#tee hee its 3 in the morning

[rachi-roo]

FUCK-! Ow... Ow shit... I tripped... Hm? *Order placed* OH NO! I accidentally ordered a Sukuna and Ban figure on the Crunchyroll sale! Clumsy me~ 🤭

[r3therat]

Just finished episode one of bsd.

Yall are not safe.

(I wanna draw Dazai now)

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 2

Right so... this is longer than i intended and more detailed than intended, i humbly ask for your forgiveness for this reading more like a fanfic one-shot 😭 Theres just so much you can do with this idea and i wanted to do the SF brothers justice, this is less anti-harem centric and more daily life of MC centric so do what you will with it - id love to hear some thoughts on this though, im genuinely considering writing a full blown fic abt this prompt and writing out ideas here helps convince me. Also watch me turn SF Sans into a closeted fangirl in real-time bc i CAN and i WISH TO and i WILL... tee hee 😍 HT for next part maybe? idk hdafejkkl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Months passed since the new recruit arrived, and you had spent most of those months avoiding the household all together, not that any of them were in any hurry to seek you out. Actually - apart from passing glares and avoidant glances the skeletons had seemed to avoid you all together now, and it didn't take you long to realize that it was the newbies doing. It seems the brothers had already begun to switch all their official mage dealings with the newbie, and you overheard them one night speaking of how nice it'll be once you were gone. It hit you hard, the unbridled JOY that came from those words. The first smile in months had graced your expression, this annoying assignment would be done soon, and you didn't even have to look for a replacement. Of course there was a technical issue there, the recruit was weak, you doubted they could handle the responsibility, but you'd be damned if you had to be reassigned to the brothers again due to their own poor judgement. You set up barrier upon barrier on the furthest borders of the property, weaving old and powerful magic unseen by the untrained eye, as invisible as a spider thread in the deep dark of night.

The day came sooner than anticipated, a sunny morning wrapped in late spring dew when an official courier brought you the sealed reassignment papers, you wasted very little time. There were no goodbyes, nobody to see you off, no see you laters. You just packed your bags and left, deciding to celebrate your release from this mock hell with a feast of your own making. 

Days passed easily after that, your new assignment had been similar in that you were still expected to deal with monsterkind. As the official top ranking mage you were expected to oversee the immigration process of the newer species - finding them homes and determining the new borders, on paper that is - in actuality you were there in case it all went to shit. You were there to evaluate how big of a threat these newcomers were, and if all of it went down the drain, expectation fell to you to play both judge and executioner. It was all a terrible diplomatic hassle, endless meetings with diplomats and officials from both sides, meetings with the kings and queens, correspondence between the Archmage and the people on the ground, endless evaluations and negotiations. Where they lived, were they safe, were they able to integrate, political and financial concerns, provisions and temporary shelters were now your everyday cause for headache. It was there you met a pair of somewhat similar faces.

 Black and Mutt were skeletons, and that fact had not given you the best first impression - unbecoming of you perhaps, to judge a book by its cover, but months of threats and insults could change even the most unbiased of people. The two were a tad different from the others however, something you found curious if not a bit strange, they were… respectful, if not a bit stiff. Charged as part of the Royal Guard - they worked closely with the rulers of Mtt. Ebbot, so you saw them often escorting officials to and from meetings. You had no reason to approach them, coming from the other side as you were, you technically outranked them quite a bit in the merging hierarchy, but it was one stormy night that made you all grow quite a bit closer in an alarmingly short period of time.

A pack of fiends had snuck their way into one of the lesser guarded shelters outside of Mtt. Ebbott, cunning creatures that fed off of magic. They were hardly a threat alone, even an apprentice mage could take on two by themself - unfortunately due to that fact they tended to gather in numbers, the recorded largest amount was around forty if you remembered right, this however, this was beyond your imagination.

You should have predicted it,it was your miss, your meager miscalculation, of course they would be drawn here, a cave sealed off for centuries, brewing magic for centuries, a breeding ground for anything magic, broken for the first time in centuries. You responded quickly, but by the time you got there it was already chaos, the loud thrum of magic permeated the air and both monsters and humans were rushed off of the scene, the ground was bloodied, a sign that you were already late. You assessed the scene as you rushed past the terrified civilians, you would need to clean it up quickly. 

The resisting force had taken damage but they were holding, human and monster guards stationed at the furthest gate fighting off the onslaught of fangs and burning eyes. You took notice of the two skeletons fighting beyond the gate, they worked well together, soldiers of significant skill - you sped past them, an order to pull back immediately flew past your lips and you moved further into the swarm, Black had called after you but you tuned it out, as daunting as the situation seemed it was still below your paygrade.

It was a single spell, a light that lit up the sky, a deafening bang that rattled the ground and the job was done. Your hands stung from the forced speed of the cast, but you remained unscathed as you stood among the scattered ashes, burning flesh permeated the air. You sighed, the ever present mountain of paperwork on your desk was bound to double in size.

It was all damage control after that, rushed orders to your subordinates and rebinding of the barriers, but when you stepped past the gate once again to scout out the surrounding for any remaining threats is when the two skeleton guards approached you, they demanded to go with you- well the shorter one did anyway, it made your brows raise - there weren't many people left in the world that demanded things from you. You looked them both over, amusement in your eyes, and agreed, a challenge to keep up on your tongue.

After that things had slightly shifted, the skeletons greeted you upon meeting, saluted you upon leaving, you began to notice more monsters approach you with official papers or directives, it was an odd thing, mainly because you reflected on how joined it seemed all of a sudden. Before the attack you were mostly responsible for the human mages and soldiers on base, now it seemed your responsibilities grew their own legs and danced around the monsters as well. You saw more of the skeletons, Black in particular seemed curious, even though he never admitted it or outwardly showed it, it was subtle but you noticed, he often joined you for your nightly rounds even when not required to, it was a bit awkward at first, silent patrolling of the grounds, you had nothing to really speak about, and it seemed neither did he. You could not for the life of you figure out why he took such a sudden interest in your company but you also were curious how long he would keep it up, besides, having him accompany you seemed to put the other monsters at ease.It was on one of those rounds when you finally addressed him, he seemed surprised that you had, shoulders stiff, back straight as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don't you have more important things to do?” You asked, the question seemed harsh, but its harshness dissipated by the lightness of your tone, echoed by the stone hall in the moonlit night. He had opened his mouth but it was a moment before he responded, seemingly not expecting conversation, he turned away clearing his throat as he set himself to rights.

“OF COURSE NOT, THE SECURITY OF THESE GROUNDS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. CONSIDERING THE DISASTER FROM TWO WEEKS AGO ITS MORE EFFICIENT TO DO IT MYSELF.” 

You hummed, continuing to walk, listening to the sharp sound of his footfalls a step behind you.

“Would it not be better to split up then?” You asked, your tone still light, your eyes observing him with a knowing glint.

“W-WELL YES, BUT FOUR EYES ARE BETTER THAN ONE, AND IT WILL SAVE TIME IF WE DO SPOT SOMETHING AND NEED A MESSENGER.”

And your guess proved right, his reasoning was weak at best, there was no need for both of you to do rounds together - you could clock a threat miles away even in the pitch black, and you knew for a fact that Black could handle himself well enough, and yet he seemed to want to be in your shadow all the same, you chuckled, but did not voice your thoughts. 

Your relationship seemed to steadily improve after that, every now and again you would walk the shelter grounds together, and every now and again you'd exchange conversation albeit a short one, but it beat the awkward silence that was there in the beginning.

Mutt was different, he didn't seem to hold as much intrigue towards you as his brother, he was more so there by default as he seemed to almost always stay by his brother's side, in fact the only time you saw either of them apart was when Black joined you in securing the premises. The taller brother was an enigma, you had not heard him speak once since your assignment, a part of you wondered if he even could. But he didn't seem outwardly volatile either, more so apathetic towards the goings on around him. That opinion switched one busy day where a scheduling error had made the three of you take an overnight shift guarding a group of pompous diplomats. It was a nightmare, twelve straight hours of listening to empty boasts and endless rants about the economy, even you had begun to space out, this was probably worse than those month long scouting missions in Siberia you were forced into back in training.

 You noticed the brothers were reaching their limit as well, you worried Black would leave indents in his skull with the force he was gritting his teeth and you were sure Mutt was half asleep as he wobbled on his feet, skull falling every odd minute or so. 

It was a couple hours later when you found out you were scheduled for two more babysitting sessions except they were both at the same time, and both had human and monster envoys, Black seemed to mirror your frustration as you checked and rechecked the schedule. 

One way or another you had organized a lower ranking mage qualified for escort duty to take your place for one of them, and Black had given his brother the order to attend the same one as you as he himself took the other, rushed words of “IT’LL BE QUICKER IF EACH OF US TAKES ONE.” after which you parted, the vote of confidence made you chuckle.

It was another four hours when you wondered if Mutt had passed away standing on his feet, he hadnt moved in a good hour or two, and skeletons didn't need to breathe so he remained deathly still. He stood behind the officials chair like a statue carved from marble, quite an unsettling sight considering the early hours of the morning and the sharp looming shadows casting off of him. The human envoys seemed to agree with you, considering the nervous glances being cast his way amidst the conversation, and you couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the frustrations of your job but you decided to hurry the meeting along with a mischievous play of magic, lest you join Mutt in his nap. A moving shadow here, the caw of a crow there and what do you know, suddenly all business has been magically taken care of.

You had woken the looming skeleton with the good news and watched as he attempted to stifle a yawn, he had checked his phone and noted that his brother had not been graced with the same fortune as you. You had asked if he would wait - a nod, you offered your office - a moment of silence, but after a while, another nod.

It was another hour at your desk, finishing up some paperwork when you heard gentle snoring on your office couch, a comfy thing that had served you many times for a bed in the days where your job kept you from home, the sound made you blink slowly to the skeleton that occupied it.

Your own exhaustion made you zone out in thought, the sight had an enviable peacefulness to it, it's perhaps why you didn't notice the phone that fell with a quiet thump out of Mutts pocket. It vibrated, once, twice, then for a third time, screen lighting up repeatedly. You rose from your seat, bones popping as you sighed and made your way over, if it was Black then it was probably asking where Mutt was, you should wake him.

Is what you thought anyway, what ended up happening was you being trapped in an iron grip stuck to a dead asleep skeleton. It happened so quickly and out of nowhere that you didn't even have time to process it, the long hours awake didn't help either. One second you're reaching for his shoulder and the next you're halfway on top of said skeleton, limbs wound around limbs. You blanked, what even was this situation, you never took Mutt for a cuddler, his grip is crushing, impressive for someone with no muscle, wait hold on.

You attempted to pull away, but the answering growl and tightening hold let you know that the skeleton didn't agree with that choice of options, subconsciously or not. Waking him up seemed a thing that you should do, but the option flew right out of the door once you thought about how this would all register with him once he woke up, it was embarrassing really. You attempted once again to move off of him but he turned, and dragged you along with him further into the couch. Ah, you had made it worse. Couch cushions pressed in your back and a very large and a very asleep skeleton pressing you into his ribcage, it seems he intended to keep you for a body pillow, now what.

The door slammed open and you blanked once again, this was a nightmare, you prayed it wasn't some disgruntled diplomat come to complain to you about something. You attempted to lift your head to see but the grip on you made your back pop and you groaned, breath knocked out of you.

“MUTT! WHAT IN TORIEL'S NAME ARE YOU DOING GET OFF THIS INSTANT!! NOW YOU DOG! OFF!” The yelling was familiar and for a second you felt relief, and then dread all over again as vertigo hit you. In his panic he had rolled, rolled right off the couch and onto the cold hard ground and had taken you with him. You groaned again as you attempted to get your bearings, lifting your gaze only to be met with bright purple, you blinked and watched as slowly but surely confusion turned into realization and then straight into horror, the brightness of the flush on Mutt’s face was there for half a second before he was gone, disappearing into thin air. 

It took you a while to process the whole thing , even longer to reassure Black that it was an accident on his brother's part and that you were partly to blame for the situation as well. By the end of it all it was safe to say that you were exhausted, so you had locked up and went home, it was the morning after that you noticed that the lanky skeletons phone was still innocently laid on your carpet. You snorted, wondering whether or not the silent guard dog would come knocking on your door before late, or if it would be his ever principled brother in his stead.

[gooberthed]

hello gooberdead . i would like to know one (1) noisette hc you have... please <3

I can do you several better my dearest robyn!!!!!!!!! here r my noisette headcanons …. tee hee

- Noisette is french (EWWW) this hc got picked up by an ask blog and I always thought her voice would be sooo funny highpitched eith a dumb accent i love noisette!!!!!!!!!

- She’s besties with literally everyone in the tower! theres nobody she hasn’t friended or got to know. Whether is painting and stretching her creative muscle with Pepperman, learning how to sharpshoot with Vigilante, bombarding Noise with hugs and kisses while she tries to film commercials and even help Fake Peppino make the perfect pizza. Or being the counterweight to Pizzahead’s terrible and irrational decision making, she’s doin it all with a cute little smile.

- To everyone’s dismay, she loves to bake and cook, even if her food is terrible and gross and gives people turbo diarrhea. but once in a blue moon she makes amazing baked treats.

- She carries around her huge ass hammer within her hammerspace, mainly to protect herself if any fools try to make trouble! Especially in her cafe!!!

- She doesn’t have very good social cues, and she tends to infodump a lot! especially about Noise or new recipes she’s thinking of trying… Vigi doesn’t mind this at all when he gets his morning coffee, he thinks its mighty sweet

- Y’know that one background in Fastfood Saloon where Noisette was playing cards with Pizzaface? Yeah. She was winning, Usually she says she’s just kinda guessing while they play but she’s secretly a god at cards.

- Noisette’s favorite outfit is her in her usual pink overalls, its a huge comfort for her as she loves flowy and light clothes.

- Noisette is very sensitive to loud or repeating noises, stuff like metal pans clanging or thunder. But also glass wiping, pen clicking or chairs squeaking. It puts her on edge and irritated, one part from the autism and one from her highly sensitive bunny ears…

[megaloldon]

2 and 10 for scollace if you haven't answered those already

YES HA HA HA.... YES!

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

both of them I think but Wallace moreso. like he's pretty good at keeping a poker face unless u get your paws on his thighs (dangerous. U will get got) or his biceps/underside of his arms/inner elbows. no one knows this about him. for Scott I think it's more like he's just mad ticklish everywhere. I think like his upper back/shoulder blades are the Strangest ones

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

scott definitely does but its moreso like. He's bored and lonely and has a (VERY REPRESSED) crush on his best friend/roommate/guy who pays his bills and tucks him in when he's drunk (rare) so he likes to be a pest to him sometimes. especially in the morning. he gets cold so easy and will latch onto Wallace and be like auuhh nooo aha quit your job im cold :3 (<- using being cold as an excuse for it to be totally not gay for him to want to be held by his boy best friend) and well. It's one way for Wallace to pry him off and get to work. (not the only way but his favorite)

also he's just kind of a shit without even trying like dudes always taking TV remotes and taking blankets etc and refusing to just. Let Go of them. Of course he knows where this will lead (Wallace Getting his ass) but he doesn't care (or maybe it's kind of nice. Not that he'd admit that. or analyze why he gets kind of happy when Wallace is so touchy w him. Tee hee)

[jupejumble]

uuuuummmmm tee hee hellllloooooo ^^ imn very unwell about ur art 10/10 I do love to nibble on you're speedingbullet stuff for sure if its not a hassle could a lil doodle we have ? if not thats fair and real !!!!! tee hee have a worender day :3 !!!!!!

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY ART :DDD,, AND!! tomorrow morning you shall receive the sniper scout >:}}}

[surveillance-0011]

oh geez uh uh any w-3 headcannons????

Yes many tee hee.

Most of these r new/havent said before but I will repeat some for sake of not having to rummage thru tags. ANd the ones rotting in my drafts. Sorry for length i am. not normal about these fish

DJ (they/he?) is nicknamed Faith, and with the og japanese name this nickname would be Chu(ji)

Timpanist (he/it) is nicknamed Val, jpnese version would be Oo(shiki) or just Midori bc that's a bit more presentable name

The Cellist (they/she/he). Uh. I don't have a set nickname for them I usually just call them The Cellist/ cellisake I think they'd be okay with being referred to as that too. I've also called them Algin even tho that's technically not who they are... I've seen Blade as a nickname for them but something like Jr or Kid in reference to the whole "First Child" thing could work. Idk I'm indecisive ig they have a lot of nicknames

They are all ND

The Cellist and Faith started the band and Val joined soon after. Perhaps it makes more sense for it to be the other way around but I feel like with the Cellist being stubborn and more out there with their ideas that they'd initially forgo a more traditional instrument until they realized something was missing.

Val and Faith live together. The Cellist lives alone, maybe nextdoor w/ a lil pulley system between the two houses. Houses made during the Salmon Run are not really meant to be long term so this was meant to be a temporary arrangement to streamline their work but as you can see it's been some time.

Faith finds this nice, they were pretty much homeless and just couch surfing pre omega 3 and ended up moving in w/ one of them in their permanent ocean residences and they decided for the Salmon Run to keep a similar idea

Faith likes a lot of urban, cool culture. Streetwear, graffiti, hip hop and break-dancing... etc etc. They're also very tech savvy. Preferred genres r edm/techno, rap +rnb and punk...

Val enjoys an active lifestyle. Into travel, camping, fishing and more outdoorsy things, working hard, eating well, taking part in festivities and trying to give back to the community when he's not too caught up in his own stuff. Likes traditional salmonid music a lot but also pretty big on grunge and nu-metal

The Cellist likes reading and interacting with art that is like. "good enough" for him. Most of it is confusing or dreary. Likes coffee in the morning and maybe a small glass of scotch on a lonely evening. And being right. As for genres he'll go for whatever he thinks is groundbreaking in specific songs mostly regardless of genre.. but I feel he'd like rock. Probably post punk and more experimental stuff? Maybe folk and some classical music... idk idk!!! If anything it's mostly stuff like Trout Mask Replica...

The Cellist does however claim to not like pop music. This is usually not a lie but. She does actually like some of the Squid Sister's songs maybe even some stuff from OTH or C-Side. She would rather die than admit this.

I do feel like if any of them had to choose a favorite band of the ones we know DJ would choose Dedf1sh or Sashimori maybe C side.. Val would go for bottom feeders and Cellist would say uhh ink theory may be.. it’s good jazz music

Also uh Splatfest teams!

Faith: Scissors, Grub or Fun, Grass, Sweet, Milk Chocolate, Aliens, Gano- Power. and Vanilla!

Val: Rock, Gear, Fire, Spicy, Dark Chocolate, Nessie, Courage, Strawberry

Cellist: Paper, Grub, Water, Sour, White? or Dark. Bigfoot, Wisdom, Mint ChocoChip

They have all physically fought on multiple occasions. There's been at least one near breakup too

The Cellist's dorsal/hair fin is greying, their coloration is also a bit warmer than other salmonids

Val is not completely blind it its injured eye but its vision is fucked. It's also sensitive to light and sensation which is a major reason for the eye patch

They all respect each other as musicians and people and deep down they all care but they really do argue a lot. They're not really people who blend well together at all. DJ rebels against all that is mainstream and all they don't like and even stuff they're more neutral on for the hell of it. They kindof think they're cool for being a jackass but theyve also just become very callous bc they didnt have a choice when they were younger... and they kind of feel like they're still on the defense. Esp since the other two are more experienced and older and tend to treat him like a kid sometimes esp the cellist...

Val means well but he often struggles to take others into account. He's very goal oriented, a one-way track sort of guy who often acts more than a little clueless or even selfish. Not as petty or stubborn as the Cellist but he's got a lot of inertia. That and he's just... kind of shit at socializing in ways that don't piss other people off. Says a lot of accidentally insensitive stuff too. Comes off pretty intense to some as well!! And the Cellist. Well. Stubborn, emotionally repressed, physically and verbally clumsy... they are also a very sensitive person with a lot of emotional empathy where they kind of sponge up whatever vibe they feel, but they don't quite have the ability to act on what they think would make things right!

So yeah they fight a lot between these clashing personalities that bring out the worst in each other and other creative differences. The stress of the job adds to it!

Faith has an older sister. Val has two older brothers and many younger siblings. The Cellist is an only child which is uncommon in salmonid society

Faith is a Goldie, at least partially so. Val is a cohock from a family of steelheads and Big Shots and is extra durable bc of this. The Cellist is a Maws or meant to be one... he either did not complete training or retired due to his clumsiness...

All of them have healthy appetites esp Val and the Cellist

Val and the Cellist have both been in different bands before. Val was in a rock band that only lasted a summer when he was like 17-18 and then was part of a traditional salmonid music ensemble for a couple years before ω-3

As for the Cellist they’ve been through a couple different musical groups. They left most due to creative differences and not getting along with band mates.

This is the DJ’s first like. Band. Before this they just did solo gigs and posted stuff online

[emetkoto]

GN EMETKOTO!!!!! im sorry ive been neglecting emetkotoposting over here but i just feel like nobody sees my posts anyway really so ive been putting most of my energy into annoying my twitter followers with them instead <3 i prommy ill bring more of the good them content here for you all (and by all i mean like the three ppl who ever interact with my posts who also happen to be three people from my twitter but ill take what i can get) tee hee <3 its 11 am rn when im going to bed so i hope emetkoto have a nice good end morning!!! waking up as late as they want and relaxing in bed cuddling until theyre either ready to get up or decide to lay back down and sleep again bc they can!!! they dont have to worry about being found out anymore they can just. do that now 🥺🥺💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

please enjoy these images of them as usual and maybe send asks if you want <3

[oflgtfol]

im just taking the L on this assignment lmfao im so tired

[tf2fansderogatory]

I think Pyro and Scout bond over their mutual interest in comic books :)) they'll often read a series together and talk about it like a little book club, and they both love the artistic aspect of comics as well and spend a lot of time talking about what they like about a certain comics style!! They also recommend each other comics to read bc they besties like that<3 also also they both are particularly interested in early Batman comics [projecting tee hee]. -🎭

Before we begin I must first add this comment from Ares.

Thank you Ares, now we can start.

*ahem*

Yes it is very much true that Pyro and Scout have many mutual interests. Pyro likes things that are bright and colourful, as well as dark and more gory things like slasher movies. Scout likes superheroes, saturday morning cartoons, and even though he's a baby who doesn't like to get scared he still watches horror movies because he's super tough guys. He can handle it. He wasn't at ALL nauseous during the scene where the guy looks down at his own exposed intestines. Nope.

They both get together and talk about comics, especially those really fucked up ones from like the 30s where the joker would do stuff like wear another guy's skin for funsies. Scout thinks its horrifying but super cool. Pyro is like wow! I like that idea! Pyro is a lot like the joker (SLASH J SLASH J)

They discuss the different character arcs and get mad when a new artist will retcon something from a previous issue, or complain about how one timeline is complete garbage compared to another.

Scout likes to draw the characters in his own sketchbook and Pyro thinks its so cool. One time he drew a female superhero with rob liefeld proportions and he was like "haha tits. I love tits. boobs. big ones. yeah. Im so straight." and then he and pyro stared at it and they both quietly agreed it looked like shit so they ripped out the page and burned it.

one time Spy walked in on them having a heated debate about the justice league (literally, the burning wonder woman sketch had spread) and was like "What ze fuq are you two talking about" and they're like SHUT UP BITCH WE'RE DISCUSSING WHETHER OR NOT BATMAN'S CHARACTER WOULD BE IMPROVED BY MORE FOCUS ON HIS INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH SUPERMAN OR IF HE'S STRONGER AS A LONE WOLF ARCHETYPE 🤬

[merotwst]

ASDSJSKDJDKN ELLIE I JUST SAW YOUR REBLOG AND I FULLY AGREE WITH YOU !!!! JAMIL BABYGIRL SUPREMACY !!! HES THE BIGGEST BABYGIRL EVER!! I HEREBY DECREE THAT ITS CANON THAT HE TUCKS HIS HAIR (and his partner’s hair too because omfg if jamil viper himself ever tucked my hair behind my ear?? I’d literally burst into joyful tears aaaaaaaaaaa) BEHIND HIS EAR WHENEVER HE KISSES SOMEONE (omfg just imagine jamil tucking your hair behind your ear and then just leaving his hand to rest there on your ear/cheek/jaw area while he kisses you ahahshshdhshdhdhAJAJSHDJ LITERALLY GIGGLING AND KICKING MY LEGS RN) !! I DECREE THAT HE ALWAYS ENDS UP ZONING OUT AND DOODLING HIS CRUSH’S NAME IN THE MARGINS OF HIS TEXTBOOKS WHENEVER HE THINKS OF THEM IN CLASS [upon realising what he just did, he’d proceed to tug at his hoodie’s drawstrings and quickly rush to erase the writing before any of the professors call him out asjsjdjdjdhjdhd ITD BE SO OBVIOUS THAT HE DID IT THO BECAUSE THE PAGES WOULD HAVE THOSE INDENTS IN THEM FROM ERASING TOO HARD ASJSJSJSHJS] !! I DECREE THAT WHENEVER HE TIES HIS HAIR IN THE MORNING HE SUBCONSCIOUSLY THINKS OF ALL THE TIMES HIS CRUSH COMPLIMENTED THE STYLE SO HE TAKES EXTRA LONG TO MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BRAID IS PERFECT !! I DECREE THAT HE LOWKEY TRIES TO USE KALIM AS A WAY TO BRIBE/TRICK HIS CRUSH INTO COMING TO WATCH HIS BASKETBALL GAMES (“Kalim wants you to come watch the basketball game this weekend🧍🧍I would sincerely appreciate if you did as well though - it’d be nice knowing that someone reliable can look after Kalim for a few minutes while I play translation; HNNNGGG IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES PLEASE COME WATCH ME PLAY I WANNA SHOW OFF AND IMPRESS YOU WITH MY SKILLS”) !! I DECREE THAT THIS MF IS THE MOST DOWN BAD BABYGIRL EVER !! [don’t believe me when I say that all of these things are canon?? well too bad because I’m actually Disney so everything I say is true teehee🤭🤭🤭🫶🫶🫶]

I also decree that you and I are just as down bad for him as he would be for his crush ajajsjsjsjksksks 😔💖💖 BUT REGARDLESS TYSM FOR THE REBLOG !! and for letting me ramble about jamil here heheheheh <333333 I literally have the biggest crush on him (and Ruggie and Ace and Deuce and-) so I take every opportunity that I can to rave about him ahahsjjsskkdk (if I have your permission to, expect me to just send through an ask about jamil every time I get into a simping mood 💖💖🫶🫶🫶)

QUUMA????? WHAT IS THIS I JUS WOKE UP OKG PLS KEEP SENDING YOUR JAMIL BBYGIRL RAMBLES TO ME (and ruggie and deuce and ace and—) THEYRE MORE THAN WELCOME I LOVE READING EVERY SINGLE LETTER!!!!!!

jamil TUCKING MY HAIR NO WAY NO IM BLUSHING SCREAMING GIGGLING LIKE A MORON RN HES A BABYGIRL 100% THIS IS SO CUTE OK BUT HEAR ME OUT

we all know jamil has an ANGELIC voice it's canon it's REAL THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I HEARD HIM SING AT THE AUDITIONS PLS OK and so it's safe to assume jamil's a very talented and artistic person who appreciates music (he's got headphones at his bedside table and i personally believe he collects vinyls as well tee hee pls i want to bond with him over our favorite artists) so imagine him subconsciously making a playlist about his crush (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠) LIKE HE DOESN'T REALIZE IT. JAMIL'S LIKE im jus making another playlist that's all nothing special ab it BUT EVERY. SINGLE. SONG. ON. THERE. REMINDS. HIM. OF. THAT. PERSON. THAT'S. BEEN. ON. HIS. MIND.

AND WHO'S TO SAY HE DOESN'T PLAY INSTRUMENTS????

no, i can definitely see him plucking at guitar strings on his free time. he says he's average but he has a habit of downplaying his talents bcs he's never been allowed to shine as brightly as should </3

BUT JAMIL

making

A SONG?????

the playlist just wasn't enough there's just this SPECIFIC thing he feels THAT THE SONGS HE LISTENTS TO JUST DOESNT HAVE

and so he writes one word after another, strums a chord, hums a tune and after he sees an image of his crush in his head, everything just comes spilling out in swooping, sloping, cursive letters and he SINGS

ABOUT

THAT

PERSON

and he hums the song on occasion.

when you catch him humming it and ask it what song it is, he's gonna play it off and say "oh, some old song from when i was young nobody's heard of it" like a liar but OH OH THAT'S SUCH A BIG LIE IT'S ABOUT YOU THAT HE WROTE ON HIS OWN FREE TIME

he could've done anything else because how much free time does he have????? you can just prolly count the amount of times he had time for himself in one hand and he could've done anything anything else

but he wrote a song about you

like a lovesick idiot

he's such a babygirl

ALSO QUU GIVE ME AN EMOJI U LIKE BCS IM MAKING YOU A PERSONAL TAG AAAAA I LOVE U SO MUCH

[aleheartilly]

Squinoa drabble prompt #175, please? :)

Prompt: 175. “Yes, it is a real dragon, but I can explain everything…”

REMAKE

Squall knewit was a bad idea to trust Irvine with leading his team. He just thought Zelland Rinoa would be able to balance out his… weirdness, for lack of a betterword, but he was sorely mistaken.

So now hewas watching his girlfriend and his two best friends… and apparently, their newpet.

Except for alittle, trifle fact: it wasn’t exactly a pet.

“Irvine…it’s… I can’t even…” He dragged a hand down his face. Urgh!

Zellshadowboxed, trying to avoid eye contact. Rinoa took Squall’s hand in hers andsqueezed it. Irvine casually touched his hat.

“Yes, it is a real dragon, but I canexplain everything…”

Squall narrowed his eyes at him. “Youbetter be convincing.”

Irvine cleared his voice. “Yeah. Sobasically a month ago Selphie told me about her new crowdfunding project forTrabia Garden.”

“What of it?” asked Squall. Hestarted to realize that maybe it was a bad, bad idea trusting Irvine. IfSelphie was involved too…

“She told me she wanted something bigbecause they need a lot of money and a concert simply would not cut it. Weneeded something unexpected because we’ve already tried everything we couldimagine. That’s when the girls had their girl night.”

Squall sighed. “You better beconvincing and short.”

“So, you were in Esthar with Zell.Rinoa was all alone and invited the girls over. They watched your father’smovie.”

Oh boy. Squall had the sinkingfeeling he wouldn’t like this. At all.

“Of course Seph was all excitedbecause she saw your father slay a dragon in the movie and she thought it wouldbe such a great idea to remake that movie with a real dragon. Rinoa approved!”

“What!!!” Rinoa and Squall screamedin unison. “I didn’t approve. Selphie just heard the first part of thesentence. She bolted out before I had a chance to finish!” said Rinoa, quicklyturning to her boyfriend and squeezing his hand, for good measure. She reallyhoped Squall didn’t think she was involved in that crazy idea…

“Yeah sure, anyway Seph came to myroom to explain this idea of the movie’s remake. She says, don’t you think it’sa great idea, Irvy, and I say, of course, darling, you have the best ideas. Thenshe says-“

“Irvine, convincing, and short.”

“Yeah, ok, ok! Jeez, I just wanted toexplain everything. So fast forward to two days ago when you assignedthe mission to me, Zell and Rinoa. I go to Seph and say, hi darling, I have amission, and she says, yay Irvy, where are you going? I say, the Island Closestto Hell, and she says-“

“I said short. Please.” Squallpinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a massive headache incoming.

“Ok Commander Grumpy. She asked me tocapture a dragon for her movie-“

Zell stopped shadowboxing. “Just forthe record,” he said, watching Squall, “I said it was a stupid idea.”

Great, even Zell thought it was astupid idea…

“Yeah, well you’re a party pooper so itdoesn’t count-“

“And I also said it was a crazy idea”Rinoa interrupted, squeezing again Squall’s hand. He absentmindedly squeezedback, though it lacked its usual strength.

“Yeah, yeah, duly noted, you both knoweverything. Anyway, we captured the dragon, and basically, here it is!”

Squall watched Irvine’s grin beforedragging his free hand down his face. “You seriously thought it was a good ideacapturing a Ruby Dragon to keep it as a pet?!”

“Not as a pet! We’re not so silly,”said Irvine, crossing his arms on his chest, almost offended. “As an actor!”

Selphie chose that precise moment torun out of Garden and launch herself in her boyfriend’s arms. “Yay, you’reback! Oh my gosh, you brought the dragon too! Thank you thank you thank you!”In her enthusiasm, she let Irvine go to crush both Zell and Rinoa in a painfulbear hug. “Thank you, guys!”

Finally, Selphie turned to Squall. “Wecan keep it, right? I need it for my movie remake! We’ll have a blast! And we’llraise money for Trabia, too! Can we, Squall?”

Squall sighed. He surely wasfacepalming a lot that morning. “It’s a Ruby Dragon,” he said.

“Yeah, so what?” asked Selphie,blinking.

“It’s dangerous. There are childrenin Garden…”

“But Trabia is our sister Garden!They need us! And we need that to help them! Please, Squall! Can we keepit? Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“Selphie…”

“Two cherries on top!”

“Selphie stop, you’re not making anysense. We need to – hey wait a minute,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Yousaid we’ll have a blast? You don’t mean-“

“I mean exactly what you think Imean. Tee-hee! You’ll be a wonderful knight! Just don’t slay the dragon forreal, ok? It’s soooooo cute, I think I’ll call it Cherry.”

“Selphie-“

“Rinoa will be the Sorceress, of course.Don’t worry Rin, your boyfriend will keep you safe! And Irvy and Zell-“

And so Selphie kept talking and Squall was not able to stop her anymore,and Balamb Garden admitted its first Ruby Dragon pet.

*********

“It was nice of you, you know,” saidRinoa when they finally got back to their apartment, after hours of Selphieplanning her movie remake and Squall trying to convince her it wasn’t such agreat idea keeping an effing dragon in the premises of Garden.

“What?”

“Letting Seph keep the dragon for hermovie,” she answered, throwing her keycard on the coffee table. “It means a lotto her, you know.”

“I’m kind of worried. There are smallchildren here. And the Training Center wasn’t built for monsters like a RubyDragon.”

“Well, you keep T-Rexes in there…”

“Yeah, but dragons are stronger.”Squall pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. He could try and lower thedragon’s strength level with GFs… maybe close off a specific area in theTraining Center… reinforce rules about training for SeeDs and students… it couldwork, but first-

Feeling Rinoa’s eyes on him, Squall openedhis own to watch her curiously. “What?” he asked, a little wearily. She hadthat smile on her face, the one she always sported when she felt she hadfigured something out before he did. It was usually true.

“You’re thinking about what you coulddo to make this safe for everyone and humor Selphie with her movie. Right?”

Squall sighed and nodded.

“You’re so sweet,” said Rinoa, comingcloser to loosely wrap her arms around his waist.

“Trabia is our sister Garden,” heanswered, embracing her, while she raised on her tiptoes to brush her lips againsthis. “If this can help them, then we should at least think about it.”

They were silent for a little while,him thinking about security and her watching him.

“What?” he asked again.

“You always think about people andwhat they need and how to help,” she answered, watching him with love-strickeneyes. “That’s why I love you.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, scratching hishead with his hand. “I love you too.”

“And you don’t realize how you looklike your father when you do that! You’ll be perfect for the movie!”

“…now you’re pushing it.”*******

Author’s note: so, I had fun with this one. Hope it was fun foryou, too. English is my second language and I just checked this one withGrammarly, no beta-reader, but of course I’ll gladly correct mistakes if you’llbe so kind as to point them out.Thanks for asking and sorry for the really late reply

[trewloves]

endeavour fandom meme! i was tagged by @georgefancys and @lieutenantmalcolmreed thank u very much friendos :)

top 5 episodes: neverland, muse, arcadia, icarus (focusing on the positives? morse in robes and him and shirley hangin is so cute), pylon (fugue runs a very tight race though)

seasons in order of preference: hmmm 2 (PETER’S PRIME), 3 (quality peter-jim-morse-shirley squad content), 4 and 6 are very close for me, 5, 1, 7 (i couldn’t catch all of it but like honestly it was kind of disappointing)

favorite scenes: (1) ok the end of arcadia when morse is writing the letter to peter and peter’s leaving with hope and reads the note?! (2) also in pylon when they find the doctor’s house or whoever the fuck he is and they’re like ok you were literally trafficking girls and EVERYONE is so pissed, thursday physically fights this creep and even box and jago are like super soft w the girls and morse and jim and everyone else are so protective and like fuck you man!! i love that (3) in ride when bixby gets yiked in the lake and morse jumps in to try and save him, and then the next shot it’s morning and morse is sitting under a tree in shock while jim and peter are like bLiMeY mAtE do you ThiNk he’s AwLrigHt?? and then peter goes over and is like “u alright” and morse is just staring into space and peter’s like “morse.” and he looks up and is like oh. yuh...honestly it’s the little things!! (4) in game when the chess guy’s like “haha you played chess in school” and then trewlove absolutely SCHOOLS him and mops the floor with his sorry ass (5) that really cute domestic scene in icarus where shirley’s painting her nails and morse is j chillin on the floor

favorite musical moment: IN FUGUE WHEN HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE THE THEME FROM ACT III OF TOSCA STARTS MAKING ITS WAY INTO THE SCORE...oh baby that’s the good stuff! i love tosca (it just streamed on met last night) and like EVERY TIME barrington pheloung quotes it in the score it awakens something within me... fugue is just really my shit!!

favorite cinematography/imagery: arcadia or canticle...esp in canticle you can feel the heat and it’s so beautiful it makes me emo

favorite non-morse ensemble character: PETER JAKES PETER JAKES PETER JAKES!!!!!!

favorite one episode character: eve thorne in muse...or like. ALL the girls at blythe mount in nocturne are such a fucking mood

favorite morse look: when he wears the tux to go to the chamber music concert in coda and then he gets called to work and is just standing there with his hands in his pockets rocking back and forth on his heels in the fucking morgue.... i also REALLY love him in robes in icarus that’s all

biggest disappointment: season 7 lol. that’s all. goes without saying

provide some spicy takes: ok i’m on the same boat with tee and a lot of other people here, morse and shirley are fwb, you can’t change my mind. also this is a bit spicy (2) if peter jakes and ronnie box ever met there would be ABSOLUTELY UNREAL sexual tension. it would be so hot i wouldn’t be able to look at it and simultaneously would be like screaming cuz like...they have the same kind of attitude vis-a-vis work (thought i don’t think peter would ever get himself in a similar situation as box) and i think they’d probably hate each other but they would totally have hate sex, peter’s a total bottom and like just imagine box fucking rawing him one night after work and then the next day box is trying so hard not to hide his satisfaction when peter’s like clearly sore lmao and morse is like what the fuck is going on here and peter’s like i hate that bastard lmao. i’m sorry i don’t make the rules

free space! i started writing an morse/jakes elevator sex one-shot like a month and a half ago and still haven’t gotten around to finishing it. i’ll leave an excerpt under the cut if you’re interested, i’ll probably finish it after school ends in may hee hee

i’m gonna tag uhhh @ladyaj-13 @fitzrove and @wherehefoundtheporcupine if u guys want, no presh lol

if u want to read the excerpt i left in the free space: 

"It's so fucking hot," Peter groaned. He checked his watch. They'd been in the elevator for at least half an hour, it felt like, with little sign of building maintenance or any of the tenants realizing anything was wrong with the elevator. Even if they did notice, it'd be another thirty minutes, by Peter's estimate.

"You're letting yourself get hot and bothered," Morse said. He'd switched sides, so that he and Peter were facing each other now, legs stretched out in front of each other. His head was tipped back against the elevator wall and he exhaled slowly, eyes half-closed, as if meditating or on the verge of falling asleep.

"Are you seriously falling asleep right now?" Peter asked incredulously, gently kicking Morse in the shin. 

"No," Morse mumbled, in a way that sounded very much like he was falling asleep.

"Oh, you've got to be joking.”

Morse opened his eyes and sat up a little straighter. "You said so yourself. It's hot." He brushed the back of his hand along his forehead, where Peter could see sweat beading at the hairline, and sighed. "And we're not exactly doing anything thought-provoking."

Peter drank in the sight of Morse in front of him, collar half-unbuttoned, sweat glistening thinly along the curve of his upper lip, one hand dug halfway into his hair to keep it from falling back across his face. He was briefly reminded of the time he'd lent Morse one of his shirts, back when they'd first started working together on that opera killer, and how he'd watched with oddly insatiable fascination as Morse had undone his shirt. He inhaled sharply now, feeling the same rush of adrenaline, as Morse threw his head back again and tugged as his collar, baring his throat. 

"That's indecent," Peter said, when he finally snapped out of his trance.

Morse looked at him sharply, then snorted. "Pervert."

"You ought to know what it looks like."

"Piss off," Morse said, but he was laughing. 

Emboldened by Morse's smile, Peter crawled forward on his hands and knees until he could straddle Morse. "Make me," he said. He caught the shock registering on Morse's face, feeling the rush of excitement as the surprise softened into curiosity and then back into alarm.

"Peter! What are you playing at — we're in an elevator!"

"That's not going anywhere," Peter finished, "and that's stuck in-between floors," he undid the next button on Morse's shirt, freeing his throat and exposing his collarbone, "and we've nothing else better to do."

[lemontrash]

Highschool Infiltration AU (4)

@disturbed02girl

(Part 1)  (Part 2 & 3)

___

East Woodborough Public High School, Monday morning, the light smacking in yellow sunspots from the glazing. Throb of engines and the bass, ticking of bicycle wheels, the clap and rattle of skateboards - a cacophony. Washed out sky dyed in a blue that is turning white with heat, rubber soles picking up the dust from the concrete. Everywhere bodies turning humid inside of shirts and shorts, faces pinking. The clarion of girls laughing all ha-ha-tee-hee.  Girls. Not misses. Girls who walk with their shoulders first, slouching jeans and gemmy eyes, self conscious of acne and braces. Girls with biro down the backs of their hands, boys with trouser hems trodden into soft runnels of thread, boys with secret tattoos.

Children.

Heero wades through them, a small Gulliver encroaching into Lilliput. An old man in a skinny boy body.

He finds breathing space and shade beneath straggling trees on scratchy grass, occupied already by children scribbling final answers to last weeks homework, and stray cigarette butts.

He’d expected more similarity to the other schools. There’s next to none. Kids run here and talk loud, smack their gum, turn up in clothes pulled from bedroom floors. No uniforms. No stables. No fencing. No hush and wood polish.

Heero feels his own anonymity more acutely than he ever has. A good thing, for the mission.

Two girls clapping, singing nonsense, or talking. “No! No!” one says to her friend, signalling with the rest of her body, “Yes, say more!”

Heero has a pen and ten dollars in his pocket, but he should have brought a backpack. It would blend more. It’s part of the uniform, he realises. The uniform that isn’t a uniform. The other of the clapping girls looks back, and then drops a whisper into her friend's ear and they peal away into the chaos.

Laughing at him?

Doesn’t matter. It’s not relevant to the mission, and they’re not potential targets. Heero doesn’t need to know anything about them to know that. They’re too ordinary. Ordinary is safe.

Safe enough. The school is a big white block of a building, Heero blinks and it’s rubble. Blink. Box. Blink. Roar of children’s voices.

Blink.

“The fuck?” someone says. A flash of another face, like all the others. Incredulous at the concept of Heero Yuy.

Heero realises he’s scowling like fury.

Twenty minutes till first bell.

Detaching himself from the trees, he drives himself away towards the back of the school. Time now to focus. Establish territory.  

Heero breathes in the dry clay of the earth. Time to choose a sport.

____

It’s a powder blue convertible with that new car smell, as though Santa baby only just dropped it off. It must have been in the garage for several years though, brand new even whilst ageing.

Quatre dismisses Ahmed’s suggestion of an escort, and puts the hood down. It’s a speed control zone, but even a sedate thirty miles per hour creates soft fingers of air that ruffle over his scalp. Sunglasses, chinos, understated but overpriced watch, Quatre supposes he’ll make the appropriate splash when he arrives. First port of call, student services, of course, to make his introduction to the Dean.

And then in turn, Quatre presumes to be introduced to the other high school royalty. Or perhaps they will simply magnetise themselves to his presence, like lions aware of a newcomer prowling into their territory.

Not that he intends to be threatening.

The big houses and lawns give way to smaller lots with bigger roads and untidier kerbs.

‘Why wouldn’t I be at private school?’ Quatre wonders of his character. ‘Money? Character?’ It’s a very nice car. Quatre resolves on personality; a rags-to-riches, Grand-daddy’s alma mater reasoning.

A naif desire for reality and diversity. Get a little taste of the other half before the inevitable route to the board room.

“And in that case,” Quatre says to himself, wheeling the sports car into the parking lot, “I won’t even need to act.”  

___

Town planning guidance states that, as the ideal, each household should be within a 500m walk of a bus stop. Wufei has to trudge more than twice that to the main road. A bus the colour of old mustard and half empty.

Wufei takes a seat near the back. Perches really, thinking of gum concealing on the underside. The outskirts slip drearily past the window, strip mall, gas station, drive-thru, then another. The fat man at the wheel meets Wufei’s eye briefly through the rear-view, but with only a bovine attention. He’s been doing this for too long to care one way or another. All he wants is for the kids to sit down and keep their hands and their drinks to themselves.

Tilting his head, as they groan between stops, Wufei finds a spider in the corner of the window, which oscillates into a blur in its web whenever the driver squishes a foot on the accelerator. ‘Go faster, or let me off?’ Wufei muses.

It’s the most relatable thing he’s seen in days.

The bus lurches to a halt, rear skewed into the nearside lane, and more kids tramp aboard, already looking travel worn. Cups clutched in bare hands, books and bags.

“Hey, pay!” the driver yells at one kid. He turns on a heel and flicks -ping! klink! - a dollar fifty in coins into the slot. The driver snorts.

“Eat it,” says the kid, backing down the aisle, middle fingers raised. Cock of the rock. Wufei rolls his eyes. Wonders what it is about the light spectrum that makes neon looks so dead in the daylight.  

“Move.”

There’s a tussle and a kid is evicted from the seat opposite Wufei. He goes stumbling up the bus, with the surprised offence of a person hit in the face by an errant bluebottle, and then drops into a new seat. Boots bridge the aisle, thumping onto Wufei’s seat and making the springs bounce.

“What?” Duo challenges.

Wufei, finger and thumb, pulls the edge of his jacket out from under Duo’s heel and scoots over.

“Nerd.”

The glint of a shark’s grin in the corner of his eye. Wufei lets his body go reptilian. ‘Don’t overdo it,’ he warns with his silence. ‘Don’t push me,’

Pop of bubblegum, bleep of a game. Pure theatrics. Wufei stares at the spider hanging onto its threads.

It’s going to be a long day.  

___

Trowa changes in a classroom, and returns to the roof to watch the sun rise. He watches staff arrive over the course of an hour, in ones and twos. None of them think to look up. Mostly they look at their shoes.

Then the before-school kids arrive. Parents with morning meetings, the sports kids, the band kids, and kids with reasons that Trowa can’t discern from twenty metres above.

Then the mob. Spooling from buses, the whole hive-like mass of students erupting from the surrounding roads. So many it’s hard to pick out individuals, though he sees Quatre sweep in, shining and spotless. He evokes a bubble through the crowd as he passes through it. People gape and then cling to his wake, taking it all in. As he climbs the steps of the school, Trowa gets a glimpse of sunshine redolent on golden hair, and a smile before Quatre vanishes.

He crowds down a little lower, and trusts no one else will bother looking up.

Duo births himself out the window of a bus not a few moments later, brash and obvious. A distraction that nearly makes him miss Wufei slinking off, having disembarked in a more orthodox manner. Duo stands and scans the building and then mooches away in the opposite direction, towards the bleachers.

Sensible.

He doesn’t spot Heero, but then Heero is always aware of his angles. He wouldn’t expose himself to surveillance like that. Trowa watches the other kids instead.The lonely ones, the bold ones.They make for a curious study. Height simplifies them and their behaviours. He can compare them to cattle, or ants, or apes, but knows that once among them, it won’t be the case at all.

‘Bias,’ Trowa thinks, leaning back from the edge. Under his feet, a bell is chirring. Warning bell. It sounds more suited to a military application than anything as homely as a school. Trowa arranges his face into something nondescript and his body into a slouch. Touch of gangling disorganisation in the limbs, dragging feet. He descends into the school, and takes turns following small groups of children, adding characteristics to Sven until Sven is more alive than conjecture.  

When the bell rings again, Trowa mutely holds his note over the desk to the school secretary. “I got lost,” he says.

“First day,” she replies, thrusting spectacles onto her nose and reducing him at once to paperwork. “Right, let’s see where we’re putting you, shall we?”

[wahbegan]

Blah Blah Trailer Things Blah I’m So Weary

All right w/e you’d think i was getting paid for this the way i crank them out even when I have no desire to but fuck it as all the ones before, under a read more so you don’t have to scroll and shit and so that if someone makes a super obvious correction in the first few notes i can change it and nobody will be the wiser tee hee hee I am gonna stick to things that haven’t been confirmed so shit we already know like “There are additional flashbacks to when they were kids, Mike still lives in Derry and has been tryna figure out how to kill It through...tripping, apparently? They meet at Jade of the Orient like in the book,” etc. I won’t touch for the sake of brevity. I also won’t go over things I did in the last one

1. The flood of water in the sewer COULD be right after they actually kill It, in the book they kill It in the early morning, and Its death coincides with a massive storm destroying the town, starting with the sewers flooding and backing up

2. Adrian Mellon, post beating and being thrown off a bridge by homophobes, as Pennywise mockingly offers him help before eating him. This is STRAIGHT out of the book, right down to the silver eyes Pennywise is sporting i’m very excited

3. Bev walking in the rain looking shaken up seems to be her right after having her fight her way out of her abusive boyfriend’s place, we know they’re keeping that intact courtesy of the bruises on her arms in the Mrs Kersh trailer

4. Not sure where Eddie’s standing in this child-to-adult montage, i can only guess that maybe Ben is outside that bar he gets shitfaced in before he goes back to Derry? But that’s a shot in the dark. I know Bill’s standing at the storm drain where Georgie got dragged in, which we saw It taunting him in Georgie form briefly in the last trailer, and Mike due to the area and the police lights on his face, seems to be investigating child murders like he was in the book. It’s what prompts him to call the other Losers. Richie is at the Paul Bunyan statue

5. So yeah the carnival seems to play a bigger role than just the backdrop where Adrian first has trouble with the homophobes like in the book, Bill probably follows a lead there, possibly investigating what happened to Adrian aaaaand finds Pennywise chewing down on some kid right behind a glass he can’t get to him from in a mirror maze, ostensibly just to fuck with him. Brutal and sadistic, i gotta say i love it even though it’s hard to analyze further than that since there isn’t anything even remotely analogous to this in the book. Oh, the little swinging punch clowns are done up like Tim Curry’s Pennywise, that’s a fun easter egg. Also Pennywise’s long tongue on the glass is reminiscent of The Leper’s tongue from the book, probably did that on purpose. 

6. Oh yeah confirmation Bowers is alive and in a mental hospital, and Pennywise is calling him back, apparently via red balloon instead of the moon which BOOOOOO but whatever

7. Since they changed it from the book a bit to revolve more heavily around Neibolt Street, that seems to have more prominence in this half of the movie as well, with lots of shots of them going into it, whereas I don’t think they touch it as adults in the book. I do like the fridge shaking like It’s about to come out of it like It did in the first movie to eat Eddie. Clearly lots of call backs so that’s fun. Actually, you know what? It could be Stan’s severed head with a bunch of balloons in there cause there’s a scene like that involving a (different) fridge in the adult half of the book/miniseries

EDIT: Okay, according to someone on youtube who saw Comic-Con footage, that IS the case damn i’m right once in a while except in this case Stan’s head...the youtube source didn’t say whose head it was but i’m...there’s no way it’s not Stan’s goes on to sprout spider legs and crawl at them a la The Thing so that’s pretty awesome

8. “I’ve seen all of us die” is an interesting line. Now, in the book, fUCKING STAN YOU FUCKING BASTARD ANDRES MUSCHIETTI YOU LITERALLY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM STAN AND GAVE IT TO A DIFF-ahem. Forgive that little outburst. In the book,...SSsss.....hrng. Stanley Uris is the one who seems to have visions or at least a sense of the future, not, Bev, as well as some vaguely defined psychic somethinerother. Obviously, her kidnapping slash Deadlighting slash empty eyes slash floating thing never happens in the book, so once again, no real way of knowing if it’s a Dr. Strange circa Infinity War thing where she saw a possible or a bunch of possible futures or just Pennywise fucking with her to make her feel hopeless thing. I mean obviously we know they don’t all die so i’m just curious about the nature of her vision she had in Its lair. Obviously some of it came to pass, but...i just don’t know if it was a vision from The Turtle or a trick from It, or possibly a little of both. But it’s one of those

9. Oh yeah right that....that’s definitely Stan’s death scene. Not that there was any question, really, but this is solid confirmation he takes a one way ticket out of Clowntown on the Razorblade-in-a-Bathtub Express

10. Oh I forgot to say about the alien-looking spikes i think that’s the blasted-up exploded remains of whatever it landed in just btw

11. Okay so Bill as an adult back in the basement with a screaming ghost Georgie confronting him in a very similar way to when he was a kid, Bev back in the bathroom where she got bullied and it seems like her childhood bathroom? Filling up with blood and...trying to help someone out of the blood lake? Okay.

I have a theory about all this.

I think it’s them interacting with their younger selves. I think.....

I think The Ritual of Chud is going to manifest differently for every single one of them, and it’s basically going to be them going to some mindscape where they go to their kid selves, to their worst and darkest moments, and are either trapped there in despair or have to save their younger selves. Think of The Haunting of Hill House’s Red Room. I THINK that’s what’s going on here. Judging by...I’m almost positive Bev is reaching out her hand to pull her younger self out of the blood, and you can see young Bill behind adult Bill in the background while Georgie’s going “what the FUCK you’re the worst brother EVER” at him so look i think i’m right, okay? 

12. When Bev smashes the mirror, it looks like, you know how in the first one Henry goes to carve his face on Ben’s stomach but only gets the H? In the book that scar disappears when he grows up but then comes back after Mike calls him and it looks here like not only has the scar come back but It has either actually cut the entire name down there or at least made him hallucinate that the entire name has appeared on his stomach. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s the latter, some kind of hallucination Bev’s trying to break by shattering the mirror.

13. Yeah so if you hadn’t read the book, that’s pretty much definitely Eddie Richie’s holding, and he’s pretty much definitely dying and his final words are pretty much definitely gonna be “Don’t call me Eds. You know I hate it when you...”

14. Oh yeah right I’m pretty sure the underwater monster is a more decayed Ms Kersh and it looks like instead of turning to candy, her house floods for some reason? And here she is being all spooky and underwater with Bev i do not know why the flooding is a thing but w/e uhhh look it’s not in the first trailer i don’t know where i think i saw this or how I got this impression but i think somewhere there was a brief shot implying the water like came out of a painting or something. Possibly a 1408 reference, actually

15. Gotta be Its lair disintegrating after the completed Ritual of Chud which yeah when they were all holding hands a few shots earlier and looking up at orange light i forgot to say that’s def the Ritual starting

17. Whoever this is, Bill i’m assuming flying through that tunnel to the rectangle of light is pretty close to straight out of the book Ritual of Chud

18. Mike tripping, as per mentioned

19. Given the shit all over them and how emotional Richie is, it seems like this would be at the end after they leave the sewers? Idk his scream could be about several things, but it’s just the kind of scream that says “my best friend in the whole wide world and completely hetero lifemate just got his arm bitten off by a weird giant spider alien thing and bled to death”

20. Andres Muschietti mentioned the underground clubhouse would be part of this movie, as well as the “tripping and coming dangerously close to dying via carbon monoxide poisoning so we can hallucinate about where It came from” part of the book but at the end Pennywise is clearly slamming the door which wasn’t part of that sequence unless i mean they may have just added it in for a scare or it could be one of the adults going back to said clubhouse and having a flashback leading into Pennywise fucking with them, either is a possibility

21. Okay so unfortunately i have egg on my face and this clearly is It (not Henry Bowers like i theorized) previously not in Pennywise form, putting on Its Pennywise form, possibly for the first time in a flashback.

22. Okay i am almost 100% sure Pennywise, Devourer of Worlds and Children, The Spider, The Deadlights, The Eternal Consumption, ends this trailer by saying “Hewwo”

[clairles]

Tagging time!

I got tagged by awesome @ellipsesarefun, thank you dear <3 I posted my questions two days ago, so I’m gonna only reply for those! :3 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people

Alright, so questions: 

1. What’s the one thing you tell yourself everyday? “Maybe tommorow will be better”

2. Do you have/bring/listen to something that gets you up in the morning to do the day’s deed? No. I always put shuffle on my phone and the first song which pop up always does its purpose 

3. Tea, Coffee, both, or nah? Coffee. I love tea but not as much. I think I’m addicted to coffee now

4. What’s the recent novel you’ve read and what’s it about? I’m sorry I’m boring. I’m only reading fanfics now (I know, it’s shitty, but my depression doesn’t allow me reading longer stuff :/)

5. Any old songs you’ve listened to lately? WONDERFUL LIFE, this is my jam since I can remember. For me, it is one of the most important songs and I ALWAYS have the mood for it

6. Undercut hairstyle or nah? YES. I’m gonna do a lil undercut this month so stay tuned :>

7. If you were to charm me into having a crush on you, what would you do? tee hee You wouldn’t have a crush on me in any dimension, lmfao. But I’d listen to everything you have to say. I would always smile looking at you and give you light touches (of course only if I’d know you like it). I would send you tons of my favorite songs and would talk to you constantly, I would want to know everything about you and your days. I would send you “good morning” and “sleep well” messages just so you would always feel important. I would take you on a long walks and make a lot of beautiful photos of you, just to both of us to remember every walk. And I would try to always look good next to you, knowing you always look good. But if we would live far away from each other, I would skype call you almost every day, just to listen to you voice. I would do everything for you to feel comfortable, at he same time knowing I’m here for you, always, at every moment.

8. Wouldn’t it be awesome if traffic stops when everyone stops their car just to dance? What would they dance to? Oh my dear, I would be the first to dance! I imagine it to be some silly 90′ pop song, and everyone would laugh and dance and we would be happy.

9. Otabek Altin, Denis Ten, or both, or you don’t know them hahaha? BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD.

10. If you had a diary that talks, what would name it? Stefan, probably

11. What do you think Otabek reads to? Or what do you think your favorite character’s hobbies have? I am always for Otabek loving classic books. And poetry. And you can really judge me, but I do believe this.