it, but it also had some really sweet, serious, n heart-warming moments which is something i really appreciate in a show :33 it's hard to keep watching something for so long but i binged the show in one day xD i'd give it a solid 9/10 (deducting points just for the sake of what i think was missing and how i don't recommend it for like "beginner" fans)

oki rant concluded!!!!!!! ^___^ there's so much more i wanna say but this is already sooooooo long as it is xD

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justforbooks · 1 year ago

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Although there was never any such phenomenon as Whittakermania, Roger Whittaker, who has died aged 87, built a huge international following in a career that spanned six decades. As the Boston Globe noted of his stage performances: “No one gets high. No one gets hysterical with excitement. And yet Roger Whittaker is one of the most popular entertainers in the world.”

Whittaker’s smooth baritone voice and songs of love, loss and yearning endeared him to audiences worldwide. His best known songs, where his voice was invariably accompanied by keening strings, included 1969’s Durham Town (the Leavin’), I Don’t Believe in If Anymore (1970), which reached No 8 in the UK, The Last Farewell (1971, reissued in 1975 to become a Top 20 hit in the US and a chart-topper in 11 countries), and Wind Beneath My Wings (1982).

He also had a trademark whistling ability, which he used to perform The Skye Boat Song in a duet with Des O’Connor, reaching the UK Top 10 in 1986.

Though he did not rack up chart hits as prolifically as the Beatles or Abba, his frequent TV and live appearances made him a household name in many countries. In the mid-1980s, he was acknowledged as Germany’s most successful recording artist. He made several recordings in German, singing the lyrics phonetically since he could not speak the language.

He was never fashionable, but never out of fashion with his audience. When he recorded a song such as Green, Green Grass of Home, it lacked the drama of Tom Jones’s version and his treatment of Song Sung Blue was homelier and more avuncular than Neil Diamond’s original, but it all became Whittaker music.

He liked to say he represented the “silent majority”. He defined this as “the kind of person who when he marries becomes a parent and a taxpayer and devotes himself to bringing up his children properly – all in all, a pretty straight-down-the-line guy”.

In the 70s, when rock music was dominating the record industry, Whittaker was dropped by his label, RCA, despite the fact that he had sold several million discs. He decided to market his 1977 album, All My Best, on TV. “I was the first act to go on TV with records,” he said. All My Best sold nearly 1m copies.

Born in Nairobi, Kenya, he was the son of Vi (nee Showan) and Edward Whittaker, who had owned a grocery shop in Staffordshire, but moved to a farm near Thika after Edward sustained serious injuries in a motorcycle accident and had been advised that a hot, dry climate would aid his recuperation.

Edward developed a new grocery business, while Vi worked as a teacher. Roger, who could speak Swahili before he learned English, attended the Prince of Wales school (now Nairobi school). He had begun learning the guitar at seven.

After school, where he had sung in the choir, he was called up for national service. He was posted to the Kenya Regiment, and for two years was involved in fighting the anti-colonial Mau Mau rebels. He subsequently attended the University of Cape Town to study medicine, but after 18 months he left and trained to be a teacher.

In 1959 he moved to Britain and enrolled at Bangor University in north Wales, where he studied zoology, biochemistry and marine biology. He also began to make his first moves into music, playing gigs to earn some cash and recording songs on flexi discs distributed with the university newspaper.

These provoked interest from Fontana records, and in 1962 his first single releases were The Charge of the Light Brigade and Steel Men.

He played concerts in Northern Ireland and appeared on the Ulster TV show This and That, and his career developed with constant touring around Britain.

“I learned how to entertain in the clubs of the north-east of England, the working men’s clubs where the miners go,” he said. In 1964 he married Natalie O’Brien.

By 1968 he was touring internationally and even had a TV showcase in the Soviet Union. At the 1968 Knokke song contest in Belgium, Whittaker performed If I Were a Rich Man, from the musical Fiddler on the Roof, and his own whistling composition, Mexican Whistler, helping Britain to win the competition, and both tunes were hits in France, the Netherlands and Belgium. In 1969 he scored his first UK Top 20 hit with Durham Town (the Leavin’), which reached No 12. Its easy-listening mixture of sentimentality and nostalgia, with its mournful references to war and bereavement, was typical of Whittaker’s work.

He revisited his African background in the documentary film Roger Whittaker in Kenya: A Musical Safari (1982), and in 1986 he published his autobiography (written with his wife), So Far, So Good. Three years later, he received the news that his parents had been attacked by a gang of robbers in Kenya, leaving his father dead and his mother brutally beaten. She subsequently moved back to Britain.

Outside music, Whittaker had a shrewd eye for antiques. His collection of paintings, furniture and works of art was auctioned by Sotheby’s in 1999 for more than £1m, at the same time as he sold his Herefordshire home and moved to Essex. Latterly he lived in the south of France.

He is survived by Natalie and by their five children, Emily, Lauren, Jessica, Guy and Alexander, 12 grandchildren, two great-grandchildren and his sister, Betty.

🔔 Roger Henry Brough Whittaker, singer and songwriter, born 22 March 1936; died 13 September 2023

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#just for books #Roger Whittaker #in memoriam

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aashimarwrites · 5 months ago

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spent a little too long thinking about Dead Poet's Society today so here's a draft that turned into a drabble:

(1,602 words)

Warnings: Major Character Death(s), literary clichés

Another Dead Poet

Todd Anderson lives in New York. It’s 1993. He’s a well respected poet and author. And he’s dying—AIDS-related lymphoma.

He has conversations with Mr. Keating in his head sometimes; about the nature of literature, of life. They go they this:

“Forget, in the mist of idle misery, Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind. Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!”

“Hah, Keats. Mr. Keating, you’re becoming a cliché of yourself.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Anderson. I’m so sorry you don’t like this one. Shall we try another?”

“If you want.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.”

“Hmm… that’s okay. Let’s try this one on for size.”

“Okay.”

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked—“

“Not Ginsburg. I’m tired of Ginsberg.”

“You know, you’ve gotten remarkably picky in your middle age.”

“Sorry.”

“Why don’t you read something, this time?”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on. Let me hear you!”

“Alright, alright… Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones;”

“Who’s becoming a cliché now?”

“Oh shut up.”

What had Neil meant to Todd? What had Todd meant to Neil? That unbearable closeness. What does it mean to grieve? Is he grieving for himself already? He’s not dead yet. The doctor’s say he still has some time. A month, at least. Has he ever stopped grieving? (No.)

It wasn’t the play, it was the feeling of being trapped. The feeling that there was something intangibly different about him, that he could never truly express. The closest Neil ever got was when he played the trickster Puck on that stage. The world they had lived in at Welton was rigid, repressed. Mr. Keating opened them up; showed them an unbearable world of possibility. Todd was neglected, ignored by his family, but Neil was caught, stuck and held down. He longed to be free, but didn’t know what awaited him on the other side.

Todd is free. His parent’s neglect afforded him the freedom to forge his own path. To become a poet laureate; to live an authentic life and seize the day, not just for himself, but for Neil.

Charlie more than anyone had embodied Mr. Keating’s teachings. He burned bright. Got killed in a mugging two years ago. He had been a bohemian; a beatnik, while it was still fashionable. An antiwar, pro-drug, rapscallion through and through. The best of them, after Neil was gone. Fearless.

Knox died in Vietnam. He left behind a young wife.

Cameron (the cunt) was a successful banker, a successful draft dodger, an unsuccessful husband.

Meeks is still around, somewhere. Todd hasn’t seen him in a few years.

The city is dying around him. His friends are gone. Yet he lives. A dying poet. The arts are dying, too.

Sickness is slow. He thinks about ending it all quickly; one last great YAWP. He thinks about Neil. Neil loved Shakespeare. It feels almost juvenile now. A whole world of poetry and Neil had stuck with the classics; too afraid to let himself experiment; too new to get into the experimental stuff.

Todd and Mr. Keating kept in touch, until Mr. Keating passed from cancer last year.

Todd is alone.

He’s had lovers, friends. He’s made too many quilt panels, gone to too many rallies. He’s only 50, but he’s so tired. He longs for simpler times; for climbing into that cave and listening to his friends read poetry and make dirty jokes and smoke and drink and talk about girls and life after school and love.

He loved them, each in their own way. He’d been such a shy, small thing, concealing his presence, concealing the great roaring storm inside of him that lashed at him to break open; come apart so everyone could see how afraid he was, how small, how insignificant. Neil had seen. Neil and Keating. They had known and shown him that he wasn’t small. Had things worth saying.

He had so much to say back then, things he could never get himself to let out. He’s said it now. He’s unleashed the ferocious snarling beast. Hurled his words onto paper like a lion tamer cracking his whip. Spit acid from between his teeth. Cooed love songs in a soft cadence into a lover’s ear. He’s lived such a full life for a man his age. He’s traveled. Received awards. Lived in opulence and in poverty. Slummed it with hippies in DC with Charlie, who sometimes still went by Nuwanda. Had tea at the four seasons with Mr. Keating; the two of them laughing uproariously at the pomp and circumstance of it all, and making a scene when they tossed scones at each other from across the too-small table. He went to the christening for Knox’s only child in his stead. He attended a dinner to honor Meeks for outstanding achievements in science (—or business? He can’t remember. But the drinks had been free). His friends came to some of his readings, in backlit bars in Bushwick, on well-lit stages in Manhattan.

After college they all chartered a sailboat and mapped out new territories in the Mediterranean; Jason and the Argonauts, or Odysseus and his crew, fighting cyclops and cyclone and creative stagnation and the doldrums of suburbia like equally ferocious foes.

He coughs into a tissue. It’s pink with phlegm.

Neil would have lived a million lives, if he’d lived at all. Neil would have lived them on the stage. He was so good as Puck. Maybe he would have lived them on the silver screen, too. Maybe he’d have been an A-list star. Or maybe he would’ve never amounted to anything more than a pretty good actor, throwing himself to the curtain calls in every small off-broadway venue he could’ve booked.

Maybe Neil and Todd could have been roommates, when they were still young and nubile things, fresh faced and broke because they couldn’t get their parents to financially support the lives they’d chosen for themselves. Maybe instead of shivering alone, Todd would have curled around Neil for warmth in his first icebox of an East Village apartment. Maybe they would’ve written penny ante stories for themselves to get by. Maybe the first snowfall of the year would’ve drawn them out of their nest to take in the city, finally covered in a sparkling blanket that washed out the dirt, the grime.

Maybe Neil would’ve kept Todd forever. God knows he would’ve followed him anywhere. Maybe they’d have relocated to California, tired of the too-small rooms and the too-tall skyscrapers, and the Northeastern winds that bit their noses. Or maybe they would’ve come back after a year; exhausted from the heat, the vapid stars, the crystalline beaches. Maybe they would’ve missed the way the leaves changed colors, the way couples strolled the short block of Washington Square Park, hand-in-hand. The way the students rallied outside, chasing each other around the fountain like hooligans.

Maybe Neil would’ve left him. Too big and too bright-eyed. Maybe he would’ve gotten tired of Todd’s maudlin streak, his morbidities. The way sometimes, even now, even still, the words got caught in his throat, choking him from the inside. Maybe Neil would’ve wanted to live alone. Freed himself from anything and everything that tied him down, even if it was love. (Perhaps especially if it was love. Perhaps love was the thing that had had trapped him so fiercely back then— his father’s own twisted, corrosive brand of it.) Maybe they would’ve fought. Bellowed at each other from across a four hundred square foot apartment until the neighbors banged on their ceiling.

Maybe they would’ve held each other close. Pulled each other’s clothes off with an urgency like the sands in an hour glass, flowing together into the bottom of the bowl. Concrete grains that merged into a whole.

Maybe. Maybe.

Maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe.

Fuck.

He’s so tired. The hospital lights are too bright. His parents haven’t made the trip up from Delaware to visit him. He’s not even sure if he remembered to tell them he was dying.

Carpe carpe carpe

Seize seize seize

Todd’s learned a thing or two about seizures recently. This sucks.

Would Neil have gotten sick, if they’d stayed in New York? Was he even like that? Like Todd? Probably. Feels like a forgone conclusion at this point. Almost. Would Todd have gotten sick, if Neil was with him? If they’d had each other?

It seems too presumptuous to say. Maybe not though.

Diem.

Nocturn.

Diem.

Nocturn.

It gets harder to seize things when your grip gets weaker and your muscles start wasting away.

I miss you.

I hope you’re waiting for me. All of you.

I hope I get to see you soon.

I hope you’re hiding in that cave. I hope you’re standing on that dock. I hope you’re bouncing on the dorm beds, yelling and making a hullaballoo and a beat.

I hope you’ll read Shakespeare to me, and we can go over your lines together, and we can act and play and write plays and act in them and read and read and write and speak and run and jump and cry and laugh and smoke and drink and get sick and recover and do it all over again and again and again—

Ah. He’s crying. That’s okay.

It won’t be too much longer.

Carpe mortem? Sounds cliché. It’s been a long time since he’s sat in Latin class.

#dead poets society

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jeiceys-dead-poets-hcs · 2 years ago

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Dead Poets Dance Au

Pt. 2; Neil Perry

welcome to part two! i’m actually really excited to write about neil, so we’ll see how it goes!

His strong-suits, when it comes to specific types of dance, are jazz and (obviously)musical theatre.

Neil our little star <3

His stamina tops the rest of his group. Always giving 110%, even if he feels his lungs may collapse to his stomach and his heart may explode out of his chest.

His energy??? Top tier. Always one of the first comments on an adjudicator’s sheet at competitions.

He improvises, but not as well as Todd. He more just- does because he has to, rather than willingly(improv sucks and I hate it).

Him and Todd? Partners for everything. Acro lifts, duets, inseparable until their days are done. Whenever there’s different tricks in group dances, they’re always paired up doing the same tricks on different sides.

Since Neil is left-handed, his tricks are probably all best on his left, too.

Because of his height, Neil makes a strong base/lifter in any lifts. Which he doesn’t mind, getting picked up sounds more scary to him than anything.

Gets yelled at by Todd whenever chickening out of tricks, but lovingly; or so he says…

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“MY HEAD WAS TOO CLOSE TO THE GROUND!”

“YOU WERE LIKE TWO FEET OFF THE FLOOR. GO AGAIN.”

“rAAAAGhh. fINE dAd.”

Always the first to say he doesn’t like a song or costume, but never usually the most picky. Most of the group just kinda goes what he says, they just wait for him to say it first.

Always gives his teammates hugs after performing and if they win awards.

Like Todd, he’s so upset when he graduates and has to say goodbye. Probably cries during his friends’ speeches and is a mess for his own (but he probably comes back whenever he’s in town and helps choreograph).

Always cracking some sort of joint. He’s always stiff before he stretches to dance.

This man can PERFORM, he’s an actor, after all.

Always dominates in his solo categories. Competitors always double take when they see him backstage, but he’s humble and kind to them, nonetheless :)

His TURNS. Lord have mercy, this man turns like a top. He can go on forever and do pretty much any combo asked of him.

Makes weird noises when doing tricks or messing up things in practice.

Sings stupidly to whatever song is blaring over the speakers.

Always makes funny movements backstage to get the nerves out of his teammates. Mans is another person in the curtain wings.

Gets playfully picked on for his height, along with Pitts. Makes formations hard sometimes.

When he messes up a trick, he usually flops on the floor and just admits defeat.

“Neil, get up and try again, dude.”

“No, I’ve died.”

Usually gets hysterical for no reason if he lays on his back on the floor. It makes for some interesting contemporary exercises intended to be peaceful. Meanwhile you got chuckles going off in the corner.

Yes, it becomes infectious.

He genuinely loves all of his friends and teachers at the studio, they’re like his second family. Whatever he learns from there, he takes with him for the rest of his life.

His musical theatre choreography is always so good. He loves choreographing big group productions with his whole studio.

His expressions are always the best. His signature one is giving a lil’ wink.

Bro makes singing and dancing look way too easy.

hi, me again. it was bugging me where i got the nickname “chuckles” and then remembered when it finally came up in an unus annus clip compilation. enjoy free content!

#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #dps hcs #dps headcanons #dead poets headcanons #dps incorrect quotes #gerard pitts #dps fandom

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awkwarddystopianwarlord · 9 months ago

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Dear Universe Gods, You're Grounded

Over the weekend, me and my mates went to a fan expo on the mainland. It went swimmingly! We got photos with multiple celebrities including Elijah Wood. We sat through several panels led by actors and voice actors that we love including Grace Van Dien and Neil Newbon. We bought merchandise that gave us all a healthy-happy-feelings boost. One friend’s mother paid for our entire dinner the first night at a stupidly good Malaysian restaurant, even though she wasn’t there. We went to IKEA and got cookies and meatballs and jams. We like to stock up as there’s no IKEA here. We took our Build-a-Bear baby Yoda named Yodito and hunted down every Star Wars cosplayer to take a photo with him. It was a wild, overstimulating, exciting, hilarious, unbelievable, and unforgettable weekend adventure.

And then we came home.

*cue the Jaws theme*

And our world went stupid again.

*cue the speedier part of said Jaws theme*

The day after we got back, one friend found out her father has cancer and is due for surgery. A few days later, another friend was in the hospital for appendicitis, she’s still there actually. A day after that, today in fact, at work, it was decided by a corporate minion that wearing earbuds on shift is no longer allowed. For years, we were able to have a single earbud in and listen to music, podcasts, audiobooks, what have you, whilst working. This man came into the store, unannounced, off the clock, and saw people just doing their jobs and I guess decided they were too content. Now we have to listen to the cursed drugstore bullshit playlist and our brain thoughts. But wait, it gets worse…suddenly, the automatic announcements and music switched to French. Everything was French and no one knew what the crap happened. This was the day the music died and the day Canadian French corroded our brains. It went back to semi normal after a few hours, but those few hours were brutal.

So it’s been a week of cancer and surgery, and head office being committed to destroying any ounce of possible happiness we have at work. We were happy over the weekend, life was good. I think we need to have forever vacations at this point because the moment they end, everything goes to shit. Once our lives go back to normal, chaos and disappointment ensues.

I am still in the process of acquiring the contact information for the head office of the universe, however, it’s been incredibly difficult to locate. If anyone has the personal numbers for any universe corporate members, please let me know. My strongly worded letter was clearly ignored, so I’ve decided a phone call might be more effective.

Seriously though, what the bloody absolute fuck are the odds of this amount of immediate buffoonery happening after such a wholesome weekend with friends? We just came home and cancer and bursting organs were just sitting on the table and the gods were guffawing at us. I say again, NO ONE, NOT A SINGLE SOUL can tell me, with a straight face, that we are not cursed as shit! You can search high and low for a lawyer to argue until they’re blue in the face against this fact, and you will fail. There is no valid evidence, no physical or mental or spiritual proof that stands in favor of this truth being false. There are mysterious, malicious forces at work against us and all we can do now is laugh because it is hysterical, in the most tragic way possible, just how fucked we are. If we become villains later on, the origin stories for us that show our descent to the dark side will be horribly stupid and completely reasonable all in one. “Oh, why ever did you become evil?” they will ask. “I was greatly inconvenienced two too many times,” I will say. And they will nod in understanding as I set fire to the world.

#writing #blog #friday post #biweeklyblog #rants #storytime #struggles #angry

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expfcultragreen · 2 years ago

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The stories ghosts would tell me about white people living in caves and doing an adaptive radiation based on becoming more like their isolate's own main prey animals like a 5 month long you are what you eat joke. Hysterically funny has never been more apt

Sometimes im like, how much of that was troublesome psychics trying to see where I'd bite and then telling yarns. I am perfectly willing to buy into the hilarity of certain things and white people phrenology is one of them. ALL of the you are what you eat stories i heard were about neanderthals and post-neanderthal european populations. It was a delightfully vivid tapestry, i liked the lineal path of the vampires and the story about the british unicorn breeding experiments. Those were fun ones. I mean i guess the one about the kuejin isnt about europeans but its not really about anyone else either, its a habilis era species of weird little white guys who mostly eat termites and drink eachothers blood (leading to many deaths and constantly bottlenecking the population)

Oh man and i just remembered about how i totally thought neil marshalls the descent was a tell all about a masonic inbreeding experiment in scotland and like i was calling them clems because they wanted good pr and we decided a buffy reference really softened them

I will never stop thinking phrenology of white people is funny

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thespineoftherighteous · 2 years ago

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more show bloopers

they're (the monsters' actors) are doing a car scene and Neil and Aaron's actors together decide to turn on the seat heater of Kevin's actor, all the way up, just to get him to say "bloody hell my arse is on fire"

then it becomes like a running gag, especially between the twins' actors, to unsuspectingly turn on each other's seat warmers uncomfortably high

Neil's actor accidentally confuses the twins:

Neil, speaking to Aaron's actor: look Andrew-

Aaron's actor: *gently and seamlessly turns Neil's actor by the shoulders to face Andrew*

Neil's actor: look Andrew-

Andrew's actor: hi!

not a blooper but Dan's actress is tiny, the smallest person in the cast, (the twins' actors are 5'7-- it's the best thing that could've ever happened to them) which has no significance except for the fact that this girl can and will fall asleep ANYWHERE and the cast has loads of evidence of her knocked in every possible location on set

a scene on the bus where Andrew's actor is walking towards the very back, where Andrew sits, except some of the prop luggage/exy equipment is sticking out into the aisle of the bus and he trips over it face-first and just. disappears completely from the frame. one second he and the camera are moving in sync and the next he's just. gone. flat on the floor.

(Aaron's actor almost pisses himself laughing)

they're shooting a deleted scene of Renee and Andrew sparring together and at one point Andrew's actor just cracks up and Renee's actress is like ?? and he goes "your sound effects." and explains to her how every time she throws a punch she makes like a "whoosh" or "pow" noise and she goes "!!! i didn't even realize??"

on set of the locker room and Kevin's actor is sat in Kevin's stall being spontaneously serenaded by Matt's actor

that scene in tfc where the monsters take Neil shopping and Nicky is talking to him as he pulls out clothes for Neil to try on. except every so often Nicky's actor pulls out the most ludicrous article of clothing and offers it to Neil's actor with a straight face. at one point he holds a lime green mesh bralette that was also a turtleneck and had stirrups (??) up as if to see if it'd fit Neil and Neil's actor just loses it. while he's clutching a clothes rack trying to catch his breath and the people behind the camera are trying to train their hysterics, Nicky's actor turns to the camera, still holding the bralette and goes "where the hell did y'all even find this? i don't think even Nicky could pull this off" *eyes Kevin's actor* "buuuut if anyone could surely it-"

Neil's actor climbing off the top bunk bed except he misses a step and tumbles gracelessly to the ground

Allison's actress nails Aaron's actor right in the face with her ponytail in a scene where they're getting ready for a game and psyching themselves up. he wasn't even going to let it ruin the take but six seconds later she stops and turns and goes "did i just hit you?" and he's like "yep" and she grins and goes "so sorry babe"

Renee's actress is having trouble with a line and by the fifth time they have to restart she's cussing up a storm and Matt's actor pretends to be shocked and goes "Natalie Renee Walker. you're better than that" and she turns to look at the camera and goes "he just learned my full name this morning. if you can't tell"

the scene where Neil puts Andrew's hand under his shirt but Coach's actor pulls a look-into-the-camera- like-hes-on-the-office with a "y'all seeing this shit?" expression so they have to start over

see also about that scene: they're in the middle of a take and Andrew's actor randomly and without changing his Andrew-expression goes "are you flexing your abs right now?" and Neil's actor goes "sorry I'm nervous..you can feel that?" and he goes "yeah" and there's a beat of silence of presumably Neil's actor just flexing his abs. Andrew's actor goes "that's impressive. hot" Neil's actor goes "thanks man"

they're shooting a scene in the lounge and Allison's actress is in the middle of a line when she notices a real picture of the boys being idiots on the set photo wall and starts giggling and goes "sorry sorry i had never seen that one..caught me off guard. okay let's go again.."

it's not even supposed to be a blooper but they didn't know they were rolling so there's a blooper of Neil's actor telling Aaron's actor "you're 5 and I'm 10. I'm twice the man you'll ever be. bitch"

the scene where Kevin shows up with the queen on his face except Andrew's actor thought they were still rehearsing so when he appears in the doorway to the bedroom after hearing Kevin and Neil making noise it's with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders the way he had been doing throughout rehearsals

(they ended up keeping that in the scene. Andrew first appears wrapped up in his blanket, all tired and shit. he realizes what's going on and starts to become more alert and as he walks towards Kevin to inspect his face, he lets the blanket fall to the ground. it's grand and dramatic and all, but so is Andrew)

a whole bunch of clips stitched together of when they filmed the Foxes working out in the gym. in the show it's a brief montage but there's loads of unseen content of the cast just fooling around- dancing to music on the speakers and flexing ridiculously and exaggeratedly lifting weights and shit

the scene in the car where Andrew elbows Neil hard in the ribs but in this blooper Aaron's actor joins in and it becomes both twins just pretending to beat Neil's actor up

(Kevin's and Nicky's actors in the front seats are just staring ahead, driving like nothing's happening and shaking their heads going "kids")

Dan's actress keeps laughing during a scene where Dan and Matt kiss and during one take where she's trying to calm herself down by putting her forehead on his shoulder you can hear Allison's actress in the background go "i can do it instead if you want" and Matt's actor smirks at the camera over Dan's head and Allison's actress goes "bitch not you I meant me kiss her"

just. one scene where Neil barges into a room (as he does) but the actor underestimates the set so when he throws the door open it quickly rebounds to smack him, full-body..as the door slowly swings back open you can see him crumpled on the floor in the doorway clutching his elbow

Andrew and Neil's actors are about to do a scene and suddenly you hear a loud "pucker up boyssss" in the background. it's from Allison's actress (who didn't even need to be on set that day) and Neil's actor glances over at her, grins and goes "what are you even doing here. get out. leave" and she just sits in his production chair and settles in to watch

if you look closely you can find a stray exy ball here and there in places where they shouldn't be. that's because most of the cast (but especially Matt, Kevin and Renee's actors) like to nick exy balls from the set of the court and toss them around in between takes..and apparently leave them all over the place

not a blooper but. the cast went through a lot of intimacy training before they started filming (for both like aggressive and soft intimacy) and they're all naturally very close as well, so whenever they shoot a scene where one of them has to pretend to hurt another (physically/emotionally/etc) they always make sure to check in with them in between takes and once they've finished to make sure they're okay

they're shooting on set of the lounge a scene that's supposed to be right before afternoon practice and at one point Coach's actor tells Aaron to get the cart of racquets (i forgot what it's called in the books) and so Aaron's actor gets up and moves out of frame while Coach's actor keeps talking. and all of a sudden there's this earth shattering crash that makes everyone flinch HARD. and then you hear Aaron's actor (who literally was only supposed to take the cart and roll it across the room in the background of the shot) say "i am SO sorry" in the most horrified whisper

Coach's actor eating shit while walking off the bus

Kevin's and Andrew's actors need to do a bit in a scene where they turn their heads at the same time to look very intensely at each other (as per Kandrew) and they simply cannot do it without cracking up it's terrible

Andrew and Neil's actors are on the rooftop and they're supposed to be staring at each other, all intense. but then there's this huge, awkward, horrifying sound from somewhere below and at first it looks like they'll be able to stay professional and just ignore it. but then Neil's actor bows his head to his shoulder and puts his fist to his mouth to try to contain himself and they have to restart ("sorry sorry. but just...did something just..die?")

Kevin and Neil's actors have to get all up in each other's faces but then, practically nose to nose, Neil's actor goes "i don't remember my line" "mhm" "you have lovely eyes" "thanks mate" "we should start over" "let's." ..THEN they back down

Dan's actress pointing her exy stick at the camera "hi I'm Captain Dan Wilds and YOU [wink] are watching Disney channel" *does very shitty drawing of the Disney logo*

Coach's actor forgets which of the Foxes he's supposed to be addressing so he just says "you little shits" and it ends up sticking throughout the whole series because it's so in character

they have to restart the scene where all the Foxes first meet so many times that by the twentieth time Seth's actor goes "I'm fucking concerned-" Nicky's actor jumps in with "yeah sweetie we know"

and cut

#these are so fucking fun #sorry this got so long #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #allison reynolds #kevin day #renee walker #neil josten #aftgtv #mine aftg #bangers

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 3 years ago

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How to Catch a Boyfriend Part 1

So I wrote some tags on this post by @harrygroves and decided I wanted to expand on them.

warnings for Child abuse and injuries.

How to Catch a Boyfriend Part 1

Billy is a little drunk and a little high after his latest fight with Neil, he just needed something to help him relax and take the edge off his pain. He is wandering the Hawkins woods with a half empty bottle of cheap vodka clasped loosely in his hand, moon high in the sky making the blood dripping from his nose look black. The deeper he goes the more he feels like he is heading somewhere, a strange pregnant feeling in the air pulling him deeper.

It is warmer than he remembers it being when he had been out during the day when the sun was up and shining brightly. The deeper he goes the warmer it is chasing off the winter chill that is already trying to set in despite fall having barely started. The air is humid, thick with fog and glowing? Billy swears he can see something glowing between the foliage. Billy stumbles closer and closer as quietly as he can, a soft almost music in the air.

Billy’s foot slides on slick moss and his almost quiet stumble turns into a loud cursing tumble as he rolls down a small hill into a shallow pool of water. Billy’s ass is wet, his bottle of booze lost and he struggles to adjust his eyes in the faint glowing light frowning. He is pretty sure mushrooms do not naturally glow like that, greenish blue with brighter white spots covering them, he has heard rumors about Hawkins being a toxic waste dump and worries maybe there is some truth to that.

Billy looks down at the lake, more like a puddle under his ass, his reflection casting back at him the glow enough to highlight all his bruises and the blood. Billy splashes a hand through it, his eyes stinging, the fall just aggravating his injuries and the water seems perfectly normal for a puddle. He is wet and hot, sweat pricking at his skin, the heat even mugger here and he is just so frustrated, he wants to go home back to California, the weather was not so weird where they used to live.

Billy wipes furiously at his eyes as the sting persists and tears run down his cheeks to mix with his blood pulling it from his skin in reddish pink drops that fall into the pull of water making it ripple. There is a sound on the wind again and only with its return does Billy realize it went silent when he fell and now that he is closer to the source he can almost make out words like singing and the flapping of wings like a small bird or a large moth. Billy sniffs loudly as he whips his head up, hands scrubbing at his eyes, vision blurry from the tears.

"I've lost my fucking mind." Billy says with a bubbling hysterical laugh because that is the only possible explanation for what he is seeing. As Billy’s eyes adjust he sees a tiny figure no bigger than his palm but it is no bird or bug, no the winged thing dancing around Billy looks like a tiny man. A familiar man at that, Billy would swear it is nearly the spitting image of Steve Harrington, who's features Billy has become awfully familiar with over the past few weeks since he got to this nowhere town. He has lost it, cracked like an uncooked egg, or perhaps he split his head during the fall and this is all a hallucination as his brain oozes out into the soil. Those are the only plausible answers to what Billy is seeing.

"Hey big guy." The thing calls in a familiar voice and Billy swears it sounds like Steve but Steve does not talk to him not really, they only have the one class together and Steve mostly tries to ignore him. The thing, fairy Billy’s mind supplies after a long minute of watching it hover, wings flapping with an iridescent purple shine to them, opaque silver skin stretched tight over delicate looking bones. It, he, Steve maybe? Billy is not really sure what to call the fairy. It flies in close brown eyes going big but still so tiny as they look at Billy's busted cheek and split lips before darting away as Billy swipes a hand at it. "Stop it." It, Steve! Billy is just going to call his tiny hallucination Steve, make it a little less brain breaking for himself.

"Fuck off, you’re just a hallucination." Billy says, closing his eyes and shaking himself and when he opens them again the little figure is no longer in front of his eyes and there is a hollow disappointment in his breast. Billy is startled, flinching back when a tiny warm hand touches his cheek, eyes flicking to the side where little Steve is hovering. These brown eyes follow him as Steve flutters closer and once again his hand is against Billy’s cheek, warm but soothing, different to the muggy heat, something tingling through Billy as Steve watches him with those soft eyes.

Billy stays where he is rooted to the spot as that tingle spreads, eyes going wide as the pain fades and Steve seems to almost sparkle, skin glowing pale and luminous under the moonlight as Billy’s aches leave him. "What are you doing to me?" He asks as that tingling warmth spreads through him and he knows he does but he asks anyway, more tears pricking because he knows he is going to wake up in some ditch and start feeling the pain again.

Steve looks at him warmly, smiles a little sadder but no less pretty. "You're hurt, I'm fixing what I can." Steve tells him softly voice coming out like a whisper coated in bells carried on the wind and Billy cannot help the stuttering sob that bubbles up out of him. Why would any version of Steve want to help him, why would his brain be so cruel as to dream this up? That gentle hand moves up brushing lightly under his eye and Billy tries to blink the tears away forcing his eyes open, deciding if his brain has conjured up such a fantasy he might as well enjoy the view while he can.

"You'll feel better when you wake up, just think of this as a dream, it'll be okay." Steve says with a worried little frown and Billy shakes his head vehemently he does not want to wake up, he does not want to go back to reality, he would rather have this sweet illusion to reality. Steve's mouth twists, little wings flapping harder making sweet fragrant air fill Billy's nose as Steve rises a few inches and moves in close again.

Billy goes cross eyed trying to keep track of him. Steve leans in mouth like a rose pestle brushing against his forehead as he places a gentle kiss against Billy’s forehead. Billy tries to fight it, the tiredness that sweeps over him but it is persistent and inescapable, limbs going heavy and the world going black.

Billy wakes up warm and comfortable as comfortable as his old second hand bed has ever made him. Billy blinks as memories filter in, dreams obviously since he is home and in bed with sunlight stripping across his face from the shitty blinds he must have forgotten to close last night. He flips over, that disappointment settled in his chest at it having all been a dream but at least he is not going crazy.

Billy frowns as his eyes adjust and he sees the new hole in the wall, the one that was made when he fell back after Neil drunkenly punched him in the face, a thing he is normally more careful about, he does not like to leave evidence. He does not want Susan to get too concerned that maybe he has been doing more than just lecturing and the occasional shove or slap, he does not want anyone around their new town to start looking at what is going on in Billy’s home life.

The hole does not compute though, it makes Billy’s dream theory falter and crack away because that hole is there but the pain from last night is not. Billy tosses the blankets off stumbling to his feet, twigs and leaves sticking to his muddy sheets and his dirty clothes. Billy's heart is pounding as he stumbles over to his mirror to stare wide eyed at his dirty face.

There is clinging blood and flecks of dirt from his fall but the deep bruising he should have, the cuts, they are all gone. No fat lip, no black eye, Billy presses his fingers into the skin that should hurt and nothing, all he feels is the pressure of them. Another hysterical laugh bubbles up and Billy feels faint because it has to be real, his little fairy Steve has to be real, right? How else did he wake up miraculously healed?

Billy stumbles to the bathroom to clean up and really get a look at himself, missing the cluster of flowers in a little holder tightly woven out of dried out vines with a walnut shell at the bottom keeping them damp. A cluster of bell-shaped flowers in pinkish purple spotted on the inside with white and a darker shade of purple.

Part 2

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #fanfiction #St fic #Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington #Fairy Steve Harrington #I just need Billy coming up with the stupidest idea to catch his man

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acesophiewalten · 3 years ago

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jean!! what are some of your favorite books? 🔫

OOOOOO OKAY i'll try to remember all of them

In no specific order:

The Secret History - A dark academia staple! Tragic! Dark! Pretentious! I love it. I love reading it in public places and wondering how the Greek Gang(tm) didn't get arrested sooner for like - public indecency. That seems like something they'd do. But really - this was one of the first 'adult' books I ever read and it means a lot to me, these messed up freaks just make me vv happy.

Daisy Jones & The Six - A genuinely hopeful story about a fictional 70s rock band, I love it so much. I love how it's formatted, I love how real all of the characters are, I love how all of their conflicts are neither too dramatic and yet it's such good storytelling. I love everyone in this book (in good character terms, of course) and I would like to meet them all someday.

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - It's a coming-of-age story about an 11-year-old girl in early 1900s Brooklyn. It grew on me over a really long period of time, but now it's one of my favorite books. I love analyzing it as a product of its time, as some characters are incredibly modern (like Sissy) while some of the book's attitudes and other characters (like the frequent references to anti-semitism and McGarrity, the saloon owner) are firmly centered in the 40s, when it was written. This book does contain a lot of triggers, but I really love it.

The Runaway Princess by Kate Coombs - This has been a favorite of mine ever since I was very little. It's about Princess Meg, who's locked in a tower while her parents host a competition to find a suitable prince for her. Instead of waiting, however, she sets out to win the competition with the help of her maid, a knight, a witch, a wizard, and her best friend. It's such a fun, light read, incredibly funny, and the most refreshing thing about it is that it contains absolutely no "not like other girls" mentalities, and Meg is just - Meg! It's wonderful.

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman- Timeless, incredible, makes me laugh hysterically. I love it so much. The classic story of an angel and a demon teaming up to stop the apocalypse while going through relationship troubles, it's just - so much FUN. That's this book - it's so awesome. Especially for me, who had a lil demon hyperfixation and had a great time building out the world these characters were living in, along with the book.

Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu - They're GAY and they're VAMPIRES, what more is there to say? But really, this book is very good, and, just like A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, it's very fun to analyze in the context of its time period, when 'Boston Marriages' were becoming increasingly common and the standards of gay and straight hadn't quite been ironed out the way they are today. Carmilla is very short and it's so elegantly written, as well as just a very fun read if you're a modern teenager going "OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY." It's a gay rom-com but it's a gothic horror novel and it's excellent.

#asks #thanks for the ask nadia!!

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cupiiid · 3 years ago

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//March 27th 1967//

Chris heard the door close from her place on the floor. "Babe, I'm home!" Ginny's cheery voice bounced from the doorway. She heard the clatter of keys and the dropping of a bag. it all she could think about was how much of a disaster her day had been. First, she'd been late to the office because her train had been late, then she realised she'd forgotten her lunch and finally, the asshole higher-ups had humiliated her again because she was a woman. If was bullshit! She was better than half the fuckers there.

"Honey?" Chris was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of her lover's voice searching for her.

"'M in here, Gin," she whined from the floor of their living room. Before she knew it, Ginny was standing over her, a confused look on her face, tilting he'd head in that adorable way she did that made her look a lot like a puppy, a habit she'd adopted from Neil.

"What're you doing down there, love?" Chris groaned again and put her hands over her eyes. She felt Ginny sit down next to her and pull her head into her lap, gently stroking her hair.

"Rough day?" She asked gently. Chris nodded, not removing her hands from her face. "D'you wanna talk about it." Chris sighed.

"It's just been a bunch of shit honestly." She removed her hands to get a look at Ginny, resting them on her stomach instead. She saw her lover's face harden.

"Is it those squares from the office again? If they've messed with you again, I'll kill them myself." Chris huffed a laugh at her lover's antics.

"It's just the normal stuff, no need to get involved." Ginny gave an irritated sigh.

"It's not fine, Chris. They're treating you like shit for no reason. Your writing is incredible! Why does it matter that you're a woman?" Chris smiled up at her, the other woman didn't notice, too caught up in her antics. "It's such bullshit! Do you think Todd would have to go through shit like that? No. You've worked just as hard as he has and and people still don't take you seriously." Chris hummed and traced Ginny's lips with her fingers.

"Todd still has to deal with a lot of shit. Being a woman just isn't one of them." Ginny frowned.

"Yeah, that's true. Still sucks though. I hate having to watch people belittle you. You're the most amazing person I've ever met." Chris grinned and sat up, facing her lover. She took the brunette's face in her hands.

"Look, it sucks. I'm not going to tell you it doesn't. Everyday, I wish it wasn't like this and that I'd be respected by everyone but that's just the way it is." Ginny was about to cut in but she didn't let her. "But, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop fighting. I've earned my place here. Plus, I have you and Todd and Neil and Charlie and while I'd love outside approval, the only real approval I need is you guys'." Ginny's hands came up and over her own, smiling proudly.

"I love you. I love you so much." Chris leaned forward and met her in a dizzying kiss, trying to communicate the pure love and adoration she had for the woman in front of her.

"I love you too." She whispered into her lips. "I love you more than anything." Ginny's lips traveled down her throat and for a while, she didn't think of work (or anything other than Ginny for that matter) at all.

Some while later, the two of them sat of the couch together, watching the Andy Griffith Show. It was a nice evening, it was sprinkling lightly outside and the cool weather made Chris feel better. Around five thirty, Ginny checked her watch.

"Shit," she muttered. Chris pressed a kiss to her jaw.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Todd's out late tonight, meeting with someone about his book or something and I don't think he left Neil anything to eat." Chris snickered. Neil, as lovely as he was, couldn't cook for shit. If they left him to his own devices, he'd end up with burnt mac and cheese and half the kitchen blacked with soot.

"Should we invite him over for dinner then?" Ginny looked at her.

"Are you sure? We can just relax with the two of us if you're not up to it."

"Have him over, he is your husband after all." Ginny huffed before speaking.

"You know that's only a technicality, Noel!" She said before playfully hitting Chris on the shoulder as she laughed. Once their laughter died down, Ginny pressed her lips go Chris' in a silent thank you.

It was true. Earlier that year, all four of them had a wedding ceremony. First, a hurried one at a cheap chapel where Neil and Ginny exchanged vows (trying their hardest to make the other laugh) before Chris and Todd did the same thing (also making up total bullshit). Then, after that trainwreck, once they were legally married to avoid suspicion, the four met their friends in Chris and Ginny's living room for a real (and very much illegal) wedding.

Neil and Todd went first, Charlie as Neil's best man and Jeff as Todd's while Knox 'officiated' the rest of them crowded around in the way too small room and cheered once they kissed at the end.

Ginny and Chris were second. It's still the happiest day of her life. Even though she's legally married to Todd, the look on Ginny's face when she read her vows and the hollering and champagne and cake made everything worth it. Cameron was her own best man, Charlie's partner, Alex, being Ginny's (those two had made fast friends and they were overjoyed to be Ginny's best person)

They were luckier than most. They had managed to find a house for people like them in New York, two buildings connected by a basement door. Chris and Ginny lived in one with Neil and Todd in the other, creating an allusion of two straight couples living next to each other instead of the truth, one person from each household being able to switch quickly if necessary. She wouldn't give up this little life if hers for the world.

Chris got up to start making the pasta as Ginny ran to go fetch Neil. As the water was boiling, the two brunette's trailed into the kitchen, Neil carrying a bottle. He smiled brightly when he saw her.

"Chris! Thank you for having me over." He pressed a kiss to her cheek before passing the bottle to Ginny and leaning against their dining table. "I brought some wine as a way to thank you." He smiled his classic Neil Perry grin as Ginny examined the label.

"Neil," she snorted, reading the label. "this is grape juice." Chris burst out laughing as Neil hurried over and took the bottle from Ginny.

"No, no, I could've sworn this was wine." The two women laughed at Neil's fumbling.

"Jesus Perry, you get one role without me and you become a mess!" It was true, for one of the first times in their careers, Neil had gotten a rather large role without her. Shortly after, Ginny had managed to snag an equally impressive part in another show but it still felt weird not seeing them together.

Neil grinned and rolled his eyes. "Well, it'll have to do."

Neil sat at the dining table as they worked on the spaghetti, not trusting him to help after what happened last time. Once the dish was done, the three of them migrated to the living room with their plates and glasses of grape juice.

They squished on the couch that was really only made for two (there was another couch plus a couple of arm chairs but that couch had the best view of the television and none of them were going to give that up) and watched some sappy soap opera that was playing while laughing at the characters and talking about their days.

"...and then Lizzie stepped on my toes again!" The girls wheezed, almost falling off the couch in the process. "It's not funny! This is the seventh time it's happened!" Ginny wiped tears from her eyes.

"Like you didn't do that when I taught you how to dance, you hypocrite!" Neil waved his hand around wildly.

"Yeah- when I was seventeen!" The hysterics dies down after a while and they all sat in a comfortable silence.

"Do you remember when I taught you to dance so you could impress Todd at the Welton-Henley dance in highschool? The one Chris snuck into." Neil nodded along knowingly. Chris looked at them shocked.

"That's what you two were up to?" She asked. Neil nodded.

"Yep. And if didn't even work." He sighed. Chris looked at him indignantly.

"Are you kidding?!? You should have seen him, he was all over you when you danced with Ginny. We couldn't stop looking at you two all night." Neil blushed before realising her words.

"Wait- we? You were looking at Gin?" Now it was Chris' turn to flush as she felt Ginny's eyes on her.

"Well... yeah. That's what got Todd and I bonding in the first place. Both of our pining for two hopeless theatre kids." She was met with two sharp 'hey!'s.

After Neil had left, they got into their bed and Ginny circled her arms around Chris' waist, resting her head on the nape of her neck. Chris hummed in content. "Was what you said earlier true? About watching me that dance?" Chris laughed and placed her hands on top of Ginny's.

"Of course. I couldn't take my eyes off you. I drank so much spiked punch just to get away from the feeling really." She felt a soft press of lips to her neck.

"I love you, Chris. I love you so much I don't even know how to describe it." Chris turned in her arms to face her lover.

"You're such a sap." She said lightly, tracing her face with her fingers. Ginny closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. "I love you too. So much." A smile tugged on the brunette's lips.

Chris' life wasn't perfect by any means. She was living as a lesbian with a secret lover in 1967 and trying to make her way as a journalist in a male dominated industry while misogyny ran rampant without consequence. It would always be hard, at least to a degree, but right here, in bed with the person she loved more than anything in this world, all was good.

#just a sweet drabble #i feel like i do so much anderperry so i wanted to give these two some spotlight #i love them <33 #ft neil because i love this dynamic #dead poets society #chris noel #ginny danbury #dps #noelbury #neil perry #todd anderson

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pale-goblin · 4 years ago

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A Little Twisted.

Chapter One: The King

Co written w/ @desertdwellerdanny

It was late, later then Steve wanted to leave work. Working for his father’s business had been the worst mistake of his life. The long hours, business trips, and paperwork killed him. The only thing that added fun to his life was his body count and not in a sex way. Every business trip, he left a crime scene behind; it was an excellent hobby, a fun game.

As Steve unlocked his car that was parked in the darkness of the street, he heard sounds coming from the alleyway—harsh breaths and muffled screams paired with the tell-tell sounds of struggle. There, barely visible in the alley between two abandoned shops, was a tall man dressed in dark denim and golden strands that fell over his shoulders in beautiful curls. He was pretty, despite, or maybe because of, the deep scowl etched into his features. The closer Steve looked, it seemed there was another person there, pushed up against the man and the dirty brick of the wall.

The curiosity got the better of him, and rather than sidle back into his car to drive 40 minutes to a dull house with boring people and boring television; he found his feet carrying him closer. Steve was friends with the shadows, staying well within them to edge closer to the struggle. It was when he had just made it to the opening of the alley that he heard the all-too-familiar crunch of bone and a strangled scream for help that sounded more gurgle than yell. The man was standing, staring down at the body and the bloodied mess he’d made of the wall and his hands. Shining, wet blood covered the front of him, splatters adorning the smooth skin of his face.

It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous.

Steve watched the rage boiling in the man’s face turn sour, listening to him swear under his breath. His blood-covered hands reaching for his blonde curls to smooth it out of his face. Steve smiled in the alley’s dim light. Seeing the reaction of a man’s first kill was titillating to witness.

Steve’s first kill was cleaner, more planned, and he was 12. He had many years to fine-tune his skills and make sure he was hidden from people’s noses, Of course, unless he was too excited like now. Steve hadn’t noticed the can at his feet which he kicked into the dead body when he shifted his weight.

The man got spooked, and in fear of losing this beautiful man, he put his hands up, showing himself.

“Wait, Wait, don’t run.”

The man’s hands were shaking, slight tremors running up and down his spine as he took Steve in. Those sharp, light eyes dragged over his suit-clad figure, and if Steve had been the type of man to blush, his cheeks would be dusted pink with the intense attention the man gave him.

“Who- I didn’t. He was,” his voice cracked, wide, terrified eyes looking down at the bloodied mess the victim’s face was, “What did I do?”

“Looks like you killed him,” Steve said calmly, eyeing the man’s messy job. “Poorly, I might add,” Steve kneeled, being careful not to get blood on himself. “Good spot though, dark alley, broken cameras.” Steve eyed the area, breaking it down for himself to see how easy this would be to cover up.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, his body screamed defensive, waiting for Steve to shout or call the cops or something. But he didn’t.

“Who are you?” He spat, top lip pulling up into a snarl. He looked like a cornered animal, faced with a variable that had the ability to ruin him. Hell, he’d murdered someone in a blind rage—he’d already been ruined if it wasn’t for Steve, and isn’t that a nice little bit of luck.

Steve smiled when he locked gazes with the fear-filled blue of the man’s eyes. “Seems like I’m your guardian angel.” Steve winked—the excitement building in his chest was impressive; honestly, he was kind of turned on by all of this. “Wait here; I have a kit in my car. I promise I’m here to help you.”

The man stood flabbergasted, the blood coating the front of his shirt and up and down his arms starting to chill with the cold wind. Steve turned and made his way back to his car, nonchalant and even a slight spring in his step, the blond stranger left in the disturbing quiet of the alley. The silence was deafening, and it roared in the man’s ears.

Steve returned moments later, holding a large black case, wearing a rudder-looking apron and gloves. He had a smile on his face that seemed not to fade. "Can I ask you some questions? About this friend of yours, about tonight?" Steve placed the case on the ground, wondering if this was weird for him, this well-dressed stranger who happens to be a psychopathic murderer. "What's your name?”

The man’s mouth dropped open a bit, taking Steve even before giving a small, unbelieving chuckle and mumbling what the fuck under his breath. “You’re a nutcase, aren’t you?” He gave Steve a cautious side-eye before facing him head-on, meeting his gaze, “You can call me Neil. And that,” he said, pointing at the body, “is not my friend. But ask away if you gotta.”

Steve completely ignored Neil's stab at him for being 'crazy' Steve wasn't crazy—far from it.

"Did you have sex with him?" Steve mumbled as he pulled out a plastic sheet from his case and laid it on the ground.

Billy licked his lips nervously, hands tightening into fists at his side. “No! N-no,” he hesitated, stomach rolling uncomfortably at recalling what had made him do… this… in the first place, “He was trying to— he put something in my drink. But it must’ve been weak or some shit because I could still move. Kinda. I came-to here and kinda, just,” his nostrils flared with fury, eyes even beginning to blur with tears just remembering. He didn’t want to remember. “I didn’t give him the chance to.”

Steve snorted at himself as he dragged the body onto the sheet. Not at Neil's misfortune but the fact that he helped throw the defense case out the window if he got caught. "Then good riddance to this ass hole--" Steve went through the victim’s pants, pulling out a wallet but no car keys. Sad, he couldn't make it look like a car crash. "-- Mr. Bates." Steve read the ID in the wallet, pressing his lips together with a chuckle, "not anymore."

“Bates? That’s his name?” Neil gave an unbelieving laugh, giggles pouring out of him, quickly turning into hysterics, “Oh god. I’m sorry, it’s just. Like that one movie? American Psycho? Bates?” He covered his mouth with a trembling hand to quiet the chuckles forcing their way out of him, “Guess it’s not him that’s the killer this time, though.”

Steve loved hearing the laughter pouring out of Neil's mouth. It was sweet and gave Steve goosebumps just listening to it echo off the walls. He kind of forgot to give his name. He was still tied up in the blood and the blue of this man's eyes. "I'm Ste--no- uh Steve" Steve stumbled the words out of his mouth, giving Neil his real name with so much trust. His beautiful face was throwing Steve off his game.

Neil squinted at him, chuckles finally calming down a bit as he watched Steve work. “Steve,” he said slowly as if testing how the name tasted on his tongue. He must’ve approved because he nodded once before leaning back against the wall opposite to where he’d bashed the man’s head in and slid to the ground. He stretched his legs out, his foot just barely touching the body’s foot, and gave a little kick before letting his head thump back against the brick. “Well, what the fuck are we gonna do, Steve.”

"Well, I'm taking this man home with me" Steve rolled the guy in the plastic sheet just not to make a mess of his car. "Since this was not planned, I will have to figure out how to get rid of the body, but we will clean up the blood and…" Steve's eyes flicked over Neil's body as he sat on the ground, which made Steve let out a disappointed sigh "...and we will get you cleaned up at my house."

“You’re literally helping hide a murder right now,” Neil raised an eyebrow at him, weariness pulling his features down and narrowing his eyes, “Why, pray tell, the fuck should I trust you enough to get into your car?”

Neil was on edge, hackles raised and expecting the worst from Steve. He’d narrowly avoided being attacked already tonight and instead managed to become a murderer in that short amount of time.

“For one, you don’t have to trust me, and I don’t expect you too” Steve pulled a spray bottle out of the case. “But I’m the only chance you have right now” Steve kind of felt like he was

forcing Neil to come with him, but he wasn’t. If Steve wanted to have his way, Neil would have been knocked out and hogtied in the back of his car. Steve started cleaning the blood off the walls taking his time even though no one probably came down here much unless they were also criminals.

Neil let his head thump back against the wall again, closing his eyes. His stomach was cramping with anxiety, and he still felt sick from earlier—the panic and disgust of being so vulnerable settled like lead in his chest.

“Maybe,” he peeked one eye open, lazily watching Steve scrub and spray at the chunky red mess on the wall, “Once I know for sure you’re not gonna fuck me over.” Neil still felt the fear clawing its way up from his chest, and yet in that mess of emotions, not one of them was guilt over what he had done. It had felt...right to kill him. Good, even.

Steve enjoyed the clean-up more than the kill itself; it added some kind of normal part to it for him. Steve never felt guilt but knew he wasn’t normal, but he didn’t care if he was. Steve looked back at the guy exhausted against the wall of the alley. “The anxiety will pass,” Steve mumbled, giving him a shy smile. “Then you will taste true freedom.”

Neil snorted, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “You sound like you’ve done this before, pretty boy. Run into a lot of murders, do you?”

Steve laughed. “I don’t run into a lot. It’s not like we have a club or anything,” Steve cleaned up the last bit on the wall before moving to where the body has been sitting. “But, I have done this before, 42 times counting helping you; I’ve even got a fancy killer name now.”

Neil’s eyebrows shot up, face sobering, “Really now?” He looked nervous. Funny almost, like there’s a difference between killing 42 or 1 with his bare hands. “And what would that be? How so many?”

Steve licked his lips as he looked up at Neil. “They call me the King; I haven’t been caught because I don’t kill in the same city twice in the same year. They only connected the dots a few months ago.”

Neil’s eyes grew big, mouth propping open as he took in the killer who had just started to take over just about every news story as of late. “Holy fuck. Bullshit.” he sat up against the wall, pushing up off of it to stride over to Steve as if getting a better look at the man would help him make the connection to a faceless serial killer. “And you’re helping me? Now?” his face screwed up in confusion, taking yet another step towards Steve, “Why?” he said quietly, peering into his eyes as if trying to find the answers to all the questions clogging his brain there.

Steve shrugged. “My life is boring, and you’re just the excitement I needed today.” Steve stood up and finally finished the rest of the work. He watched Neil check him out, trying to figure out what was not very hard if you knew how to look. “Do I scare you?”

Neil didn’t answer right away, keeping his intense eye contact and considering the question with a low hum. “No. You don’t.” He settled on, stating it firmly and with conviction. Steve was terrifying, but the shine in Neil’s eye confirms that he would rather die than let him know that.

Steve made a face when he looked interested more than he was before in Neil. "Well, come on then" Steve put his stuff away, closing the case up and handing it to Neil with a wink, "unless you want to get caught, that is" Steve smiled faded at the possibility that Neil could just say no and run, but Steve would make sure his actions had consequences.

Fortunately, it seemed Neil had better common sense than that and hesitantly stepped forward to take the case. “You look like you know what you’re doing. I’d rather take your lead than to spend the next 30 years in prison.” Neil replied in perfect deadpan. He wasn’t a fool—he knew what happens to boys like him if he was targeted before being in a building full of men with his being as pretty as he was… well, that’s just asking for trouble, isn’t it?

Steve smiled. "Smart boy." Honestly, Steve would have so much fun with this guy; maybe they would even kill together. Hmm, the idea of that, the excitement of it.

Steve picked up the body, throwing it over his shoulders like it was nothing to him--it was unfortunate he would have to get rid of his suit because of this. Hunting in clothes you wear is never a good idea with fibers getting everywhere.

"My car's not far."

Neil slowed, eying how easily Steve had manhandled a grown man’s dead weight. He wasn’t sure if that added to the intimidation or stirred something in him. Neil gave his head a slight shake before gripping the case in his hands tighter and following Steve back out to his car.

It was a fancy thing, sleek black and probably more expensive than Neil had ever owned or even touched.

Steve opened the trunk of the car and placed the body down into it. Honestly, all of this tonight made him yearn for another hunt, but he wasn't going on another trip for a few weeks.

Steve let out a sigh as he grabbed the case from Neil and put it in with the body, and removed the extra attire he was wearing.

"Get in the back seat. I already put a sheet down for you" Steve opened the back door like a gentleman. Steve wondered what Neil was feeling, how much excitement was kicking in? Did he feel good? Steve always enjoyed the thrill of it all, but he wanted to know how other people thought.

Neil pulled a face at his commanding tone, but climbed in anyway, face passive save for his ears’ tips that flushed a pretty red. “M, not a damn dog, yknow,” he mumbled out, although he understood the reasoning given the front of his shirt was splattered in blood.

He shuffled in, careful not to touch anything that wasn't the plastic sheet lining the inside of the car. “What’re you going to do with him?” he asked quietly, the meekest Steve’s seen him all night.

Steve got out into the car’s front seat and fixed his mirror to see Neil in the back seat, getting to see him in a slightly better light before the overhead light in the car went out as he turned the car on. “Well, dump his body somewhere in a few days,” Steve smiled, thinking about how he could take credit for it. “Maybe cut something into his skin, take the top of his skull, and put it on my wall.”

It’s not something that’s been disclosed by the cops yet, at least not officially. Reporters have spread the news like cockroaches in hidden corners, whispering about how the serial killer King takes the crown of the victims’ scalps. It’s terrifying, really. Neil narrows his eyes a smidge.

“Why do you do it?”

Steve had never thought about why he did what he did; he only started doing it three victims into this game of his. Sometimes he does it when the people are still alive, watching the fear dripping from their eyes until the shock sets in.

“They don’t deserve a crown.”

Neil hummed, “Who deserves a crown, then?”

Steve pulled out of the parking spot, locking eyes with Neil in the mirror. “I do.”

Neil held his gaze—feeling trapped by Steve’s shockingly clear brown eyes, and yet he felt no struggle or want to break out of it.

Neil is prey. Interesting, pretty, entertaining prey.

And Steve was going to eat him alive just to force him to submit to him. To admit how scared he is of The King.

Co written w/ @desertdwellerdanny

#stranger things #tw murder #Tw blood #fic writing #fic ideas #fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #murderer steve #billy x steve #harringrove #sorry everyone

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syeniites · 4 years ago

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I know a lot of people prefer the theory that after AFTG Aaron does slowly learn to like Neil and they become friends and shit bUT may I please suggest that it could be so much funnier if he doesn’t.

Like just imagine- they’re all growing up and settling down and Aaron and Andrew are slowly working their shit out in therapy but Aaron still just has a huge grudge against Neil but then!! Aaron and Katelyn get married and they have kids and- to Aaron’s horror- the kids just adore Neil.

He is indesputably Favorite Uncle despite all of the Foxes doting on them as well and Aaron just has to fucking live with that I mean god save him but it would be hysterical

#aftg #neil josten #aaron minyard #andrew minyard

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chasedbywalt-whitman · 4 years ago

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Why, Hello,

I wrote the morning after the dreaded play, but from Todd’s POV. its short and needs work, but damn i was sad and needed an outlet. this has potential to become multichapter, so send me an ask if you like it!! Enjoy ;)

CONTENT WARNINGS: canonical angst, canonical character death, implied panic attack, language.

And All The World’s Beauty (Means Nothing When You’re Gone)

It had been Charlie to wake him up that morning. Sensations came to him in bits and pieces as he was slowly shaken from his slumber. The first thing he registered was the whispers- unmistakeably Charlie, but there was something else...

Sadness, he discovered, when he opened his eyes to see an uncharacteristically small Charlie kneeling next to his bed. The second thing he registered was the tears running down his friend’s face, almost unnoticeable had it not been for the slivers of moonlight reflecting on the dampness running down his cheeks.

As his eyes further adjusted to the dark, he noticed next the group of dark figures in the doorway. His friends, the poets. Only, something was off. Pitts was standing taller than usual, staring at a spot on the wall as if his life depended on it. Even from his bed, Todd saw him shaking. Leaning into him was Meeks, sans glasses and trembling hysterically. Todd realized he was sobbing. Knox was sitting on the floor. He looked as though he didn’t understand what was happening, and although the moonlight was hitting his face fully, his eyes remained dull and lifeless. Slumped on the other side of the doorframe was Cameron, biting his thumbnail like he was starving and trying to hide his shaky breaths and the tears on his face. Todd’s heart began beating far too quickly. Had they woken Neil up yet? What was going on? He looked across their dorm room and was met with an empty bed, and it all came flooding back. The play, Neil’s dad, the confession of love that had been buzzing on Todd’s lips as soon as Neil took the stage, God, he had looked so radiant, and the haunting image of Neil’s face as his father drove him away. Gone.

Only then did he realize that Charlie was trying to say something. Slowly, softly, speaking as though the words hurt physically to say, he released the words into the air.

“Neil’s... dead.”

It had to be a prank. Todd shook his head and fought back the panic threatening to crush his chest. Was Charlie still talking? He didn’t know. His ears were ringing and it was so loud, and why was Charlie pinning him down? He needed to get up and go find Neil and oh, Neil, why Neil, why did it have to be Neil... this can’t be happening Charlie let me go, let me go I have to find Neil, he’s hiding he’s HERE Charlie LET ME GO.. he’s fine he HAS TO BE FINE Charlie you don’t fucking understand he said.. he said he would take care of me.. And Charlie’s arms were around him and Meeks had collapsed in heaving sobs in the doorway and Cameron looked as if he were about to be sick and Neil was gone, holy fuck, he was really gone.

I... I l-loved him. I w- I was g-going to tell him at the play, bu-but his... his DAD, Charlie, his dad h-hates him...

I know, Todd, I know.

And then Cameron was there, rubbing Todd’s back and Charlie’s too, and Knox’s hand was holding his, and Pitts and Meeks were stroking his hair, and he could feel how much they loved him and cared about him, but it would never matter, because the only hands Todd ever wanted on him were Neil’s. And Neil Perry was dead.

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sapphireswimming · 3 years ago

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with a thousand pinpricks of distant light (a Gundam 00 fic)

Sentence-stories, with canon-typical violence and spoilers through the entire show (on ao3) (on ffn)

This chapter is based on prompts from @durinswizardwheezes and @hawk-in-a-tree

1. Soap

Katharon’s base is dusty, the finest granules of sand blowing into every crevice and fold of clothing, and no matter how often Saji washes with the sud-less bars of dingy soap the resistance group has managed to stock their base with, he can’t get his hands clean.

2. Exuviae

When Setsuna evolves, when he pushes, changes, screaming his desperate determination to the endless voice of space only for something to hearhim, he emerges from the split-second of change with gold-flecked eyes and something that cannot possibly be contained within the confines of the human body he doesn’t quite leave behind

3. Can

The first time Saji manages to pry out of his reclusive neighbor that he seems to subsist on nothing but non-descript takeout and slightly warmed-through cans of the few shelf-stable items he keeps in his all-but-empty cabinets, he stares in horror for a few moments too long – or they would have been, if he had been talking to anyone else – and frantically recalculates how to spread his weekly budget enough to cover another mouth.

4. Ephereal

Saji looks around wildly for the voice he’s just heard, the voice that he’d be sure belongs to Louise except for the fact that a moment ago, they were in the middle of space and now they’re – well, he stares around the shimmering clouds of ephemeral mist around him and thinks, with an hysterical laugh bubbling in the base of his throat, that Louise had said they’d meet again in space one day.

5. Headphones

Chris loved her bright pink noise-cancelling headphones – the same exact shade as Feldt’s hair, and she’d grabbed them the moment she caught sight of them on the shelves – but she still always keeps a pair of ear buds lying around, unwilling to get rid of the excuse to sit next to the friends she loves so dearly and hold out the other half of them in offering.

6. Torrential

The rain falls unrelentlessly from the dark grey sky and Kinue reaches forward with a shaking hand, strands of hair in her eyes and the grit of the cracked pavement embedded in her palms, and she hates the fact that one of her last thoughts is that she’s grateful for the rain – that if Saji does eventually see any pictures of this spot… later, then at least the rain will have washed away most of the blood pouring from her stomach before he can see how bad it really is.

7. Kettle

They’d always used one of the electric water heaters on board the Ptolemy – only the highest tech for Celestial Being, plus they couldn’t risk anything that could become a hazard if they had to abandon the mess hall at a moment’s notice – but one of Allelujah’s favorite things about life on Earth, life not lived halfway into a normal suit at all times, is the way their dented tea kettle steams and whistles every time he makes a pot of tea for him and Marie.

8. Necropolis

Their time on Earth is always precious, and their limited free time alone even more so, and every time he can justify the time away, Neil leaves the rest of the crew to climb into his rundown little beater and drives, then stares from his parking spot across the road at the memorial where a mall in Ireland once stood, the tall stone monument rising silently from the cobblestones as oblivious couples and families walk past it without so much as a glance.

9. Medicine

Louise had screamed – shrieked, with all the force of a tantrum that would have even made her mother cave, except her mother is gone, and her family is gone, and everyone is gone– but the nurse who tried to gently break the news to her that nothing could be done to regrow the arm that was also gone, the answer never changed, and eventually there was nothing to do but stop screaming.

10. Murmur

There are voices outside her cabin door, too indistinct to tell who they are, but Sumeragi is absolutely certain what they’re saying, because it’s all that’s been filling (roiling, churning, rasping) through her head since they limped back to Krung Thep and managed to get their few (too few, far too few, and it was all her fault) survivors into better pods – so she reaches for the closest bottle and tries to drown them out.

#gundam 00 #setsuna f. seiei #saji crossroad #louise halevy #durinswizardwheezes #hawk in a tree #gundam 00 spoilers #fanfiction #mine #ss

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