#pete repeat

[haystarlight]

2, 3

Is there a ship you didn’t like at first but ultimately started shipping?

Sasha and Marcy

At first I didn't ship them because they hadn't spent any meaningful time together but, after the finale, I fell in love with them.

What is the rarest rare pair (that you ship)?

I kinda ship Hollyhock and Pete Repeat (Bojack Horseman) because of that one scene where she has a panic attack and he helps her. It was sweet.

[pan-fried-autism]

People on this one Bojack horseman video I was watching were like “ugh Pete repeat was painting what Bojack did to his friends in a slightly more exaggerated negative light and saying it wasn’t they’re fault ag all. I can’t believe he’d do that it just goes to show that there’s gray in all situation and not just black and white”

uh. guys. I don’t know how to tell you this but. I don’t think that’s supposed to be the main focus of this scene. like idk about you but I’m not sure that a guy telling a girl about how an older adult man took his teenage friends and him to prom and then gave them borderline unsupervised access to strong alcohol (after telling them the alcohol they DID bring was weak shit) and then said unsupervised access nearly caused a teenage girl to die of alcohol poisoning, to which the adult man coerced him into lying about what happened and then getting a couple facts kinda wrong about the story TWO YEARS after the fact — which supposedly proves that the situation was gray on both sides — is what we’re reeeaaally meant to reflect on. like. you do remember what else Bojack did that night right. the shit Pete didn’t know about at all. you know right

[thoughtswordsaction]

Los Angeles Post-Punk Collective Pete Repeat Released Debut Album "Time Ruins Everything"

Photo courtesy of the band. Los Angeles’ fiery new post-punk band PETE REPEAT has released their eagerly awaited, debut album, Time Ruins Everything, with WITHYN Records. Formed by punk rock aficionado Oren Cohen as a vessel for frustration during the pandemic, PETE REPEAT creates timeless post-punk that recalls the classic music of bands like Joy Division, Gang of Four and The Pixies with an…

[yourlocalabomination]

“The spankoffski bros are played by the same actor, they both can’t be on stage at the same time!”

Wrong. Joey has two hands.

May I present the superior solution:

[kirk]

WE ARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK WE ARE

[toalltheangels]

I found peace on his words, does that make sense?

[silvernyxa]

HOT TO GO !!!

[copper-ice-cube]

Main D20 Seasons Ultimate Ranking: part 5

(Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI)

[thelightwillbreakthrough]

is this anything bc it fully will not leave me alone

[polar-equinoxx]

they are so tv girl coded….

[stromer]

oh!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thekidsare-not-alright]

trans ally patrick stump "fall out person" real

[wigglys-dikrats]

unrealistic part of npmd:

pete answering a call from a number he doesn’t recognise

[tumsa]

But one day you would show me you And that's all I knew

(vegaspete + angel by river styx)

[yujeong]

The metal slides on his brittle skin like butter. The smell of foam almost conceals the disinfectant poisoning his nose, but not much. It stays there, it lingers; sometimes, Vegas feels as if it'll follow him over to the next life.

At least, Pete's delicate maneuvering of his head brings him some sense of comfort. Everything of Pete does: his body heat, his breath, his focus, his movements, careful not to hurt him. As if that could be possible now.

The stubble on his chin is stubborn. Pete's eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he's swinging the blade again and again on the sensitive flesh. He's not using much force, which is half the problem.

The sound it makes is rhythmic and yet, not calming. Irritation is eating away at Vegas, waiting for something that won't come. Not unless...

Pete tilts Vegas' head upwards and starts working on his throat.

That's it, Vegas thinks. He says it, too.

"You could do it, you know."

His words are vague, the meaning behind them not lost on Pete, however, who stops for a second too long before continuing.

"It'd be so easy," Vegas presses on, as always, testing the limits of what he can say. What Pete wants to hear. "A swift movement of the hand and I'd be gone."

Pete seems unperturbed by Vegas' suggestion, or at least that would be the case if Vegas couldn't feel the effect of it on Pete's hand, trembling as its holding his head.

"Come on, Pete. Wouldn't it make your life better than being stuck here with me? Wouldn't it make it easier?"

"If you don't stop talking right now, I'm going to leave you half-shaven and with foam all over your face," Pete informs him, his eyes still stuck on Vegas' throat, working on removing every piece of hair stuck in there.

Vegas doesn't talk back. There's bile stuck on his throat, too, but Pete can't see it, can't remove it with his hands.

He bets it'd hurt if Pete tried. He wants him to, but doesn't say anything.

Vegas sits still and waits for Pete to finish.

He contemplates what would happen if he moved as Pete is shaving the area below the chin. He imagines it; he pictures the blood on Pete's face and on his clothes. Pete has always looked good with a little blood on him.

He could make it seem accidental. He's done it before. It wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it'd cause damage and that's what's mportant.

Vegas wears his suffering like a second skin. He's used to it. He's not used to this: Pete being here, taking care of him. Pete not taking the chance to put him out of both their miseries.

Perhaps this is another kind of suffering. He holds on to that thought as Pete finishes his job and cleans him up.

It soothes him, in a way. It makes this easier.

[mourningcape]