#thread: alex

[kira-aminu]

Smiling down at the little girl, Kira held a hand against her chest as she looked back to Alex. "She's adorable, truly. You lucked out there." Glancing back down at Emmy, Kira smiled again as she saw her peek out from behind Alex and Kira quickly poked her tongue out at her.

"Three musketeers isn't one I've tried before, so I'm definitely going to take that idea and run with it, for sure." Pulling her phone out of her purse, she made a quick note of both chocolate bars in her notes app, knowing that after a few more beers, she'd definitely have forgotten it. "We're actually working on that right now, so at least it'll have one fan." Catching the eye of one of her friends over Alex's shoulder, she nodded before raising her hand to ask them to hold on. "I'd better get going, I've monopolised enough of your time today, but thank you again." Waving down to Emmy, Kira smiled at the both of them. "I hope to see you both at the shop, I might even have the musketeers flavour the next time."

Suddenly shy, Emmy took to hiding behind her father's leg, earning a chuckle from Alex. "All of a sudden we're too shy, hm? We've been putting on a show all day, and now..." He trailed off with a laugh, lowering a newly freed hand to gently trail his fingers through the little girl's curls.

"We really love three musketeers. Or I do, at least. This one loves the noise a KitKat makes when she breaks it apart, but I've never actually seen her finish one," once more trailing off, he peeked down at the little girl, now giggling, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Anyway, no need to go out of your way for us. We'll be there no matter what. Though, maybe you should consider a rewards program for frequent flyers like yours truly."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@misteriios (for a random starter)

Louie sat with their friend, ready to play the newest game. They'd been waiting for a while, having promised Alex they would make sure they played it first with him. "Okay. Are you read for this? I'm so excited we finally get to play this game!"

[yrsonpurpose]

Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down. A ✿ / ❀

[ninyard]

“Jean Moreau’s activism over the years: a thread 🧵”

I’m so sorry this is all that kept going through my head when I thought about this one

[cat-roths]

Cat's head angled to one side, an eyebrow raising up as a smirk played against her lips, the false casualness from the male not going unnoticed by her in the slightest. She didn't know what was going on, but she was absolutely not the type to just let it slide by. Even if she was there for less than...above the board reasons herself. Whatever. "Did you?" she drawled, no inflection of a question in her voice as she spoke. "You know, you could just...head inside yourself? If that's the case?" she said, a flutter of her lashes accompanying the words.

who: open to everyone

where: in front of the asbury hotel

Alex stood outside The Asbury Hotel, squinting at the revolving doors like they were his arch-nemesis. How many times had he been here this week? Four? Five? He'd lost track. At this point, the front desk staff probably thought he was lurking around the place for a heist—or worse, a Yelp reviewer.

He tugged at his perfectly ironed, oatmeal-colored button-down and checked his Tissot watch, even though he wasn’t meeting anyone. Okay, Alex, he thought. You just need to get inside, blend in, and no one will question why a random guy is inspecting the cornices again.

To be fair, this wasn't his fault! He was sent here to find out how the fuck The Asbury Hotel had managed to capture that effortlessly cool boutique hotel vibe, and it wasn’t like you could just Google “how to make a hotel look cool without spending the next Avatar movie budget.”

Spotting someone in front of the hotel, Alex saw his opportunity. He walked toward the person, flashing the most non-threatening smile anyone could muster. "Hey, are you heading inside?" he asked, voice an octave too high with fake casualness. "I, uh, forgot something in the lobby the other day." Which wasn’t necessarily a lie — he'd actually forgotten to inspect the ceiling beams up close.

[kinda-ok]

[alexandraisyes]

What would happen if you were a writer for TSAMS?

I mean we'll never know unless we try, however-

God the temptation to make jokes about shipping ajfsdkg;ljfasd;l

In all seriousness I'm good at finding and fixing plot holes and writing consistent storylines. I've been writing solo for years, and recently I've been co-writing fics for this fandom. And stars I'll say it now, obviously I wouldn't drag fan ships into the canon lore, that would be stupid considering most of them just wouldn't work with canon.

If I had the chance to write for TSAMS I would definitely try to influence the way certain things (specifically things like mental disorders) are portrayed, because I understand being part of the audience and the frustration of only seeing part of the story and missing an entire important perspective. I personally find so much enjoyment in that because I get to tear everything apart, dissect it, and put it back together so the fandom can understand what the story is portraying, but the fact that someone is required to tear it apart to get what should have been an obvious message most of the time is an issue, in my opinion.

A consistent problem I've noticed with TSAMS is that it's overly omnipotent on some things while being too closed about others. This is a narrative problem that stems from not having enough time to figure out the best approach for new situations they want to incorporate. This is because the writers/VAs are so bogged down by personal projects, stream schedules, their servers, life, etc that they just don't have time to figure these things out. Especially when the company is pushing for more content/lore episodes and they're just a team of four. Four very very busy individuals that have to write AND voice act the entire cast of characters. I feel like having someone who is just a writer would help with a lot of the inconsistency and unresolved plot holes.

There's a lot of strong potential for things that would stem back as far as two years that would be so interesting to see incorporated, but they just don't have the time to work through those and it's easier to keep jumping on new boats and abandoning the ones they have to sink because of unresolved tears in the plot letting more inconsistencies trickle in like so much water. So I would absolutely work to correct those and clean up the holes and resolve unanswered questions.

I'd also push for more consistent characterization, or rather better worded, deeper characterization. Not that they don't have good characterization now, overall I think they do a decent job, but there are just some things that I wish they'd touch on more. Likes, dislikes, disorders, complications, relationships, etc. What really makes up these characters; I'd probably end up with a complicated character web for the main cast at the very least to help with consistent storytelling. I do this with my own AUs to keep characters consistent, including quirks (For example Solar Flare always refers to people by their full name in my writing). It would also be interesting to dig deeper into what makes the characters them. Their personalities, beliefs, interests, morality/standards (for those without morals), and what they did and didn't find traumatic (as well as what level of trauma).

God even just the thought of how I could potentially fix the dumpster fire (/affectionate /positive) of TSAMS and co is a little exciting because there's just so much potential lying around untampered with that I would happily dig my grubby little claws into.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@flyaboveitall

Rory smiled when he saw Alex, waving at her. "I'm happy to see you doctor. I know it's been a long day so far, so I've ordered lunch for everybody. Yours is waiting for you whenever you're able." It had already been a difficult day for the people on his unit, and he'd been aware that Alex had a few patients on the unit, so he'd ordered her food as well.

[funtimeswiththeguys]

He heard the groan coming out of Trent with his breath, smirking to himself as he released the other's thick leg, patting the meaty thigh while letting it down. "Alright, let's do the other one." He hoisted Trent's other leg on his shoulder and repeated the action. "Breathe..." he instructed, shaking his head with a bit of a laugh. "You think you can get this for free? I'm only giving you it now because I'm here and you needed it," he teased and playfully slapped the player's clothed thick ass cheek. "And...down," he said, letting Trent's leg down.

"Turn over for me, and I'll work on your back," he said, patting his leg and letting Trent move at his own pace. It would've been better if he had some of his oils to work with, but he had to make due. Trent's body was incredible, the guy clearly did everything possible to keep it in perfect shape. Alex himself was fit, but not like this. He'd have to learn a thing or two from Trent. "Tell you what, if you want this after games, how about we trade? You show me some stuff in the gym. I'd love to be a bit beefier."

Trent was just about to try and reply with a teasing retort but as the other's hands began to firmly dig into his thighs the tension on his muscles shot jolts through him and he let out a soft moan of relaxation. "I could get used to this if you want to be my personal massage person after every game" he chuckled as he relaxed and released his body to Alex's care to do whatever he wanted to it in his massage. He did as he was told breathing and stretching as instructed until he was fully in a state of relaxation.

[inkshadow]

for @sunliights, continued from the source

❝ pretty sure threatening me isn't gonna get you anywhere, ❞ mainly because logic and good conscience has been out the window since two in the morning, which coincidently was when alex started her paper. while she may not be as studious as her oldest sister, she's not about to fall behind even more because some blondie has her hand on the same drink. ❝ professor moore might actually kill me first with his boring lecture but it's review day so, i'm not letting you have this. you can bite me. ❞

[johnnyspells]

sean vs marion descriptions

[purposefully-lost]

He couldn't be certain.

He tried to reason with himself that much. He couldn't be certain. Nothing was ever certain. But as Alex pressed back against the brick of the building he'd dipped around, his breath coming faster and faster in hurried pants, he knew. How couldn't he? Two years, almost to the day, and Rabbit's face had yet to fade even a little bit. Part of that was Harley's doing; the kid looked so much like him that sometimes it hurt just to look at her. It was the way she smiled, or that painfully curious look she'd get in her eyes-- it was why he'd had to leave her again.

He hated doing it, but it was far from the first time. He could only handle so much of her, this kid he'd never been prepared for and that needed him, before he had to get away for a while. His mother was always happy to babysit, always sympathetic when he started to crack under pressure, but he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. He loved her so much that he couldn't stand it sometimes. He loved her so much that sometimes he regretted not trying to find her a more stable family. He'd taken this job as an excuse to leave town for a few days, and for every mile past the county line, he'd felt a little more sick with guilt.

He'd stopped in some little, no name town to get a coffee and try to settle his stomach. The man he'd glimpsed across the road, dirty from work and laughing shyly as a younger girl passed him some kind of lunch wrapped in tinfoil, had put that right out of his mind. His stomach cramped and it took tipping his head back against the brick to keep himself from getting sick. It had to be him. Alex would know that laugh anywhere.

----

It didn't take much to find him. When he'd braved another look around the corner of the diner he'd been hiding behind, Rabbit was gone. The whatever work he'd been doing, probably something to do with the newly repaired fencing out in front of the shop across the road, was evidently done for the day. The girl had been getting into her car. All Alex had to do was jog across the road and ask for an address, claiming to be an old friend. The girl called him Harlan, and Alex didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He waited until around dusk. That felt safer, somehow, though he didn't really know why. It wasn't like he had to keep Rabbit hidden anymore- evidently he'd been living here a while, long enough to get himself a little place to stay. Alex parked down the road from his driveway, out of view in a patch of grass at the side of the asphalt. He let the time pass in a daze, unsure if he was dreaming or crazy or something in-between. He was sweating and he didn't think his heart had stopped thundering since the moment he'd seen him. Finally, when there was still just a little bit of light left in the sky, he got out of his car and made the walk down to the address he'd been given. Without giving himself a moment to hesitate, he walked up to the door and gave it three hard knocks with the side of his fist.

@smallvillecrows

[actual-changeling]

no i am not done with the breakup scene yet. it haunts me during the day and it haunts my dreams, soon i will be able to replay it in my head on command. today's obsession: tell me you said no

firstly, i think it's important to point out just how deep the miscommunication runs here. aziraphale is excited, outright giddy about the news he is delivering, and he expects crowley to be just as happy about them.

after all, he thinks he is giving crowley what he has always wanted - they can go off together, he can be an angel again, which to zira equals being on the good side. the side of *light*. he remembers crowley's creation, remembers how in awe and happy he was with it, and thinks that is what he is offering.

aziraphale's expressions during this scene are probably gonna be their own post, but long story short he switches between excited and confused like a broken light switch, unable to decide which one to settle on.

crowley, well, crowley is angry. angry and confused and completely caught off guard because aziraphale is shaking the very foundation of what crowley currently thinks to be their relationship. the horror dawns on him pretty early, but he tries to fight it off, tries to convince himself that no, aziraphale wouldn't. he wouldn't agree to that, he KNOWS me. he knows i don't want to go back, he knows both sides are equally bad.

tell me you said no. tell me i wasn't wrong about you, about us. tell me i didn't misjudge our entire relationship. tell me the last millennia were worth something, anything.

tell me you said no.

if you rewatch the scene, you will notice that crowley never breaks eye contact, he stares aziraphale down the entire time. unless it was literally blink and you will miss it, i am pretty sure he does not even blink. not once. aziraphale on the other hand is looking everywhere but at him, his gaze flicks around just as much as his expression. crowley tries again, one last time. tells him you know they will both destroy this planet, humanity, us. it doesn't matter which side wins, the result will be the same. we KNOW that. we SAW that. we stopped it from happening.

aziraphale does not answer.

he does not have to. crowley can read him well enough to know exactly what he responded, and even if he couldn't - he knew from the beginning. he just cannot believe the answer. he still can't.

it's one of his fatal flaws, isn't it, believing in aziraphale and in them against every rule and threat the universe throws at them.

now to get to the part that breaks my heart.

crowley repeats himself again, not breaking eye contact while aziraphale tries to avoid his gaze.

tell me you said no.

he still hopes. after that entire conversation, he still hopes.

when the silence stays unbroken he steps towards him, asking one. last. time.

angel tell me you said no.

this. this frame. this is when the realization hits him full force, the truth he has been trying to talk and rationalize his way out of. he has been begging aziraphale to tell him that he did not betray him, them.

everything he has been fighting for the last six thousand years, all the thoughts telling him he is worth less than aziraphale because he fell, because he is a demon, evil, on the wrong side. everything he has been unlearning, accepting that he can be kind, he can be good. accepting that aziraphale cares about him, fuck, maybe even loves him.

crowley thought aziraphale is the one being that sees him, truly sees him, which is why he offers himself without his glasses - his last layer of protection.

he betrayed us. he has never been with me, we have never been on our side, not when he chooses heaven over the fragile, peaceful existence they have carved out for themselves. he took care of the bookshop, allowed zira to take his bentley, cleaned up and tidied and prepared it for his return, for the both of them. just to get all of it thrown into his face, to have it degraded as not good enough. to have HIMSELF degraded as not good enough.

and after all that. after that realization, the pain, the break in what he thought was their reality.

after aziraphale telling him that he plans on leaving earth and wants crowley to be someone he is.

crowley swallows his tears and he steps back, keeps his glasses off and continues with his confession anyway. his voice breaks several times throughout it, he is on the verge of crying. i will probably make a separate post about all that but once again, tldr he suppresses tears throughout his entire speech.

i want to spend eternity with you and he cannot say it because he knows he would break on eternity and start crying. somehow, crowley still hopes that maybe this will change his mind, this will make him realize that he needs to stay here, stay with me.

crowley hopes and hopes and hopes and aziraphale finally meets his gaze and all he responds is nothing lasts forever.

no, i don't suppose it does.

still, what is left but to keep hoping that maybe one day, they will be an us, even if it isn't forever. even if it's just one day, one kiss, one second of being held and kissed back.

crowley keeps hoping and that, to me, is the most painful part of it all.

[silo1013]

salvaged from the office fire in 1998

[sandinmybed]

so are we all in agreement that Alex has nipple piercings

[lia-lozano]

Nodding, Lia glanced back up at Alex as they walked along the quiet corridors. "No, you're fine, it's nothing most people don't know already." Brushing a hand through her hair to get it out of her face, she simply shrugged. "I moved to Nashville after high school, I'd have stayed there but my boyfriend at the time wanted to move to LA, so once my album had taken off, I went with him." Then he cheated on me with one of my best friends and I came running home. She kept the last bit quiet, not quite ready to divulge that if someone didn't know the trials and tribulations of her love life. "It's a cosy town, you know? I could never fully get it out of my mind and when I needed to leave LA, it was the only place I could dream of being in."

She'd spent her fair share of time in New York but when she could, she had always avoided in the winter months, never having faired well in the cold. "It's a nice place to raise kids. Not that I have any, but growing up here.. I wouldn't change it, honestly. It's not the fastest pace for adults but it's special." Nudging the door to the library open, Lia held it open for him as she felt along the wall for a light switch. "Is it still overwhelming being a single dad down here? I can't imagine the pace of New York helped that."

Alex glanced at Lia, almost impressed by how easily she'd just offered up so much information about herself. He was always trying to tell people as little about himself as possible; it was refreshing. "Oh, so you moved away and came back? What's the story there?" A beat later, he realized just how intrusive the question sounded. "Sorry, feel free to tell me to shut up. I was just curious. That seems to be a common theme around here. The leaving and coming back, I mean."

Just the mention of Emmy brought a smile to Alex's lips, but he was always trying not to be that dad, who was always yapping about his kid; so he kept it to a minimum. "She's 2 now, and really not so terrible, for the record."

He laughed quietly, but allowed the conversation to naturally move on. "Out West, like California? I've never been further than Vegas. Dyed in the wool east cost dweller, I guess. Manhattan, actually. My aunt was retiring, asked me if I wanted a bit of a quieter place to raise a kid, and I jumped at the opportunity. New York was a good place for a bachelor, less so for an overwhelmed single dad."

Especially one who was coming off a high-profile affair and ensuing divorce but, really, who was keeping track?