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[xproskeith]

Actual image of Tyler Joseph/Clancy during the Clancy World Tour

[strangethings-everywhere]

I made more

[optionalblue]

More pictures for my Josh and Twink collection 💖

[tylerssblurry]

I CANNOT WITH THEM

[t-a-l-i-a18]

Perfect setlist in my eyes

[nikaandtea]

top ted talks pt. 2

aka, songs written about josh/torchbearer, confirmed and not, all for fun so don't take it too close to heart (:

The Run and Go

with this song I believe Tyler has spoken before about how Josh is someone he would often call during difficult nights, and overall just someone he turns to for support. especially the chorus.

not wanting Josh to feel the weight of his own problems, but still needing him there mentally. it's a really sweet balance i think they found with one another, being able to cope in their own ways but with the assistance of the other. "cerebral thunder, and one way conversations" in my mind is like when you're having a panic attack, and the other person is 'having a one way conversation' with you as they do their best to calm you down. just a sweet song i think.

Tear in My Heart

tear in my heart pronoun change you will always be famous.

Morph/My Blood

double whammy for trench because they chose death for this album. morph is a track that i started associating with torchbearer post navigating mv. verse two, "He'll always try to stop me, that Nicolas Bourbaki He's got no friends close but those who know him most know He goes by Nico, he told me I'm a copy When I'd hear him mock me, that's almost stopped me". the idea of nico mocking the 'fake' torch, probably to stop him from fighting to get clancy to return home to the banditos, man. that morphing into someone else is a self defense mechanism, a way to protect clancy at a distance to keep him on track to their eventual goal. 'not done, josh dun' i mean cmon, they're just playing with us at this point. torch isn't done with the battle against the bishops, and will not give up on clancy no matter what. love this song.

my blood is just *chefs kiss*. the entire track is a similar idea. elaborating on the point that torch whole heartedly believes in clancy, and even when no one else believes in him, he will. it's just a very sweet dynamic, and i think it's what keeps clancy in the cycle of capture, escape, capture. knowing that torch expects him to return, that he holds the hope of winning this fight no matter how long it takes. "Surrounded and up against a wall I'll shred 'em all and go with you When choices end, you must defend I'll grab my bat". until their last breath, torch and clancy will have each other's backs, and i love that. they're truly everything.

(i would add choker, but i also don't have much to say plus i'm on the fence about it. im sorry scaled and icy you're my beautiful gf but alas you have no josh in you, maybe in another post)

Routines in the Night/Navigating

routines has a similar logic for me as run and go, as in it's also Tyler mentally opening up to Josh about his issues/ the halls of his mind.

as for navigating, little goes to say. we learn so much about torch's power in this as well i absolutely love this track as a whole. whenever clancy grabs onto torch we know that it helps him one way or another to find his way back/it activates the torch illusion to lead him back towards the banditos 'when our fingers touch i feel my way back home'. clancy thought he was just following torch, while in reality he just felt it. and don't get me started at the look they exchange when they finally reunite. the overall sound and lyrics of this track, suddenly cut to fade in 'my blood' as they meet eyes for the first time in years? insane. i n s a n e. torch means so much to clancy, we know that from the way dema citizens reacted to clancy, mocking his callouts for josh/torch. and torch going the lengths to make sure clancy makes it home? they drive me crazy.

once again, dear reader, thank you for reading my brainfart about these boys (:

[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

lil weird dream share bc I have the wildest confusing dreams that feel very real:

I had such a migraine and went to sleep early last night and only slept for like 3 hours b4 it came back but during those 3 hours I had a dream that I was friends with tyler joseph like super close..but young tyler? He was with jenna in the dream I think idk but it kinda felt like idk..2013? Or just when he was always silly and random. He kinda looked like this!

apparently we were in my childhood home? (Havent lived there in 5 years) and we I guess got super high at night and was talking about life then random things we made up at 3 am and markkk was there too for some reason until me and tyler fell asleep in the same bed? (NOT romantic it was kinda like a duo friendship thing..werent holding each other at all but our bodies were close idk how to explain)

Anyways we both woke up in like a cold sweat and he had his tank top rolled all the way up💀💀💀 he was nudging me laughing and I was like huh what are you okay and he was like "bro we were telling mark about this girl who got kidnapped and how we knew where she was but we were so high we made it all up and he must think we're crazy!" And I was SHOCKED bc I was like ??? I faintly remember that but we made that up? (Irl I literally dont know anyone kidnapped so idk where that came from😰💀) but HE COULDNT STOP LAUGHING like whole ass babygirl chuckles and I had to get up to get him water bc he was still high af..and then I woke up to another migraine. the end😭😭😭

[perpetualexistence]

Team CIRRRRH accidentally on purpose destroy José

José would definitely be the type of brother to stroll up to Alejandro's friend group to humiliate Alejandro. Alejandro sees him coming and knows exactly what he's going to do because he's done this with multiple friend groups in the past.

José's problem is that Team CIRRRRH isn't quite like Alejandro's previous friend groups. In the past Alejandro stuck with sycophants, people who were easily manipulated, or other stuck up rich children. It's easy to turn a group against one of their own if you make them lose their respect that person.

That doesn't work on a group of idiots whose only criteria for respect is 'puts up with our bullshit'.

Most of José's attempts at bringing up humiliating moments go completely over their heads. Tyler and Owen usually end up going "Same!" or bring up even more embarrassing moments that they experienced all on their own. Izzy's just Izzy. Noah normally would laugh at Alejandro's expense, and he does at first. But he stops when he realizes that this is encouraging José to keep going and figures out 'oh this isn't sibling teasing, this is sibling tearing apart friendships for shits and giggles'.

When José realizes that isn't going to work, he settles for insulting the reast of Team CIRRRRH so he can fix his pride and storm off in a huff.

This was his biggest mistake. Not because any of them blow up at him. Not because Noah verbally eviscerates him. No. It's for what Tyler says in response.

"That's not cool, Joe."

José's eyebrow twitches. Team CIRRRRH notices because they've seen Alejandro do it many times before, and have at this point learned not to call him Al. They look at each other, and then look back at José.

"We really expected better from you, Joseph."

"Yeah Jojo!"

"I usually don't like saying this to people, but maybe you should go, Josh."

José's forced to bite back his sheer and utter rage as he just storms off.

This is the day when Alejandro realizes these aren't just idiots. They're HIS idiots.

[neoarchipelago]

And they were Rommates (epilogue)

A/N: The end of a story... it makes me sad and yet happy... enjoy the very last writting of And they were Rommates

Chaos. Perhaps the best word to describe the situation. It was lunch time, children ran all over the place in the garden. Amy, Tyler, Aria, Eli, and little Jamie. 

"Amy darling, be careful with Jamie, he's only 3." You reminded. 

"Ah don't worry, have you seen his father?" 

You turned to bishop, knowing looks thrown her way as a weird scream erupted from behind. Soap wailed as he ran behind the kids, making them laugh. 

"Correct." You smiled. 

You sat down at the table where Grim and Konig a sat hand in hand. The lovely couple was accompanied by a heavily pregnant Elizabeth. 

"How's the pregnancy my love" you asked. 

"Tiring… the due date is so damn close and I'm stressed out… but also excited." She explained munching on some chips. 

You smiled down at her. 

Steps from behind made you glance in the direction. You couldn't stop the smile spreading as you saw Simon, holding your baby. The latest addition to the family. The one year old looked so small in his arms. You melted as he dropped a kiss to the baby's cheek before handing him over to you. 

"Aww my love, did you wake up from the nap?" You cooed, hugging the child. 

"Yeah, I heard him on the baby monitor." Simon explained, kissing your cheek. 

"Dada!!" Voices rang, the two fire years old running to your husband. 

Aria and Eli jumped to Simon as he picked them up. Amy didn't take long to join you hugging your waist as you dropped a kiss on top of her head. 

Soap held Jamie as Tyler ran to his mom. Price has joined his wife… yes wife. After Soap and bishop's wedding, where Liz had caught the bouquet, Price made up his mind and proposed two weeks after. He looked at her with adoration, holding her hand before kissing her knuckles. 

"You are increasing the population of this base, way too much." Gaz added from where he stood with car keys and aquila. 

You laughed, looking at Simon. If you could keep your hands off each other it wouldn't be like this. 

Kate walked in, greeting everyone. She walked to you cooing at the baby. 

"How's my little Joseph?" She asked. 

"Very well, he's stubborn like his mother." Simon teased. 

You rolled your eyes. Kate ruffled Eli's blond hair and pinched Aria's little cheek, making her giggle. 

"Now that everyone's here, let's eat! I'm starving" car keys rang, sitting down at the table. 

You smiled, everybody taking their place at the table. 

Lunch was spent in laughs and talks. The children were eating before quickly wanting to run off. The baby in your arms was especially interested in Konig and Grim's masks as they played with him. 

You glanced at Liz, she frowned and winced. You worried. 

"Liz darling are you alright?" You asked. 

The table fell quiet, Price jumping from his chair to kneel down next to her. 

"I.. hum.. I think it's nothing… I just need to pee… can you help me darling?" She said, turning to Price. 

He agreed, helping her up. 

You shared a look with bishop, the sound of droplets falling to the wooden terrasse. 

You immediately stood up as Price froze. 

"Alright. Everybody gets their kids, Price… price? John? DAD!" 

Price turned to you wide eyed. 

"Snap out of it!" Simon scolded. 

"Take her to the hospital." Kate ordered. 

He fell back into his senses, smiling at Liz, taking a deep breath and picking her up. She complained of her weight, the man easily walking towards the house to get to his vehicle. 

You looked around, you wanted to go with her but you also didn't want to leave the kids. 

"Go, we'll take care of the kids." Grim said in a soft voice. 

Konig nodded, Aquila and car keys not hesitating to agree. 

You looked at Simon, sly worry in your eyes. 

"They already took care of the kids… it'll be fine my bunny" he reassured. 

You sighed. You gave a big kiss to the boy's cheek as he giggled, before happily getting into uncle Konig's arms. The boy immediately his under Konig's mask, giggling at Konig slightly panicked. 

"Amy, aria, Eli" you called. 

The children joined you as you hugged them. 

"Mom and dad will go to the hospital with Liz and Price alright? You're staying with uncle Konig and Grim." Simon explained in a soft tone. 

The children agreed, happily running to them. 

"Let's go!" Soap said, Tyler and Jamie already with aquila and car keys. 

Two hours later, you had called at least twice to make sure everything was fine. Simon joked that you were such a mama bear, but you could see yourself how he slightly frowned each time you were on the phone. Finally after the long wait, Price walked out, passing his hand through his hair. Gaz jumped to his feet in the waiting room as everyone approached. 

"Ok.. hum.. they're both fine.. fuck.." Price said, a wide smile on his face. 

"Soo? Come on, tell us old man!" Soap teased. 

"It's a girl" 

Everyone cheered happily. Congratulations and hugs, Price trying his best to keep tears at bay. You turned to Simon smiling at him. 

"Look at what you've done…" he whispered, holding you close to him. 

You frowned. 

"What did i do?" 

"You've spread such happiness to this team… fuck I'm so lucky…" he groaned, kissing you. 

"Simon.." you scolded. "We're in a hospital… for Liz's birth…" 

"Exactly… perfect way to celebrate… I'm sure we can find a room…" he teased, lips close to your ear. 

You bit your lip, look at everyone who had their attention turned to the papa. You sighed, grabbing his hand to pull him away from the group. He was right… there must be an empty room.

That night, after everyone was in bed, Aria and Eli, Amy in her bedroom and Joseph in his crib. You jumped into bed where Simon already laid, a report in hand. He laughed as you immediately went under the covers cuddling up to him. 

"Missed me?" He joked. 

"What? Since that little sex escape at the hospital? Since dinner?" You teased back. 

He dropped the report like it was nothing on the nightstand, before wrapping his arms around you. 

"Would you have imagined us like this… 7 years ago?" You asked. 

"What? When you screamed for little spiders in the kitchen?" He teased again, making you laugh. 

"Yes!" 

"I would have never imagined it. You the soft little bunny, stubborn brat… so pretty and so… full of light. I never would have thought so lucky to ever imagine you be mine… be married to me… giving me a loving family to go home to.." 

You propped yourself on an arm, looking up at him, eyes watery. 

"Simon…" you whined. 

"Shuhuh…bunny… baby… you're mine now…" he cooed, bringing your face to his. 

Heated kiss and wandering hands. 

"Si..Simon.." you moaned. 

"Yes baby..?" He called, teeth grazing at the soft skin of your neck. 

"You are… insatiable…" you teased. 

"I'm thinking… about you… round with my baby…" 

You blushed. 

"Simon.. we have foour kids!" 

"You'd refuse me another one?" He sucked on the soft skin. 

You closed your eyes, biting your lip to stiffen a moan. 

"Please baby…" he whined. "Let me breed you… " 

"Simon… this isn't fair…" 

"One more… let me fill you up…" 

"Yes.. please…" 

"Good girl." 

-_-_-_-_

Thank you.

[tylermileslockett]

An Impossible Task (#3 in my "Quest for the Gorgon Head" series

Perseus was lovingly raised into a fine young man by the fisherman who found them. Amazingly, the fisherman’s brother was King Polydectes, the ruler of Seriphos. One evening Perseus is invited to a secret banquet within the king’s hall. It is revealed the party is for guests to offer gifts to the king for a dowry to marry a neighboring princess. Many aristocrats lead fine horses before the king in generous offerings, until finally, Perseus is called up to present his contribution. The boy, unprepared, stands empty handed. Eager to prove his worth, the young man offers to acquire anything the king wishes, even “the Head of a dreaded gorgon”, he jokingly adds. The hall echoes in chuckles. But the king does not laugh. For king Polydectes, secretly desiring Perseus’ mother Danae, has cleverly devised this trap to dispose of the boy. The king immediately agrees to Perseus’ impossible suggestion. Perseus, keeping his composure, gracefully bows and retires. But how on earth can he ever hope to accomplish such an unimaginable task? He will need help. Help from the gods. 

        Here we have an example of what Joseph Campbell deems the “Call to adventure.” This is the point in a myth or fairytale where the protagonist is either offered or forced into a quest. Sometimes the hero will turn down the call, but in the end, the journey must commence, or else we have no story.

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

For you - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: angst and cliffhanger ending, tyler crying :(

Word Count: 1710

Summary: A few weeks after graduating high school you break the news to your best friend Tyler that you're leaving Columbus.

Summer 2006

Tyler and I had been friends since we were six, and nothing ever changed between us. It had been two weeks since we’d graduated high school, and we’d decided to go on a road trip. While most of our friends had already chosen which colleges they wanted to attend, neither Tyler nor I had made a final decision yet—except I’d just made mine that morning.

We’d parked our car at the entrance to a forest about an hour from Columbus and walked into the greenery. It was a warm day, so I was wearing a t-shirt I’d gotten on a Disney World trip with Tyler and my family, and he was wearing a black muscle shirt that showed off the tattoos he’d gotten the day we graduated, the ink still vibrant.

“I still can’t believe you got those,” I laughed, closing the car door.

“I still can’t believe my mom didn’t kill me the second she saw them,” he quipped, leading the way to the trail. “Have you thought much about what you’re going to do now that we’re done with school?”

I knew he was going to ask that question. I’d deliberately chosen not to tell him when I saw him that morning. When he realized I wasn’t answering, he turned around and looked at me, giving me a look that screamed, “I can read your mind.” His hair was short, initially buzzed to keep it out of his face for basketball, but it had grown out since. I looked into his eyes, which compelled me to tell him everything; the look on his face begged, “Please.”

“Come on, Ty. We don’t need to talk about that right now,” I muttered and continued to walk on until he grabbed my hand.

“Don’t hide things from me, Y/N. We don’t do that,” he said. I pulled my hand out of his grip and let out a loud sigh. He had a point. I’d never kept a secret from Tyler, and when I did have one, he was the first person I told. We were always vulnerable with each other, too. Whenever he was struggling, he’d come and talk to me. He’d even share his music with me despite feeling embarrassed about it because he was ‘supposed to be a jock.’

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed at that. “How on earth would you hurt me? It’s not like you’re leaving, right?” I didn’t say anything. I stood there staring at him with a saddened look on my face, which seemed to be contagious. “It’s not like you’re leaving, right?” he repeated.

“Tyler…” I reached out to him, but he moved away. My worst fear had come true. He hated me.

“You promised me… you said you’d always be here for me, Y/N. You know I need you!” His eyes quickly turned glossy with tears welling up. I had promised that. But I also knew that I couldn’t always be there for him.

“I only got into one school, Ty! What else am I supposed to do? You know I want to do film,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“You’re supposed to stay in Columbus with me!” he shouted back, two tears running down his face.

“It’s gonna to be okay, Tyler,” I moved closer to him, and the tears started pouring down his face, prompting me to bring him into a tight embrace. He started sobbing, bringing the reality of how much I meant to him to the front of my mind. I really hadn’t thought we were that close. He pulled away slightly from me and looked desperately into my eyes, his hands coming up and cupping my face in the most intimate way he’d ever treated me.

“I need you, Y/N. Don’t leave me alone.” I leant my forehead against his, my right hand cupping the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, Ty,” I whispered, closing my eyes. This was the moment he decided to press his lips to mine in a quick kiss, the saltiness of his tears bringing a depression to an otherwise desperate attempt to make me his. His lips were softer than I had expected them to be. I’d known Tyler through both of his high school girlfriends, and he’d never treated any of them like this before. I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes searching for some kind of explanation.

“Stay with me. I love you,” he pleaded.

“You know I can’t,” I responded, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you too.”

We spent the rest of the day walking through the forest and talking about the future. I’d decided to move to California and attend UCLA’s Film School on an arts scholarship. He still didn’t know what to do now that school was over; basketball was his life in school, but he didn’t want to keep doing it forever. We’d ultimately decided to make the most of the summer and make memories while we could, which resulted in a summer romance between us—the very thing I least expected when I’d woken up that morning.

The day I left for California was hard on Tyler, but I’d made sure to prepare him.

“Are you sure you have to go?” he asked, sitting on my bed while I packed my bags.

“You already know the answer to that. But you know we’ll text every day,” I looked up at him. We’d agreed to end the relationship when I left; four years on the other side of the country would make a serious relationship between us impossible, and we didn’t want to break up on bad terms. “Hey, don’t you have that music thing next week?” Tyler had met some people over the summer who were in local bands and had started attending gigs on the weekends.

“Yeah, but I’ll be too depressed missing you to write anything at the damn workshop,” he’d now rolled over onto his back and was looking at me upside down off the edge of the bed. We both knew that every second we had would be our last, and it was bringing the feeling in the room down.

“I’m proud of you, Ty. You know that, right?” He rolled back onto his stomach and jumped up in front of me.

“Yeah, I know, babe,” he used the one nickname I’d earned over the summer. He was the only one to ever call me that, and I loved him for it.

“I mean it. You’re going places.” I smiled up at him before pulling him in for a final hug. He pressed a kiss to my right temple before whispering, “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I love you,” I whispered back before pulling away to grab my suitcase and getting into my car. “Text me every day, Ty, and never ever stop dreaming.”

Summer 2012

I hadn’t spoken to Tyler in three years. He stopped texting me as we both got busier with school and work. The last I’d heard from him, he had formed a band with two of his community college friends, but in a call from my mom, she had told me it wasn’t working out. Other than the occasional call with my mom, I had no idea what was going on back home. For the last few years, I’d worked in the film industry as both a writer and director for short films, but no big projects had come out of it. I was sitting in my apartment eating breakfast on my first Saturday off in a month, ironically scrolling through my emails. Everything was from producers, except for one email from an address I was unfamiliar with: “Reel Bear Media.” I laughed at the film pun before opening the email addressed to “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

My name is Mark. You don’t know me, but I’ve heard a lot about you from one of my clients. I’m well aware that you’re currently based in Los Angeles, California, but I have a work opportunity I’d like to offer you. I currently work as a content producer for an Ohio band with a small but rapidly growing fan base. I’d like to offer you the job (at the request of the front man) as a touring videographer for the band ‘Twenty One Pilots.’ I’ve attached my contact information and some of my photos if you’re interested.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Mark Eshleman”

I scrolled down to look at the attached photo file to come face to face with the boy—now man—I hadn’t seen in around six years.

He’d finally done it. Tyler had finally had the opportunity to make his music. He’d met someone–who I was sure he got along well with–who could truly help him succeed. I pulled out my phone and dialled the saved number I had for Tyler, praying that he hadn’t changed his it. It rang once, twice, I looked at the clock to make sure the time zones were right, three times. 

“Hello?”

“Tyler?” I crossed my fingers, hoping it was him. 

“Hi Y/N. It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” the sound of his voice had changed, deeper than the last time I’d heard it. I could hear the sound of his smirk, confidence sounded good on him. 

“I got the email from Mark. I can’t believe you remembered I did film, let alone even thought of me,” I spoke, the tone of surprise very clearly sounding through the phone. I could hear his laugh come through the speaker. 

“Of course I thought of you. There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you baby,” I grinned hearing the nickname for the first time since I left, “I take it you’re coming then?” I nodded, knowing he can’t see me at all but knew exactly what I’m doing. “Flights are booked then. Be at LAX at 12pm and Josh and I will be at the airport in Columbus as soon as you land.” I couldn’t believe he had the power to book plane tickets that quickly and pick exactly who he wanted as part of his project. 

“I'm so excited to see you! I just know Josh is gonna love you,” he spoke.

“Sorry, who’s Josh?”

//

A/N: I really really loved writing this one. It went from something I wasn't too sure about into something super cute ngl. I'll probably write a part two if people want it so make sure to either request it in the question box or comment below if you're keen. Also, please don't repost my writing onto other platforms because I do work hard to come up with these stories!

Thanks for reading <3

[mrtwizz]

Snow On The Beach [Part Three]

Alternative Title: Xavier and Tyler annoying Y/n for five thousand words straight

Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader slow burn series

Warnings: Xavier and Tyler slander, mentions of murder, hinted underaged drinking, just typical Wednesday stuff

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Wednesday and Y/n seek out more information about Joseph Crackstone, Y/n is pining after the Addams girl. And Wednesday is beginning to enjoy her presence? That's impossible, Y/n is just interested in the murder investigation...right?

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Quick note: I used the word to describe the reader's skin as 'pale' but I'm referring to the way skin pales when there's no blood in the body. I explain that in the fic but I wanted to clear that up before you read, this is an inclusive fic and is not targeted at white people. this fic is targeted for whoever wants to read it.

Eugene, Wednesday and Y/n make their way around the old building, all dressed in pilgrim garb. 

“Eugene, give me your retainer.” Wednesday demands, looking at the lock to the meeting house. 

“What? Why? Your teeth are really good, not as straight or white as Enid’s but-” Eugene begins to ramble.

Wednesday cuts the boy off, “Hand it over.”

The girl sticks her hand out, gesturing for Eugene to put his retainer in her hand.

Eugene takes it out and wipes it on his sleeve, “What if Mistress Arlene catches us?” 

“Hive code, deny everything.” Wednesday responds. 

“That’s not hive code!” Eugene exclaims, clearly not used to the girl’s mannerisms. 

“What’s the deal with this Crackstone anyways?” Y/n asks, watching as Wednesday picks the lock. 

“Stop talking, keep watch.” Wednesday says to Eugene, handing him his gently used retainer back. 

Y/n follows Wednesday into the old meeting house, she lets Thing out of her bag and moves to stand in front of a creepy statue of some dude. The dude Y/n assumed to be Crackstone, looked like every other ugly middle aged white man she’d ever seen.

Thing tugged at the hem of Wednesday's dress and gestured over to a painting. 

“The Old Meeting House, 1625.” Wednesday read out loud and studied the painting. 

An old oil painting depicting a man, presumably Joseph Crackstone, standing over a fire gesturing out to a crowd. As Y/n looked closer she could make out the details of one of the girl’s faces, the girl stood out. She was dressed in a darker dress, and without a bonnet to cover her hair. And if Y/n stared at the girl's face long enough, it resembles that of a blonde Wednesday Addams.

“Wednesday…she kind of looks like you.” Y/n mumbled, not looking away from the painting. 

“This is the girl from my vision.” Wednesday said, referencing the vision she had the day of the Poe Cup, “She’s even holding the same book. The black one she had outside Crackstone’s Crypt.” 

The girl with black braids moved to where a dusty book sat in a display case next to a dagger. Y/n held open the glass so Wednesday could grab the book. 

“This is the book,” Wednesday’s usually flat voice held something akin to excitement, “Codex Umbrarum.”

Wednesday turned to Y/n, “That’s Latin for ‘Book of Shadows’.” The fair skinned girl opened the book only to be bitterly disappointed, “Great, it’s a fake.” 

She slammed the book shut, “I don’t know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler.” 

Y/n would have laughed at how out of touch Wednesday was with the current world, except the door swung open.

An angry Arelene stormed through, holding an unwilling Eugene by the ear, “Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?” 

“Mistress Arlene, how now?” Wednesday pretends to be pleased by the red haired woman’s presence, as if she weren’t doing what she was told not to do. 

Y/n realized that Wednesday was a little too good at lying her way through things, and probably just as good at manipulating others to do her bidding. 

“How now, indeed.” Arlene sneers, “I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me.” 

Eugene spoke up, “I told her the door was unlocked, and that you were dying to learn more about Crackstone.” 

“Yes, and this display case was already open.” Wednesday lied. 

“That book’s a replica.” Arlene said, not believing their lies. 

Wednesday’s sharp tone came back, “You don’t say.” 

“The original was stolen last month, during the two o’clock witch trial.” The woman informs.

“It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?” Wednesday questions. 

Y/n thought that Wednesday made a good point, almost thirty dollars a ticket? That’s absurd. 

“Hold thy tongue. I’m reassigning the three of you, to fudge churning duty.” Arlene spits out. 

“The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?” Wednesday demands to know. 

Arlene huffs, “How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April.” 

Y/n and Wednesday snuck out from under Arlene’s watchful eye before they both could go mad. Wednesday directed their walk towards the coffee house, claiming she needed help finding the Old Meeting house. 

Wednesday stood, staring at a corkboard with all sorts of clippings attached to it. While Y/n shifted her gaze between the corkboard and to Wednesday’s side profile, noting the slope of her nose. And the way her eyelashes were so long they almost looked like they were fake, but Y/n knew better of the girl to assume they were extensions. 

“I thought you two were supposed to be at Pilgrim World.” Xavier Thorpe’s voice came from behind the pair. 

“Deserted it while our sanity was still intact.” Wednesday spoke, moving over to the counter where a little brass bell sat. 

“Oh yeah? Want a coffee?” The boy leaned against the counter,”It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at the pitiful boy’s futile attempts at flirting, “We’re here for Tyler actually, need his help with something.” 

Xavier’s expression fell, “Y/n, you know he’s bad news.” 

“Yup,” Y/n brushed him off, hitting the little bell on the countertop. 

Tyler came from around the back and there was immediate tension between the two boys, “You rang?” 

Xavier scoffed and walked off, “Want the usual?” 

“And some help,” Wednesday turned to open and place her map on the table, “You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one for the 1600s?” She turned to face Tyler, “Do you know if it’s still around?” 

“What’s left is out in Cobham Woods, but it’s pretty much a ruin.” Tyler glanced at Y/n, who stood at Wednesday’s other shoulder. 

“Show me.” The girl orders. 

Tyler stutters before pointing on the map, “There, but, look it’s kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads used that place as a crash pad. My dad had to clear it out every couple of weeks.” 

Wednesday turns her focus from the boy to the map, “What’s this about?” 

“Nothing.” She grabs the map and refolds it. 

“You’re becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing.” Tyler notes. 

“Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands?” Wednesday asks sarcastically. 

Y/n let’s out a huff of air that could be considered a laugh at the mental image of Wednesday Addams in a One Direction tee-shirt. Wednesday turns to look at the other girl as the two begin to walk out, “Thank you for your help.” 

“Hey listen,” Tyler says, causing Y/n to turn around, “the ruins are kind of tricky to find.” 

“Wednesday and I are big girls Tyler, I bet we can find them ourselves.” Y/n flashes a fake smile, all while just so happening to flash her elongated canines in the process. 

“I know my way around the great outdoors.” Wednesday adds. 

“Don’t tell me you were a Girl Scout.” Tyler jokes. 

“I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast,” Wednesday deapans, “actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that.” 

Y/n laughs at Wednesday’s absurd family history, and the look on Tyler’s face as the two turn around for the second time to leave. The two pass Xavier who looks at Wednesday longingly as they exit the building. 

The duo make their way out to the forest where Tyler had told them the original Meeting House had been. The forest was eerie, and the worst part was the crows that cawed from above. There was a thick layer of fog that surrounded the trees and made it difficult for Y/n to navigate, but Wednesday seemed to have no problem in doing so. 

They eventually made their way to what was now the ruins of the old house. Wednesday sat her bag on the ground, allowing Thing to once more leave its confides, as she walked further into the ruins. 

Y/n looked around as Wednesday turned to face her and Thing, “I was expecting more too.” 

“Who are you talking to, little girl?” An old man with nappy white hair and scruffy beard spoke from behind her. 

While Y/n clutched at her undead heart, though Wednesday seemed unphased. 

Instead she turned to speak to him, “Use the words ‘little’ and ‘girl’ to address me again, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” 

This enraged the man, “This is my place. Get out.” He hollered. 

“Thing, a hand here?” Wednesday addressed her trusty appendage. 

The hand scurried from his spot on the ground next to Y/n, and up the man’s leg to his beard. He tightly grasped the beard, causing him to shriek. The man wrestled the hand as Wednesday looked around some more. 

Y/n wondered how Thing was able to have, for lack of better words, the upper hand to the man with two hands and full body. She then realized that she should stop questioning logistics when it came to the Addams family, and that chances are there are either no answers. Or the answer would make even less sense than what is going on. She watched as Thing seemingly dragged the blond old man out of the ruins. 

“There’s nothing here.” Wednesday comments. 

Thing signs to the Addams girl, “No, I can’t just touch something.” She walked and looked around, looking for something she had to have missed, “My visions seem to happen spontaneously.” Both girls look back at Thing and his furious signing, “I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice.” 

Wednesday sounds appalled by the suggestion of asking her mother, and Y/n notes to not bring up her mother in any conversation. 

Thing touches the ruin by his fingers, “Oh, you want me to prove it to you?” Wednesday slaps a stump of wood, not looking away from the hand. 

“Wednesday, do you think that’s the best idea?” Y/n asks, watching as she touches things. 

The girl disregards her concerns, “No.” She throws both hands against the wall, “Nothing.” 

“Ah I bet this will give us some real insight.” She says sarcastically, holding a bag up, before dramatically throwing her head back. 

Y/n becomes to feel more on edge, an uneasy feeling sinking its way into her gut. Telling her something bad was going to happen. 

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks.” Wednesday grumbles, picking up her bag and moving to leave the ruins. 

As she touches the gate her body goes rigid and her head throws itself backwards, throwing her mind into yet another vision. This time Y/n is quick enough to catch her body as it spins and falls to the hard ground. 

Y/n sat there as rain began to pour, soaking the three of them. Until Wednesday woke from her trance with a start, sitting straight up. 

“Y/n, Thing, I saw her! The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams,” Wednesday recalls, “and I believe she’s my ancestor from four-hundred years ago.” 

Y/n hears something from beyond the ruins, and Wednesday must have heard it too. Both girls get up from the mud and walk to the destroyed wood. 

Y/n looks past the wood between the cracks and into the woods, “Must’ve been the old man from earlier.” 

She looks again only to come eye to eye with a beast, she lets out a horrified shriek and stumbles back into Wednesday. 

“Come on, come on!” Wednesday exclaims, wanting to follow the man killing beast. 

The two run until the paw prints become footprints, and Wednesday crouches down to examine them.  

“The monster’s human.” Wednesday voices what both girls had realized. 

The footsteps of another come up behind the girls, “What the hell are you doing?” 

The voice belonged to Xavier, he had impeccable timing didn't he? 

Wednesday quickly stands and faces the boy, “We were following the monster.” 

“You saw it?” Xavier is standing under an umbrella, “It’s here? Do you have a death wish or something?”  Y/n shrugs, “I can’t really die, so.” 

“What exactly are you doing here?” Wednesday’s attitude suddenly switches, she’d realized his perfect timing as well. 

“I overheard you two saying you were going to check out the old meeting house. Guess you’re lucky I showed up when I did.” Xavier spoke, looking out past the girls. 

“We did learn one thing, the monster is human.” Wednesday informs the tall boy, “Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones.” 

“Show me.” 

Both Y/n and Wednesday turn to where the prints had lied only moments prior, now being completely washed away from the downpour.  “Rain washed them away.” Y/n states the obvious. 

Xavier scoffs, “I know what I saw, and Y/n saw it too.” Wednesday defends. 

“I’m trying to keep an open mind.” Xavier says, trying not to smile. 

“How big of you.” Wednesday mutters. 

The three of them begin walking, “I do think you guys were right about Rowan.” 

Y/n turns to the boy, “Why the sudden change of heart?” 

“I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet over spring break, and go snowboarding like we did last year.” Xavier states, “This time he texted right back, said he wouldn’t be able to make it.” 

“Only you never went snowboarding last year.” Wednesday says, following the trick Xavier played on ‘Rowan’.

“And the mystery continues.” Y/n adds. 

“Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness.” He pauses, “I didn’t want to think something bad had happened.” “The cover-up is always worse than the crime.” Wednesday states, causing both Y/n and Xavier to look at the girl. 

“Now I need you to be honest with me,” Xavier stops, making the two stop with him, “why’d you go out to the old meeting house in the first place?” 

“I was trying to learn more about Crackstone, and Y/n didn’t want me going alone.’ Wednesday states, “Figure out how he’s connected to this.” 

“Yeah, you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?” Xavier looks at Wednesday.

“What makes you think I have any?” Wednesday pretends to not know what he’s talking about. 

“Lucky guess. When did they start?” The boy presses. 

“About a year ago.” Wednesday turns so they can keep walking, “When they happen, it feels like I’m touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation.” She remarks, causing Y/n to look at her. 

“Yeah, but you can’t control it, and that freaks you out.”  Xavier continues, “My dad’s a psychic.”

“Vincent Thorpe.” Wednesday says, “My brother’s his number one fan. Watched his Vegas Special so many times that I’m surprised it’s not imprinted on his eyeballs.” Wednesday speaks of her brother with a peculiar sort of fondness. One that only someone with a younger brother could truly understand. 

“So I’ve lived with the self-described master. And the first thing he’ll tell you is that psychic visions can’t be trusted. They only show you one part of the picture.” Xavier explains. 

“I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me, as clearly as I’m seeing you or Y/n now.” Wednesday stopped walking, “He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“Okay he was a sadistic asshole. So what? It was four-hundred years ago. It’s got nothing to do with now.” Xavier spoke like every guy that never paid attention in a single history class Y/n had ever attended, which had been far too many. 

“But what if it does?” Wednesday questions, “You saw Rowan’s drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad.”

“You’re creating a story in your head, and using visions to back it up.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the way Xavier spoke to the girl in front of him, “They’re telling you what you want to see.” 

Wednesday is appalled, “Are you mansplaining my power?” 

Xavier rolls his eyes as he scoffs, “All I’m saying is my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions. And let’s be honest, emotion isn’t your strong suit.” 

Wednesday looks to where Y/n stood behind her, “I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster.” 

Wednesday turns to face Xavier momentarily, “Whoever it is.” Before quickening her pace. 

Y/n sat with Enid as she got ready for her date with Ajax. 

Enid turned to Wednesday who was trying to write her novel, “Too much?” 

Wednesday turned to glance at the shirt the blonde werewolf held up and sighed, “I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” 

Enid ignores Wednesday’s comment and turns to Y/n with another option, “So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off of that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn’t even get to do my dance routine.” 

“Oh no, what a pity.” Y/n laughs at Enid’s dramatic behavior. 

“What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?” Enid asks nobody in particular, the girl was really just talking to herself. 

Wednesday stops typing once more, “You’re going to be late.” 

Enid panics, “Is this outfit good enough?” 

“I already told you three times it was perfect.” Y/n tries to comfort her best friend. 

“Wish me luck.” Enid picks up her light pink coat. 

“If he breaks your heart, I will nail-gun his.” Wednesday says. 

Enid hugs Y/n before heading out, “Tell me everything.” 

Y/n continues to lay in Enid’s bed, not wanting to listen to Bianca go on about whatever happened to her today. Not after such a long day, instead she listened to Wednesday type away at her novel. 

An hour later Enid came back to the dorm, sobbing. Both Y/n and Wednesday do their best to console the distraught werewolf. But with little luck, she ends up crying herself to sleep while laying her head on Y/n’s lap. 

Y/n found herself laying back on Enid’s bed, ignoring the burning sensation in her hips and lower abdomen as she did so. She technically didn’t require blood flow, but her heart still beat like it did when she was alive. She remembered back in the 50s when that witch had made it possible. Y/n can’t quite remember how, too many years had passed.

The witch had made it so her heart could beat. Blood didn’t flow, but it beat as any regular old heart would. It was a sensation that Y/n didn’t require but she missed, she also mimicked breathing so much so that she believed that she needed to.

Y/n yearned to be human for so many years, she once would have done anything to go back to that fateful night and save herself. She would have saved herself from all of those lonely years, and would have married whatever man her parents suited. She thinks about how unhappy she would have been married to a man, a loveless marriage just like her parents’. 

Y/n drifted to sleep thinking about how horrid her life would have been had she not been killed that fateful night. She wakes once to the sound of Wednesday speaking to Thing as the two of them try to sneak out of the dorm. But Y/n decides to ignore it as Enid snores loudly, still using her thighs as pillows.

The next morning consists of getting up, and watching Wednesday as she puts up a board with photos that look like they're from a crime scene. Y/n doesn’t say anything as she watches the girl ‘decorate’ her side of the room, soft music that Wednesday must have put on playing as she does so. 

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I didn’t have Ted Bundy’s Pinterest in mind.” Enid says, looking at the pictures. 

Wednesday turns to face the girl, “Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.”

“Is this why you snuck out last night?” Y/n asks, getting up from her position on Enid’s bed. 

“Thing and I made an un-sanctioned trip to the county morgue, to copy the files of the monster's victims.” Wednesday speaks as though this were a normal trip for her. 

Enid shudders with disgust, “Okay there are so many levels of ‘ew’ in that statement and I don’t even know where to begin.” 

Wednesday’s head shakes ever so slightly, “I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. I’ve already made a big discovery.” She begins to take pictures off of the black cork board. 

“Turns out, all of the monster’s victims have had body parts surgically removed.” The dark haired girl makes her way to where Enid and Y/n stood. 

She hands pictures to Y/n, “The first one a kidney, the second a finger,” 

Enid begins to feel faint as she looks at the pictures of severed body parts in Y/n’s hands, “Wednesday, I don’t feel so good.” 

“Third, a gallbladder.” She puts a finger up silencing Enid and moves back to her board. 

“And the bearded man, from the meeting house, two toes.” She slaps another picture on top of the small stack in Y/n’s hands, “Do you understand what this means? These murders aren’t mindless.” She goes back to the drawing board once more, continuing about her discovery passionately, “He’s collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It’s quite impressive, actually.” 

Y/n is so focused on Wednesday’s rant she doesn’t notice as Enid’s body sways and her knees give out from beneath her. 

Both Y/n and Wednesday turn and look down at a now unconscious Enid, “Thing fetch the smelling salts. Again.” 

“What even is the gallbladder?” Y/n murmurs, staring at the pictures in her hands. 

Later that day Y/n and Wednesday sat next to one another in Botany with Ms Thornhill. 

“While most plants rewards their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery. Or deception.” Ms Thorhill talked about plants while Y/n looked at the purple flower in front of her. 

She could feel the eyes of Xavier burning a hole in the back of her skull, but she didn’t care. What she didn’t realize were the glances that Wednesday Addams stole every once and while. She studied the way Y/n’s face changed when she was paying attention vs when she was daydreaming. Wednesday realized she enjoyed the girl's presence more than she should, and chalked it up to Y/n being interested in her investigation and aided it. 

“The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?” Thornhill asks.

“Nada,” Bianca answers, “just like all the guys at the Rave’N.” 

A few kids stifled laughs, “Okay, okay. I know you’re all excited about Saturday. Which is why I haven’t assigned any homework.” 

Students cheered at the prospect of not having any homework, “But I do still need volunteers or the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here.” Ms Thornhill finished. 

“Not gonna volunteer? That’s your strongest suit. Y’know, disco balls, spiked punch, and too drunk teen outcasts. Sounds like your kind of crowd.” Y/n teased Wednesday, who looked less than excited about the dance. 

“I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.” Wednesday responds, causing Y/n to smile, “I’ll probably do that anyway.” 

Both of them turn to grab their things, “Or you could invite someone, have some fun?” Y/n tried not to let her teasing tone drop, masking the twinge of hope she had. 

Wednesday ignores Y/n’s comment as they pack up the rest of their things, instead the scratches on Xavier’s neck caught her attention. He was her prime suspect of her investigation after all, she wouldn’t be caught alive thinking about something other than her investigation. 

“Don’t look so glum, I’m sure someone else will ask you to the Rave’N!” Enid tried to cheer Y/n up. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t even want to go to the dance.” Y/n lied, though she was not as skilled of a liar as she thought she was. 

“Whatever you say.” Enid mumbles. 

Later that day Bianca catches Y/n as she was in the library, studying between classes for an upcoming exam. 

“Hey, Y/n.” Bianca greeted, sitting next to the vampire. 

“Hi, Bianca.” Y/n greeted the same way, feeling weary of the siren. 

“Well, seeing as neither of us have dates to the Rav’N. And I’m assuming Enid already has a date, the two of us could go together. As friends, of course.” Bianca asks, well no not asks she says. 

“Oh! Well, how do you know I don’t have a date?” Y/n asked. 

“Because a certain pig-tailed goth asked Xavier. He told me all about it already.” Bianca said, not thinking about sugar coating it for the girl. 

“Oh, well it’s up to Wednesday who she goes with.” Y/n responds, sounding defeated. 

“We can go together, baddest bitch duo.” Bianca says. 

“Yeah, you’re right. We can go together.” Y/n responds, ignoring the ache deep within her soul. 

“Great, sounds like a plan. I’ll leave you to your studying.” Bianca gets up and leaves. 

Y/n didn’t know what game Bianca was playing at, but she decided she would go along with it anyways. After the conversation she had with Bianca, the studying she had once been doing was long forgotten.

Y/n packed up her notebooks and pens and made her way to her safe place, Enid’s dorm. Even though it was shared with the same girl that made her soul ache in ways she had never felt it ache before, it was still the most comforting place for her to be. 

“Oh my God! Wednesday Addams is going to the Rave’N!” Enid squeals as Y/n enters the room, unannounced. 

‘Jeez rub it in some more universe.’ Y/n thought to herself, before plastering on a smile. 

“My stars, Hell must have frozen over.” Y/n joked, letting her presence be known. 

“You know what you need now?” Enid asked. 

“A bullet to the head.” Wednesday responded coldly. 

“No! A dress!” Enid cries out. 

“I already have one.” Wednesday deadpans. 

Enid looks at the girl horrified, “Not the one you showed up here in, that thing was a fashion emergency not even lightning could resuscitate.” Enid turns to Y/n, “Back me up here.” 

Y/n puts her hands up, “Hey don’t drag me into this.” 

“Whatever, Thing?” Enid turns to where the hand sits on the music stand. 

Thing responds by putting his thumb up.

“You need something that screams, ‘First date. Stand back bitches! I have arrived!’.” Enid exclaims, “And I know just the place.” 

The next day after classes Enid drags Y/n and angry Wednesday to Jerricho to find dresses for the Rave’N. 

The three stand in front of the frilly and pink boutique, ‘Hawte Kewture’. 

“What kind of dystopian hellscape is this?” Wednesday asks, horrified. 

“Our first group shopping spree!” Enid squeals, excited, “Y/n and I have them all the time, but this is the first one with you! The dance committee’s suggesting all white to match the theme, but that’s not gonna fly with us.” 

Y/n adjusts her sunglasses in the reflection of the shop windows. 

“Well, I have more pressing business to worry about than a stupid dress, for a dance I don’t even want to attend.” Wednesday says, turning to face the other two girls. 

“But I thought we were bonding.” Enid says, clearly upset. 

“I feel I’ll only slow you two down, you’re gazelles. I’m a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and go run with the pack.” Wednesday looked over as Yoko and Divina walked into the brightly colored shop. 

“You sure?” Y/n asked, knowing damn well that Wednesday Addams did not want to go shopping. 

Enid laces her fingers with Y/n’s and drags her along into the shop. Y/n was immediately overwhelmed by the different fragrances hitting her nose and the soft noise of some pop songs that were on the radio. 

“You alright?” Enid asked, seeing Y/n scrunch her nose up. 

“Oh, yeah just a lot of different smells. They don’t all compliment each other.” Y/n mentions, moving to look at the racks of dresses. 

Quickly Enid begins to find dresses to try on, Y/n moves between the racks. Gently touching fabrics she thinks would feel nice against her skin. 

Minutes later Enid returns, putting dresses back on the racks before shuffling through more. Shopping was Enid Sinclair’s superpower, she might not have been able to wolf out. But she was a God at finding just the perfect outfit for any occasion. 

Y/n mindlessly looked at dresses, not really caring for any of the ones she’d seen. 

Enid gasped as she saw a light blue dress, she grabbed it to look at it better.

“Try this on, now.” Enid demanded, shoving the dress into the vampire’s arms. 

“Okay, miss bossy pants.” Y/n teases, moving to the dressing rooms. 

Y/n takes notice of the way the silk material feels between her fingers, the pale blue glinting in the harsh lighting of the dressing room. She quickly takes off the purple pin-striped uniform that was issued to her at the beginning of the school year. Y/n had since taken it into her own hands and changed it, made it more her. 

Her first years back at Nevermore, Weems had gotten mad and punished her for the altercations to the uniform. But after the second year she had decided it wasn’t worth the fight, and allowed the ‘young’ vampire to express herself within reason. 

Y/n carefully slipped the dress on, and zipped it up before looking in the mirror adjusting the straps so it fit properly. She stared at herself in the mirror, taking in the dress. Then taking in the way the dress looked on her. It perfectly complemented her skin, which had paled over the years from a lack of blood flowing through her veins. 

She had decided that this was the dress and quickly changed back into her school uniform. She left the dressing room with the dress in hand, she found a pair of white heels to go with the dress and purchased the items. 

Enid had messaged her letting her know that she stopped by the Weathervane with Yoko and Divina.   

[9leaguesofmirrors]

My Favourite Reece Shearsmith Characters

So it's Reece Shearsmith's birthday today, so I decided to celebrate this by sharing some of my favourite characters played by this fantastically talented actor

These are in no particular order

Gregory Brewster - Him Indoors

Him Indoors is a short film about a serial killer with agoraphobia. Not only is the premise very interesting, Reece delivers a chilling yet very entertaining performance as the main character. It's on YouTube if you want to watch it, which I highly reccomend you do!

Tommy - Bernie Clifton's Dressing Room

This HAD to be on the list! Reece's performance as Tommy is heartbreaking, we watch a man seems to put-together and serious slowly fall apart and lose control of his calm façade - impeccable work

Sean Stone - Chasing Shadows

Admittedly, I don't know where the watch the full show, but I have seen clips and I knew I had to put it on this list because of Reece's portrayal of an autistic person. You can tell he put a lot of thought and research into it in order to give a realistic performance, which is a testament to his dedication and how much he truly cares about the roles he plays and who he's representing

Tyler - Riddle Of The Sphinx SPOILERS BELOW

If there's one thing Reece is good at, it's how to play a chilling villain. Everything about Tyler is unnerving and he manages to be terrifying without being loud or angry all the time. It's measured and the emotion builds and builds - fantastic work!

Joseph Lisgoe - The League Of Gentlemen

I've mentioned before that the debt collectors were underused, and I simply had to talk about how extraordinary Reece's performance as Lisgoe was. He completely dives into the roles he plays and this one was no exception, not even a light smashing on his closest friend stops him from carrying on a scene (just check out the outtakes!), he simply embodies the part and delivers a performance that terrifies the cast, crew and the audience

Laurence - Merrily Merrily SPOILERS BELOW

Merrily Merrily is an Inside No. 9 episode that I can never rewatched because of how empty it made me feel - and I mean that in the best way possible! Laurence is wracked with pain over the loss of his late partner, and Reece delivers such a subtle yet haunting performance that I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about it

Ross Gaines - The League of Gentlemen

Ross is such a fun character because of how manipulative, calculating and cold he is. Not only does it set him apart from the other inhabitants of Royston Vasey, it makes his scenes with Pauline all the more tense and entertaining - and Reece really does deliver in the role. I'm glad they decided to go with this casting choice

Aiden - Thinking Out Loud

Like with Laurence, Reece delivers a hauntingly stellar performance. What makes this one really special is that it's a monologue. There's nobody for him to bounce off of or react to, he has to reach those emotions himself. And, as always, he nails it

Ollie Plimsolls - The League Of Gentlemen

I've said before that I think Ollie is one of the most cleverly written League characters and I stand by that. As a representation of the Saviour Complex and self-righteousness of people in theatre, Ollie is a character that should be easy to hate... but because of Reece's expert comedic timing and delivery, he ends up being so funny that you can't help but laugh every time he's onscreen

SPECIAL MENTION: Gilbert - Betty Blue Eyes

Reece Shearsmith said in an interview that he wasn't a great singer. Reece Shearsmith is a liar. Don't believe me? Listen to The Kind Of Man I Am from Betty Blue Eyes and thank me later

Also, if you can find it, there's a short bootleg of him in The Producers which is good too!

Of course, this are just a few of his performances and he's never delivered a bad one - whether he's playing a comedic character like Archie in The Bill or a more serious one like in Borley Rectory. And we haven't even touched on his writing skills, I can't wait to see what he does next!

[twenty-one-fics]

Cobwebs and flies

Tyler Joseph x reader // requested

(No warnings)

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Sundays are your favorite days, for multiple reasons. However, mostly because you don’t have to work and you never make plans on Sundays so you have a wide open 24 hours to do whatever you want with. Whether that be baking, gardening, drawing, or reading, or perhaps all of the above.

Today you started your morning with a lovely hot mug of coffee made your favorite way. You smiled to yourself as you carried your ceramic baby blue cup of goodness to the living room where you planned to watch YouTube and rot until it was time for bed.

With a sigh you grabbed your remote and took a sip of coffee as you settled in on the plush, inviting couch. It was a beautiful suede wrap around that your parents got you for Christmas that year. You scrolled through suggested videos on YouTube until you found something of interest. ‘A day in the life of a medieval peasant’ you hummed to yourself with amusement and pressed play.

Knock knock knock

Your eyes shot to your door. Who the heck is that? You’re certain you made no plans today. You never did, it was a personal rule. you set down your coffee and reluctantly made your way to the door. It couldn’t be your parents they’re out of town until next week. None of your friends would even be awake yet , let alone standing at your front door. Your heart rate began to quicken at the prospect of something being wrong or someone you loved in trouble.

You gripped the door knob , sent up a quick prayer and pulled the door open. your jaw dropped. A mix of emotions pooled In your chest and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Tyler..”

Your voice was nothing More than a light whisper , you weren’t even sure what you said had been audible.

“Hey”

Tyler smiled shyly with a small wave of his hand. His grin grew wider as a yell escaped your lips

“TYLER?!!”

You ran out the door and flew in to his arms, your tense shoulders relaxed at the warmth of his body flush with yours. His chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths. His fingers digging in to your sides like he was afraid if he let go you might float away. You felt like you might.

“What are you doing here?? I thought you guys were on tour”

You smiled into his neck , inhaling his familiar scent. You haven’t seen him in almost a year and you missed him everyday. Tyler was one of your oldest and best friends, he was your partner in crime all through highschool. He was there for everything , your first boyfriend , your first failed test, your first soccer tournament, your first job , first highschool dance … everything. the memories flooded back to you as you looked into his chocolate brown eyes. They shimmered with…. What was that? Happiness? Adoration? Perhaps just relief , sometimes it’s just nice to see an old friend.

You pulled away from the hug first , holding Tyler at an arms length, his gleaming teeth bared as he smiled down at you , eyes searching every inch of your face.

“We are still on tour but we have a week or so in between shows and we’re in town and … I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you… so surprise!”

He laughed as he did jazz hands

You just stood there smiling at him , you were in awe. Your Ty guy was home and took time out of his ,what you could only imagine is an insanely busy schedule, to come see you.

“Oh my gosh this is my favorite day , come on come in I’ll get you something to drink”

You all but squealed with excitement as you gestured for him to follow you inside , and he did so with a small chuckle. He was happy to see you and it was written all over his wonderful face.

“Do you have any-“

Tyler began to ask as you led him to the kitchen

“Red Bull?”

You finished with a smile , he returned the gesture with a nod

“Yes redbull”

He smiled coyly leaning against the marbled white and gray counter top , his head cocked slightly to one side as he took in his surroundings. He’d been here many times before of course , but you’d made a few small changes to the place since he’d seen it last.

“No I don’t , that stuff is literally poison for your body”

You replied with a grimace

“Still on your health kick?”

He asked , now stepping towards you as you stood in front of your refrigerator.

“Itsssss not a health kick Ty , just called taking care of yourself”

You giggled, he always picked at you about your constant strive to live a healthy lifestyle, but you knew he didn’t mean any of it , he actually admired the care and attention you put in to taking care of your body and your self.

“Always such an inspiration aren’t you?”

He chimed reaching in the fridge and grabbing a cold pressed juice

“I’ll bet you made this yourself”

He added holding up the bottle of red liquid.

You scrunched your nose at him

“So what if I did”

You retorted grabbing a water for yourself and closing the refrigerator door.

“It’s beet juice by the way , you’ve been warned”

Tyler chuckled

“I knew it”

You rolled your eyes and nudged his ribs with your elbow gently.

“Come on let’s go outside and enjoy the nice morning “

You perked up at the prospect of a cozy morning on the porch with your dearest friend. You had so many questions and wanted to know absolutely everything about all the wonderful places he’s been in the last year. You grabbed his hand without even thinking about it. You felt his fingers twitch like he was going to pull away but then he gripped your hand tightly and allowed you to pull him outside.

You both sat on a chair and just took a second to look at eachother

“You look so good Ty!”

You smiled letting your eyes fall down his figure and back up , his face reddened slightly and he waved off your comment with a small laugh that barely bubbled over his mauve lips.

“So do you (y/n). You really do”

He replied looking In to your eyes, his tongue flicked over his lips and your eyes flew to his mouth and then away again. You felt your cheeks heat and shifted your position to play off the fact that you were flustered.

“I wish you would have given me a twenty minute warning or something, I just woke up, I look like hell”

You gestures to your outfit: grey sweats and a white t shirt from highschool that had a few holes in it and splashes of paint here and there. Your hair was in a high bun and it was far too early for makeup.

“You look beautiful, wouldn’t have you any other way than you are right now. This is my favorite version of you”

He chimed, his voice was quiet but his eyes never left yours as the words left his mouth. For a moment you were speechless , for some reason this felt different. Tyler had complimented you before , tons of times but it felt heavier this time , like there was more behind it.

was it due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in so long ? You know what they say , absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Tell me everything”

You demanded with an excited smile as you leaned back in your chair. Tyler beamed at you and shook his head.

“But I want to hear about you (y/n) how are you? What have you been doing? How’s Max?”

Tyler’s fired off questions, leaning toward you his elbows rested

on the tops of his thighs. For the first time since he’d been here , your smile fell.

Max.

How does he not know? Had you really not spoken to him about it?

“What’s wrong?”

Tyler asked , immediately picking up on the change in your demeanor.

You blinked and shook your head slightly

“Oh nothing , max and I aren’t together anymore”

You let out a sigh , like the words were heavy on your heart and saying this out loud to Tyler lifted their weight off of your shoulders.

His face fell with concern

“What happened?”

He questioned , syrupy sympathy dripping from his words.

You waved a hand in the air as if to play down the statement that was about to leave your lips

“I found him with another girl.. it was stupid..”

Your voice broke on the last word and you cursed yourself for getting emotional. This wasn’t what you wanted , you didn’t want this to still hurt you, it had been a few months now and for the most part you’ve been okay. You’ve learned how to be alone again, but saying this to Tyler, finally talking with him about it , made your heart ache and realize how much you’ve truly missed him.

You didn’t look at Tyler , you couldn’t bring yourself to do it because you felt so stupid. Tyler had had his reservations about Max when the two of you first got together, but of course you brushed his concerns off. You didn’t want to go in to your relationship with Max on negative thinking.

But Tyler’s intuition was right and you felt so so stupid.

Tyler didn’t say anything just looked at you, he didn’t know what he could say and he wasn’t the type of person to say ‘I told you so’

“I feel so stupid”

Was all you managed to get out. Your voice was hoarse and you were trying with all your might not to cry.

“Hey… no”

Tyler said standing and moving to you, he crouched in front of you and grabbed your hands , resting them in your lap.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid. This isn’t your fault (y/n) none of this is your fault”

He stroked your hand with his thumb , it was consistent and gentle. Tears raced down your hot cheeks, you hadn’t cried about this in a while , but Tyler always made you more emotional, he just had that affect on you. He made you feel things so intensely when he was around.

“How come my relationships never go right? Is something wrong with me?”

The question was rhetorical but Tyler held your hands tighter , he had a broken despondent look in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Of course not, you’re perfect… I’m so sorry he did this to you (y/n) I’m so sorry, you’re the last person on this planet that deserves that. You’re such a warm and compassionate person, you’re living sunshine and the kindest, most selfless person I know , and you’re painfully beautiful. Inside and out you are absolutely beautiful”

He soothed , his voice was low and Earnest. His hands moved up to your arms as he stood and pulled you up to him wrapping you in another time stopping hug.

You let yourself cry, you let yourself be an absolute mess on Tyler’s shoulder because this is exactly what you needed to finally let go of the pain that max instilled on you.

Tyler was what you needed.

His hand moved up and down your spine with purpose , his touch was gentle and warm. You shook lightly as you sniffled wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Oh … I’m a mess”

You sighed , before letting out a pathetic self deprecating chuckle.

Tyler didn’t let you go , his lips brushed your ear as he spoke sending a jolt of hot awareness down your spine

“You are too good for him (y/n)”

He looked down at you as you swiped more tears from your eyes, trying to clean yourself up and stop all this nonsense crying. Max was done and over with , this had happened months ago and you didn’t even have feelings for him anymore. The tears were more or less therapeutic, especially here with Tyler. You needed this, this was the nail in the coffin of yours and Max’s relationship.

You lifted your head , giving Tyler a watery smile

“I needed that”

You admitted as his hand caressed your back.

“I think I did too, It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, I don’t want to wait that long ever again.”

Tyler stated as he eyed you carefully. His eyes narrowed and his brows creased slightly. You knew him long enough to know that was his thinking face.

“What are you thinking about?”

You asked poking his chest. neither of you had made a move to step away from each other. You just stood there in his arms , letting him soothe you.

“I’m here for a week, and then we’re leaving for Europe..”

Tyler began, watching you as each word left his lips. You nodded your understanding, waiting for him to continue. A slow smile curled his lips , brightening his eyes before he spoke again

“Come with us”

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A/N: hello! I hope everyone enjoyed this short one shot, I’m actually considering doing a part two but I haven’t decided yet! Please let me know if you liked it or not I love any feedback anyone has. The person who requested this was anonymous but whoever you are thank you for the great prompt.

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[nikaandtea]

navigating mv has me thinking

aka, a post navigating mv set trenchler oneshot where i serve you all everything you need to mentally prepare for the lore finale!

this one is short but i needed to get it down (1668 words)

Clancy looks down at where their hands meet, feeling Torch's hand through the rough cloth of the mask. His mind was still overwhelmed with the concept of Torch not being there this entire time. Still not being able to wrap his mind around the fact that for the first time in years, he is truly looking at Torch. The heat from the fire next to them burns into the side of his face, thick layer of clothing becoming uncomfortable against his skin. He manages to look up and meet eyes with the other, who nods and quickly lets go of the mask and begins to walk in the other direction. Right, it was too open to speak here. Crackling of wood and overwhelming heat slowly fades behind them as they march on through the forest, the sounds of late night wildlife filling the air alongside their footsteps.

"Are you hurt?" Torch breaks the silence, moving aside a branch that was in his way, holding it in place for Clancy to pass through. He's keeping his voice low, meaning they're probably not near camp. Clancy wonders how often they've been spied on for him to suddenly be this cautious.

"No- not really..." Clancy mutters as they began to walk alongside, the mask tightly clasped inside his fist. "How did you... find me? And lead me? I've never heard you mention-" Torch holds out a hand to silence him, which he does. They both freeze, listening to the silence as Torch stares off to the left. Clancy notices fireflies, and Torch realizes that's what they are too. His shoulders fall as he sighs. "T-Clancy, I'll explain everything... Just let us get back into a safe area, alright?" Torch stutters, and as they reach a small cliff his head turns to the right as he grabs Clancy's forearm, leading him down it. There is a clear trail in the ground that is illuminated by the torch the other is carrying, but they're walking through the trees and fallen leaves, murky mud slippery beneath their boots.

Clancy notices the yellow flowers along the pathway, and quickly realizes why they're taking this way. A part of him wonders if maybe Torch hoped if he were ever this close to camp, these would lead Clancy to him. His heart briefly pangs as he realizes that reality was never even briefly a possibility. A cold breeze whistles through the trees, and Torch pauses to watch the flame in his other hand, the grasp around Clancy's forearm tightening. But the hot flame keeps burning, and all that changes is the quickened pace in their hike. At one point they meet eyes and Clancy opens his mouth to say something else, but bites his tongue. Clearly, Torch had some special ability not even the Bishops seemed to understand. That small loophole is what allowed for Clancy to be here, walking through the dark blue, almost black, forest. Just as their walk began to feel excruciating, flickers of golden orange began to show themselves. As they approach, Clancy notices two Banditos that are guarding the entry, and give the pair a look, nodding to them as they walk in. Torch lets go of Clancy's forearm, sighing in relief as soon as the motion of the camp begins to rush around them.

The campsite feels so overwhelming to Clancy. Torch calmly finds his pace as he walks through it, leaving the other to slowly trail behind. Still processing the last few years, reconsidering what was real and what wasn't, the loud noises around him were quick to stun him. After training himself to react to the smallest shift in the bushes, the lightest crack and creak in the distance, the commotion of chatter, people walking around, it was something he needed to get used to. Above was an empty grey sky, and Clancy freezes as he notices a vulture soaring above. But it's eyes were nothing like the bright orange he expected to see, which made his breathing settle. Torch bumps his shoulder a bit, making Clancy snap back. "Hey," he speaks in a normal tone and volume, which is more relieving than Clancy would admit. "You're safe here, Clancy. We've grown, and they can't possibly track you in time. Not now, not again." Torch puts a reassuring hand on the other's shoulder. Clancy feels his muscles relax for the first time in a while. The sun is yet to rise above the horizon, so they make their way towards a campfire that is surrounded by only a few people. One person is fighting sleep, most likely in charge of keeping the flame alive. The other two are muttering between themselves with cups in hand. Clancy chooses to face the fire with his back against a tent, turning around multiple times to make sure it didn't magically disappear. Torch settled down slightly behind Clancy, and that seemed to ease the worry in his bones. He didn't know how they developed this connection of mutual worries and fears, mutual ideas and dreams, but it happened. All by pure chance, much like everything else in Clancy's life, so it seemed. "I'm.. sorry." Torch speaks, low enough that the rest wouldn't be able to hear, but clear enough for Clancy.

The question confuses him. "For?"

"Letting them get you last time. Everyone should feel safe here... you shouldn't have to feel like no one is watching your back." Torch continues, pushing a rock in the fire circle that stuck out a little further than the rest. He seems like he needed something to do, but also refused to move from where he was. "We... grew. Since you left. In numbers, in power, in strategy."

Clancy is silent. Torch continues. "I'm not entirely sure how to explain to you how exactly I managed to navigate you here. All I know is I could see you almost like in a dream, and know my way around to lead you back here. I knew you would trust me enough to follow without much question..." Torch rubs his neck, eyes on the ground as he continues. "All I could do was watch. So when the submarine wreck happened... I had to urge you to move, because we were ready here well before that. But I know above all, this battle is yours to fight. Not just ours." he leans into Clancy's shoulder. The pressure feels weirdly reassuring. "You're home now."

"It'll be home once that city is free." Clancy feels his throat dry up, realization settling in. Torch just gives him a vague nod as they exchange a quick glance, a terrifying knowledge behind it.

No one said what they are pulling off would be easy. They knew it wouldn't be, that's exactly why they're doing it. It's a test of their will and sheer spite they hold. Even the slight potential that they might pull this off keeps Clancy going, and seeing that Torch keeps coming back for him, maybe he feels the same. The rest of the early morning they spent in comfortable silence, where Clancy stopped bothering about the noise, the worry, everything that had to do with Dema. The Bandito camp was the only place he could call home, because the people within it felt like home.

Once more people began shuffling around, they moved into Torch's tent. Here, it was quieter. Torch's tent was understandably a little bigger than the rest. But he held a lot of the shared equipment alongside his own, and extra sleeping space for the new folks coming in. In this group, everyone was working to keep each other afloat. You worry for the person next to you, to make sure they live to see a brighter day. As they stand there, Clancy pulls off the mask he had on, and Torch pull down his hood, dark hair longer than Clancy remembered. Something needs to be said, and Clancy knows that. Standing in silence, noticing the exhaustion and years of stress wearing down Torch's face... he needs to say something. The thing that has been gnawing away at him ever since they just met. Before his capture, before Banditos, before the mission. Before Clancy and Torchbearer.

"I'm scared." Clancy realizes how secluded the tent feels, but still lowers his voice. Physically feeling the silence weigh down on him as he makes direct eye contact. It's a bit freeing. "I'm really scared, Josh. What if- If we can't pull it off? What if we missed something? Like-"

Torch grabs onto Clancy's arms. The pressure on his biceps grounds him for a second. If before it was hard to look Torch in the eyes, it's now hard to look away. "Even if we did, we have backups. If all else fails, I'll go with you, Tyler. I'll always go." Torch pauses, and they both feel the doubt spark between them. It sits heavy in the air.

Clancy can't shake off how good it feels to hear his name again. "It feels good to hear that again."

"When it's over, you will never have to hear Clancy again." Torch hammers down, letting go of Clancy's arms. "But I agree... It's what we're fighting for, right?"

Clancy nods. Silence falls over their conversation once again. Then, almost in sync, their arms lift and their collide in a hug. The embrace was uncomfortable for a brief second, but as they both adjusted their grasps on one another, it quickly began to feel warm. In the eye of the storm that they found themselves in, the little things got lost. Clancy didn't realize how much he needed this. How much at times, Clancy didn't need Torchbearer like he had for years. Sometimes, he needed Josh. Clancy leans into the other's shoulder, slowing his breathing as the silence suddenly felt so peaceful. They tighten their grasps, wallowing in the little time they had to just hold one another. Tyler holds Josh, and Josh holds Tyler.

Because they don't know if they'll get to again.