#there obviously were more scenes but these were at the top of my head lmao

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: Season 1 ↳ "Oh, the misery."

[stupidlittlespirit]

Can you give me more examples of Alex disliking Ford? I’ve always kinda felt it, but I never really had much of a real grasp on it.

Okay so this is the part where I look crazy because I can't give you specific examples LMAO but I'll try to explain what I mean. It's more in what he doesn't say than what he does.

Alex doesn't ever come right out and state 'I hate Ford', but he implies his distaste for him through his treatment of him. The way he hasn't gone harder/more explicit on drawing lines about Ford's abuse, or talking about how Ford suffered terribly during the time he was alone, for example. The way he blames Ford inherently for a lot of stuff that Ford, while not blameless, isn't fully at fault for. It's little things, and I'll detail them below.

TW below: Abuse, discussions of victimhood and irl consequences.

He extends more sympathy to other characters whereas Ford is sort of an afterthought. I don't actually think Alex has fleshed Ford out very well in his own head. Remember when he said that he didn't even know that Bill was going to be the main villain? They were flying by the seat of their pants for a lot of the series and it's quite clear in some elements. Obviously, the series is wonderful, I love it, it's one of my favourite shows of all time and Alex is a true talent, but it's obvious which characters are more important to him. He favours Bill a lot, too, so when his disliking of Ford/being ambivalent about him meets his enjoyment of Bill, only one of those dogs is coming out of the fight alive and it ain't Ford.

I think Alex is a genuine talent, I admire his work and his writing. He seems lovely. But I do also think he lacks in skill when it comes to complex abuse depictions.

I see a running theme that he isn't very good at portraying it specifically via 'unlikeable' characters. I mentioned on a previous post that he did this with Pacifica until people expressed empathy with her, and then he decided to round her out. He stated that himself during an old interview; I can't source it but I remember it vividly because it flagged red in my head that he couldn't see she was just a product of her environment. She's a twelve year old girl, for god's sake, she isn't 'just a horrible person', it makes a person sound like Bill when they beef with kids like that lol.

Another thing is in TBoB, there's a really horrendous page where Ford is tortured. It is visceral and awful, and tbh I wish I'd have been able to ask Alex what his top 5 horror movies were when I saw his talk because the scene is very reminiscent of a lot of my fav horrors.

But anyway, it is literal torture and it is also communicating about how helpless Ford is. He's a victim and a 'weak one' at that. Nothing he can do will stop Bill's abuse, he's stupid for trying, he's pathetic, he deserves it.

Now, that is a take I see with Ford a lot. He deserves it. He's asking for it. And it's a really upsetting one. It's also a common narrative told by people who blame victims for the abuse they suffered.

Not once have I ever seen Alex defend Ford. Not once have I ever heard him say 'Ford didn't deserve this', 'Ford suffered as much as Stan'. Not once.

Considering that he said he took 'inspiration' from his friend's 'toxic' relationships (I also think this is a strange and slightly perverse thing to do btw), I would have thought he might feel more strongly about pushing away this narrative about victims deserving their treatment.

I, obviously, also don't know for sure that he did take inspo from friends; he could well be describing his own experiences and just not feel comfortable saying so because men do suffer a different kind of stigma around being abused. That's fine, he doesn't have to out himself or anything, that would be horrible. But it's just the way he reacts to fans and speaks about the victim (Ford) that makes me think he's a bit more removed from this specific experience than it being personal.

There are many types of abuse. Ford's experience is familial, relationship-wise (platonic, because nothing about his relationship with Bill is romantic in the most basic sense of the term, if anything you can liken that side of things to sexual abuse) and personal. Ford then abuses himself as a reaction to outside abuse. Not his fault, again, but it does happen and it's a common thing for victims to do. I did.

Ford does nothing but suffer.

I truly don't believe that if you loved and cared for your character, you would be willing to watch your audience tear them apart like that after they had already been through so much and were not actually a villain themselves.

Especially if you had, or knew other people who had, experience with that kind of abuse. He doesn't let it happen to Stan, he came down hard on people when they did it to Dipper, and to Mabel, too.

It would kill me to let my OCs be bastardised like that by an audience and I'd be damned if I did a disservice to victims everywhere over something like this.

I think his lack of care is displayed in his treatment of Ford, as opposed to him outright saying he doesn't like him.

I also understand that this analysis also comes from a deeply personal point of view and my own experience with this topic, too.

This is a TV show, it isn't real and I don't need to take it so seriously, but what I do take seriously is seeing the real world reactions of other people. That does hurt. It hurts to see someone who is (very inelegantly and heavy-handedly, btw) depicted as a victim of abuse be laughed at and made into a joke, or flipped on their head and made to be romanticised with their abuser just to make a ship happen.

Fiction doesn't need to be taken seriously except when the lines begin to blur over into real life. We know people are cruel to irl victims and we can see where these lines blur quite obviously.

I think abuse and uncomfortable topics should be depicted, but I also think that as a creator, if you use them, you have a HUGE responsibility to teach and guide your audience into understanding why these things are bad/what makes them so. You shouldn't make jokes about the topic or encourage other people to go off the rails with it.

You can't control people, of course you can't, but you can hold their hand a bit and show them towards the light. If they choose not to follow it then they're probably not bright enough to pick up what you're putting down and that's on them, but you have to try.

Maybe if I hadn't (and my friends and other victims hadn't) been subjected to exactly the same reaction, we wouldn't feel so strongly about this, but it really does feel like a kick in the teeth to see a large number of people behave so grotesquely about abuse.

And just as an aside: I am a victim, I have been/am an unlikeable one, but it does not mean that I deserved what I got and that goes the same for every other 'unlikeable' victim out there.

*deep breath* but other than that I'm totally normal about Ford and not at all mentally ill :)

[always-andromeda]

aaaAAA valentines prompts are here!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) weeee please spare some white chocolate truffle for love of my life dwayne? thank you dearest, compliments to the chef (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

– 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦

𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aHH okay this was super cute!! I hope you enjoy this one, anon!! also lmao, yes, the title is a song. it's from Yellow House and it always reminds me of Dwayne. <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dwayne is aged up to be high school senior, pure fluff, bits of Dwayne being a little pessimistic guy, nothing else I can think of!

First period hadn't even started yet and already you could tell that Dwayne was itching for the final bell. He sighed, folding his hands together and resting his chin on top of them. You watched him peer out from under his curtain of dark hair at a few students around you both exchanging cards, candies, and little stuffed toys. 

"Doing okay there, Dwayne?" you asked as you unloaded your textbook and your binder.

He threw you a sideways glance and replied blankly, "I'm a ray of sunshine." Whatever modicum of patience he usually had in school was drained entirely by Valentine's Day.

"Oh, yeah. You're looking especially chipper today."

This time, Dwayne turned to look at you fully with his brow furrowed.

"It's a joke."

"Have you seen what's been going on today?"

"Uh, yeah, it's a holiday," you shrugged.

"It's bullshit. It's an excuse for fucking candy and card companies to make a killing," he sneered. "Because if you don't buy your boyfriend or girlfriend a stupid piece of paper that says 'I love you' then you're obviously a bad person, right?"

You scoffed, "Not exactly."

That earned another scowl from Dwayne.

"Listen, I get what you mean. It can be superficial and overbearing sometimes, I guess." You struggled to conjure the right words to explain yourself in a way that Dwayne would understand, "But...it's nice sometimes, ya know? It's nice to have someone show that they thought about you."

"Please," Dwayne dismissed. "It's not about thought or care. It's all...bullshit social transactions that no one is gonna give a shit about after we graduate anyways. It's just...dumb."

Placing a hand over the top of your binder defensively, the more Dwayne spoke, the more you found a lump forming in your throat. It made it even harder to speak as you choked out, "Dumb?"

"Yeah. And...gross," he huffed with an air of stubbornness. He'd never been particularly fond of the holiday; the unnecessary drama of couples asking each other to be their Valentine and the gossip that came from rejections for days afterwards. But...you thought...

With a new wave of frustration, you flipped open the cover of your binder and pulled a card out from the inside flap. You slid it across the top of the table in Dwayne's direction. "Then there's a stupid card for you, Dwayne. Happy Valentine's Day," you added bitterly.

Dwayne froze. Already, the cover threw him off. There was the haunting phrase of the day written out in your handwriting and above it, a drawing of a bouquet of flowers in glitter gel pens. Slowly, he opened the card, finding more of your handwriting hiding inside.

I know this is super cliche. And you're probably going to roll your eyes at me when you read this. Promise me you won't hate me too much. Or at least promise me you'll spare me the embarrassment and forget this immediately after you read it. I just had to try at least once. But I really like you. Will you be my Valentine?

With your head hidden in your folded arms, you could only guess what you and Dwayne looked like to the rest of your classmates. Already, you were anticipating how that scene would get spun. Everyone talked about how you and Dwayne were bound to end up together, seeing as you're one of the only people that would willingly hang around with the reclusive guy. And one of the only people that he would actually let hang around him.

Your first thought after that was to think about Dwayne. He didn't like being the center of attention. Being talked about like this would be the most aggravating thing in the world. And god, it frustrated you that even when he was being a jerk, you still worried about him.

Then you felt a poke on your shoulder. You raised your head and found Dwayne, still looking at the card and tracing the flowers on the cover. But this time his hand was on the table, open with his palm facing up. Inviting you to grab it. Which you do, quickly.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he muttered.

You sniffed softly. "That's okay."

"I like the card."

"Thanks."

“And I'll be–" Dwayne paused. "I'll be your Valentine."

The exhilaration inside you flared so intensely that you couldn't help but squeeze his hand in return. And Dwayne also couldn't help the tiny smile that formed on his lips when he felt the warmth of your sweaty hand enveloping his. Maybe both of you could be right about Valentine's Day. It was gross. But...nice. Very nice.

[lightlycareless]

Hey again!! What do you think is Naoya height?? Because i can't seem to find his official height. So i headcanon that his height is 187cm. That's pretty tall right? But idc bc i love tall men in general 🤭

And i want to know your hc because you're one of my fav naoya writer!

Hello!!!

Omg I feel like I took forever to respond, idk why I get that feel from time to time, then I look on the dates and maybe it hadn't been so long?!??! Idk

Either way, thank you for your patience 🥺❤️ This is actually something I've wondered about in the past... as well as this little drabble I wrote :> I hope you like it!

I haven’t set an official height to Naoya, but I always assumed he was pretty tall too; he’s described as so in the wikia and looks like it too hehe.

So yep, around the 180s+ is just about right! Maybe not 190’s ‘cause he’d be getting to the same level of Gojo, but up there. (If it’s worth anything, I always thought he’d be amongst the tallest of his siblings, but shorter than Naoaki lmao)

Now, onto the good stuff.

warnings: none. fluff. naoya being a tease. (who would've known?)

It’s safe to assume that due to his height, either Naoya has to lean down to kiss you, or you have to step on the tip of your toes to do so. An arrangement that smoothly fell into place, not that much of a hassle to comply with, and honestly? I think both like doing it very much.

Until he realizes this is something he could also take advantage of; and boy, does he abuse this opening when the opportunity flashes across his mind.

He just… can’t help it! With the way you adorably purse your lips to kiss him, gently grasping his arms to pull him down just to make your job easier, he needed to, you know?

It’s in his nature.

And so, he leans into that, opting to not close the gap between his lips and yours, leaving you there, anxiously waiting for the moment your skin touches his, while doing his best to hold back from gawking at your cuteness.

It’s only when seconds pass and you have yet to be kissed, that you naturally grow worried, assuming something was wrong and opening your eyes to find out what it was… upset when realizing it was intentional. And obviously, since this isn’t as funny to you as it is to him, you eventually become frustrated.

“Hey, don’t be angry!” Naoya laughs, following you across the state as you storm away, flustered and ashamed that he’d make fun of you with something like that! “Come on, Y/N, I was only playing!”

Naoya eventually (like always) catches up to you, pulling by the arm and encasing you in his embrace, a wide smirk on his lips as he finally attempts to kiss you properly; but you simply deny him by looking away, forcing him to kiss your cheeks instead, the top of your head, or just about anything else but your lips, much to his dismay.

“You’re not actually angry… are you?” Naoya murmurs, feeling that maybe he had miscalculated how annoying he’d been.

“…no.” But you eventually disclose otherwise, because as frustrating as he was, he was still the husband you loved very, very much, with all of his playful, teasing, and sometimes cruel actions. You truly wouldn’t want him any other way.

Truth to be told, your embarrassment came more from the fact that you managed to catch a nearby servant, just by the corner of your eye, laughing at the two, making you feel as if he’d caught the two in a highly inappropriate disposition.

And never one to willingly share your intimate moments with anyone else outside of Naoya, their reaction quickly filled you with shame, jolting you out of the scene.

But even then… Naoya’s careless demeanor, whether because he hadn’t noticed them, or perhaps didn’t bother to care, reminds you it wasn’t as serious as you were making it to be.

Besides, the two were married, surely, they got an idea of what transpired between the two behind closed doors.

Naoya was very… passionate about it, after all.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You still admit, for it didn’t mean you strived to be deprived of his kisses.

“I was just joking, princess.” Naoya coos. “I’d rather die than not feel your lips anymore.”

You blush.

… yeah, he was very passionate when it came to it.

“Does that mean I can kiss you again, my love?”

“No. Not until you make it up to me.” You smirk, Naoya’s eyes glisten.

“Hmm, is that so? And what do you have in mind?”

A lot of things, in fact, amongst them a direct continuation of that kiss he cruelly isolated you from…

But only until you get away from the prying eye of the surrounding servants, already hearing them snicker about how funny you looked trying to reach for Naoya, all pouty because he wouldn’t kiss you, more so when comparing how small you looked next to him…

Once that’s set, then you can make Naoya work for it.

I'm short myself, 5' to be precise (154) so everyone is naturally taller than me lmao but damn.... tall men... my weakness.......................... and Naoya? oof.... dreamy 😏❤️

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! I'll do my best to get to the other adorable one you sent me 🥺❤️ I love them all so so much agjkhasjkgasjkga I'm so honored you like my work 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you!!! keep them coming 🤭🤭

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

So I was re-watching the show and I had a thought about the dynamic between Zeus's kids. Ignore if you've answered this before, but how do her siblings feel about Persephone?

I kinda feel like there are parallels to Sally trying to keep Percy away from Olympian drama and Demeter trying to keep Persephone away from Olympian drama, only for both to fail badly. Not to mention that Persephone probably, for a brief period, turned into the kid Zeus paid attention to most, mostly because of how Demeter protested her marriage. I do have the HC that Persephone and Hermes get along the most, due to Hermes being the sibling to visit the Underworld the most, but what do you think? Hades might be a useful ally in a rebellion.

I haven't really thought much about Persephone's dynamic with everyone else🤔

However, I will touch on my thoughts on her relationship with Demeter and Apollo (in the RRverse) because those are the ones I know right off the top of my head.

With Demeter, I don't like the helicopter parent stereotype attributed to her. Contrary to the media's beliefs, Demeter's panic is very sound considering her daughter was. ya know. kidnapped.

it was an arranged marriage! yeah yeah it's still kidnapping, and Persephone screamed for help. it's all there in the Hymn to Demeter.

because of this, Demeter and Persephone had a very loving mother-daughter relationship imo. Demeter also wasn't against Persephone marrying, btw. In the Orphic tradition, Demeter prophesizes that Persephone would marry Apollo, though that never came to pass obviously (I have a silly take on this in a bit sit tight).

Now Apollo :D the fun starts here.

SO. PERSEPHONE'S PLAYMATES WERE ATHENA AND ARTEMIS. Additionally, as mentioned previously, Demeter was like "oh yeah Persephone's gonna marry Apollo one day".

SO I PRESENT-

Apollo & Persephone are BFFs, and Demeter is the mom who sees her daughter has a boy friend and starts shipping them XD

Persephone: MOM WE'RE JUST FRIENDS

Demeter: You look so cute together!

Persephone: MOM YOU'RE SO EMBARRESSING hides face

also! there's another myth that adds on to this headcanon of mine :D

People think Demeter causes winter. She does not - she just stops the plant growth.

Apollo lets winter happen when he takes his vacations to Hyperborea :D

SO I PROPOSE-

Apollo aligned his vacations during the time Persephone is in the Underworld because fuck it if he can't hang with his BFF during this time of year might as well do his vacation instead so he has more time during the spring/summer months with her then!

BACK TO DEMETER BEING A SHIPPER-

Remember this scene in The Last Olympian?

The older lady harrumphed. "I warned you, daughter. This scoundrel Hades is no good. You could've married the god of doctors or the god of lawyers, but noooo. You had to eat the pomegranate."

Apollo is the god of healing. He also hold dominion over law, and played defense attorney for Orestes.

...DEMETER STILL SHIPS PERSEPOLLO TO THIS DAY XD

she presents it to Persephone like she has two options but they're the same person LMAO

I also wanna talk about the whole 'Demeter forbid Apollo from going near her kids' thing too! Because with the context of this^, it makes you wonder why.

...but then you realize that maybe it was because of the above she forbid him from her kids - or more specifically, she forbid him because he didn't marry Persephone XD

So she ships them. But also she's salty she didn't get her favorite nephew for a son-in-law to marry her favorite daughter and therefore banned him from her kids.

Seems counter-productive, but you do you Demeter lmao XD

(and yes, Hades would be a useful ally in a rebellion...hehehehe)

[vint-knight]

Epic The Wisdom Saga Ranking:

SO I really loved this saga so here's my ranking and if you guys want to, you can add it your list by rebloging as well!

1: Little Wolf: Just from the start with Antinous being cold and vicious, Aryon killed it as always, I thought it would just be a long fight of Tele vs Antinous until it would end with either Penelope or Athena (perhaps both saving him in the last moment) But I was genuinely surprised to see Athena appear and aid Telemachus, also their dynamic is cute, and the animation, Liam Davidson delivered it with the videogame aspect of it and Luzia coming with the absolute beautiful animation and expressions, especially Telemachus, and Teagan just throws it out of the park here, I really love her voice that she has been doing since the rereleased Troy/Cyclops Saga albums and how it goes from a Tele getting his ass kicked, to Tele getting some aid but still getting beat up, while leaving some bruises to Antinous and how the Little Wolf taunt was more used like a compliment.

2: Love in Paradise: I would have thought this was gonna be like at the bottom (not in terms of bad, but just not quite top tier) first off the Time-Dive by Mircsy was absolute mind-blowing, from Aeolus, to Poseidon which I really liked because of how quick the "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" to Circe, Tiresias, Sirens, Scylla which has a really cool shot! and then ending with Thunder Bringer, then we have Gigi! her animation was amazing as always, we get introduced to Calypso who is played by the wonderful Barbara Wangui! she sounds so fun and playful but I like the general creepy vibes given to Calypso, then the cliff scene this absolutely shocked me then I remembered it was accurate to how Homer's Odysseus felt almost sucidial during his time on Ogygia, the belting Jorge lets out, letting out every single part of Odysseus's anguish before screaming for Athena, absolutely gut-wrenching it almost made me tear up

3: We'll Be Fine: I love this song so much, the absolute feels you can feel from Teagan's Athena, the guilt she feels that she can't even sleep, also noticed some lyrics were changed like "When I'll never left home shores" which I find intriguing, the growing friendship between Tele and Athena is just so wholesome and love the ending with him trying to lean his head on her shoulder then falling on his face lmao

4: Legendary: This was absolutely a great start, MICO as Telemachus was absolutely incredible and very proud of how he portrayed Telemachus, nice that Argos is shown following (sad that he was failing to catch Tele because he's a very old dog who's sick) a perfect song to show how a son wants to live up to his father that he never got to meet, the "Man of The House" callback with the suitors and Antinous being an absolute asshole, "DON'T YOU DARE CALL MY MOTHER A TRAMP" from Tele was delivered so well, showing how much respect and protectiveness he has for his mama.

5: God Games: Honestly I would have thought this was going to be at least at the top 1 or 2 for the list, obviously everyone did great, Brandon as Apollo was amazing, love how nonchalant he seemed, wish his part was a bit more longer (but he is LVL1, so it makes sense in video game terms) Hephaestus was quite good, Jorge's dad did amazing and the fact he's also a builder is very ironic, I was quite fine with his part being short because if the "Odysseus took Achilles's armour that Hephaestus specifically made for Achilles" because EPIC doesn't stay too long on the Trojan War (besides references and callbacks etc etc) Janani K. Jha and Earle Grensham Jr did SO GOOD as Ares and Aphrodite, love the fact that Aphrodite's love domain isn't just romantic or lustful love, it's motherly love as well, then we have POSEY as Hera!, love the disco music part of Hera's music, also Anniflamma's animation was so cute and funny! with Athena awkwardly dancing along with Hera, then we have Zeus's part.... alright first off Luke Holt POPPED OFF on this one, his voice was so intimidating here then in Thunder Saga or Troy Saga, the "Thunder Bringer" being brought back with that deep tone he brought in, but I do have some criticism which is I wish Zeus had more words to say, also did not like how he came off like a sore loser (he can be that in the myths sometimes) But I thought it more off like he was actually ashamed of Athena trying so hard to defend this "man full of shame" which in my opinion makes me think that he also felt shame was gonna be brought upon him for the fact The King of Gods's daughter basically going all this way to free one mortal man, besides that I love the small flashback with Athena and baby Telemachus which shows how determined that she is not only doing this for Odysseus, but for his son, then the end was okay, nice to see Ares was genuinely concerned for her, same for the other gods and it ending with Athena being unconscious (also the red blood is kinda explained as her becoming more human by Gwendy who did the last animation for God Games) still like the song but wished it was more longer

[dannystheone]

Welcome home!!! So exciting to hear from you again!

Can I ask what your South Park fic is going to be? Who’s the lee/ler?

Thank you so much! I still can't believe it lmao

Sure! I decided to just put the fic here lol

I had this idea over deployment and I kicked myself cause why didn't I think of it before lol

Here is the mash-up song that is referenced in the fic! I know super last year LMAO stop I haven't been here

also sorry if my formatting is weird and my writing is rusty it's obviously been a while but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

WARNINGS: Cursing, references to SH (self harm) and drinking

Which Song? (Lee/Ler Jersey Shore Kyle/ Lee/Ler Goth Stan) (aged up)

Jersey Shore!Kyle and Goth!Stan are having a sleepover and decided to pull out the karaoke for this one! But which song can they agree on despite their differing tastes?

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"Hey, Stan. Stan- Stan. Watch me." Stan looked up begrudgingly to Kyle with one pierced eyebrow raised expectantly. Well, it was a stud glued on to his skin, but he would never admit it. Stan watched as Kyle flipped his black cap backward on his head and donned stylish black shades.

Kyle adopted a stance that showed off his lean yet toned torso and picked up his phone to start taking selfies. Wearing a tight white tank top and Elmo pajama bottoms that hung off his hips, Stan was his complete opposite dressed in all baggy blacks and grays.

"What? I'm watching you make thirst traps? You're gross." Stan rolled his eyes and looked back down at his phone. Alt TikTok was his current addiction. Anyone who danced on Tik-Tok like mindless zombies were posers.

Kyle snorted at his best friend and crossed the room to throw his arm over Stan's shoulders and snapped a photo. It came out blurry as Stan struggled in his grip.

"Ah come on Stan, you're no fun anymore. Come on, you can sing with me." Stan shoved Kyle off as Kyle was already moving to the karaoke machine. Kyle pressed a button on the machine that booted up a song immediately. Kyle tipped his shades down to look at Stan with green-tinted eyes as he pointed at Stan with one hand and held a microphone with his other as the first notes of his song began to play. Stan rolled his eyes once more as he scratched near his eyelid, shedding black eyeshadow in the process.

"Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in stooore~ Giving it your all when you're dancing on me-" Kyle rocked his hips in tune with the music which Stan stifled both a groan and a blush at the same time at that; very confusing.

-"I wanna see if you can gimme some more~ You can be my girl and I can be your man, and we can pump this jam however you waaant~ Pump it from the side pump it upside down-" Kyle lifted one leg onto the couch and started humping the air in tune to the song, to which Stan stood up abruptly and crashed into him to get him to stop.

"Alright alright alright! Quit it!" Stan clicked a button on the machine that paused the song, silence filling its place. Kyle tsked, disappointed as he threw his arms up.

"Dude it was getting good, what the fuck?! Turn it back on." Kyle pressed the button to turn the song back on, but the machine didn't respond. Kyle pressed it a few more times, to no avail, and kicked it out of frustration. "This shit's gahbage. Need to get a new one, it's been acting up lately."

"Or the machine just doesn't want to play your shitty-ass song. Here, I'll show you what real music is. Not this disgusting Disney pop trash." Stan programmed the machine to play a new song, and snagged the microphone from Kyle, but not without a flirtatious wink from Kyle first. Stan's cheeks burned an uncharacteristic red as the first few notes of the song began to play. He began to sing.

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight. That's why my wrists are so sooore~" Kyle gave Stan a bewildered look as Stan kept going.

"I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore. Everybody drinking, shot glasses on the floor. We be clubbing all night, gimme some more-" Now it was Kyle's turn to shut off the machine. Stan petered out the last few words without the song's help and whirled around to face Kyle.

"Hey, what the hell? It was getting to the good part!" Stan asked angrily. Kyle put his hands on his hips and motioned to Stan.

"You call that music? They're talking about cutting themselves and whores for Christ's sake!" Kyle rose his voice while adjusting his shades, which riled Stan up as well.

"What about your song with you humping the damn air? That's not inappropriate?! Turn it back on, I said." Stan reached to turn the music back on the machine, but Kyle gripped his wrist before he could make it. Stan attempted to wrench his hand back but Kyle kept a firm hold on him.

"Hell no. We either listen to my music or not. I'm not catching your depression from your emo My Chemical Romance crap." That was Stan's final straw. With a growl, Stan launched himself at Kyle and took him to the floor. Kyle's shades and cap were knocked off his head as Stan straddled his hips. Stan knew he'd have to take the advantage as soon as possible because he did NOT have a physical advantage over Kyle. It was a part of the Jersey aesthetic for men to be ripped, and Kyle was indeed that while Stan was...not.

So Stan tore down Kyle's defenses the only way he knew how. Stan started scribbling his fingers in between the spaces of Kyle's lower ribs and sides; Kyle already bubbling up in laughter as he wriggled on the carpet.

"My music is not Emo you wanna-be Jersey Shore copycat. It's better than anything you've ever played!" Stan yelled, his black lipstick staining the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since he touched up his makeup, but that would have to wait. He would have to teach this lesson to Kyle quick before he tried any retaliation.

Kyle's red hair splayed on the carpet as he laughed and tried to grab Stan's wrists. "Pffmt- Stahahan! Stohohop thahat!" Funnily enough, in his laughing fit, his Jersey accent mysteriously disappeared. Kyle's eyes squinted as his smile took up his face; Stan's hand spidering his hard stomach. How could he have this many abs and still be so sensitive, Stan thought distantly.

"No, this is the only way you'll listen. You're not only calling my music Emo, but you also called it crap." Stan's next point was drowned out by Kyle's outpour of laughter as Stan kneaded an exceptionally mean thumb in Kyle's bare hip divet. Wearing his pajama pants so low had its consequences. Kyle's eyes were screwed shut as he was temporarily too weak to fight back."STAhahahan! Gehehehet ohohohoff!" Kyle yelled out and wriggled like a worm on a hook.

"Hmph, your fault for wearing your pants so low. I mean, who does that? It's like you're asking for this to happen. This is why your music and fashion tastes are questionable at best. See, if you would pay attention to any of the Goth Tiktoks I send you, we'd agree a lot more often." Stan grew way too comfortable with the situation in his position. He attempted to hold both of Kyle's wrists in one of his hands, which Kyle easily broke out of.

Kyle's hand shot out to start squeezing the closest part of Stan to him. It was Stan's knee that was exposed through his baggy jeans. Stan yelped and folded to the side, crumbling easily. Kyle popped up and dove in, causing Stan to shriek. Kyle's face was flushed and his curls bounced around his forehead while his fingers squished and kneaded into his best friend.

"W-Wahahait wahait waihait! No nohoho no I'm SAH-! I'm sohohohrry!" Stan fought to bring his knees up to his belly to protect himself, but Kyle found weak spots all over him. He squished Stan's sides, which made Stan cover his sides, and when his hands were out of the way he kneaded into his hips, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, talk about my accent leaving? You raised 3 octaves in your voice! I've never heard you so loud. You know maybe if you spoke up more often, I'd actually care about your opinion on my tastes." Kyle swung a leg around Stan's thighs to force one of them down and attacked his belly with one hand. Stan's tummy was definitely softer than Kyle's, with some chub around his belly button. Which just so happens to be ridiculously ticklish. Stan yelped as Kyle repeatedly squished the patch of chub over and over again.

"KYhyhyhyhle! Stohohohop stohohop stop! Nohohot thehehere!" Kyle was unfazed at his best friend's reaction. He knew when Stan really needed it to stop, and he wasn't nearly there yet.

"Huh, I wonder what would happen if I recorded this and sent it to your uppity black-clothed douchebag friends. You think they would kick you out of their dick-sucking club- GAH!" Stan didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wrench his grip out of Kyle's hold and shoved his hand up Kyle's armpit and started to scribble.

"Youhohohou ahahahasshole! Gehehehet ohohout of thehehere!" Kyle winced as Stan rose higher and shook his hand in the sensitive spot.

"Yeah? Well what if I recorded this and sent it to your orange spray-tanned "5-seconds-of-fame" seeking asshole friends and show them what a poser you are? I'm sure anyone THIS incredibly ticklish couldn't fit in-" Kyle reached forward and gripped Stan's hip and started to knead. Stan fell backward on the carpet of the living room like a felled tree. Kyle smirked at how easy it was to disarm his friend.

"You're one to talk aren't you, huh Cabbage? Well, you won't be talking in a second." Kyle's chain escaped his tank top as he thrust forward and started squishing into Stan's belly. Stan shrieked a manly sound as he started to curl up into his defensive ball.

"Shuhu-ahahaha! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Stan yelled out. Kyle snorted at Stan's attempt at being intimidating. Stan reached out and did what he could. Kyle's chain glinted in his eye as he grabbed the cross and yanked it off Kyle's neck. Stan kept it in a tight grip in his fist and raised it above his head.

Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes as he simply started scratching his fingers in Stan's armpit. Stan instinctively shot his elbow down to save himself as Kyle attempted to pry his fingers open.

"Give that back asshole! It's my only Ed Hardy chain!" As Kyle was distracted trying to get his chain back, Stan reached forward and scribbled his fingers in Kyle's ribs. Kyle winced as he tried his hardest to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore his side getting squished. Kyle let go of Stan's hand and angrily squished Stan's kneecap to get back at him, to which Stan yelped and kicked his leg out reflexively. His Converse-covered foot kicked the glitchy karaoke machine.

Both Stan and Kyle stopped respectively at the loud clank; their hearts beating wildly in their chests. The machine made some whirring sounds, like recording and re-recording and wires getting crossed. Suddenly, a song started to play. The last two songs that were recently played on the machine glitched into one melody.

"Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight?"

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight."

"I wanna see what you got in stooore~"

"That's why my wrists are so sooore~"

Kyle looked to Stan; his makeup smeared and his hair tousled. He lost his beanie somewhere in the fight. Stan looked to Kyle, his tank top half drug up and his hair a mess. Stan silently handed Kyle over his chain and shrugged his shoulders.

"This song actually..." Stan started.

"...sounds pretty fucking good." Kyle finished. They both smirked at each other, everything wordlessly forgiven as it always was since they were kids, and picked up the microphone, where they proceeded to sing their hearts out for the rest of the night.

[crazyrav3n]

The devil's mark - Peter Steele x reader Chapter 2

beginning conflict :3

"I'm mostly sober- let me drive you home sweet thing," Peter muttered, and you couldn't help but giggle at his words. "Mostly sober." It would be fine- he had only had a little bit to drink. Your vision was- really blurry and it felt amazing. You felt amazing. You felt warm- you felt a little tingle on your cheeks, growing warm. Peter grabbed his keys and paid his tab- also paying your tab. it didn't bother you- you were too shitfaced to really care about most right now. Standing up, it felt like your legs had betrayed you. you wobbled around- creating a laugh from Peter as he wrapped an arm around the back of your waist, stabilizing you.

He put you in the passenger seat of his car, buckling your seat belt with a small giggle as he stared at you. There was very obviously- romantic tension between you two.

He clicked the keys in, and as you heard the car start and felt it begin to move you felt more slumped and tired by the second. Ugh. You would have a hangover in the morning, at least you didn't have much to do tomorrow anyway.

Closing your eyes before you felt a callused palm reach for your thigh, softly rubbing his thumb over the skin of your thigh. It tickled a little, or maybe you were just drunk. It felt comfortable- he was quite warm.

Before you knew it, you were asleep. your eyelids.. slowly blinking and fading out of vision and you... were...

gone.

.

.

(honk mimimimimimimi)

.

.

Ugh... What the fuck?

My head…

Your head horribly throbbed from the alcohol from last night, not remembering much from the night previous. Besides- a phone number written down on a note on your table. Fuck. Did I hook up with someone last night?

No.. It was- that strange guy from last night.

Peter.

.

Later- after a little sleep Y/N finally got to work with cleaning a little bit. They ate some food, nothing too bad.

“Should I text?“ The question pondered in my head. It would be nice to know if we hooked up last night- but there weren't any really signs that we did.

“Hey, this is Y/N from the bar.”

You typed the message slowly after entering the phone number into your phone, producing a sigh from you.

Was this a good idea? Meeting a random guy from the bar?

Fuck it. It had been a while since you had dick, why not try it?

.

Peter: Hi there sweet thing.

Peter: You were shitfaced last night.

Y/N: I was? I don't remember anyway.

Y/N: Did we hook up? Anything? Just for safety?

Peter: Lmao. No, I just took you back to your place. I wish.

“I wish.”

Fuck.

Peter: you interested in going to a party? I'm supposed to invite everyone I can.

And out of the impulse and head over heels you were for this man-

Y/N: Where is it at?

Peter: XXX Notarealaddress Ave. Starts at 12 Tonight

Y/N: I'll be there.

-

I mean, college is about partying, isn't it?

And drinking more for sure gets rid of a hangover.

It had been a while since you were even involved with a guy-

It was so hard to even keep up with your classes, it was insane to think about having a relationship. Maybe it would be better as hookup buddies.

It was hard to think- your brain filled up with so much fog from the pain of a headache.

Ugh.

Fuck me.

-

11:42

This was pretty late for a party- normally they started more around 8 or 9 PM.

I guess it all depends.

11:53

Loading yourself into your car, you put the keys in and gave it a start.

11:59

Your heart sinks as you scan the crowded party, out in the forest.

A great place for a party.

searching for Peter. When you finally spot him across the room, the sight makes you freeze. There he is - the famous Peter Steele - locked in a passionate kiss with a stunning woman you don't recognize. He's on top of her, tongues in each other's mouth and it almost makes you sick to your stomach to see it.

Time seems to stand still as you process the scene before you. The pulsing music and chatter of the party fade into the background. You feel a confusing mix of emotions wash over you - disappointment, jealousy, embarrassment at your own naivety. How could I think he would like me?

We- we were just friends. Nothing more.

Taking a deep breath, you try to compose yourself. You debate whether to quietly slip away unnoticed or to put on a brave face and mingle as if nothing's wrong. Just then, Peter's eyes flick open and lock with yours across the room. His expression shifts to one of surprise as he pulls away from the woman with a smile on his face- to see you.

Why are you this jealous? You guys- aren't even anything. God damn it.

Fuck him- fuck everything.

Tears well up in your eyes as the reality of the situation hits you. You shouldn't feel this way - after all, you and Peter are just friends. But the ache in your chest is undeniable. Blinking rapidly to hold back the tears, you turn and make your way through the crowd towards the exit.

People give rude glances to you as you wander off.

As you push past people, you hear a familiar voice calling your name. Footsteps approach from behind, and suddenly Peter is there, his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong? Where are you going?" he asks, concern evident in his deep voice. It's that same stupid silky voice from before. You know you shouldn't be mad, but you can't fucking help it.

You freeze, torn between the desire to run and the need to face him. Slowly, you turn around, struggling to keep your composure.

"I... I'm fine," you manage to say, your voice wavering. "I just.. Feel sick. I'm going home.“

Peters's brow furrows.

“Did something happen- did I do something Y/N?”

The worry in his voice only makes the situation worse- more tears fall from your face.

You cant do anything besides shake your head- look away and run off back to your truck.

A sigh of relief comes over you as you get inside, starting the car before Peter can reach it and quickly drive off.

Turning the radio on, pumping up the music loudly to distract yourself… But it doesn't help. Nothing helps.

You shouldn't feel this way.

He just saw you as a friend.

[finchers-ipad]

SE7EN FUN FACTS!! (SPOILER WARNING)

these are my favourite facts/little details about the production!!! a lot of them are from the dvd commentary, ‘David Fincher: Mindgames’ book and other random interviews i have consumed! :)

(thank you to @loosebonez for giving to an excuse to dump these and itch my brain!!)

- Fincher wanted to keep Kevin Spacy out of the marketing campaign for se7en so that his reveal would be all the more shocking, this included not having him in trailers, posters and even his name not being on the opening credits (and on letterboxd Spacey’s name isn’t at the top of the cast list like it normally would be for such a big role but it’s at the very bottom of the cast list, which is very cool and epic of letterboxd)

- (related) in the promotional material , the scene of John Doe’s phone call to Mills and Somerset is included, and because they were keeping Kevin Spacy out of the campaign, FINCHER DOES THE VOICE OF JOHN DOE WHICH IS SO FUCKING COOL!!

- Fincher wanted the film to be a “no colour, colour movie” and therefore kept the production and set design to a very gray/black/green colour pallet so that when colour is used it has impact and draws the audiences attention (seen most notably with the colour red for blood, Johns prison outfit being red to show he is a threat and stand out and the neon red cross over John Doe’s bed)

- Fincher was sent the wrong script when being asked to do the film, as there was multiple versions of the ending, and the ending he was supposed to be sent was one where Mills’s dog’s head is in the box at the end instead of Tracys head. it was in Brad Pitt’s contract that he would only do the film if it had the head in the box ending

- an extra in the back of the barbershop scene was drunk on set, and the extra sat in the chair was worried that he was going to cut him with a straight razor (which was real and not a prop because the props department ran out of them lmao)

- Clive Piercy and John Sabel, who designed John Doe’s diary’s spent 2 months and around $15000 (i found that number online but idk how accurate it is) to HANDWRITE a lot of the diary’s. obviously not all of them are hand written but the ones given close ups on camera and in the opening credits are. there are around 2000 notebooks. there is a special feature section on the dvd where you can listen to them explain how they created them and the ideas behind the information they put in them, it’s very interesting i highly recommend it :3

- in the back of the leather store scene, John Doe can be seen looking at Mills and Somerset through the window from the outside, he even has a limp like the guy working there mentioned. he has a limp because he cut his leg on a window when Mills was chasing him earlier in the film.

- se7en was heavily inspired by the neo-nior films of the 70’s such as ‘The French Connection’

- Andrew Kevin Walker (the scriptwriter) makes a cameo at the beginning of the film as the dead guy at the first crime scene before the opening credits

- Fincher and Arthur Max (production designer) wanted the city that the film is set to be nameless and unrecognisable, which lets the audience think that this type of crime can be going on in any city and all around them. they ensured the anonymity of the city by removing and changing street signs, creating police cars with their own unique design to the film. they also did no large establishing shots of the city, and if they did, they were shots of building exteriors and general unrecognisable images

-Fincher and Pitt both agreed that Mills is a selfish character, and should be presented as such. they amplified this by adding David and Tracey’s dogs last minute, to show that he is so selfish as to move these big dogs into a small city apartment

- there is a deleted scene of Somerset checking out a new house in the country side, which would have been at the beginning of the film and they really liked this cute little cottage that they filmed it at but it was RIGHT next to a maximum security prison so they had to put these massive barrels of hay in-front of the barbed wire to block the view of the prison 😭

- not a fact but the dvd commentary for se7en is available on spotify and it has the audio from the film too which is really cool (please listen to it just to hear how crazy Arthur Max’s voice is)

THANK YOU FOR READING MY INFO DUMP!!! i fucking love this film (if you couldn’t tell already) and i honestly probably have more facts but these are my favourites that come to mind!!! crazy film with silly guys that established Fincher as a director :) (sorry about any spelling mistakes) <3

[flower-of-the-desert]

Guardian vol 2

Putting some of my thoughts of the second volume here. I'm very excited to continue reading the last part too, this story is definitely one of my new favourites. Under the cut for spoilers.

I had a lot of fun with the backstories and reveals in this volume. Like even tho I know some of what was coming mainly with Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan's backstories, I was still surprised by the details and the actual sequence of events in the past. Also the image of Zhao Yunlan as an old god who's slowly lost all hope and faith in humanity and the heavens to the point that he's willing to destroy everything and start anew is sooooo interesting and like, so much to chew there!

Speaking of that, so far Zhao Yunlan is topping my list of sexiest characters ever along with my faves wenzhou. He's so cocky and competent and sexy and clever and seductive AND SEXY DID I MENTION THAT jdsbskjd some of the lines he says to Shen Wei are so swoon-worthy I'm dead on the floor. I love how much he doesnt give a fuck about pissing off anyone as long as he can take care of what he deems /his/.

I didn't feel as strongly connected to Shen Wei probably because he doesn't really get much focus or at least not as much as Zhao Yunlan. I really liked whenever we got little glimpses into what's going on in his head and obviously really REALLY liked when the flashbacks started introducing how he used to be at the very beginning when Kunlun first met him (that first meeting scene was HILARIOUS AND I LOVED IT). I hope there is more of his pov in the last volume.

Also speaking of the flashbacks, ok I'm wondering something - I feel like the flashback we got at the end wasn't the full extend of what happened? Because that scene goes from their first meeting to then a couple of weeks later? when everything ends and Kunlun dies. And we don't really see what happens bw Kunlan seeing this demon boy for the first time and deciding he's trustworthy enough to make him the sole guardian of the seal. Also the way present day Shen Wei talks about Kunlun makes it seem they spent A LOT more time together, not just dealing with the floods and other disasters.

BTW THE SEXIEST SCENE FOR ME WHEN ZHAO YUNLAN GOES ALL CRAZY AND POSSESSIVE AT THE THOUGHT OF SHEN WEI DYING??? Feeling insane about it tbh

Another subplot and subsequent reveal I really liked was the whole thing with Chu Shuzhi. That I definitely didn't see coming lmao

Also is it me or are there some ✨ vibes ✨between him and Guo Changcheng?? Pls tell me I'm not imagining it.

Shen Wei's utter devotion to Zhao Yunlan is so heart-clutchingly intense and I just looove when a character is so down bad. Which is also true about Zhao Yunlan who is SO ready and willing for the whole marriage/house/picket fence life. It's really lovely to read how badly he wants that with Shen Wei.

I said in my other post that I really do think they're like obsessed with each other on a cosmic level that transcends all their lives and years and that's so delicious tbh. Most reincarnation stories I've read make that a source of conflict for the couple and I'm really interested to see how this plays out with weilan. Zhao Yunlan doesnt seem bothered that he's had previous lives or that Shen Wei first fell in love with his past self but more like he and Kunlun were/are the same person, just reincarnated through time?

Last thing I want to mention, it took me a while to get it but I am a BIG fan of the way Shen Wei's darker violent urges pop up here and there concerning Zhao Yunlan and then he doesnt act on them because he literally can't bear the thought and is not physically capable of doing anything that might harm his beloved.

PRIEST REALLY KNOWS HOW TO WRITE SEXY MALE CHARACTERS AND ROMANCE ✨✨✨ and I am so seated.

[codename-adler]

[Haikyū!!] DIY Ask Game

doing this myself bc i'm anxious and making lists makes me feel safe. also bc sometimes you want to answer ask games so bad but nobody sends them...... eh.

First character you liked: Tanaka, my funny bald hype man. He still manages to have soft spot in my heart, to this day, and always. Truly underrated, imo.

Love @ first sight: Kenma (˃ᆺ˂) & Kuroo

First character you strongly disliked: ...Tsukishima

Hate @ first sight: ...Tsukishima

First favorite character: Kenmaaa 🫶

Favorite character now: still Kenma & Kuroo ofc 😭, but also Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tendou, Kiyoomi, Atsumu (derogatory), Noya and Yaku my libero boyos

Character you strongly dislike now: Tsukki you are never escaping my hater ass i respects u fr fr bruh

Character you did not expect to like as much as you do now: Tendou!!! i was fr scared of him at first, and now he is baby

Character you did not expect to dislike as much as you do now: no one tbh, my hating game's been pretty consistent (lies. i could never hate any of them. none!), tho i have to say that i also don't really enjoy Yamaguchi's character come to think of it... got mads respect for Gucci

First pairing you shipped: Kuroken <3

Favorite ship now: Sakuatsu, Iwaoi, and Kuroken still (+ Brokuroo them morons are life)

Other ship(s) you read fics about / like: Ushiten, Semiten, Kurodai, Bokuosa, Kagehina

Pairing(s) you strongly dislike: well anything Tsukki really... but especially, especially Kurotsuki (Tsukiyama's fine tho) oh and Ushihina & Sakuwaka & Atsuhina.

Crackship you like: Matsuhana let's gooo! also Aone x Asahi is cute

Rarepair/Crackship you like but are lowkey very serious about: Osamu x Meian, Bokuatsu

Favorite m/f pairing: there's only really Kiyotana, but damn do they deliver

Character you think you are most like: this has been a plague on my mind ever since my first watch. nowadays i think i would say Asahi? or Fukunaga. subject to change. hold on—I might be Makki actually o_o

Favorite female character: not a lot there to begin with, but i do appreciate Saeko and Natsu

Sexiest character: IWA-CHAN, Kiyoomi, Kuroo, Atsumu (derogatory), Oikawa (derogatory), Suna

Favorite uniform/outfit: Karasuno boys for the school uniform - Aoba Johsai in close second and for the girls too - MSBY for volleyball as well as Nekoma 😍 and Seijoh || fav outfit that got me down bad is, like all of us mere mortals, Iwa in his hoodie & jean jacket casual combo

Favorite position 😏: Libero!! Yaku and Noya take my breath away every time, but it’s also the role i’d want to play if i were part of a volley team! i think i’d do ok (lmao)

Favorite character name: Iwaizumi Hajime

Favorite motto: 飛べ Fly (Karasuno)

Favorite quote(s): "Don't you ever forget my worthless pride." - Oikawa Tooru to Ushijima *CHILLS*

Favorite scene/episode: Uhhhh too many why did i put myself inthis position. Training Camp obviously!!! but also the Shiratorizawa match arc, for the Tendou content 🔥 and i can't not mention the Seijoh matches for the Iwaoi content and the Matsuhana crumbs.

Unpopular opinion: *sigh* this will get me killed–i do not care for Akaashi. i wish i understood him more, got to see more of what’s underneath. i love Bokuto, and i'm sorry babe, but his character and physique are really just average to me. and i've already got the Tsukki kinners and lovers on my case, so yeah, i'll be dead by sundown. while i’m at it, same goes for Kita-san. i’m sorry!! always mad respect tho 👍

Favorite fic(s): Stick with You (Sakuatsu) by lettersinpetals without a fuckin' doubt. Also i'll mention the latest 2 fics i read, Lockdown and The Loyalty of a Traitor (both Iwaoi) by DeathBelle because they are a pillar of the HQ fics community and their shit hits every goddamn time and it hurts so gooddddd 🤌

Favorite art: @amezure @fullwarmth @iinoruu @amalasdraws @viria @dictearchive @mookie000art @cranbearly (soodyo) and so many more that i can't remember off the top of my head but i thank you all for your dedicated work and creativity to the fandom 🫡😩🧡 oh and special love to @gayaest for their paravolley AU art <3

Character(s) you like to write/draw the most: have done neither officially yet, but i do have a Sakuatsu x Grey's Anatomy WIP, so i guess them?

Pairing(s) you like to write/draw the most: ^^

Favorite AU(s): Post-Time Skip, College AU, Mafia/Yakuza/Detective/FBI/Police AU (ik, ew & ACAB, but somehow for hq this one hits)

Guilty pleasure?: BokuAkaKuroKen - TikTok skits & memes & dance animations - my Sakuatsu MCD wip ^^

Favorite Opening: oh god... there's only 1 i don't like (u know the one)... i HAVE to say before i answer, this anime's intros are hits after hits after hits, and they hold such a precious and nostalgic feeling in my heart 😭 ok i'm allowing myself two: Imagination (S1PT1, SPY AIR) & FLY HIGH!! (S2PT2, BURNOUT SYNDROMES). honorable mention to the few first seconds of Hikariare 🫶

Favorite Ending: Tenshi Gaechi (S1PT1, NICO Touches the Walls)

Favorite team: Canonically, Nekoma and MSBY. Fanonically, Seijoh, MSBY still, and Shiratorizawa. (obv my heart always soars when Karasuno wins bc that's the way the story is supposed to make you feel! but i love them dearly so.)

Team you dislike the most: none? i'm not fond of Date Tech, but i appreciate Aone, and none of the teams are villains, just antagonists from the Karasuno pov.

And for the finale, Favorite meme(s): god so many this fandom has the best

obviously there are many more questions i wanted to fill in but this was getting too long and it's already OOC for my blog, but i encourage all of you to fill my asks inbox with anything you wanna know about my haikyuu fan experience!! 🫶🏐

i'll be filling in this lil questionnaire for other of my fandoms, and feel free to use the template and reblog with your responses!! 🤍

[littlespoonevan]

You can't say you have a specific call or scene in mind for those music choices and not share!!!

Anonymous asked: https://www.tumblr.com/littlespoonevan/752482136680005632/now-that-i-know-all-your-favourite-music-moments Can you tell us about the song call related that wins ?

okay i feel like i should've clarified i don't have like, Detailed scenes for most of those songs - just a general idea for the type of scene/call i could see it in askjdfhs but here is my take anyway:

I Was Made For Lovin’ You - KISS

ironically, i had an idea forever ago about a call to a movie set where an action stunt goes wrong so given this was the main song in the fall guy it feels very appropriate lmao. basically in my head there exists an episode about best friends where they keep getting calls about best friends and in this particular call, the two best friends are the stunt actors one and one of them confesses their love to the other in the midst of their panicked tangent while the other one is hurt/getting treated (yes this hypothetical episode ends with buddie feelings realisation obviously aksjdfh)

Barracuda - Heart

okay i don't have a specific scene for this but i do think it should match the energy of buck and eddie standing on top of the firetruck as it's moving to catch that sky diver in 3x11, like show me them doing something Cool

Time of the Season - The Zombies

i actually wanted this to be in the blackout arc lol. i think i was even talking to someone about it at the time too??? basically i thought it'd be Great as an opening montage song a la pressure in 2x01. and in line with that, i also think it'd be Great montage song if there was another heatwave (buddie secret relationship making out at the side of the firetruck a la bathena yes/yes?????)

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & Papas

i wanted this to be in the season 6 opener askdjh i think it was when we were still theorising about the bathena cruise in s6 and the potential of a storm????? again, a very good opening montage song that could be a harbinger of an incoming disaster (i do believe it would work really well for a storm since you have the rain sounds at the beginning of the song and the contradiction of the lyrics)

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme - ABBA

i also wanted this to be in the blackout arc lmfao. look, when i accidentally predicted the blackout arc back in the summer before s5 i had a way more fUN arc planned in my head than what happened and having the lyrics 'Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight Take me through the darkness to the break of the day' as part of an ep about a blackout is just very funny

i don't really have a specific call in mind for it but i do have a viscerally vivid image of buck jumping down from the truck like he did in the first call in treasure hunt while that song is playing overhead. also some people in the tags have suggested it playing on a call to a gay bar and i'd be very in favour of that askdjhf

Rasputin - Boney M.

this was originally the song i wanted playing in the stunt gone wrong scene lol

Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) - Backstreet Boys

i did literally just think of this one as i was making the poll but it would be so FUN!!!! halloween ep obviously, idk what context, but something along the lines of chim and the crow would be very funny. maybe something vampire-y/werewolf-esque to keep in theme with the music video. either way it should play during a call where the 118 is Freaked Out in an amusing way 👻

the poll is still active for another few hours if people feel like voting!! 🥰

[milogreer]

david, obviously

@angelicaether asked: David for the send me a character ask game ^^

thank you both !! let's talk about our beloved alpha 🫶🏼 ↳ send me a character!

My first impression: REALLY REALLY GOOD. really good. immediately felt on top of the world getting to be a little shithead bc i love to push a tsundere’s buttons. i did get so embarrassed listening to one of them that i had to stop listening for the night LMAO that didn’t have anything to do with david himself but it was related to the jealousy audio

My impression now: a new davey audio is like a one way ticket to sleepy town for me, he is such a comforting presence and his voice is like magic. i love him very much and i don’t know if it’s because he’s courtney’s fave or because i’m a milo girl or what, but he’s like a brother in law to me most of the time. and i have like…. object impermanence with him HAHA like i tend to forget just how much i adore him until he comes back around. i can sit here and be like “teehee he’s my BIL!” but if i were to go listen to a davey audio rn i’d get all melty 😭 he’s like a sleeper agent

A favorite thing: nooobodyyyy does family like david. NOBODY. getting the pack in line when they started bullying milo too much. taking milo to the side after the inversion to make sure he knows that no matter what, he’s still going to be part of the pack. sharing stories of gabe with angel. agreeing to a double wedding with his best friend so they can celebrate being with their unempowered mates in a grand, public display of love. everything he did for darlin. he would move hell itself for anyone in the pack

Least favorite thing: doesn’t like minecraft and his go to smash level is final destination with the smash ball only. where is your WHIMSY!

Favorite line/scene: hmm…. i haven’t listened to davey’s playlist in A While so this is hard. i think i’ve gotta go with the lottery ticket scene in the camping audio 💕 him asking angel to scratch it with him sent me into fuckin orbit with all the emotions i was experiencing. i love when david talks about gabe 🥺 it’s always so sweet

Favorite interaction they have with another: THE DAVID/DARLIN HUG MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. i was so glad he was there during that run of audios bc god knows darlin needed all the support they could get and the hug was really the icing on the cake. loveee when characters who don’t typically hug or seem the type to hug do finally get a hug 💖

A character that I wish they would interact with more: sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart oh my god please . PLEASE even with the party audios there is not nearly enough inter-pack mingling !!! those two going head to head in the smash tournament was sooo awesome

A headcanon: this kinda goes with my answer above bc i want them to be friends SO BADLY: i love the thought of davey and sweetheart exchanging horror movie recommendations and having in-depth discussions about them !! 

A song: teeth by aviators 😵‍💫💕 if anyone reading this hasn’t heard it then please listen to it rn it makes me feel feral

An unpopular opinion: JUSTICE FOR THE JEALOUSY AUDIO. i haven’t listened to it in a while but i stand by the opinion that angel was acting shady as hell for no reason and i mean maybe he was a little rough around the edges about it but he handled the situation better than i would’ve expected. i’ve seen people call him toxic and say they never would’ve stuck around but like would you have stuck around if you were in his shoes and the person you loved was acting the way angel did? the jealousy audio rly isn’t as bad as people make it out to be imho

[selfless-solipsist]

°˖✧ The Joke ✧˖° [Screwball]

(Yes, I wrote a Screwball x reader fanfic. Why? Because I had a funny idea lmao. This is mostly just pure comedy, but with a bit of fluff)

「 ✦ "Sensible? Who wants to be sensible when you can be silly!"✦ 」

╰┈➤ Dr Screwball Jones x Female Reader ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Their chemistry was blinding, but the conversation was a blackout.  

And the atmosphere was so unbelievably awkward, to the point where the waiters glanced over at them every two minutes, wondering what the hell they were doing. Though, to be completely honest, no one in this situation knew what was happening. 

Why?

Because the two sitting at the fancy restaurant were both obviously uncomfortable with the whole thing. Well, at least the woman seemed a bit more uneasy than her blind date, that she didn't expect to see mind you. But a certain floating banana (yes), being the eccentric character he was, had to break the ice with a pun.

"Well, well, well, what a peel-ing predicament we find ourselves in!"

...

"This is exactly why we got divorced."

Well, that was a good start.

"Heeey, you're supposed to laugh!" The man complained, his mustache acting like hands put on his hips. His big, round glasses hid his eyes, but there was a glimmer of annoyance in them, despite his cheerful tone. He hovered in the air, crossing his arms in a huff.

"I come up with the best puns and you don't laugh! It's a tragedy!"

"Yes, yes, we are tragically in the same room once more."

The woman rolled her eyes. It was incredible how easily she could remain emotionless. She was a force to be reckoned with, having the ability to remain calm in the most aggravating situations. And boy, was this aggravating. "We got divorced for a reason, you know."

"Yeah, because you have the sense of humor of a rock!"

Screwball exclaimed dramatically. Despite his voice being nasally and slightly high-pitch, he still managed to make quite a scene. "I told you that you'd never be able to handle my punny personality, and yet you married me anyway!"

"I thought I could handle it, but your jokes got on my nerves. Everything was a joke. Even sex." The woman said bluntly. She took a sip of her water and looked at her ex-husband, one eyebrow raised. She didn't seem the least bit flustered or embarrassed about the subject. Despite having a gorgeous, slender figure, she had the personality of a prickly cactus.

"How the hell was I supposed to take sex seriously when you're a human and I'm a banana?!" He yelled in a huff, his mustache-arms waving in front of his face, as if he was gesturing about the absurdity of the situation.

Honestly, the man was spouting facts.

"You gotta admit, it's an insane scenario! I mean, seriously, how does that even work? I don't have the anatomy of a man! I'm a damn fruit! How am I supposed to perform with any kind of expertise when I just don't have the tools for the job?! Besides sex is a joke!"

The woman groaned and put her head in her hands. This was exactly why they had divorced. She just couldn’t stand his behavior. "But it's supposed to be intimate! Not a 'laugh-fest', you imbecile. I thought you'd be sensible in situations like that..."

"Sensible? Who wants to be sensible when you can be silly!"

Screwball grinned, adjusting the top hat on his head. He wasn’t just going to let his former partner put him down like that. He had to defend himself! Even if his defense was absolutely ridiculous. "Laughter brings people together! If there's a room full of people, and onlyone person isn't laughing, guess who's the buzzkill?"

The woman narrowed her eyes. Even though she wasn't showing much outward annoyance, on the inside, she felt like throttling her idiotic, floating ex-husband. "And if there's a room full of people, and only oneperson is laughing, guess who's the weirdo?"

"Well, that's me!"

The floating banana proudly declared, waving his mustache arms in the air. He didn’t care that everyone thought he was weird - in fact, that was his goal! So for someone like ___ to point it out, it actually had the opposite effect. "And I am proud to be the weird one! That means I’m the only one who enjoys life to fullest! Why be normal when you can be ridiculous?! The more laughter the better!"

The woman internally facepalmed once more. His obnoxious attitude was already getting on her nerves. There was no way she would make it through the whole night without losing it on him. So feeling the need for a brain-numbing drink, she picked up the menu and started scouring the alcohol list. She silently cursed the dating app she had signed up for that landed her a date with this dumbass.

How did it even pair them up in the first place?

Honestly the universe was playing some kind of sick joke.

As she browsed through the list of alcohol, Screwball floated closer to her, peering over her shoulder. The top hat on his head shifted as he looked through the list too. And chuckled as he saw the large variety of drinks. "Haha, I see they've got a whole alphabet of alcohol on here! A, B, C...D... E..." The floating banana was obviously going to make the most out of this opportunity to be a smartass.

The woman let out an exasperated sigh, not even giving him the satisfaction of a response. She just wanted something that would make the night at least somewhat more tolerable. But as the two perused the list, the man continued obnoxiously listing all the letters of the alcohol, going in alphabetical order.

"F, G, H..."

...

"J, K... L, M..."

He was intentionally being as annoying as possible, and it was working.

The woman closed her eyes and mentally counted to ten, trying to ignore the floating banana's irritating voice as he continued listing the alcoholic beverages in the most annoying way possible. She was seriously considering the possibility of ordering something strong enough to knock herselfout, just so she wouldn't have to listen to him anymore. He was impossible. And even though she had a blank expression, the only thing on her mind was the thought of punching him in the face. Preferably with a chair.

"N, O, P..."

This was pure torture. Pure, unadulterated suffering. 

How did she end up with this moron as her date?

"Q, R... S, T, U..."

The list was getting longer, and so was the woman's patience. And that was saying something because her patience was already very, very short. Her eye was starting to twitch as she continued to hear the insufferable list. It was like her own personal form of Hell, to be trapped in a room with this banana and his incessant pun-making.

"V, W, X, Y... and Z! Oh, would you look at that! The whole alphabet! Ha ha!"

Yeah, ha ha.

Absolutely hilarious.

The banana man chuckled to himself, seemingly satisfied with his own obnoxiousness. He had successfully managed to get on his ex's nerves yet again, and he was proud of himself for it. Meanwhile, the woman was silently begging for a miracle to save her from this torment. Anything. A waiter, a meteor, an alien invasion, anything!

But there was nothing. No way out. Just her and this floating, annoying, punning yellow fruit.

And he was far from finished.

Leaning against the table with his mustache arms  he propped up his head somehow. He chuckled and tapped his fingers together, clearly enjoying messing with her This was probably the most entertainment he had ever had on a date. And he intended to make the most of it.

"You know, all those letters and drinks made me think of a pun I've been working on."

Oh no.

The woman tried to keep her composure, but her eye was now uncontrollably twitching. She gritted her teeth and spoke through clenched ones. "Don't. you. dare."

The banana man smirked, relishing in the reaction he was getting. He was absolutely loving this. "Oh, come on! This is a real good one, you're gonna love it. You'll be rolling on the floor laughing."

That was highly unlikely. 

But he continued anyway, clearing his throat dramatically.

"Alright, get ready for this... why can’t you say no to having another drink?"

The woman exhaled in disbelief, her face still the same emotionless mask. "Oh god no..."

"Because they’re always going A B Sea!"

Screwball burst out laughing, slapping his hands against his head in pure joy. It was a truly terrible and utterly hilarious pun, and he was very proud of himself for coming up with it. But the woman was far from amused. In fact, she was starting to get pissed off. "Howis that even funny?! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!" She exclaimed, her mask of indifference starting to slip as her anger grew.

He chuckled and shook his head, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting out of her. "Awww, don’t be like that. You know you love my puns!"

"Yeah, I love them like I love a dentist drilling my teeth without anesthesia."

"Ouch, that one stung!"

"Not as much as my foot up your banana ass."

"Oho, feisty as ever!”

Finally, the woman snapped.

"Oh, for Grop's sake, shut the hell up!" 

She slammed the menu down and gave him a scalding glare. Her patience had officially run out, and the floating banana had finally crossed the line. "You are the most obnoxious person I've ever met in my life! Everything is a joke to you, and you don't take anything seriously! I could have gotten a more interesting date with a goddamn rock!"

Screwball put his mustache hands on hips in mock offense. Sure, he was irritating, but he wasn't going to take that kind of insult. "Hey, now! No need for name-calling! I'll have you know I'm the most interesting date you'll ever have!" He puffed out his chest in a show of pride, clearly not deterred by her outburst. In fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect. He was just getting started.

"The most interesting date I'll ever have? You’re deluded."

The woman rolled her eyes again, taking a deep breath, trying to stay as composed as she possibly could. But the temptation to either kill him or herself was getting stronger by the second.

This was exactly why she had divorced him to begin with. He was too much. Too ridiculous, too carefree, too... banana-shaped.

"Hey, I'm not deluded! I'm hilarious!" Screwball protested, crossing his mustache arms defiantly. He floated a bit higher into the air, as if to make himself look more intimidating.

...it didn't work.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the way he was getting under her skin. He loved stirring up trouble, and this was no exception. "You're just too much of a stick-in-the-mud to appreciate my genius sense of humor!"

"Your 'genius sense of humor' is more like an endless stream of bad puns and dad jokes." The woman countered, giving him a withering glare. She couldn't believe she had ever found him attractive, let alone married him. This banana-man had the intelligence and emotional depth of a five-year-old, and the personality to match.

"Hey, don't knock puns and dad jokes! They're classics for a reason! They make people laugh!" Screwball replied, grinning with smug satisfaction. It was obvious he didn't care he was being irritating. If anything, he found it downrightentertainingto get on her nerves. "Besides, they're way funnier than whatever jokes you'dcome up with."

She clenched her jaw, trying to keep a lid on her anger - and it was becoming increasingly difficult. She could feel her blood pressure rising as the floating banana continued to insult her intelligence. "And what'sthatsupposed to mean, hm? You think you're the only one who can come up with clever jokes?" She shot him a sharp look, her eyes narrowed. She wouldn't let this insufferable jerk make jabs at her like that.

"Oh, I don't think, I know it. I'm the undisputed king of puns and comedy! The master of mirth, the king of chuckles, the-" Screwball started listing off his 'titles', clearly enjoying himself far too much. He loved listing off all ways he was better than her, especially since he knew it would get a rise out of her.

"The king of obnoxiousness, more like."

The woman shot back, her sarcasm practically dripping from her voice. She could feel the anger boiling inside her, threatening to explode at any moment. "You're not even a king. You're just a giant, floating banana. A fruit. An annoying, irritating,floating fruit."

Screwball gave her a sly glance. He knew exactly what buttons to press to piss her off even more.

"Aww, someone's feeling a bit cranky. Can't handle a little bit of playful banter, huh?" He floated over to her, still wearing his smug expression. Then, he gave her a once-over, as if sizing her up. "Though, I suppose that's nothing new, is it? You've always had a bit of a sour disposition."

The woman raised an eyebrow, sensing the imminent insult coming her way. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, but failing miserably. The way he was looking at her, it was almost as if he was judging her. "Go on, say it. You know you want to."

Screwball cackled and crossed his mustache arms, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh, come on, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You've always been sour as a lemon, haven't you?" He gave her a smug grin, knowing exactly what his words would do to her. He was testing the waters, seeing how far he could push her limits.

The woman's eye twitch returned, this time in full force. She hated how he could so easily get under her skin. "A lemon. Is that what you're going with? Really?" She sneered, her annoyance with him clearly showing on her face. She couldn't believe he was resorting to petty insults about her looks, like a grade-schooler. "I'm not a goddamn citrus fruit, you imbecile. I'm a human."

"Oh, trust me, I'm well aware that you're a human. But you have the personality of a lemon. You're bitter, sour, and have a nasty bite to you." He could see the vein in her forehead starting to throb, indicating that he was really getting to her. "I'd say you've got a touch of lime in your personality too, but that's probably giving you too much credit."

Okay. She had reached her breaking point. 

She was done with his insults, no matter how accurate they were. Without a second thought, she reached out and shoved him away from her, causing him to float back to his seat across from hers. "You're insufferable." She hissed, her voice low. "It's a wonder I ever agreed to marry you in the first place." She snapped her fingers, signaling one of the waiters to come over. 

She needed a drink.

Screwball let out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be hurt by her shove. "Ooh, touchy, touchy! Someone's a little touchy tonight." He floated back to his seat, adjusting his top hat with his arms. But he didn't seem the least bit deterred by her outburst. If anything, it only seemed to bolster his enjoyment. "Aww, you're not still hung up on the past, are you? We're divorced, aren't we? That's ancient history."

The woman gritted her teeth, her patience wearing thin again.

"How can I not be, when you're still just as annoying as you were when we were married?" She let out a frustrated sigh, remembering one particular moment when she had gone to him for relationship advice. A very, very stupid decision in hindsight.

"Do you remember that time I came to you for advice, and you just told me to go bananas?"

Har har.

Screwball chuckled at the memory. "Oh, yeah, I remember that! That was hilarious!"

Not helpful at all, but hilarious.

He let out a loud laugh, amused by his own memory. "You should have seen the look on your face when I said it!"

As he laughed, the woman's eye began to twitch once more. She had hoped he would have the decency to at least be somewhat ashamed of that stupid joke, but of course he didn't. He was just as clueless as ever.

As they were talking, the waiter approached their table, notepad in hand.

He stood awkwardly by the table, waiting for one of them to acknowledge his presence. However, the couple was still busy arguing with each other. The woman was busy reminding Screwball of how utterly unhelpful he was in the past, while the floating banana was continuing to laugh at his own stupid jokes.

Finally, the waiter cleared his throat, trying to get their attention. "Excuse me..?"

The pair stopped arguing and turned to look at the waiter, both of them having forgotten that he was still standing there. The woman gave him a sheepish smile, realizing they must have been making quite a scene.

"Yes, sorry. Um.. can I get a drink, please?" ___, her voice strained with annoyance. "And make it something strong."

The waiter nodded and quickly jotted down the order, clearly eager to get away from the bickering couple. "Certainly, ma'am. Anything for you, uh... Sir?" The waiter then turned to look at Screwball, who was still hovering in the air, clearly unsure of what the hell he was even looking at. But who could blame him honestly?

Screwball thought for a moment, his mustache arms tapping his chin. "I'll take a banana daiquiri. Extra bananas."

The woman groaned, running a hand over her face.

"Of course you would order that." Muttering, she rolled her eyes. She was not surprised in the slightest by his choice. It was just like him to order something as ridiculous as a banana daiquiri. And as the waiter left to get their drinks, she turned back to Screwball, her annoyance growing once again. "You know, you haven't changed at all. You're still as irritating and immature as ever."

Screwball chuckled at her comment, not bothered by her criticism in the least.

"And you're still as serious as ever. It's a wonder you haven't given yourself an ulcer with all that stress you carry around with you." He floated a bit higher into the air, as if looking down on her. "And speaking of which, no wonder you have to go on blind dates just to find some human male willing to tolerate you."

As soon as he pointed out her blind date, the woman's eye started to twitch again. This man was absolutely insufferable. And the fact that he was acting like he was the better one in comparison was laughable.

"Oh, and you're one to talk? You're on a blind date too, you know. And as far as I know, you were looking for a talking orange or some bullshit like that." She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by his argument. "Not exactly a catch yourself, are you, banana-boy?"

Screwball's mustache arms flew up in a defensive gesture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here." He floated closer to her, his voice taking on a tone of mock indignance. "I was looking for a strawberry too, thank you very much. I havestandards."

He wasn't serious, but it was funny.

Actually...

She snorted.

"You, have standards?" She echoed his words, her eyes widening in feigned shock. Her voice was oozing with sarcasm as she spoke. "Oh wow, my apologies. I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a sophisticated fruit."

She rolled her eyes again. This banana-man was truly unbelievable. He was trying to act all high and mighty, as if he was better than her, but he was just being a pompous fool. How she ever found him attractive, she would never know.

Screwball's mustache arms trembled in mock offense. "Hey! I'll have you know, I am an extraordinarily sophisticated fruit." He protested, floating even higher in the air, as if to emphasize his point. "And for your information, I only look for the most ripe, juicy, and sweet fruits when it comes to my dating prospects. I have a very refined taste."

The woman rolled her eyes once more, feeling her annoyance growing. This man had no idea how ridiculous he sounded.

"Oh really? And just what exactly are your refined tastes?"

"Well, I prefer my fruits to have a nice, firm texture. None of that bruised or soft stuff. I like my fruits ripe and ready for a good squeeze. And, of course, they've gotta have a good, sweet flavor. None of that overly sour, bitter stuff. I wouldn't want my taste buds to shrivel up." Screwball spoke with mock seriousness, as if he were discussing some great mystery of the universe. He continued to float higher and higher, as if his elevated position gave him some air of superiority.

___ was growing more and more annoyed with his ridiculous banana metaphors. "You realize how pompous you sound right now, don't you? Like some ridiculous, high and mighty fruit king, judging the world around him for his own amusement." She couldn't believe he was actually trying to act like he was better than her, simply because he had some sort of twisted idea of what constituted a good fruit. She was getting fed up with his attitude. "You're not some fruit god, you're a floating banana with a clown wig. And for the record, you don't know anything about fashion either. Your idea of style is probably wearing a sombrero and a hula skirt."

Screwball let out a dramatic gasp, placing a mustache arm to his forehead. "Oh, please. I have excellent fashion sense. I could give those magazine models a run for their money." He paused for a moment, as if imagining himself strutting down a runway in a ridiculous outfit. "And, for the record, I rock a sombrero and a hula skirt. I'd look fabulous."

Fabulously ridiculous, if anything.

"Oh, spare me. You wouldn't even know what fashion was if it bit you in the ass. I've seen your closet, remember? It's nothing but polka dot bowties and oversized hawaiian shirts." She replied dryly.

The banana-man feigned offense, pretending to be hurt by her comment. But his mustache arms betrayed his amused reaction. "Hey, my closet may be a bit eclectic, but that's just because I have a distinct sense of style. I like to think of my fashion sense as... avant-garde." He placed a 'hand' to his chest in a dramatic pose. "I'm paving the way for the future of fashion. In a few years, you'll be seeing people wearing nothing but polka dots and hawaiian shirts, and they'll be thanking me for it."

"Yeah, and we'll all be walking around looking like we just came from a luau. Sounds thrilling." She couldn't believe he actually thought he had any sense of style. She had seen his taste in fashion, and it was... well, let's just say it was unique, in the most generous sense of the word. He was never going to win a style award, that was for sure.

Screwball chuckled, not bothered by her skepticism. "Well, at least I'm not afraid to take a few risks with my fashion choices. I'm a style icon! A true pioneer." He did a little twirl in the air, as if to prove his point. "And just wait. In a few years, you'll be begging me to be your personal stylist. You'll be begging me to put you in a polka dot bowtie."

This man was truly delusional.

"Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my ass. The only way I'd ever ask you to be my personal stylist is if I suffered a severe head injury and lost all sense of taste and style." She gave him a smug smile. "But until then, I think I'll stick to myactual fashion sense and avoid looking like a walking polka-dot billboard, ex-husband."

The floating fruit let out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended. "Ex-husband or not, I'm still ahead of the fashion curve. You'll come crawling back to me one day, begging for my fashion wisdom!" He floated closer to her, his mustache arms waving in the air. "Just you wait. In a few years, my fashion sense will be the talk of the town. And you'll be kicking yourself that you didn't get on board with it sooner."

"Yeah, right. The only way your fashion sense will be the talk of the town is if it's a new way of doing everything wrong. I'll stick to listening to actual fashion experts, thanks." She leaned back in her chair, looking at him with an amused expression. "But hey, if you ever want to give up the whole polka dot maestro thing, I think there might be a job opening as a clown. You'd be a natural, trust me."

As they continued to banter, the waiter returned with their drinks, placing the stiff drink in front of Screwball and a banana daquiri in front of ___ - the exact opposite of where they should be. But neither of two noticed, too busy arguing with each other.

Screwball lifted his drink to his mouth and took a sip. He was having a good time, surprisingly, enjoying the back-and-forth banter with his ex-wife. That is, until he realized the taste of the drink in his mouth was not banana-based at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite of what he had ordered. He sputtered and coughed, spraying the liquid out of his mouth.

"What the - What is this??" He exclaimed, his mustache arms waving in disgust.

The woman was surprised to see him sputtering and coughing like that. She had expected him to be enjoying his banana daiquiri, not look like he was having a near-death experience.

But it was definitely more hilarious than any of his jokes.

She leaned forward, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"What's wrong? Is the drink too strong or something?" She asked, taking a sip of her own drink, which was actually quite sweet and fruity. She seemed to be blissfully unaware of the fact that they had received each other's drinks.

Screwball coughed a few more times, trying to clear his throat from the bitter liquid. He looked at the glass in horror, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Strong?? This is way more than STRONG. This is like pure... FIRE LIQUOR! My throat feels like it's on fire!" He exclaimed, his mustache arms flailing wildly in protest. "I ordered a banana daiquiri! Not a drink that could strip paint!"

Okay. This was hilarious.

The woman couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. It was hard not to. This was a man who typically laughed at his own jokes and acted like nothing could bother him, and now he was making a fuss over a simple drink. It was too funny. "Oh my goodness, it can't be that bad," She said, hiding her amusement behind a mock-concerned expression. "You did ask for extrabananas, right? Maybe they just took you a little TOO literally."

Screwball's eyes widened in horror. "You think this is a joke?? This isn't extra bananas! This is a drink that could kill a horse!" He exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch and volume. "And besides, you can't even taste the banana! It's pure bitterness. Pure, unadulterated bitterness. It's like they dumped a whole bottle of black coffee in here!!"

Actually...

"Wait a minute..."

Screwball's mustache arms stopped flailing for a moment as he looked down at the glass. A realization slowly dawned on him.

___ laughed again, watching as the banana-man began to realize the reality of the situation. It was hard not to find it amusing, seeing him react so dramatically over something so silly. "What's wrong? Finally realizing you're a bit overdramatic?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The banana ignored her comment (for once), too busy staring at the glass in front of him. He sniffed at the liquid, trying to figure out what the hell it actually was. He had a feeling he knew what had happened, but he needed to be sure. "You know what this is...?" He asked, turning to look at the woman with a hint of dread in his voice. "... I think I have your drink. And you have mine."

His expression was a pure plead of 'give it back'

The woman couldn't help but burst out in laughter at his revelation. She had suspected something like this might have happened, but she didn't dare bring it up, too amused to ruin the moment. She lifted her glass, taking another sip of the banana daiquiri, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You know, I was wondering why this drink was so much sweeter than usual. I just thought they used more sugar, or something."

Screwball let out a loud groan, feeling like the universe was playing a joke on him. "You thought it was sweeter than usual because it's a banana daiquiri! That's what they're supposed to taste like!" He exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the glass in her hand. "And THAT-" He pointed at the drink in front of him. "-is what bitter disappointment tastes like!"

The sarcastic woman rolled her eyes, unperturbed by his outburst. "Yeah, because we all know you're the expert on disappointing things."

Including their marriage, apparently.

She took another sip of her drink, relishing in the sweetness. "You know, maybe this is a sign. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you that you've been too sweet for too long. Maybe it's time to add a little bitterness to your life."

Screwball's mustache arms trembled with irritation. "Oh, HA HA. Very funny. And here I thought you couldn't get any more sarcastic." He shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I'll have you know, I am not too sweet! I am the perfect amount of sweet! I am the Goldilocks of sweetness!" He paused for a moment, considering her comment about the universe. Maybe there was some truth to it. Or maybe the universe just thought it was funny to mess with his order.

She chuckled, savoring the taste of the banana daiquiri. "Goldilocks, huh? Well, if you're Goldilocks, does that make me the three bears? Because I can tell you right now, I won't let you sleep in my bed." She tilted her head to the side, regarding him with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "And let's not kid ourselves. You're not just 'the perfect amount of sweet'. You're a diabetic coma waiting to happen."

His arms dropped in shock at her comeback. He hadn't expected her to be so quick with the responses. But, being the stubborn and competitive man he was, he wasn't going to let her have the last word. Particularly not after the comment about the diabetic coma. "Oh, please. You're one to talk, with your bitter attitude. If we were flavors, you'd be the equivalent of grapefruit juice mixed with raw onion. Or..." He looked down at the death-inducing drink. "This."

Huh.

Maybe the universe was really trying to tell them something.

Nah--

"Wow, that was a real zinger. Grapefruit juice mixed with raw onion? I'm shivering in my boots, really. And let me tell you something, floating banana man. At least I'm not a one-trick pony. I can do sweet andsour. You're just sweet. All the time. It's like you're afraid of spice or something." She replied.

He gave her a small glare. "I am not afraid of spice, I'll have you know. I just don't need it to feel alive." He retorted, his voice rising in pitch again. "And being sweet is not being a one-trick pony! It's being universally loved!"

He was coping so hard.

She raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink. "Universally loved, huh? Is that why we got divorced?" She didn't care if her sarcastic jabs were causing him to squirm. In fact, she was enjoying it immensely.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! It was your fault for being so-" He paused, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of revealing his thoughts. He took a moment to try and find the right word, before finally settling on, "-so picky." He eyed her with a hint of feigned disgust. "I couldn't even enjoy a single meal without you complaining about the spices or the amount of sugar I used in the pie! Talk about a difficult wife!"

___ rolled her eyes, not buying his excuses for a second. "Oh, please. It wasn't my pickiness that ended our marriage. It was your inability to take anything seriously. Everything was a joke to you. Even our relationship." She took another sip of her drink, not bothering to sugarcoat her words. "And don't even get me started on how oblivious you were to my needs. You were too busy trying to be the center of attention to notice that I was miserable."

He knew she was right, deep down. But he wasn't about to admit that. Not to her.

"You know, maybe if you weren't so deadpan all the time, I would have taken you seriously!" He exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "You walk around with a constant frown on your face and a poker face! How am I supposed to know when you're being sarcastic or serious when you always look the same!?"

The woman's expression remained nonchalant, as it usually did. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe by paying a little more attention to my actual words instead of just how I look? Or maybe by actually listening to what I have to say instead of interrupting me with another stupid pun?"

"But that would require some actual effort on your part, which we both know isn't your strong suit."

Well...

"My puns are not stupid! They're brilliant, and hilarious, and everyone loves them!"

He was grasping at straws now, desperately trying to find something to counter her words. "And besides, how could I focus on what you were saying when you never smiled? How could I not make a pun when my wife looked like she never enjoyed anything I did??"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was my responsibility to smile and laugh at every single one of your puns, no matter how bad they were. My bad for having a personality that's not centered around constant giggling and fawning over you." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "And let's not forget that younever listened to anything I said. You were always too busy trying to be the 'life of the party' to bother paying attention to me."

Screwball's mustache arms dropped in defeat. He knew he was losing this argument. But he wasn't ready to concede yet.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have had to try so hard to be the life of the party if you weren't so darn miserable all the freaking time! Someone had to try and lift the mood around here, because you sure as hell weren't doing it!"

Yeah, really grasping at straws here.

Her sarcastic smile widened, sensing his desperation. "Oh, of course. It was my fault for not being as obnoxiously cheerful as you. I should have been laughing and dancing and singing and being the perfect little cheerful wife, just so you could feel like the funny man you think you are. How silly of me." She shook her head, sipping her drink once more. "But maybe, just maybe, you should have tried caring about my actual feelings instead of just worrying about whether or not I was laughing at your stupid jokes."

This conversation was not going the way he wanted it to go.

"I did care about your feelings, damn it! I just -" He paused, struggling to find the right words - "I just didn't know how to make you happy! Nothing I did seemed to be good enough! You were always complaining or criticizing or rolling your eyes!" He threw his hands in the air. "And maybe if you weren't so damn difficult to please, we wouldn't have separated!"

"Oh, that's rich. You think I was the difficult one? You're the one who couldn't take anything seriously! You were always trying to make jokes and puns out of every situation, even the ones that weren't laughing matters!" She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe if you had actually taken me seriously, we could have made our marriage work. But instead, you were too busy trying to make other people smile to notice that your own wife was miserable!"

Screwball's mustache arms trembled, his irritation escalating. "And maybe if you had been a little less deadpan all the time, I could have! It's hard to take someone seriously when they ALWAYS look like they're in a bad mood!" He gestured angrily, his voice rising in pitch. "I tried to make things work! But you were always so damn stoic and emotionless, it was like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall!"

"Oh, I see. So the problem wasn't that you were a total buffoon, it was that I wasn't fawning over your every pun like a fangirl..." She spoke, her tone still laced with sarcasm. "You know, I used to like how cheerful and carefree you were. You were like a breath of fresh air in a world of serious people. But then you took it too far, and it turned into a circus where I was supposed to be your applauding audience."

"I wasn't looking for an applauding audience! I just wanted you to have a little fun and laugh at my jokes, instead of sitting there like a damn lump of granite! And it's not my fault you couldn't take a joke!" He clenched his fists, trying to contain his anger. "And what's wrong with being cheerful, anyway? The world could use more people like me, who are able to find the funny in everything!"

"Oh, yeah. You're right. I'm sure the world needs more people who can turn a funeral into a comedy skit." She took another sip of her banana daiquiri, setting the glass back down with a clink. "And there's nothing wrong with being cheerful. But there's a difference between being cheerful and being obnoxious. You crossed that line a long time ago, mister pun-meister."

"Now hold on a minute! I was not obnoxious! I was just trying to bring some laughter and joy to a world that's way too serious!" He leaned forward, his voice rising in volume. 

"And so what if I made a joke at a funeral? It's not like the person was going to mind!"

Oh- That.. that was-

Despite herself, ___ couldn't help but laugh at that. Screwball's comment about the funeral had been just about the most inappropriate thing she had ever heard, and yet it had been hilarious in the most morbid way. "Okay, I'll admit that was pretty good." She said, shaking her head in amusement. "Maybe you're not completely hopeless after all."

Screwball stared at her in shock for a moment. It had been a long time since he had heard her laugh. Hearing her chuckle at his statement, no matter how dark it may have been, was a pleasant surprise. The corner of his mouth twitched, as he tried to suppress a smile. "You... you laughed. You actually laughed at my joke!"

Well, it wasn't exactly a 'joke' per se but who cares-

The woman rolled her eyes, still smirking. "Don't get too cocky, banana man. Just because I laughed doesn't mean I've suddenly become your fangirl." She swirled the drink in her glass, a hint of a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But, I have to admit, you do have moments of brilliance when you're not trying too hard to be a clown."

His arms practically danced in elation. He couldn't believe it. She was actually complimenting him! It was like a Christmas miracle!

Where's Santa when you need him?!?!

The smirk on her face widened as she watched Screwball's mustache do its victory dance. "Oh my god, stop. I'm going to be nauseous if you keep that up." She shook her head, struggling to keep a straight face. "You're like a little kid who just got a gold star for good behavior."

But he didn't care if she was mocking him. He was too busy feeling like he had just won the lottery. Hearing her laugh and compliment him, even if it was in a sarcastic manner, was music to his ears. And so leaned forward, his voice filled with excitement. "Hey, hey! Say something else! Keep going!"

She rolled her eyes, pretending to think for a moment. "Hmm... let's see. How about this: you actually have a decent sense of humor when you're not trying to force a joke every two seconds." She gave him an amused look. "That good enough for you, ex-husband?"

Those words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to Screwball's heart. He was practically swooning with delight. "That- That's the nicest thing you've said about me in years!" He exclaimed, his arms flying up in the air with joy. "Oh my god, I don't think I've ever heard you compliment me before! How did I manage to land a woman like you in the first place?"

Why indeed.

She feigned annoyance, even though she was secretly enjoying his reaction. "Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know why I married you in the first place. It wasn't for your stunning personality or your dashing good looks, that's for sure." She smiled into her drink, unable to keep a straight face. "I guess I just have a thing for banana-headed idiots who think they're funnier than they actually are."

The man froze. Did she just say... have?

He blinked, staring at her in disbelief. "Wait a second. Did you just say 'have'? As in... you still have a thing for banana-headed idiots who think they're funny?"

The thought that she still had feelings for him was too much for his heart to handle.

"Oh, did I say 'have'? My bad. I meant to say 'had'. Past tense."

Even as she spoke the words, though, she knew she wasn't being entirely truthful. She may have been divorced from Screwball, but she still had a weak spot for his annoying antics. And she did find enjoyment in the way he was hanging on her every word. "Why? Do you want it to be 'have' instead of 'had'?"

"Of course I do!" He blurted out, before quickly trying to regain his composure. "I mean, uh... it just sounded like you were saying you still had those... feelings for me or whatever." He forced a chuckle, trying to play it cool. "And who wouldn't want their ex-wife to still be into them, am I right?"

Trust me, a lot of people.

The woman couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at nonchalance. "Oh, so you're desperate for my approval now, are you?" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a playful tone. "You really want me to admit that I might still have at tiny place in my heart for your obnoxious clown persona, hm?"

Screwball's mustache arms trembled with excitement. He was in heaven right now. Hearing her admit that she might still have some feelings for him was like a dream come true. "Yes! Yes, that's exactly what I want!" He exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. "Please, just say it! Even a tiny spot in your heart is good enough for me!"

She smiled, her expression growing more fond. "You really are pathetic, you know that?" But she couldn't resist giving him what he wanted. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Alright, you desperate little banana man. I mightstill have a slight... affection for your ridiculous antics. Satisfied now?"

He waved his hands in triumph, a giant grin spreading across his face. "Satisfied? Satisfied?!" He exclaimed, unable to contain himself. "I am ecstatic! I am more satisfied now than I have ever been with any of my puns! And let me tell you, I have written a lot of killer material!"

___ looked at Screwball's ecstatic reaction, unable to hold back a smile. Seeing him so happy because of her words was doing something strange to her heart. She thought she had hardened herself against him, but watching him revel in her admission of affection, made her realize something. He was just as desperate for approval and appreciation as she was.

So she took a deep breath, her voice softer than before. "You really just wanted me to see you, didn't you? You just wanted my approval, my appreciation..."

Screwball's mustache arms froze mid-celebration, and he looked at her in surprise. "What... what do you mean?" He asked, caught off guard by her insight into his desires.

She was right. All he had ever wanted from her was her approval, her admiration. He craved her attention and love more than anything in the universe. But he had also foolishly tried to win her over with his constant joking and antics, never realizing that she just wanted him to see her.

"I mean that all you ever wanted was for someone to see past your silly jokes and recognize you for who you really are. You just wanted someone to appreciate you, not just your humor." She set her glass down, her expression serious now. "You know, I never realized how lonely you must have been, trying to force me to laugh at your puns instead of actually talking to me."

It was safe to say that he was stunned. She had seen through his facade, straight down to his deepest insecurities. And now she was calling him out on it, making him realize that he had been a complete fool. He wanted to deny it, to throw out another pun or a joke to deflect the conversation. But deep down, he knew she was right. He had been hiding behind his jokes and pranks, trying to drown out his loneliness and insecurity.

And because of that, he also forgot about her.

The woman leaned in, her voice quiet and earnest. "You never listened to me, Screwball. You never really listened to what I wanted or needed. You just kept trying to make me laugh, to make me happy, instead of paying attention to what I wanted." She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I never wanted you to be funny, I just wanted you to be my husband. To listen to me, to understand me, to see me for who I really was, not just a punchline."

She was right. He had been so focused on making her laugh that he hadn't paid any attention to her as a person. He hadn't cared about her feelings or her desires, he had just wanted her to be his audience, his applauding fan. He looked at her, his expression filled with shame. "I... I didn't know." He said quietly. "I never realized how much I was hurting you. I was just too caught up in my own need for approval and attention."

Her expression softened, seeing the remorse on his face. "I know. A lot of that was my fault too." She admitted, sighing. "I got so frustrated with your humor that I never took the time to tell you what I really needed. I should have been honest with you from the beginning."

She looked at him intently, her voice gentle.

"But it's not too late to fix this, you know. We can start over. We can actually communicate this time."

His heart skipped a beat at her words, hope and anxiety warring within him. He wanted this, more than anything, but he was also terrified of messing it up again. "If you... if you gave me another chance," He said, his voice soft and earnest, "I swear to you, I'd do everything I can to show you I'm able to see you. I'd be the partner you deserve, the husband I should have been from the start."

He gazed at her, his eyes searching hers.

"I'd prove to you that I'm not just a joke this time."

She reached out and gently placed her hand against his cheek (?), her touch softer than ever before. Her orbs met his, filled with a mixture of hope, skepticism, and a hint  of a tease.

"Then you better not slip up this time, future husband."

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@fischiee @khimkito

lmao im making a separate post rather than tacking it onto the orig bc I don't wanna flood notifications every time I have big feelings about this but. yeah???

literally everything about those two make me so unwell. I'm never not thinking about it. bc the whole. not just having to second hand (or.. third? alpha then epsilon Then wash).. okay so third, I guess. anyways. being essentially subject to the same sort of torture and psychological abuse that alpha was via epsilon? and that on top of the directors original distress over allison? epsilon trying to kill himself inside his head! what tf does that even. bc they really only sort of handwave talk about it. what in the fuck does it actually Mean for an ai implanted in your brain to try and kill itself. and having to keep all of it a secret. for months if not years. the not being able to tell anyone?

(there's a weird sort of somber acknowledgment and tender empathy when it comes to wash and alpha too. bc wash Knows. he knows all of it?? even if alpha doesnt? the distress and insistence and confusion and loss that comes with tex not being at valhalla? 'I know all about her, church' even if church doesnt! even if He doesn't remember, wash does? what a burden that must be. that wash was the last of the team to actually see and speak to and be with church before he and all of the other fragments were erased? what sort of! and there's no justice in it! he gets his ass thrown into prison and then he has to work with whatever tf is left of maine in the Maybe hopes of getting his slate wiped clean.)

the odd fucking bizarre. wash and lina and epsilon and tucker (and caboose but he's a whole other.. im not awake enough to be able to talk about my feelings when it comes to caboose lmao)

but wash was the last person to see alpha. and then epsilon comes back and has no idea who tf tucker is bc caboose just didn't feel the need to. like? in a weird ass roundabout way, wash killed alpha and epsilon got cozy and familial with lina and both wash and tucker are left sorta stranded lmfao.

(and the behind the scenes lina&epsilon dynamic too. we really don't get to see the process of them becoming actually super fond and siblingy with one another but they are?? they went on a quest so lina could kill the director but nope leonard is just a lost defeated broken hearted wreck and that's her Father, at that point. pathetic and hopeless and so so tired. the grief and resignation and acceptance in leaving him to kill himself. epsilon and his bewildered righteous rage. they had that one chat about allison at the end of s10 but obviously there must have been more bc epsilon mentions allison a few times throughout chorus! do they talk about their feelings? does carolina ever get to properly acknowledge and process all her grief?)

like carolina is So Close to epsilon and that has to be so.. disconcerting at times for wash. bc he tried to kill himself while fucking! implanted into his brain! (and ive always figured that there's things wash must Know about carolina and all of her family drama. just as product of epsilon being alpha being leonard. yknow? but it'd also stand to assume that epsilon (and lina, maybe)) Know Things about wash. what sort of secrets do they keep for the sake of maintaining that illusion of privacy and boundaries.

I have stuff to say about tucker too but that might need to wait until after I have a sleep bc asdfghjkl.

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top 3 iconic roxy moments

ahh omg this is so hard!

the first thing that popped into my mind was a scene at the end of the 21st chapter (big time fans) where she gives one of her old songs to jenny tinkler and her new band. it's not particularly groundbreaking by any means but i think after learning about her musical past, how often she doesn't really share her writing, and the whole mess they'd gone through trying to help jenny become famous that day, i just think it's a sweet moment between her and a side character. obviously the main focus is her and the band, but i think it was a tender display of affection that shows writing to her is more than a job :)

i also really love the scenes in chapter 16 (big time fever) where roxy has some pretty intense moments of anxiety surrounding her dad and all the things her mind concocted that could have affected him because she was living in Hollywood. while not really 'iconic' in the sense of the word, i think btrtv missed out on homesickness as a person instead of homesickness as a place. we really never see their parents, and roxy's dad is like her number one, so having a few scenes as a reminder of that were important for me as a writer and stand out when i think about roxy and her character :)

i'm doing my best not to make this 'top 3 iconic rames moments' but more recently in the story, i think there's a lot to be said about roxy and her growing levels of confidence now that she isn't so focused on dealing with her emotions and getting into a relationship lmao. while that's not really a good way to phrase it, she's definitely changing. one of the big things for her now is learning to be more open about what's going on in her head, especially because she now has someone to rely on in more than just a friendly way. in chapter 28 (five minutes to midnight) she takes james to the basement show and people keep coming up and asking her if she was ever in a band and it freaks her out quite a bit. james asks her about it and they have a moment of confrontation where she's like "ah, i don't want to talk about this!" but she's able to pivot what they were talking about into something she was okay with discussing. taking the conversation from one about her old band to one about the shows they played and how much she loved being on stage and sharing her art. i think that was an important moment that kind of marked her realizing she's able to control the narrative, talk about what she wants to talk about, and all that jazz. at least, that was big for me as a writer hehe - i need to be more careful about how i go about her conversations from now on :)

thank you so much for your question!! i tried to dig deep <3

ask me anything! save my life!