#shoot me why dontcha

[prismartist]

cellbit saying the reason he trusts jaiden 100% is because her correio elegante to him solidified her in his head as someone who would fight fervently for her loved ones and he trusts people like that rather than people who are nice to everyone all the time and im thinking about how similar they are in that regard a an.,. aa an d..............

[aquicksojourn]

once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

fractured glass

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

[daylighted]

on the outskirts of the good morning america! stage stand two men far too big for the aprons being tied around their waists. one has a cigarette in his teeth, the other has a joint, and neither look at each other. it’s already too much that they have them standing right next to each other to walk out together; why the hell would they push it?

“looks great, sweetheart,” ben says to the assistant adjusting the frilly deep red fabric around his waist, straightening the spelt letters on them. most wonderful. as if he needed any more fuel to the fire that was his ego.

cole got time of the year. they're supposed to go onto that stage, stand close enough for people to read their cheesy aprons as a full sentence, and present a united front. no, america, these guys do not hate each other — look, they're having the most wonderful time of the year.

who's idea was it to turn this sentence into matching aprons, anyways? ben got a compliment and cole got a time on a calendar.

cole scoffs. ben snorts. as much as he loathes to admit it ever, ben knew cole pretty well, tended to know where his head was at. "and don't you just look darlin'."

"fuck off."

one of the vought higher ups shoots him a stern look. "get it all out of your system before you walk onto that stage," she scolds, nearly a foot shorter than the both of them but with far more fire than either, "because you will not blow this for yourselves, or for vought."

"my reputation is not bankin' on a pussy little talk show about making sugar cookies, madison," her name was madison, apparently, and ben says it with enough conviction that cole thinks they've had conversations like this before, "and puttin' me out there to try and save his when i've had to save his ass many—"

"oh, piss off," cole scoffs again, stamping his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot. "i've been doing great on my own, this has nothing to do with..." he trails off when he catches madison's eye.

madison's smile hardens into something more sympathetic, like she really, truly, regrets to inform him of what's going to come out of her mouth. "smiling like a serial killer when asked to be gentler in your appearances is not 'doing great,' reaper. it's doing the bare minimum. badly."

ben takes the words as ammunition, loads them up in his throat and fires, with a twinkling grin. "you're the bare minimum and i'm the most wonderful. gonna frame this moment—" he holds his hands up together, and spreads them like he's displaying something other than his eye twitching attitude. "good morning america! — where cole found his true self in goddamn buttercream icing, of all things."

"oh my god." cole turns, grabbing a fistful of ben's frilly, sparkly apron and yanking him by it. "one of these days, someone's gonna knock you down a few pegs, and it's gonna stick. and when it happens, i'll be front row—"

a gentle hand touches cole's elbow, hesitantly. well, this is doing nothing for his rep at all. at least he fucked up the meticulously straightened words on ben's apron. the headset wearing girl who approached the both of them smiles just as forced as every single one of cole's. "you two are on in five."

★ ˚⋆

"now, you'd never be able to tell by lookin' at him, amy," ben starts, placing his hand on cole's shoulder for the thirteenth time in five minutes, "but reaper here loves sugar cookies. dontcha, reap?"

cole started counting at touch six. it's all a game to ben, and cole really, really hates his games. "yep. love 'em."

he should be giving more. but honestly, the only thing in his head is how desperately, how furiously, he wants to snap ben's wrist.

ben pats him on the shoulder again. fourteen. "tell the people how much you love 'em, don't be shy."

he was not being shy, he was being civil. "if you don't get your goddamn hands off of me, ben, i swear to god, i'm breaking every single one of your knuckles."

the soft gasps of the live audience, and the production team falling completely and utterly silent, is the sole indicator that his mic really is as sensitive as they warned him about, and he ignored.

"it's okay!" the host, amy, says quickly, her smile forced and so damn jolly for it being seven in the morning. "we'll... censor it."

that was the worst thing that anyone could have said to them.

the first batch of cookies was already done, pretend baked in the oven when it'd been sitting right in front of them under the counter the whole time, so when ben picked up the remaining ball of cookie dough and threw it at cole, everything fell apart rather quickly.

"did you just f*cking-" cole shoves his hand into the bag of flour, throwing the handful of powder at ben. "don't be a f***ing c*nt."

ben's cackling, white staining the entire front of his glittery red apron in splotches. "batter's up!" flour puffs in his face as cole throws another, dust dancing in front of his laughing expression. "get it? the g*ddamn batter's- well, it's down now, actually."

"shut the hell up."

"um, hey guys," amy says from behind them, flour all over her maroon long sleeve from being caught in the crossfire, "maybe we should... not do this."

they've never listened to anyone in their lives, but especially now, when they're stronger than anyone else in the universe.

"hey, he copped an attitude with me, sweetcheeks," ben says, snatching a cookie off of the tray in front of him, flinging it like a frisbee. "i'm just defending myself."

"well, maybe-"

"defending yourself? so you feel threatened... by flour," cole says, laughing incredulously. "oh! i know why. givin' you flashbacks, isn't it? looks a little too much like c*caine... poor baby."

ben's eyes flash. "watch your f*cking mouth."

"go on, soldier boy! tell the audience how much you love sugar cookies!" cole grabs another handful of flour, blowing it in a poof in front of ben's face. "all that white powder on top... g*ddamn, no wonder you wanted to do this show so badly!"

ben dips his hand into the red icing in front of him, slapping the wad across cole's cheek. the smack sound is so much more pronounced with the buttercream on his palm, and cole can't help it. as much as he wants to be angry, to maybe light the whole room up if it meant incinerating ben, he laughs heartily. "did you just f*cking slap me with buttercream?"

"alright," amy announces over the sound of cole's laughter, and ben's spluttering of it, too, through his defensive words. "i'll be back after this short commercial break."

behind the curtains, madison has her head in her hands. on the stage, ben's swiping his finger across cole's cheek and shoving the icing laden digit between his lips. "pretty damn good," he mumbles gruffly, a twitch of a hesitant smile on his mouth.

most wonderful time of the year indeed.

notes, oh u guys this was so so fun thank u to everyone who convinced me to write it PLSORDLSJ I <3 CHRISTMAS DRABBLES

tags, @jasvtsc @deanswidow @ultravi0lence14 @ostaramoon

[coffinwoodx]

“Just make sure you don't lose him. You'll not find another like him...” why don’t you just kill me instead, huh? kill me. stab me in the chest. shoot me in the head. drive a stake through my heart, why dontcha? cremate me, while you’re at it. i’d rather DIE.

[shukufuyu]

[A3! Backstage Translation] Tasuku Takato SSR — BE.MINE Ver.Tasuku (2/3)

Tasuku: I thought I should firmly clean it so as to not catch a cold, but It’s harder than I thought…

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Izumi: Your setting for the “BE.MINE” photoshoot has been decided! It’s “The boyfriend that wipes your head with a towel”

As for the setting—during a date…you got drenched when it suddenly rained…

Omi: I see. It was totally different from our speculations.

Tsuzuru: Right.

Muku: I think it’s such a wonderful situation that suits Tasuku perfectly well! Azami: Eh, Muku-san?

Muku: Ah, I’m sorry. I happened to overhear and joined the conversation…

Tasuku: All’s fine, but is this ‘wiping your head with a towel’ kind of setting really that good? 

Muku: Yes! This kind of scene where there's sudden rain during a date often appears in shoujo manga!

Muku: In a panic, they went home, and in the end the heroine and the boyfriend got drenched together.

Izumi: I also saw something similar in a drama. The heroine thought the date got ruined, so she felt bummed out.

The boyfriend who pretends to not care at all, asks “You okay?” while wiping the heroine’s hair that made her heart skip a beat.

Muku: Right! The gap between being drenched and being shown such a refreshing smile.

His toughness being shown through skinship…and such a gentle consideration. It’s definitely a setting that earns tons of heartbeat points.

Tasuku: So it’s somethin’ like that… I still don’t really get it, but it looks like I could use it as a reference for the photoshoot.

Citron: You can rely on Muku when it comes to understanding a girl’s heart! [1]

Omi: I also learnt from it, thanks.

Muku: Ehehe, you’re welcome. 

If you could use a reference, you can ask me to lend you a shoujo manga, Tasuku-san!

Citron: It looks fun, so I’ll help you practice~!

Tasuku: Yeah, I’ll ask you when I need help.

Tasuku: (Alright. I’m drenched in sweat after a practice as a guest appearance, let’s wash up, and refresh well…)

Hm? Is that Citron over there?

Citron: Tasuku, you came at the right time! I was thinking of going to your room after this.

Tasuku: Is there anythin’ you need…hey, dontcha think you should go wipe your head with that towel first?

Dry your hair properly after a shower, or else you’ll get cold.

Citron: I drenched my hair to help you out for the photoshoot! 

You may use me to practice for the photoshoot and clean off my hair!

Whether you can properly clean someone’s hair in a boyfriend-like way, I’ll give you a strict examination!

Tasuku: Ah right, you told me you’d help me practice.

(It’ll certainly could be a practice, so I’ll try it out)

Got it. Hand me over the towel.

Citron: Yes, think of me as a girlfriend and gently clean my hair.

Tasuku: …Is this fine?

Citron: You’re too crude, my head hurts~!

Tasuku, you’re a hopeless boyfriend!

Tasuku: I thought I should firmly clean it so as to not catch a cold, but It’s harder than I thought…

Kumon: Nii-chan, I’ll wash your back today!

Juza: Aight, thanks.

Citron: Kumon and Juza, you came at the right time!

I’ll have you two practice on me after you’re done!

Tasuku: Why are you so aggressive about havin’ me practice for my photoshoot…?

But, it is true that I need practice for the shoot. So when you guys finish, I’ll wipe off your hair too.

Juza: Whaddya mean practice…?

Kumon: Hmhm? What’s up?

Kumon: Sorry for the wait, Tasuku-san!

I just finished—!

Juza: Me too.

Tasuku: Alright, just as I explained earlier. To practice for my photoshoot, I’ll be wiping off your hair with a towel.

Kumon: Understood! Can ya start with me?

Tasuku: Yeah.

…How’s this?

Kumon: It’s kinda ticklish, you’re probably a lil too gentle?

I guess I’d prefer it if you’re a lil more stronger with it!

Tasuku: So it’s too gentle this time.

I guess I should be changing my approach, and try to suit the other person.

Citron: Not only that, you have to be considerate of their feelings!

Tasuku: Do I really have to do that?

It’s far deeper than I thought…

Citron: Come on, the next one is Juza!

Tasuku: (Hyodo and Hyodo Jr.’s preference might just be similar. This time, just a little stronger…)

How’s this? If there’s anythin’, don’t hold back and just ask.

Juza: Nah, it feels just nice.

Tasuku: Really?

Citron: You’re getting better little by little! Tasuku, you should keep up at this pace!

Sakuya: Hm? What’s everyone doing?

Citron: Tasuku, I’ll also leave Sakuya to you.

Tasuku: That’s what I was about to do.

Until I get the hang of it, I’ll clean everyone who gets here.

Sakuya: Eh?

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[1] the term 乙女 (otome, lit. maiden or an unmarried woman) is used by Citron here to describe Muku’s understanding of girls falling in love in shoujo manga.

[ashoss]

Did you ever watch Hamilton animatics?

shoot me in the fucking head why dontcha

[shallowseeker]

Pamela is not just a complex stand-in for Dean's desires in 14x10, she sometimes speaks for him. AS HIM.

When Sam & Cas get into the Michael illusions, Dean immediately handles the, uh. IPA beer.

Ahem.

He looks strangely shy here, busying his hands, having something to do, eyes downcast. He flicks his eyes up lightning-quick towards Cas, but only for a second.

///

He's acting a little...weird. Fidgety. Looking away-ey. Keeping busy-ey.

Enter Pamela, animated, coming right up to them.

At the beginning of the episode perhaps she represented the stand-in for Dean's not!partner, but now she's a stand-in for Dean's words and his emotions:

PAMELA: "Cas! Sam!"

TO SAM: I'm glad you're back safe. S'startin' to worry. (snap) Don't tell Dean.

TURNING, more flirtatiously towards Cas and with the SAME Dean-air of weird bashfulness:

PAMELA (becoming more breathless, more bashful and strange): He'll...(odd pause, steps closer)...(shakes her head weird) use it against me (giggling, touching Cas's left shoulder).

Dean is oddly unanimated in the BG, 'cause Pamela is moving in his stead.

What's she saying though? What's the coded message?

"Don't TELL (HIM). HE'LL USE IT AGAINST ME."

This is Dean, trying desperately to keep a wall of what he loves away from Michael. Dean's mind is steely, locked down, but he's fighting hard to keep his true feelings as locked down and he can make them.

(Perhaps he's even been successful hiding some of his feelings from Michael?)

NOTE: Pamela and Dean both have dishrags. Pamela: animated, Dean: unanimated. They're one-to-one here.

Next:

DEAN: Hey, what're you guys waitin' for?

Now that Pamela's "gone more neutral," Dean's the one who's animated. (And they'll trade back and forth for the rest of the scene.)

SAM: (frustrated) None of this is real. This bar, Pamela-- PAMELA: Scuse me? You've never met someone more real than me, Sam Winchester.

Dean going silent, pointing at her like it's her cue to talk.

CAS: You're just a complex manifestation of Dan's memories designed to distract him.

Pamela turns to DEAN, not reacting to Cas, but ...almost like she's...waiting on words. And Dean almost like he's...thinking of words to say for both of them.

The whole thing is easily interpreted as Dean simply considering Cas's words. But a more fun interpretation? Pamela talking FOR Dean.

His eyebrows do the jumpy thing they do when he thinks of something flirty and "wowza" to say, he opens his mouth and--

PAMELA (looking Cas up and down): You really know how to talk to a lady, dontcha? Cas seems a little taken aback.

///

Why Pamela? There's been so much made of Pamela.

Dean picks Pamela for his illusion because she's a psychic; that's comfortable to him

She's tied up with his first meeting of Cas and angels

Also: He's literally being possessed and suffering the effects of angelic possession. He's probably feeling guilty about Castiel's part in the whole system of possession and angel kills, making his brain reassess everything he know about Castiel.

//

Communicating with Pamela:

Dean doesn't have to tell her things.

She can read his mind and talk for him. She's a lampshade; she's even visualized near lampshades.

Her dialogue is contrived and odd because they're often Dean's words and emotions and worries, cloaked in the manner and style he remembers of Pamela.

Not only is Pamela safe/psychic/all-knowing, her manner of speaking is outlandish and "free," allowing Dean to direct that energy at...Cas.

///

And there are some other oddities in the scene I really like, too.

When they kill the vampires, Pamela is shooting the "drunk one" in the heart, where Dean had just been standing.

Then Dean beheads "raincoat vampire (name per script)," splattering both Sam's and Cas's necks with blood, as if they've been beheaded, too.

There's some hidden aggression here, I think, especially when paired with Michael's taunts, because although negative feelings don't paint a full picture, they're fleeting...and often a little bit true.

And sometimes, your family do feel like they're vampires, sucking all the life out of you. Sam is a burden, as children are, and they leave you. Cas is obligation and he does make mistakes, as spouses are and do.

Dean's understandably a little bitter about it all. He takes the bad with the good, sure. We all do. But AU Michael paints in black-and-white without nuance or 3D shape.

Pamela shooting the drunk vampire in the heart is a nod to that sometimes Dean's feelings go unverbalized as he sacrifices on behalf of others.

That's partially, I think, why his happy place isn't the kitchen or a library or whatever. It's not family or home-grown labor. (He loves laboring for his family, it’s a love language of his for sure, but this isn't about that. It's about escape.)

This is a small business that he owns and runs; he's sitting at a desk with paperwork!

He's a caretaker finally getting their own thing, even if it's floundering.

///

Back behind the counter with Dean, Pamela turns flirty again: "You guys got real messy on that ghoul hunt, huh?"

And Cas tries to set the record straight. It's not from a hunt. It's from the illusory loop.

Pamela and Dean get silly and ignore Cas and Sam.

SAM: Man, we were there together when she was blinded!

(angel noises)

[animanytotsllyinsany]

my favorite trope is when the main character and the other character are sitting and the other character suggests smt and the main character goes “I think I’d like that.” SHOOT ME IN THE HEART WHY DONTCHA

[radiosummons]

I ran out of arrows while exploring the Depths with Yunobo so I decided to teleport out of there to stock back up. I was not fucking expecting Yunobo to then turn to me with the saddest looking face and ask me why I was leaving him alone in literal Hell.

Just fucking take me out back and shoot me why dontcha, Nintendo!!!!

[capt-zjaybird]

"draw me to dare", I had said absentmindedly.

I meant dare me to draw something, cockblocked the art so I need some ghosts or mad max inspiration scenarios or poses. Shoot me down with ideas why dontcha

[backwards-blackbird]

Gotta go with my husband Amon for the ask game!

LET'S GOOO-

Sexuality Headcanon: On the spectrum of homosexual/demisexual

Gender Headcanon: He/him/his

A ship I have with said character: Lieumon (Amon/Lieutenant). Of course. ❤️

A BROTP I have with said character: Amon and Tarrlok. I want nothing more than these two to work out their shit and grab a drink together. Preferably not on a motor boat. (Although can't defend Amon taking away his bending - that was a douche move.)

A NOTP I have with said character: Amorra. I know a lot of people dig this one, and in all fairness, I understand why. But it doesn't jive with me personally.

A random headcanon: Amon has a quiet home life and is an avid reader. He and Lieu will frequently read two different books while entangled on the same settee.

General opinion on said character: Goodness gracious, I love Amon. There are things I have issues with in the finale - namely the strange lightening of his skin tone, his betrayal of Lieu (shoot me straight through the heart, why dontcha) and the fact that he was not legitimately scarred/didn't at least have a better failsafe for his facial situation? I think given his dark backstory, it wouldn't have been too far-fetched to have him deliberately scar himself for the sake of his image and cause. It would have been extremely fucked up and extremely in-character.

I like how Amon's motivations are at least somewhat justified. His extremism comes from his cruel upbringing and how bending pulled his family apart, not from some villainous thirst for power. I also think his character design is an absolute BANGER, his voice is sexy as hell, and he's by far the best villain the series had to offer. I would have loved to have seen so much more of him. ❤️

[vaguely-functional-directions]

I HUMBLY PRESENT:

PICTURE SHOW: I loved the contrast of Bonnie’s dream to be a Clara Bow-style It girl, and Clyde wanting to kill everyone lol. Bonnie wants fame and Clyde wants money, because neither of them grew up with that — so what I get from that is that they want all that they don’t have, the opposite life that they have as kids. I LOOOOVED the bit where young Clyde turned into adult Clyde before his sentencing, and he’s so disillusioned and thinks people will look up to him (which is also Bonnie’s dream). They both just want recognition, but Bonnie thinks that heroism is the way, and Clyde thinks infamy is the way to go.

THIS WORLD WILL REMEMBER ME: Clyde literally has the worst idols in the world. He’s got the worst possible way of being remembered — dude why. But he’s so nice to Bonnie and describing her future, awwww. The GROWL in “there’s no plan b” LORDDDD

YOU’RE GOING BACK TO JAIL: Christians omg. But why is Buck SO surprised that Blanche wants him to go back to jail?! He’s literally shocked like mate you’re an outlaw?! What did he expect lol. And I get her point that they’ll still be “in their prime” if he just turns himself in. God they’re so Southern. LOLLL THOSE WIVES REALLY DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT THEIR MEN ARE IN PRISON HAHAAA!! Oh wow Trish is cheating, interesting!! “Heavens to Betsy” LMAOOO. Blanche swears she’ll stay faithful; I wanna see if she does!! “Jesus close your eyes” LOSING ITTTTT

HOW BOUT A DANCE: I loveee the tune even at the very beginning lol. her voiceeee. I love the flirty tone to Bonnie, she is very Clara Bow!! The bit after “you look so handsome” OMG THE SWELL HOW GORGEOUS I LOVE THIS SONG. It has a vaguely Christmassy vibe for some reason? Maybe in her soft vibrato? I love the way her voice absolutely soars. God I hope she gets her dream, she’s so lovely. OH the key change on the last “and you may lose your heart” wowwww

WHEN I DRIVE: damn the intro bass line was sick. I love how well Jeremy’s voice work’s for Clyde. They’re such Texas men lol. I LOVE that chorus, it’s so rousing!! “Just hold your nerve” EXCUSE ME SIR DOES YOUR VOICE HAVE TO DO THAT?? they really do think they’re heroes, and it kinda makes me sad, because this should not be how they wanna live and wanna die.

GOD’S ARMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN: the church music my god. Not gonna lie, im just letting it wash over me and not focusing much, because it reminds me of mass as a kid haha and it’s a hymn so it’s got the same message. OH WOAH and then the dude started with the different kind of song and THATS COOL HUH!! I do like the chorus element to it, cause it’s not so churchy anymore but it’s got that bit of church-plus-theatre sound!! Love the drums and the call-and response at 2/3 of the way through. STOP SHOOTING AND STEALING SHIT. GOD AINT GONNA TAKE YOU BACK ANYMORE BUDDY. That amen was fun hahaha!!

YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN HIM: okay except she’s describing the exact life Bonnie wants? Does he think she wants to settle for marriage and children and a mediocre life when she’s very vocal about her dreams?? Dude shut up you’ll never love her like Clyde loves her oml be quiet.  Okay and bro is bribing her with his money and connections? What a dick. Oh but Clyde knowsssss that he’s the man for her. “there’s so many that could love you like I do” MAKE ME CRY WHY DONTCHA?? it has a very Wicked-esque ending tune 

YOU LOVE WHO YOU LOVE: omgggg how sweet is Bonnie about him?? I feel like this is the moment she realises that even though she tried to change Clyde in the past, she now accepts him as he is and he’s the only one for her, she’s realising that she’ll love him unconditionally forever. “Maybe thats what made you love him all along” okay sTOP making me sob???? She’s following her heart awww. Common sense doesn’t know what love is!!!! I think I love Bonnie’s songs the best :D

RAISE A LITTLE HELL: OOOHHH it’s starts so wild-west-bar vibe. Loooove the bluesy tang. “Crooked god” the WORDS woahhhh. I love the lyrics to this, and Jeremy’s voice is so perfectly suited to Clyde’s songs, it’s crazy. “Ive been broken by the devil … I wont get to heaven, why not raise a little hell” HE KNOWS WHERE HE STANDS AND IS SO FINE WITH IT. BROOOO THAT GUITARRRR. The second verse is so vibey!! His voice breaks make me feel faint lol. And baby you can raise all the hell you want, Bonnie’s always gonna be your piece of heaven *swoons* anyway I feel like hes about to do something dumb

THIS WORLD WILL REMEMBER US: oh god the title makes me KNOW hes about to do something dumb. Ohhh Clyde this is not the life you need babyyyy. FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU DONT WANT TO BE AL CAPONE. “Bye baby” took me OUT, and then the pace changeeeee!! Ohhh but Bonnie wants to stop the crime so she can be famous. “When Hollywood gets hold of you they’ll be saying ‘Clara who?’” HE’S SO SUPPORTIVE I LOVE HIM (even though he is the king of bad choices) :D I love their harmony in the last “remember us”, how bright and loud is it?? Woah

MADE IN AMERICA: this is kinda cool, actually. This guy gets lots of ensemble backup in his songs, huh? I do like the interesting portrayal of poverty though. And the strings are fabulous, as well as the slower bit that speeds up; I love it when songs do that!! 

TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW: run Bonnie runnnn girl!! Oh wait what’s he done?? OH HE SHOT PEOPLE. Ohhh my god Clyde is literally a silly silly dude, he has no regrets. I like that Bonnie says its not too late and Clyde says it is, it’s a nice contrast of their characters!! And the bit where Bonnie’s singing at the start of verse two with no instruments is musically very cool. I love how clean it is lol. “But I meant what I said” was HELLA COOL. Clyde begging for her smile, stooooppppp!!! Aww and he’s validating her emotions … but he’s also a criminal … and Bonnie wants to leave … but she loves him … ouuughhh the conflict … and then the agreement to stay together!! Bonnie why must you always listen to himmmm??? But the lyric about making the headline but not knowing how is a little funny haha

THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL A DREAM: you probably know this, but I’ve worked as a stage manager for years and one of my best friends is a lighting designer; this song gives so many amazing set/lighting/blocking opportunities. I hope the directors and teach team really took advantage of such an amazing song for the actual stage show, because it could look INCREDIBLE on stage!! I do really love the song too.

WHAT WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU: this also with the very cool onstage opportunities!! It has such a slow, jaunty beat and tune, and you can absolutely run with that sort of music. The choreography BETTER do this song justice!! I also LOVE the messaging, about having to reject your parents’ dreams and refuse to settle for less than the big, bright lives they want. “Babe, the meek don’t inherent a thing” GOT ME. BRO. And the chills I got when they actually sang “Bonnie and Clyde”, OH my god, that harmony, that belt, I LOVE THIS MUSICAL I NEED TO SEE IT LIVE

BONNIE: back to his country roots, lol. “I must be in love or else I’m going mad” and the LAUGH, SHOOT ME ALREADY!! ohhh and I love the callback to When I Drive, saying that driving used to make him feel alive but now Bonnie does *sobs* “my Bonnie” takes me out by the way. It’s kinda cute and sweet that he says “making love to” instead of something cruder or more vulgar, because his character seems so rough, and to change just that little bit when it comes to Bonnie is so symbolic

RAISE A LITTLE HELL (REPRISE): once again, absolutely wicked tune. Jeremy’s growling drawl is just amazing. But my dude they really just don’t learn, do they?? ALSO FUCK OFF, BONNIE LOVES CLYDE AND NOT YOUUUU. oh my god STOP. WITH. THE. AL. CAPONE. wooooaaahhhh the harmony on the last “let’s raise a little hell” is CRAZY, and the ending tune is such a theatre vibe!!

DYIN AINT SO BAD: why am I crying with just the first few lines? Her voice is so beautiful for this. This song has much more of a theatre-y feel than a lot of the others. “I hope to god that I go first” is soooo reallll. Aww god I love how devoted she is to Clyde, and how she’s resigned to the fact that no matter what happens, even if she doesn’t get that dream she’s always searched for, it’s worth it for him. “a short and loving life” *sobs* The swell of music for the second verse is lovely. “I’d rather breathe in life than dusty air” KILLED ME, I UNDERSTAND WHY IT’S YOUR BANNER, THAT ABSOLUTELY *SOARING* BELT FROM BONNIE?! WIFE?! and the way it softens after it … so beautiful. I think this song might be my favourite.

DYIN AINT SO BAD (REPRISE): “it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde” noooooo don’t say thatttttt!! But god is this version beautiful, and the soft harmony with “not if we both go together” killed me. I am dead, I have died. This is so sad because they’re romanticising this life, but it’s so upsetting what they’re actually dooming themselves to. Laura laughing sadly towards the end … god the stylistic choices are so well-fitting

HOW BOUT A DANCE (REPRISE): there are a lot of reprises in this musical. This is such set change music, lol, I hope the choreography was really swinging and suited to the tune. Damnnn girl really held that line, huh? Why is the last twenty seconds totally silent?

THIS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE: oh godddd I can’t believe this is the last song. “Some little time” that note had me on the FLOOR. I love the contrast between their voices here. Clyde’s rough and low, Bonnie’s sweet and high. “Don’t worry, let’s take it slow, babe” — the climbing of the notes was lovely!! “I told you being with you is enough” is the whole meaning of the show, and I’m so glad they actually said it *cries*. That last piano trill made me SO suddenly uncomfortable and anxious I have no idea why, but it was such a lovely song that the chaotic piano ending didn’t match right … does it purposefully put you at unease or is that just a me thing??

AAAAAAAAA

PICTURE SHOW: YES literally just the contrast between the 2 of them growing up, and I think it says a lot how they both grew up with big dreams. And the thing is too, is that the setting is both of them growing up poor in like small town Texas, so really both of them are just kids with big hopes for the future. And I love how it goes through the years with them growing up !!! AND NO LITERALLY that part where Clyde says 'I wanna be the guy kids up too' sticks out to me as well. Like. Clyde why are you like this 😭 AND ALSO, I think it says a lot about Clyde's character too with how he is like that with the guns and all because he thinks it's fun and enjoys it. Growing up poor, he very much *could* have been someone wo was doing robberies etc... to provide for his family, left with no other choice. But this song makes it very clear that that is Not The Case. And the contrast from the intro with their deaths right into young Bonnie's innocent song about wanting to be like Clara Bow is just. Perfection.

THIS WORLD WILL REMEMBER ME: "Clyde literally has the worst idols in the world." LMAO but *true*. I like how when he starts singing about Bonnie's future he's like. He just met her, but instantly sees the same drive and ambition in her that he has and I think that's part of what drew him to her, rather than him just forgetting about her after parting from that first meeting. Like, he sees a bit of himself in her, almost (?)

YOU’RE GOING BACK TO JAIL: THIS SONG IS SO FUNNY I LOVE IT. Like the women are like. 'Actually we *love* that our loser husbands are locked away what are you talking about' Personally, I'm a fan of 'thank you Jesus, twice' 😂

HOW BOUT A DANCE:I knowwwww this song is like. The centre of the show, with the way it is at the very beginning and end, and plays at the pivotal moments. And the instrumentals is so beautiful!!! You mentioned the flirty tone, so i will mention that she is actually singing this to clyde in the musical; like I forget the word for it but like, it's actually her singing to him, not just because it is a musical. Like. I fully believe this song is the moment ehen bonnie fell in love with, meaning that drom this point, everything that followed was inevitable. My poor heart 😭Personally, I prefer the version of this song with Frances Mayli McCann (I think you listened to the original?)

GOD’S ARMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN: No like I literally love how this song starts being all about forgiveness and church like, and then by the end it's just clyde commiting more crimes before getting arrested 😂😭

YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN HIM: YOU UNDERSTAND ME WITH THIS SONG. When did bonnie EVER say she wanted the things Ted is singing about??? That's right. *Never*. I guarantee I have at least 2 posts floating around this website where I fully rant about this. Like, it's so clear that Ted sees Bonnie as the idea of her that he has in his head, rather than the person who is actually in front of them. And I feel like it has to do with it being like the 1930s small town as well, that even if she is vocal about her dreams to go to hollywood, people would react with the attitude of like. She'll settle down once she gets married, and no one takes her seriously. But CLYDE took her seriously, and fully sees that side of her. While Ted just sees what he wants to see. And in the later song, he has the line 'all I want to do is save her' BUT SHE DOESN'T NEED SAVING, TED. YOU ARE NOT HER HERO IN THIS STORY. STOP.

YOU LOVE WHO YOU LOVE: I literally love this song so much, and there are so many nice lines in it, I feel like

RAISE A LITTLE HELL: LITERALLY, the lyrics here are so good, and through the whole thing you can just feel the desperation coming from him. Like he *literally* has nothing left to lose. But like, you're right that he's about to do something at the end lol because this song ends with him killing another prisoner who was abusing him

THIS WORLD WILL REMEMBER US: BUT HE *DOES* WANT TO BE AL CAPONE. BECASE THE WAY HE SEES IT, AL CAPONE IS NOT TRAPPED IN A DEAD END LIFE, AND HE TOO IS GOING TO MAKE SOMETHING OF HIMSELF. I *love,* the bye baby, see you soon sugar exchange between them right before he breaks out !! And he promises her they will stop the crimes but does he really believe that he will?? Are the empty promises?? Does he even *know* if he means it genuinely??? And the ENDING of the song... they are out there living their best lives and like. YES.

TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW: This one is so good !!!! I love how just in general, Bonnie is so sure of herself and what she thinks about things, standing her ground. But it really is because she loves him too much to leave and like. AAAAAAA. And YESSS there are so many things that are mentioned that eventually *do* come true but just not in the way intended it's so fun. Also, I am LIVING for your phrase 'Clyde is literally a silly silly dude' LMAO

THAT’S WHAT YOU CALL A DREAM: This song was never one of my favourites so it has not occupied too much brain space to how it was done onstage, but it has grown on me. Basically just from realizing it is a complete contrast to dying ain't so bad. Like how bonnie and Blanche have their own songs about how one wants a long, easy, normal life, and the other just wants to really live, and it's ok if it's just for a short while. And one thing that sticks out to me is that both songs mention a rocking chair, with Blanche saying she wants like the typical front porch setting for her and Buck while they grow old, and bonnie saying she doesn't need one at all. BUT ALSO, despite their differing personalities and views here, they still share the song You Love Who You Love with the exact same sentiment, of why they fell in love with such similar guys.

(Also, I didn't actually know that, that's so cool!)

WHAT WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU: YES to the whole thing about them saying they want different lives that their parents had, and the easy path that was set out for them. And also taking the setting into consideration, like 1930s depression era like. Honestly what else was there for them? What other choice did they have if they wanted to set out an achieve something other than their regular, mundane lives? And like in the song Made In America with the line Who can blame them, not their fault they turn to crime like. Yeah? But maybe their parents, in turn, wanted more when they were young too but just settled for what they got in life. But both bonnie and clyde completely rejecting that and saying that's not good enough for me???? You know????

I wonder if I am going to hit the character limit on this post again...

BONNIE: What I love most about this song, is the little bickering there is between them at the beginning with Bonnie interrupting his song. They are so cute <3. And I love how this is actually a callback to an earlier scene where Bonnie is reading a poem she wrote, and clyde keeps interrupting her, exact same as here but roles reversed. And I didn't know about that scene until I saw it live and when that happened I was like !!! because I knew this was coming up later and made the Connection in my mind lmao. Also, Clyde is supposed to be in the bathtub during this song which I think is really funny because just like. Why lmao

RAISE A LITTLE HELL (REPRISE): I LOVE the reprise here. Things are about to get INTENSE with Clyde and Buck paired up again. And then Ted just jumps in trying to be the sympathetic hero and like. Can you perhaps not. YEAHHH the ending note of the song is literally so powerful

DYIN AINT SO BAD: You literally said it all; this song is so tragic and beautiful. On one hand I completely get what she is saying with how she just wants to have really lived, but also knowing how she is so young but basically accepted her death is so sad. Like, she should be able to live and *still* have her whole life ahead of her. ALSO PLEASE KNOW THAT I'D RATHER BREATHE IN LIFE THAN DUSTY AIR IS ALSO MY PHONE'S LOCK SCREEN FOR LIKE 6 MONTHS NOW

DYIN AINT SO BAD (REPRISE): Like they literally know that they are dead at this point and are just on borrowed time like. How am I supposed to be ok?????? Literally when they both start singing together is just. 😭😭😭

HOW BOUT A DANCE (REPRISE): THIS INSTRUMENTAL IS WHEN THEY ARE GETTING INTO THE CAR ABOUT TO DRIVE AWAY TO SEE THEIR PARENTS, AND LOOPS RIGHT BACK TO THE FIRST MOMENT IN THE SHOW WHEN THEY ARE KILLED. IT'S SILENT BECAUSE. THEY DIED. THEY ARE LITERALLY DRIVING OFF TO THEIR DEATHS IN THIS SONG AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW IT. AND THEN THE SHOW JUST ENDS. AAAAAAAAAAAA (also side note about reprise because you mentioned, there is also a short one of you can do better than him before the dying ain't so bad reprise)

THIS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE: So I am actually not too familiar with this song because it is a bonus track, not actually in the show, so haven't listened to it too much. But yes literally the lyrics in these songs is just. Yes.

[haunted-calathea]

Owwww I rewatched I saw the TV glow now that I fully understand it and just OW??? SHOOT ME IN THE HEART NEXT TIME WHY DONTCHA??? IT WOULD PROBABLY HURT LESS!

[asterkiss]

Prompt: ‘I thought you loved me’

I’m in the mood for some angst ^_^

"I thought" prompt list Oh anon coming straight in with the juicy request... I like it. Afraid this took on a weird life of its own and didn't turn out as angst so much as just "wtf Bill".

- Not Even You

Mabel ran through the trees in the twilight, eyes wide and frantic as she allowed twigs and branches to scrape her skin without care. 

She had to find Dipper. She had to warn him!

The teenager was running so quickly, she barely saw the figure step out ahead of her in the darkness until it was almost too late. She gasped as she met his eyes, lurching to a stop so abrupt she stumbled over.

‘Well, well, well, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out this late?’ Bill teased, watching her playfully. ‘Dont’cha know this is when the monsters come out to play?’

Mabel let out short gasps of breath as she backed away, staring at him frantically. 'Why are you doing this?'

Bill blinked. 'What do ya mean?'

'You hurt my friends!' she yelled, face flushed and eyes shining with tears. 'You almost killed Grunkle Stan!' She sniffled, shoulders deflating as all energy left her. Eveything had been fine before tonight. And now it was all wrong and awful. She felt empty. 'I thought you loved me,' she whispered quietly, looking on him with imploring eyes. 'Why would you do this?'

Another slow and deliberate blink. 'I did those things because I love you, Shooting Star. Cm'on, dontcha get it? They were in our way.' There was no trace of sympathy in his expression, only annoyance that she didn't seem to understand him.

What had happened to the redeemed Bill? The one who forsake his earlier persona and demonself for her sake? Had the last six months been a lie?

'You're crazy,' she whispered, eyes wide as her heart broke. 'What do you- do you expect me to be okay with that? What the hell!?' She was screaming by the end of it. She felt distressed, she felt betrayed, she felt angry that she'd fallen in love with him only for this to happen! It would almost be better if he cackled in her face and announced he'd been tricking her all along but the fact he seemed to believe what he was doing was for her own good in his twisted love just felt worse.

Bill clicked his tongue.

‘Haven’t I said it before? I won’t let anybody get in the way of us being together, Shooting Star,’ he declared, gaze growing dark beyond human ability. He took another deliberate step towards her, and Mabel's eyes dropped to the shadow beneath his feet as it began to stretch out across the ground and creep in her direction.

‘Not even you.’

With those words of finality, the shadows leapt forward, lurching out of the ground like vines and grabbing her. Her yell echoed through the woods before it was abruptly cut off.

[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

Just shoot me in the head why dontcha. put me outta my fucking misery

[mxnkeydo]

so scarlet (it was maroon) ✧ sokeefe

✧ ship: Sophie x Keefe

✧ what to expect: it all went down went a book went soaring across the classroom but sophie never expects it to end the way it does. acrylic smeared on cheeks, pigment-stained clothes, and a whole keefe sencen later, maybe she never despised him as much as she thought she did.

✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor, sarcasm - enemies to lovers trope, human au, and a love triangle to torment you guys 😈

✧ word count: 1.77k

✧ warnings: fluffy moments. be prepared to scream.

✧ link to masterlist

✧ link to chapter five

✧ A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I really hope ya'll like it!

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CHAPTER SIX

“Hey.”

Fitz slid into the seat next to her with his tray of lunch, happily snacking on a waffle. Sophie couldn’t help it; she grinned, moving over to make room for him.

“Hey.” From afar, she felt herself getting hypnotized by his teal eyes. Sometimes it was like Fitz could see into her soul and look at her deepest desires.

“So, I was wondering.” Fitz fiddled with his fork. “Do you wanna go to the movies with me tonight?”

“Oh!” Sophie blushed, looking down. “Fitz, I’d love to, but–”

“She has a tutoring session with me.”

Keefe sat down beside Sophie, sharing a secretive smile. Yesterday’s events rewinded themselves in her head, and she chuckled aloud, nudging him with her elbow.

“Okay, is there something I’m missing here?” Fitz asked. In unison, Sophie and Keefe burst in laughter regardless of the weird looks they were getting.

“Imagine Kelly actually–”

“I still can’t–”

Fitz calmly waited for the laughter to pass, gently taking Sophie’s hand afterwards. “What happened?”

“We pranked someone yesterday,” Sophie explained. “It was hilarious, you should’ve been there. Oh! I forgot.” She gestured to Keefe. “Fitz, this is Keefe, he’s helping me with the art elective I’m taking. Keefe, this is Fitz, my boyfriend.”

Keefe’s smile faded. “Yeah, we’ve met.”

“You have?”

“Mhm.”

For some reason, both the boys avoided looking at one another. Fitz scooched closer to Sophie, and she leaned into his warmth.

“No PDA, guys!” Biana exclaimed (for the thousandth time) as she sat in the seat across from Sophie. Dex, Tam, and Linh made themselves comfortable in the remaining spots.“I don’t need to see my best friend and brother snogging in public.”

“Biana, who even says snogging anymore?”

“Me!”

“I agree with Biana, coming to school is torturous enough as it is.”

Keefe broke into a smile. “Hey! Bangs Boy!” Biana jerked her head up, eyes widening. Sophie suppressed a smile, remembering all the times Biana would talk about Keefe’s “gorgeous curls” and his “wonderful blue eyes’. Her best friend’s dreams were basically coming true.

But Tam looked at Keefe like he was so done with him already. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, though you could barely see them because of his bangs. “You. What are you doing here?”

“Just because you hate making new friends doesn’t mean I have to.” Keefe whispered in Sophie’s ear, “That’s my science partner. He’s a lil grumpy, dontcha think?”

“And that’s Keefe Sencen,” Sophie heard Biana whisper (more like yell) into Dex’s ear. He, in return, put on a fake smile and replied, “Yup. That’s him.” Poor guy, she thought. His efforts were never enough for Biana’s attention.

“One lunch. One, peaceful, quiet lunch is all I ask for,” Linh muttered under her breath. 

“Tell me about it,” Dex said in agreement, shooting wistful side glances at Biana while she devoured a chocolate chip cookie. Sophie looked around at her friends, then at Keefe.

“Are you okay? I know it’s a lot.”

Keefe shot her a smile, but instead of lightening his face up it made him seem more weary. 

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

***

Keefe was walking with Sophie to art when Fitz tapped him on the shoulder. “We need to talk,” he said.

“I’ll catch up with you in a minute, Foster,” Keefe called, then turned to face his ex-best friend. “What do you want, Fitz?”

“I want you to stop getting comfy with my girlfriend.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” Fitz crossed his arms, his chin lifted in defiance. “You think I can’t notice when you get all comfortable with her? There need to be boundaries; she has a boyfriend.”

“Okay, first of all, this is fucked up. You can’t tell her who she can or can’t be friends with.” Keefe emphasized the word so loudly, Bianca turned to look at them strangely before heading down the hallway with Linh.

“All I’m saying is she’s my girlfriend.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard you the first time.”

“Good.” Fitz opened his mouth like he was going to say something else - an apology, Keefe hoped, for the fallout they’d had over Alden, but he just closed it again and jogged the other way, his jacket fading to a black blur.

As much as Keefe grew to dislike him, Fitz was right. Sophie was happy with her relationship as it already was; he couldn’t just waltz in and demand Sophie’s heart when it already belonged to her boyfriend. No matter how much he hated it, he had to let them both be.

Ironic, isn’t it? His ex best friend and his crush. What a pair.

But for the moment, he shook his head and ran ahead to the head of blonde hair in the distance.

***

And so their sessions continued. Sophie slowly learned to draw, and Keefe kept a respectful distance from her as he taught her the basics of art. They eventually passed the strange-each-other stage, and soon they were actually really great friends, to Sophie’s surprise. She found herself knowing exactly when her tutor was nervous, when he was forcing a smile, and when his mind was completely elsewhere.

Which was why, when Keefe was in the middle of telling her all about perspective and shading, she interrupted him with her hand on his shoulder.

“What’s bothering you?” Sophie asked as she brushed the stray hair out of her eyes. She gazed at Keefe, who was fidgeting with his apron, noticing the cerulean paint streaks on his cheeks.

“Nothing. I’m tired, I guess.” Lips turning up gently, he picked up a paintbrush with his messy hands, covering it in pigment. Sophie didn’t budge. The slight crease between his eyebrows told her everything she needed to know. That, and subtle frown that would appear on his lips as he got lost in the purples and blues of his painting: a breathtaking sunset behind the tall grass of a prairie. 

“No, you’re not. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s ‘going on’, Foster,” he snapped. “I’m just exhausted. End of story.”

Sophie reared back, slapped by his words. She turned back to her own canvas, which wasn’t nearly as good as his, but a good effort nonetheless. They worked in silence for the next few minutes. Keefe seemed to finally notice she was hurt because he said, softer this time: “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out like that.”

“I know, it’s just—“ She sighed. “I wish you would tell me. Is it school? Is it your family? I’ve never seen you this worried.”

“It isn’t either of those things.”

“Then what?”

Keefe finally tore his eyes off the canvas before him, gazing at her with an intensity that bore holes through her skull. Instead of their usual hard shine, his irises were soft, reminding Sophie of how ice melts under heat. The way he looked at her alone had her cheeks turning pink. But no matter what, she didn’t break eye contact. Keefe had gone through a lot, as she’d come to know over the past month. She needed to know he was alright, and not having an internal mental breakdown.

“It’s about you.”

“Me? Did I do something?”

Sophie waited impatiently, expecting an answer, but instead Keefe stepped closer and pressed his pigmented finger against her nose. She felt the cold acrylic seep into her skin as she said,

“You didn’t.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause your nose is looking like an overripe blueberry right now.”

A silent staring contest began—and Sophie had to grudgingly admit she knew Keefe was going to win. So she dug three fingers into a container of green paint and smeared it all over Keefe’s face in squiggly lines.

“Oh, you’re so on!” Keefe slowly crept closer until Sophie could detect a hint of—was that cologne? He never wore cologne. It smelled somewhat spicy, but...also like vanilla? Whatever it was, it caught her completely off guard. Which gave Keefe just enough time to reach out and—

“Keefe!” Sophie yelped as he began to tickle her. She clawed at her neck but in turn he held her arms above her head, smirking villainously as his hands traveled to her stomach. She could do nothing but cackle and shriek as she wiggled under his touch. 

For the first time, Sophie glanced down, only to see that her magenta crew neck was soon stained with blue fingerprints. “Keefe, this is my favorite sweatshirt!” She whined. Lunging for the nearest two bottles of acrylic, she tackled him to the ground and dumped the yellow and pink paint all over him, from his perfect hair to the varsity jacket he wore. Keefe sputtered and coughed as Sophie laughed in glee above him, pinning him down with her knee against his chest.

Keefe couldn’t help but join her. They said to make a girl fall in love, you had to make her laugh. But every time she laughed, he was the one who fell in love, deeper and deeper each time.

You’re going to be the death of me, Sophie Foster. 

She was so close he could see her glistening lips, her perfectly-curled lashes, the flecks of gold in her irises so they shimmered in the fading daylight. There was only so much he could do to resist doing something that would jeopardize their friendship, so he tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, watching in satisfaction as her cheeks, once again, bloomed with a scarlet hue.

“Sophie,” he breathed in all seriousness. “We’re friends, right?”

“Of course,” she replied without hesitation. Those two words were so sincere that Keefe’s heartbeat automatically slowed down.

A silence came over them like a cloud, but it wasn’t awkward. In fact, Keefe sort of enjoyed it. He watched the way Sophie’s eyes flickered back and forth between his own; how her lips parted; the way she blinked innocently while she stared at him.

But as much as he would’ve liked to, they couldn't stay there forever. With a sharp inhale from Keefe, Sophie scrambled to her feet, offering him a hand. He took it, and looked into the mirror, gasping.

“My hair!” He exclaimed, trying to wipe the pink out of his hair, but he only spread it more. Sophie snorted, swatting his hand out of the way.

“C’mon, you can wash your precious hair in the bathroom. I’m not letting you get in my car with all that paint on you.”

“Whose fault in the first place?”

“Yours, because you started it.” Sophie gestured to the bathroom, smiling uncontrollably. It lit her face like a lightbulb. “What are you waiting for? Go clean up, Sencen.”