#well. yknow. that and it's nice to remember to good parts of that day.

[lostnfounder]

[The following is an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Chase Bonk the demon.]

[The audio is filled with the backdrop of people talking, occasionally laughing, occasionally clinking silverware on plates. Some nondescript soft rock song is playing quietly in the background as a waitress calls out an order number, and then someone closer to the phone begins to speak.]

R: So.

C: [Taking an excessive amount of time getting comfortable.]

[Pause.]

R: [Clears throat.]

C: Ah- Uh. Hi.

R: [Dryly.] Hi, Chase.

C: Uh. Nice… booth, we’re at, huh? I’ve never actually been, uh, in here.

R: [Frowns.] … Yes you have.

C: Huh?

R: I watched you steal a bag of food from here in my car.

C: Wh- Ohhh, my god, I remem- wait, you saw that?? 

R: Yeah. I was… writing a log, in my car. I think.

C: Oh, jeez. [Awkward pause.] Good thing I wore my disguise, then! Wouldn’t want any, uh- [He looks alarmed as a waitress passes.] -any angry employees recognizing me.

{For context, Chase was wearing a some old school baseball cap I had lying around in my house the entire time.}

R: If anything, if they recognized you, they’d probably want your autograph. [Take a fry out of the basket in the middle of the table and pops it in their mouth, wincing at how hot it is.] They’d think you’re still, uh, what’s his face, Charles-

C: Charlie. 

R: Right, uh. Charlie Goopsicle or whatever.

C: It’s. It’s not that hard to remember.

R: When have I remembered literally anything.

C: [Furrows his brow.] Plenty of times. Like literally just now when you-

R: Chase.

C: What.

R: [Raises eyebrows.]

C: What!! I’m… Oh. Right. I’m, uh, stalling, huh.

R: [Nods slowly.]

C: Ah.

[Long silence, filled by more restaurant ambience.]

R: [Loud sigh.]

C: Okay, okay! Uh. Where do I… [Exhales nervously.] Okay. Uh, okay. So. It started with… uh… I was… streaming, and then… I… wasn’t. I’d just ended stream. Uhm. And. I-I don’t really remember the next part, but there was this… woman. Uhm. Who… Pulled me away, and. There were a lot of other people. Mostly other streamers, I think. But the lady, uh. She’s the one who gave me the sword. Uhm. I-I don’t remember… a lot. 

[Slight pause.]

C: She… She seemed sad. In an angry way. E-Everyone I saw there did. That… The arm guy, uh.

R: Edgar?

C: Yeah, him. That, uh, was around the time we interacted, maybe. I don’t… really remember. I remember a crowbar, and… [Trails off into silence.]

R: And…?

C: I don’t know. I-It’s all a blur. I don’t… I don’t like thinking about it. That’s… That’s why I haven’t. Said anything. So far. I’m sorry.

R: [Furrows brow.] You don’t have to apologize, Chase.

C: [Nearly cutting them off.] But I do remember falling out of the window. She, uh. She pushed me.

R: Jesus fucking Christ??

C: What? No, no, it was a good thing!

R: Defenestrating you was a good thing?? 

C: Y- What?

R: Do you seriously not know what that word means by now. That’s like, my go-to joke threat.

C: N-

[Suddenly, a waitress appears at the side of the table.]

W: Can I get y’all anything else? Drink refills?

R: No, no, we’re-

C: Can I get another Shirley Temple?

W: Of course, sweetie. 

[She walks off and Chase turns back to Ruth with a shit eating grin.]

R: I can’t believe you’ve done that. Twice.

C: She called me sweetie.

R: [Sigh, but she snorts afterwards. Their tone turns serious again.] But, uh. Continue.

C: [Deep breath in and out.] Yeah. Yeah, uh. When I first got… outside, I just… laid there. For a minute. I looked up and… saw the sky, and… stars, for the first time, and… [Mournful laugh.] I thought I was fucking dead.

R: [Very quietly.] Jesus christ, Chase.

C: Yeah. But then some of the other streamers pulled me up off the ground and tried to figure out what we were gonna do. Most of them fucking ran off as soon as they got out, which is… basically what I ended up doing, actually. There were a few people that tried to tag along with me, at first, but… I don’t know. I was scared out of my mind. Showfall was everything I’d… and now I had to leave, because it was killing me, but. God. The month in the woods was the part I wish I didn’t remember. 

R: What about the people that followed you though? When I found you you were alone.

C: Yeah, uh. I left them. They all went to sleep. I was… supposed to be taking first watch. And I just… left. I’m pretty sure they’re still okay, if I am, but. I still don’t know why I…

R: Hey, you were trying to look out for yourself. 

C: Yeah, and only that. The- The worst part is, I still don’t really care, either. I just- abandoned a group of people that needed me to defend them and took our only- collective weapon with me to another part of the forest and sat there in the dark until the sun rose.

R: Well. I mean. You had just gotten out of Showfall? And you were scared. Scared people do stupid things sometimes.

C: It was stupid.

R: That is… not the point I am trying to make there.

[At this point, the waitress returns and sets Chase’s drink on the table.]

W: Enjoy!

R: Yeah, uh, we will. I guess.

C: [Smiles at the drink, but it kind of fades away after a moment.] I was a coward.

R: Hey, I. I get it, alright?

C: [Glares at them.] No, you really don’t.

R: That- Okay, that’s not what I meant--fuck, I worded that wrong. Uhm. But when I moved out of my parent’s house… I made a lot of dumb decisions. Because I was terrified. Of them. Of that house. I kind of figured it would get better after I left, after I stopped talking to them forever, but. [Dry laugh.] It got worse. It got so much worse. When anyone knocked on my door, I would be frozen in fucking terror because I thought they’d found me--on my worse days I thought it was God, or an angel, or some shit. I’m- I’m sure I scared a lot of food delivery drivers, opening the door crying.

[Pause, for a few moments.]

R: Kind of ironic, huh. Spending all my time theorizing about you demons when I should be scared of angels.

C: Yeah, that’s… you wonder why I was so scared of the pizza guy that first week.

R: Pfft. Yeah. But, y’know. I wasn’t actually in any real danger, not like you, I imagine, but… It still got easier. The more time I spent away from them. 

C: Did you ever leave a group of people to die?

 [Silence.]

R: Well. No. But you don’t know if they died.

C: What about that corpse in the woods? 

[Ruth freezes for a moment.]

R: I- I don’t know, Chase. Was one of the people with you, like, full of glass and wiring and metal and shit? Was her name Adeline?

C: … No. Okay. You’re right. I’m being paranoid. I just… [Sigh.] I should feel bad about it.

R: Well, you’re still trying to survive. It makes sense if you can’t really care. 

C: Are you? Still trying to survive?

R: [Shrug.] Maybe? Though… I guess if I’ve stopped thinking about that, then maybe not. But… it comes and goes. That time I got the letter from my mom definitely didn’t help. 

C: … Neither did the visit from that employee.

R: But we’re getting better, yeah?

[A pause.]

C: [Quietly. Almost reluctantly.] Yeah. 

R: … Well, if that’s everything, then we can, uh, finish our food, and- did- did you already finish that fucking Shirley Temple??

C: [Blinks and then smiles, his teeth stained red.] Can I have anoth-

R: No!! I am not wasting all of my money on weird mocktails for you. You’re- You’re literally an adult, you can get actual drinks, you know that, right?

C: [Obnoxious drink slurping sounds.] I just think they’re neat.

[Pause for a few moments, the two of them just sitting in comfortable silence while the ambience of the restaurant continues peacefully in the background. Eventually the waitress comes by again and gives them the bill. Ruth pays and the two of them sit there for another moment.]

R: Okay, it’s getting late, uh. We should head out. I’m tired as fuck from staying up to give Adam back to Mr. Fast and Furious last night. [She stands, audibly stretching from the way her joints pop.] Ow.

C: [Frowning as he stands and follows them.] He wasn’t that mad.

R: What?

C: What??

[There’s a swish as the door is pushed open, the quiet noise of the restaurant fading away as the two of them step out into the night. The sound of light rainfall replaces the chatter.]

R: Oh, shit, it’s raining? I didn’t even notice.

[The words are barely out of her mouth before Chase dashes ahead of her into the drizzle.]

C: YEAHH!!!

R: Pfft, oh my god.

C: It’s RAINING!!!

R: [Starts to walk after him.] I don’t get it, how are you still so excited about this?

C: How am I supposed to get used to WATER falling from the SKY? That’s crazy, man. Absolutely bonkers behavior from the sky right there. Incredible.

R: Yeah- [They pause as they come to a stop at the car parked out front, fumbling with their keys.] -incredibly good at getting me cold and wet. And very sad. [There’s a sound of keys finally sliding into the car lock, and then a car door opening. Ruth, at this point, turns to look back at Chase.] Please get in the car.

[Chase is spinning around in circles in the middle of the parking lot a few meters away from her, laughing hysterically. They sigh over-dramatically.]

R: I will leave you here, I swear to god. 

C: [He yelps.] Okay, okay!! [Footsteps on wet pavement rapidly approach where the recording device is.]

[The two of them both climb in the car, isolating the sound of the rain to just light tapping on the roof overhead.]

R: [Grumbling.] You’re all wet.

C: I’m fine.

R: It’s not you I’m worried about. [She pats her seat as if trying to reassure the car.] There, there. 

C: The car will also be fine.

R: [Ignoring him.] No, shh, shh. Don’t cry. I know.

C: Oh my god.

[They both laugh, snickering ended by the sound of the car starting. There’s a brief pause.]

C: … Did you remember to, like. Turn off your recording thing?

R: What? Of course I… Wait a fucking second-

[There’s a sound of rustling fabric as Ruth hunts for her phone.]

R: Oh my god, I didn-

[Transcript end.]

[drivestraight]

good morning val drivestraight I have a question for you... can you sell me on lestappen. I follow you for general attitude swag and don't really follow many max blogs (I actually found your blog after that omega George fic lol) but I feel like you of all people could make the greatest ship primer. mostly I'm not very into it bc I feel like the shared history part of it gets overblown by fandom compared to other ships, and they're friendly enough these days that I can't get hatesex vibes form it + Max comes across as really well adjusted and kind of an homeboy. so I'm like what's the hook? what do you like? what's YOUR platonic perfect idea of lestappen? I want to follow u down this road 

omg what an honor...

this isn't much of a ship primer but mostly about me talking about why i like them if that's okay <3

i agree that we overplay their shared history, but it also provides a really nice backdrop for everything they are now. they've always been in each other's lives but in a peripheral sense. and it's that sort of distanced familiarity that is compelling to me. also the potential for intense physicality despite their inability to communicate like normal people. that's the hook to me: they are in each other's orbit but they never have been close. but then you get to the racing: and when it comes to the racing, they've really given some great battles. and that alone isn't enough. it's like - combined with who they are off the track: childhood rivals turned awkward work friends, the fact that they can race that hard and that they respect one another so much is just. so good. sometimes it feels like they can predict each other's moves. like silverstone/austria 19 (yes, mentioned to hell) and bahrain/saudi 22, the w2w there went crazy. and once again, this with everything else: that they have this one place and this one medium for them to communicate at such a high level, and are just so awkward everything else is very good. lewis and seb who have said in the past that max goes over the limit too much, while charles has always said with max, it's always on the limit and never above. obviously things might change if they ever get into a real title fight against one another, but i think they have such great foundations that it will be compelling no matter what. also they've lowkey like stood the test of time: look at how people characterized them in 2019 and how they characterize them today. they've changed so much and their relationship has changed so much but still, both of them are at two top teams, they have found each other again in f1.

also aesthetically, the red/blue of it all is really nice. and just like. They look good together. yknow

they also like. say crazy things about each other sometimes. "i will remember it all my life" / "i know max very very well" / etc. etc.

my perfect platonic idea of lestappen Is Not one where they're best friends and where max is his number 1 defender - because he is not, as many people would have you believe (everyone clipping moments from cooldown rooms and quotes from interviews are putting it out of context and putting words in max's mouth and twisting things weirdly), and because that's frankly so uncompelling and kind of pathetic to think that charles needs max to praise him/defend him for him to have any worth as a racer etc. etc. i could go on about this for ages but i won't. tldr max doesn't care enough to do that.

IN FIC my favorite lestappen is basically: an awkward lestappen who like each other so much and can't actually communicate it properly in any way that isn't physical. but maybe the physicality and the shared history and the racing can be enough.

[new-tella-us]

Aaaaaah, I just remembered the many mental issues that these incubi are definitely facing thanks to their upbringing.

Yknow what that means. Seduce Me Situations! (Cause I'm bored) What are the many mental issues of the incubi and how to both they and Mika deal with them.

Let's get the universal thing out of the way. Daddy Issues. Every single one of these guys has a different flavor of daddy issue.

James- I have already pointed out his perfectionist but it was mostly related to how he sees others. But do not get it twisted, any form of harsh judgement he has about his brothers, he is ten times harsher on himself! He will not allow himself to enjoy a nice afternoon if everything he has to do for the day isn't done and/or everyone he's living with isn't taken care of. He is not good at coping with his, it's how he lived for so long, it's second nature to him. Mika isn't taking that though and has a lot of days set just to take the load off James's shoulders. By god, this man will relax if it's the last thing Mika does.

Erik- What is being honest about your feelings? That's a bit overrated, right? At least, Erik thinks so. It's all about how to get what he needs. He speaks with a clear end goal to the interaction and will say almost anything to get to that end goal. Over time, he will learn to be more honest but he's been this way for so long that he has to rediscover himself. And that's scary. But he's making decent progress. Mika tries to help by simply giving Erik variety. Different activities, different talking points, different locations to be in. It helps Erik know what he likes and dislikes.

Sam- Well obvious thing here is anger issues especially if we're talking about canon Sam. If we include the lore I made specifically, we get an extra issues, identity issues and cynicism! He feels like he's less of his own person and more of just a combination of his mother and father. Plus, he's seen too much violence and has convinced himself that is "the real world" and not just the darkest parts of the world. Naturally, as he's been taken out of that harsh reality, he'll come to soften up but he also has to actively not feed into his confirmation bias. Mika helps by just being a good example of how good people can thrive in the real world. Though, of all the brothers, Sam is like...the second most mentally stable.

Matthew- He has a need to prove himself to others. Also mommy issues. Probably the most mentally stable of the brothers, his issues don't cloud his life as much as it clouds theirs. Though his insecurities do get to him. Being the smallest and physically weakest of the incubi means he over compensated with his magic and reliability. And even with that, Matthew wasn't given as many chances to be reliable. A final insecurity of his would be his jealousy. Mainly of James. In Matthew's eyes, he's just as powerful as James but their father outright dismissed him. He knows that he shouldn't care what his father thinks but even if he hates the guy, parental recognition is what almost every child wants. Mika helps by reminding him of his strengths and that he doesn't need to prove himself to anyone.

Damien- What issues does that boy NOT have?? Mommy issues, daddy issues, jealousy issues, self worth issues, PTSD, body dysphoria. Okay... let me explain that last one. Damien HATES the fact that he's a demon. He feels like demons hurt people while humans are more helpful and get to learn anything they want. He also feels like he, specially, hurts people but he wouldn't be able to if he was human. Does that not sound like dysphoria? The fact that he's no where near as critical of his brothers also helps my theory. Idk, when I've felt dysphoria over some part of me, I never notice it on other people. It's less "this is bad" and more "This is bad on me" and I feel like that's what Damien is. Tbh, I don't think Damien is coping well, he's possessive and keeps most of his issues bottled up. But hey, killing his dad at least brought closure. Mika is gunna help by listening to his issues, providing a safe environment for when he wants to talk and dragging his ass to therapy. She will be there for him but she not prepared to deal with the massive amounts of physical and psychological damage that happened to that boy.

Bonus! MIKA

Cause GOD Mika deserves a break.

Once again Daddy issues. Everyone suffers from it. Mika's is just a different brand of daddy issues. Going by my specific lore, David is a lot nicer to Mika but he still is shit at making it clear that he loves her. Plus he is still trying to get her to become the next CEO. So, like James, Mika's got some perfectionism. Plus her grandfather died and she is not given enough time to grieve before she has to move into his house and go back to school. Plus the boys and all the murderers coming after them. Mika is highly stressed. And, again, going by my lore, she also has mild depression! Yaaaaaay, Mika isn't having a good time. I think all the boys provide her a very similar benefit, a person she feels like she can lean on and trust. Her friends are nice but they'll move away at some point, but the boys are here to stay.

In conclusion- Daddy Issues. All of them have it.

[synthleeius]

Tickletober day 4 - weak spot

skipped out on yesterday srry omg. i wrote the intro and then got SO unmotivated it was fucked up but enjoy rhis

Pairing; lee!gwen lee!hobie (PLATONIC)

When people have bad days, they usually don't like to make it known to people. But.. when Gwen swung into the window and slammed it shut behind her, it wasn’t too hard to tell.

“You ‘right, Gwenny?” Hobie asked with a curious tone, glancing up from.. whatever he was doing. It was hard to tell with the mess of mechanical parts scattered across the table.

“I'm great. Amazing, even.” She grumbled, bending down and untying the shoes she borrowed from her temporary roommate.

“If you say so.” The taller shrugged, going back to fiddling with the robotical parts in front of him. He was interested, dare say worried.. but, he wasn't one to push it. Gwen looked back, siding her mask off before sitting down on the busted up couch next to Hobie.

“..What are you doing, anyways?” The spider-ghost asked, staring at the bits and bobs he had. “Stuff.” He shrugged, seemingly a bit distracted. “Did ‘ya wanna talk ‘bout it, then?”

“Nothing to talk about, just.. bad day. Like, really bad.” She admitted quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest. Hobie let out an understanding hum, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He was still mostly focused on his little project, sneaking glances at the girl once and a while before speaking up.

“So what, you jus’ wanna watch me? Bit stalker-ish, don't ‘ou think?” The comment made Gwen chuckle softly, rolling her eyes. “See, that's why we can’t have nice things.”

“Whatdou’ you mean by that, huh? You sayin’ that we’ve never had good times? I beg to differ.”

“You're putting words in my mouth!” She exclaimed, shoving his torso with her elbow. Even with the playful banter going on, Hobie noticed she was at least laughing.

“Yeah, and ‘our the one laughin’ ‘bout it, ay? Bit rude I think.” He responded, finally pulling his arms away from his work and pulling Gwen closer to him.

“Yeah, whatever yo-..” Gwen paused at the rare affection, letting a final laugh out before dropping her weight onto him. “Whatever you say.”

For once in her life, she didn't hear a snarky come back from Hobie like she usually would. She looked up with a concerned look, tilting her head. “..Your looking at me weird.”

“Yknow, you don't need to worry about me– wait. hobie, no.” Her worry soon morphed into a giddy expression, shoving his hands away from her torso. She knew that look too well to do nothing.

“I ain’t even done nothin’ yet!” Hobie laughed, holding her in place. “If ‘our not gonna talk ‘bout it, I gotta find a way to cheer you up don’t I?”

“Ihi’m fine!” She assured him, “amazing, actually!”

“That's what ‘ou said when you walked in, remember? Can’t be usin’ the same old excuses Gwendy, cohome out of it now.” He let out a chuckle at the playfulness, his fingers curling up against her sides.

“Hohobie!” She giggled loudly, half from the anticipation and the other half from the sensations. He was barely touching her, too.

“Yeah, what?” He asked, more focused on his hands than her words. His hands laid flat out on either side of her ribs, his fingers gently scratching over the spider suit. “See, this is what I’ve been teachin’ that Miles kid. use your whole hand, not just your fingers. You heard from him?”

“Stohop!” She whined, pulling her hood over her face to end just below her bottom lip. “Come on, can’t just leave me hangin’ like that. Answer my question, yeah?”

“Ihi hahave! Yehesterday- that's so bahad Hobie!” Gwen arched her back away, squirming in his hold, “Sohomewhere else!”

“Is it stop or somewhere else? You gotta pick one, can’t do both can I?” He replied snarkily, but still complied and switched to spider his fingertips down to her hips.

Her laugh died down a bit, but not to a complete stop. “Hah.. yohour hohorible!” She giggled, “evil, evehen.”

“I'm evil? I'm Spiderman. I think I'm angelic, actually.” He said with a scoff, squeezing her sides. “And, ‘our pretty rude yourself yknow. You slammed my window!”

“Ihi didnt mean too! Juhust- cahan you stohop that?” Gwen rolled her eyes, her body repeatedly flinching away everytime Hobie played out the motion of swiping his thumbs up to reach her stomach before travelling back down.

“Nah, don’t think I will. I’m comfy like this, thanks though Gwendy.” Hobie said as if her request was merely an offer to him, before moving up to scratch his nails in the middle of her tummy.

The girl gasped, her giggles shortly turning into a full blown laugh after. “This your spot then, ay Gwen? Ironic.”

“fuhuhuck yohou– shihit!” She whined, her legs kicking out against the arm of the couch

“HohobiHIE! stohopstohop- Yohou fuhuhucker!”

“you fuckkkeer!” Hobie mocked her American accent, “You non-brits have the most shittest insults yknow. Honestly, I’d rather you call me a twat.”

Soon his fingers came to a stop, moving to pull her hood back down to her neck to make it easier for her to take the air in. “You ‘ight there, luv?”

“Yeheah,” She replied, breathy giggles still escaping her. “Thanks.”

“Ay, had to cheer my drummer up somehow right? Can't have you being all mopey now."

[thelosers-club]

thoughts on the bill and mike bicycle scene?

OKOKOK lets go, this is a scene i havent always focused on when thinking about mike or bill so this was fun !!

Some things I just generally remember liking or finding interesting was when Mike and Bill were wondering if the club would all return that night, and how Mike had been considering that some of them might silently leave or even die- that part he didn’t voice specifically but that’s just what I had interpreted from the trailing off.

When I was thinking about this I feel if I were Mike I would just continue, because with everything I’d read up to that point it really does seem like there is a higher being and I think at this point Mike very much knows (to some extent) about the turtle, and it’s clear the higher being is on our side and whatever happens is meant to happen. Everything that happened- like Stan dying- was meant to happen, even if we don’t fully know why. And that may also just be because I know the story ends well enough for the losers, but yknow. While I was rereading, a part I noticed a lot was where Bill accidentally sprayed a deck of cards all over the floor and two ace of spades were the only ones facing up on the ground. Which is impossible because it was a brand new deck, which I’ll comment on in a second. In a deck of cards, the ace is the highest card- most powerful, it beats everything, even the king. and i think that this happening was to symbolize how they beat IT once, and they are going to do it again. Also, an ace in Tarot means victory that was achieved through hard work and luck, and along the lines of the last thing I said, I think that could also symbolize that they are going to win, specially through those two things as well. And I think the fact there were two, and the fact that Mike pointed out it was impossible, might also have been to point out that their chances to win were also practically impossible, and they still did!

Later, Mike and Bill are eating, and Bill asks what the phrase he had gotten stuck in his head since he’d seen Silver in the window of the secondhand rose/secondhand clothes. The phrase, if you don’t remember, was “He thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.” Mike allows Bill to know, and tells him the origin of the phrase, and how Bill’s Mom had taught him it to beat his stutter- and that Bill was always mumbling it to himself, so it seemed he was very determined to please his mother. And in the end, Bill had never been able to do it, but Bill knew he said it, he just could not remember when.

personally to me, Bill not being able to remember just kind of nails in this one theory I have where the Losers really had to revert to their childhood mind a lot in order to defeat Pennywise. Bill could not remember when because he had to do it again at somepoint, and he does. Like when he had yelled it as a kid to ward of Pennywise as Georgie and to ward off his own fear, he yelled it at Pennywise while in the void so he could get that sense of power he’d had back then back, to help get him back in that mindset he’d had when he’d come so close to killing It the last time.

If you guys want to hear me ramble about the mindset theory more please tell me i could go on for days about it :)

all of that was more of a serious analysis, so here’s just what I like and think of the scene in a more light sense.

I do think that this scene was a good kind of connection wink* moment between these two. Like, bonding time between too close buddies.

I’ll add anything more I think of in the comments, but right now thats all I got

(thank you for asking as well!! i like to think about IT and this was a new scene I hadn’t thought about a lot so it was nice to reread and figure out)

*the scene is named Mike Hanlon Makes a Connection, im making a pun here. laugh

[stealingyourbones]

Hello, first I would like to greatly apologize for any spam of likes I have sent your way because my brain decided to obsess randomly with Dp x Dc crossovers for the past few days. I'm not even into Dc comics, and I only watch Danny Phantom when I randomly it exists and the fandom pulls me back into its clutches until I'm able to finally escape only to be pulled back in a few months later. I write this to you at 1:30 am with a bag of shittily made popcorn with my cat accompanying me because my mind has decided to fall in love with Danny being taken care of by the Bat family and it's mostly you're fault. I hope you're happy. I want to kiss you so bad you have no idea. I've come up with so many scenarios and have the balls to share them with you cause I really like the way you write and since I'm not a writer I have no idea what I'm doing but here I go:

Danny and Dani are basically travelling the world, Danny would call it running from the cops but that doesn't have as nice a ring to it. (Situation can be up to you, bad reaction from parents, was framed, anything for Danny and Dani on the run with Danny having protective older brother vibes)

They end up in Gotham for a few nights to rest easily and its snowing cause I said so and theyre starving at this point. Danny's like "We need to hide and need shelter" and Dani's like "Dude look over there at that creepy mansion :D" And they have no idea that its not only very much inhabited, but a bunch of rich people live there (And the Bat family but who cares about that part)

Danny is obviously on the fence cause 1. He doesn't have a good history with rich people so why their houses and 2. They dont know whats in there what if a bunch of weirdos are staying there but they decide they're cold and need a place to rest so they fly in and luckily land in the kitchen.

The lights are off and they're to focused on finding food to notice two figures standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching them.

Dani pulls out a box of the shittiest cereal you can think that shouldn't be counted as cereal all happy "Danny, they have my favorite cereal!" And poor Danny's horrified, "Have you even ever had cereal before?"

They start rambling and then someone turns on the light its Alfred he was in the middle of boiling midnight tea for him and Tim.

And there's just 2 GLOWING awkward teens FLOATING, one's holding Bruce's 'cereal' clearly not assesing the situation and the other has a horrified expression on their face, and looks like on the verge of passing out.

Tim is way to sleep deprived thinking they're hallucinations and sits down, also on the verge of passing out, while Alfred just keeps boiling his tea.

Danny is sweating trying to figure out how hes gonna get them out if this situation and Danis just, munching on dry crappy cereal.

Albert like the God he is just fucking opens the fridge, looks Dani in the eye and asks "Would you like some milk with that, my lady?" And thats all I got out of me FOR THAT SCENARIO.

The other is I fucking forgot I took 30 mins to write all this I forgot what else I had Im so sleep deprived OH FUCK I REMEMBER IT WAS ABOUT DRUGS

Ok so tw for drugs (weed):

Ok so Danny's a teen he's stupid right, knowing him in the show he'd be the kid to decline drugs but then take a hit when his crush says "i KnEw YoU wEreNt coOl" yknow? Delicious social pressure.

Well he's like pretty much adopted by the Wayne's at this point so he's just chilling on the couch about to light a joint and Jason being the noble man he is snatches it out of Danny's hand like "Nono, bad small child dont do drugs" half joking and smokes it instead.

Danny's now panicking, silently following Jason to make sure he's alright and not dead or reacting badly to it.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be fine?" And the high kicks in.

The thing is is that it was ghost weed. And Jason for once feels completely calm, he doesn't feel a single bit of the pit its silent.

He's crying and Danny's like "Omg are you ok???" Thinking he poisoned his family/lover/whatever the fuck they are.

And Jason's just "This is some real good shit" silently sobbing, not even thinking about where Danny got it or why its doing this he's just happy.

And you can turn this into extreme angst by making him codependent or a comedy by him making high jokes

Ok thats it again I'm so sorry I just really had to tell someone this

Homie you, me, behind the Bat Burger; We shall marry at dawn. Man, it makes me so happy that you enjoy the stuff I write that much I’m really proud that I could bring you that much joy! Be sure to give your kitty some pets for me :).

Oh also, “not a writer”?! You spin a web of lies. This is incredible!! Sure it’s rambly, but that’s because you’re writing in a way that’s unsure of yourself. (It’s also very much so how I write so I feel you homie.) I still feel like my writing is equivalent to a middle schooler's but I do my best to shake that off. I don’t write fics because I’m bad at dialogue, I’m workin on it though! You simply just have to try and believe in yourself. You’ll reread it later and go, “Damn, did I just write that?!” And feel proud of what you accomplished. You absolutely have unique and brilliant ideas so take a shot at writing some stuff! I’m sure you’ll do great! :D

Also bro your: "what was I talking about? oH YEAH DRUGS!" was so unexpected. it made me laugh so hard so thank you for that :)

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Danny and Dani are fucking floored that this stoic-ass old British man just rolled with seeing the two. Dani's eyes light up as she accepts the milk from the British guy. Snatching the fancy glass milk container, she haphazardly pours the milk into her bowl causing bits of cereal to ricochet the milk out of the bowl and flying absolutely everywhere.

Tim just stands still and stares at the two very much so Not Human entities that are currently in his house. The tired vigilante rummages around in his pocket for his phone and takes a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

Tim double takes glancing between the kitchen and his phone. At first he assumed they were hallucinations because no figures were present in the photograph… the floating bowl of cereal and spoon says otherwise.

[xpennytrickx]

(I think I nearly blacked out writing this I was possessed by the divine Peterick spirit. I'm too scared to put this on my own blog but I need the world to hear and I think you'd like this ram me based on your fic ref list)

Not to like, insanely dead dove-ify peterick but something that swims around in my head SO MUCH is how it really does feel like Pete took Patrick on a whirlwind when he was just a kid. Some slightly creepy, hopelessly suppressed bi-curious in the early 2000s, touch starved, boystarved, Patrick-starved 20/21 year old falling in love at first sight with a precious, pink, stupidly awkward dork 16 year old. So much that he still remembers what Patrick was wearing. Doesn't care for his audio recordings that Joe showed him until he SEES him, yknow? There's an inherent freakness there.

Promising his mom you'll take good care of him and sleeping next to and on top of him, crowded and trapped in the back of a shitty van you can barely cover the gas costs of. Spinning around and shoving against him on stage and screaming in his mic and getting to take him home with you every day. Your golden ticket, a sweaty teenager getting into YOUR van.

Ugh and I could go on forever about it. How by ioh there's this inkling of Patrick growing up. Still so young but getting his senses. Seeing how real relationships work. He's in his 20s now. 22/23 and Pete 26/27 and seeing his grip loosening. He knows he's losing him. He's even clingier on stage, writing love songs about teenage promises and calling him before calling even his mom after overdosing. (Though I'm not sure if that one is urban legend.)

I think part of how bad the band dynamic was after Folie was that venom Patrick had for Pete. It's 25/26 and 29/30. Patrick sees Pete being sold as this tabloid figurehead and he's stolen his late teens and early 20s. Spent his last high school summer with this dickhead who can't keep his life together. Who fights with him on everything and he needs out NOW but Pete's holding on so tight he's drawing blood and then licking the wounds. He needs him.

Soul Punk being the flop it was (completely ahead of it's time, besides the point) and feeling like you've failed. Pete made you peak and dragged you down with him. You can't start over. So you give in. He asks to hang out again and you get those words again. The same ones that made your brain light up with their rhythm at 16. The drummer in you. And you go back to him. And things are scary and careful and you're walking on eggshells but it's nice. It comfortable. You sink back in and do 2 records back to back. He's learned. He knows what he's done to you but he doesn't have to apologize. His lyrics are his apology.

Mania being so polarizing, too. Trying new things and not letting it get to you this time. You've conquered each other, you don't need the world. You can write music for each other and yourself and no one else. And stardust is just. So so so full circle. It's okay. Everything makes sense again. You can dance on stage and Pete can recite his words to people and not just a recording booth. It's 39 and 44 and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH OH MY GOD ……. what a wonderful little essay you’re SO fucking right!!!! something that has always drawn me back to them after drifting back and forth to them in bursts of obsession is just. like. every single little facet of their relationship that has developed over the years and how it all well and truly stemmed from this very strange, unnatural, curious, twisted, enchanting fascination that this local too-sick celebrity cursed/blessed with boundless charm and a too-big heart and so much ink and mean white teeth and dirty dirty hands had with this fucking geeky teenage boy with patchy sideburns and bitten-through red lips and an off-kilter voice that he was still trying to grow into and limp skinny wrists and a pudgy stomach. he took that teenage boy to college parties, he bought him gifts, he took him to the movies, he made sure to saturate every square inch of his life with this new world that this kid was being thrust into—partially by force. waiting with baited breath until summer break starts and taking him across the country with him to breathe into his neck and touch him and tug on him and push him around until he snaps and it feels so fucking good when he does. patrick’s entire adolescence and the foundation of the rest of his life was permanently altered through pete and everything that started in the summer of 2001 still remains to this day in little touches and glances and inside jokes and intimacy and tenderness and adoration that most people would kill to feel. it’s so endlessly, hopelessly romantic and there are so many wounds that have been pulled open along the way and then either clumsily or carefully sewn back up…..… all these moments of intense codependency and tragedy and violence and anguish and possession and desperation. they feel so deeply for each other that it’s manifested so many times in the worst that humanity has to offer. i’ll never get away from them because they will never get away from each other because they physically can’t. it destroys them every single time it happens. and that makes me happy

[strawbrygashez]

Postal 2 Dude x Reader

Get Away

This fic is based around the part in apocalypse weekend when he wakes up in the hospital! So tw for mention of a su*cide attempt & abuse. If I need to tag something else let me know. Also no gender specific stuff for reader. Dude calls them sweetcheeks tho 🤷‍♀️

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A peaceful moment in Paradise, it rarely ever happens around Dude anymore but he supposes that just makes it all the better when it does occur, especially with you around. If there had been at least one good outcome of Dude living in this town and just the batshit situations he always finds himself in, it’s that it’s all really helped him appreciate the little moments more. And god was he appreciating it right now. There is no place he’d rather be right now than here with you, basking in the unusual calmness that washed over the town as you and Dude sat on a hill that allowed you two to watch people go about their daily life.

The past half hour had been comfortably silent between you two as you guys observed and snacked but Dude, being himself of course was the first one to actually speak up in a while. “Do ya think they are just like this now because I’m not down there?” He asked before glancing over to you, who was still resting your head on his shoulder. You only answered him with a shrug, not looking away from below yet. Dude seemingly thought to himself for a moment before picking up a near by napkin and whipping his fingers free of grease from the burger he’d just had. “Hm. Well if you’re getting bored I can spice things up a little bit, yknow?” A devious smile spread across his face. “Just one little sound of a gunshot and…” he trailed off as he watched you finally grin and unfocus off the mindless ‘sheep’ that walked below you two. You nudged him before finally sitting up right and stretching. “Oh shut up Dude. We were having a nice moment there.” You half heartedly berated him before moving yourself to lay on your side with your head in dudes lap. He continued to grin as he looked down at you. “Can’t help it. Watching these fuckers run around, beg for their lives, and fight each other has kinda become a stimulating thing for me. Kinda like white noise.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff but opted out of say anything for the moment. You instead let out a content sigh as you closed your eyes which not to your knowledge, made Dudes heart swell a little. He couldn’t remember the last time someone seemed so comfortable around him or treated him like he wasn’t some dangerous unfeeling lunatic or a useless shell of a man. The only person he felt a genuine connection with was with you. You who trusted him so much to the point where even though a moment ago he suggested stirring up chaos just for the fun of it, yet, you still closed your eyes and rested on him. He knew it didn’t make any sense, he’s questioned why you stayed before but at a moment like this, all he wanted to do was enjoy the moment and watch you. He did so for a bit, only just occasionally letting his mind wonder off of you until he decided to reach out and move your hair back behind your ear since the wind had began to pick up but before he could, you suddenly spoke up, eyes opening.

“You know, this day could only get any better if you woke up.” Dude stared at you for a moment “uh, what?” He asked. “You need to wake up.” You repeated, your eyes suddenly looking up into his. ‘What in the fuck are you talking about?’ Dude thought to himself but only got out, “I..am awake?” He raised a eyebrow before chuckling. “Did you take something before we came up here? I told you tha-” suddenly, to Dudes surprise you sat up and took hold of his face, causing him to actually jump. And almost suddenly all the calmness from before had completely disappeared, he could somehow feel the people from below stop and look up at you two, he could hear what began as whispers and pieces of conversations slowly devolve into incomprehensible groans and occasional screaming, and the suddenly bright and clear sky had turned a disturbing shade of red..and worst of all your begs for him to wake up became more deeper and deeper groans. He wanted to shove you off but he couldn’t, he couldn’t move a single part of his body even when he’d wanted so badly to when your eyes slowly had gotten glossed over with a deep watery blue marble shade. “you need to wake up.”

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“GAH!!!” Dude spat out suddenly as his body involuntarily jumped forward, he quickly regretted it even more as blinding lights hit his eyes and a sharp pain rushed through his head, causing him to groan. He covered his eyes as he blindly felt around for his sunglasses, starting to notice two distinct things. One being that he was definitely in a bed of some sorts, and the other thing being a constant annoying beeping sound from nearby.

Finally feeling his glasses next to him in the sheets, he uncovered his eyes just enough at first to notice the bedsheets were definitely not his, clueing him in that he wasn’t even in his house. Slipping them on, he was able to look without squinting and that’s when he noticed you. You had your arms crossed on the bed, the side of your head resting on them. From what he could tell, you were..awake?? But maybe out of it? You looked a bit rough, with bloodshot eyes with bags under them, at least that’s what he could tell from what he could see of your half opened eyes gazing into no where in particular. Why would you be wherever you two are like this? Why are you two even- oh….shit. It finally clicked for him when he’d put two and two together.

He was definitely in the hospital but why? Did some fucking civilian get their revenge for something he did in passing? Whatever the fuck it was, It did make Dude feel kinda happy that you had been there for him. He was about to say something smart until you suddenly sat back up after he’d just moved a little bit. Dude and you blankly stared at each other for a moment. Him confused with what was going on and you silently thanking god that he finally came to. You knew he wasn’t going to die according to the doctors but seeing Dude actually moving again…if you hadn’t cried yourself out already the other night…there was multiple things you wanted to say to him, ask him, fuss at him about, but you knew that it wouldn’t be any good right now. He’d just woken up so.. “O-oh. Dude you can’t…” you slowly stood up and pushed him back gently down to make him lay against the bed. He let you even though he still seemed completely indifferent to what was happening. “…your head.. they said when you woke up you shouldn’t move too much.” You continued before taking your spot back on the chair you had pulled up next to the bed.

“I..what the fuck is- agh fuck!” Dude suddenly held his hand up to the wound on his head, a awful ringing had came out of nowhere, bad enough to make him scrunch up his face. You looked down at him, a feeling of remorse washing over yet again as he began to realize what had happened to him wasn’t something he’s just gonna be able to walk off like he usually does. You slowly reached your hand up to move his away from the wound and found yourself not wanting to let go of the warmth of his hand, so you held it there by his side as you looked down, not really sure what to say. All you knew was you wanted to feel his warmth right now.

“Seriously..what happened? How long have you been here? How long have I..” Dude trailed off. You looked back up at him, he could see so much hurt in your eyes but for what? You knew he always gets up again and- “you seriously don’t remember?” You asked him. He shook his head no (only to be reminded not to move so much when that also sent pain through his head). You stared at him for a minute before somehow, it seemed you actually did have it left in you to cry again as your lips began to tremble. You tried to keep it in as best as you could as you looked back down so you wouldn’t have to meet his gaze. “Y-you shot….yourself Dude. How do you not remember?” The warmth of your hand left Dude as you went to wipe your tears that began to fall away yet again. You couldn’t even count the number of times you ended up crying the other night and this morning. Every time you thought you were okay and were ‘going to be strong for him’, you fell apart.

Dude had really needed to hear that though because slowly he put together what had happened the other night..the bitch non-stop screaming and arguing, putting out yet another cigarette on him, punching him…him reaching for the gun…..Fuck. As fucked up as it was to think, now he wished more than ever it would have actually killed him because you were here crying over him and by the looks of it, hadn’t slept at all and stayed by him for god knows how long. He hadn’t even been thinking of how it would have effected you in the moment, the only thing he knew was he wanted out so bad. There was tons of things he should be saying, so many thoughts bouncing around now but all that came out was a ‘pathetic’ “I don’t know…..I’m s-”

“Yknow, I w-watched them carry you out of the house..I saw it all..even the bitch acting like she suddenly cared and..I don’t know. I was so fucking scared seeing you like that Dude. I could barely make my way o-over here. I didn’t know what to do with myself and..” whatever else you had wanted to say in that moment left your mind as you couldn’t stop yourself from tearing up again, to the point you couldn’t try to get words out if you wanted. Dude was pretty sure that he has never felt shittier in his life watching and hearing all this..even compared to how he felt the other night. He was silent for a minute before he moved to sit up again. “Look..I’m sorry I just- I didn’t-agh!” he placed his hand up to his head again when another jolt of pain rushed through him but he carried on anyways, “I’m sorry I just..wanted to get away from it all. Not you just…everything else. I couldn’t deal with everything and the bitches nagging and just-”

He stopped himself once you sat back up, sniffling loudly and wiped most of the tears away that you could. “Don’t..don’t worry about explaining it all right now..it’s not gonna help anyone right now. You need to rest..I’m sorry I just..I just really care about you Dude. We can do this all later. I’m sorry.” You tried to give him a little reassuring look but he could tell you still had so much you wanted to get out at the moment. But as it was for right now… he took your hand again and held it tight. “Don’t apologize.. okay? I just wasn’t thinking about..yknow you. I don’t want you to think you weren’t doing enough. I just..I dunno. It’s all just fucked yknow?” Was the best he could say right now but you didn’t expect more..so you only nodded a bit. Him holding your hand did help you calm down just a tad so you felt okay enough to add something else in… “yeah..uhm if you feel that way I don’t think those cards that people left will help very much. Well expect maybe one had kinda good news..”

He glanced where you were looking to and indeed seen three cards. One that particularly caught his attention was the one that was signed from the bitch. Half of him wanted to just ignore it and say fuck it but the other half just wanted to get whatever new bullshit information out of the way since yknow, someone somewhere said it wasn’t his time yet so it was time for the same old, same old again anyways. He sighed and let go of your hand and picked that one up first, reading it out loud to himself..and what? He almost didn’t believe his eyes as he reread the part about her leaving him again and again and again..and shit he couldn’t help that feeling of excitement getting even more intense when he peaked over and saw you smiling a tad, knowing what he was double checking. “HAH! DID YOU SEE THIS?” He asked as he held it out to you. Seeing his excitement definitely did ease your own pain up a bit. Being able to see Dude give that goofy grin of his still… “mhm..I guess the dogs off the old ball and chain now so-” Dude suddenly tossed the card to the side. “Yeah, so come here!”

He grinned as you gave him a slightly confused look but complied anyways, once you leaned down just a bit, he used what energy he had left to drag you down into a kiss. It wasn’t a over the top, so emotionally passionate you could cry type of kiss but it was more than enough for you and you knew you were in for some more later but you did take it upon yourself to kiss him back slightly more deeply. Once you two pulled away, he was still grinning, “God I’ve wanted to do that..uh probably since I met you!” You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Mhm. Same here.. and now I really can’t be called a home wrecker.” You joked. “What can I say? I’m a faithful man.” Too faithful but again, you can tell him all about how he deserves to be treated later. “Yeah, yeah.” You replied as you gently moved some of his hair out of his face which he seemed very content with, almost like he could melt. You felt like you could stay like this forever now, sitting with him but a sudden memory came up “Oh shit.. I forgot I needed to tell the doctor when you woke back up.” You said as you started to get up. “Don’t worry about it I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. It will only just be a minute. And while I’m out I’ll get you something from the vending machines..unless you want hospital food I guess.” Dude shook his head again (still not learning from the last time) “you know me well sweetcheeks. Get me my usuals.” He said finally laying back down again. You kissed him one more time on the cheek before leaving.

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A little while after, the door opened again. Expecting to see you he smiled and almost began going on about whatever again but it quickly faded once he realized it was just a nurse. He groaned and tuned most of what they were saying out. The only thing he managed to hear was “you are very lucky mr Dude” which…he thought on for a minute and decided that they were right. The only reason he was lucky was because he had you around and could be with you now.

[junhrs]

does your oc have any motifs?

describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

where would your OC like to go on a honeymoon?

how does your OC feel about their parents?

a memory that still makes your OC angry?

a memory that still makes your OC sad?

does your oc have any motifs?

victor : graffiti & spray paint cans. split nail polish. club lighting. muted shades of purple. roman numerals.

hmm his cloths typically have some sort of frayed / distressed / ripped part to them if that counts?

alyster : shackles. pocket watches. old books & libraries. cracked ice. frost. blues.

his veins stand out a lot and are a pretty vibrant pale blue. hands, wrists, arms, and neck especially. dresses with more angular / clean patterns. would have a more minimalistic fashion sense if in the modern world.

describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

victor : ive never been good at describing voices but oh well. to me, vic is similar to conan gray but slightly deeper. i’m thinking DPR ian as his vc—less of an accent though.

alyster : soooo he's a little bit funny. he's naturally soft spoken, with his tone being fairly deep, but bc of what he's been through, it's very cold.

a mix between ha hyunsang, soobin from txt, and the audio from this reel (specifically the dude with the cylindrical head)

is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

victor : outdoor. loves running along the rooftops of the city at night and will drag you with him if you're willing. not into that? no problem, get on his motorcycle instead

alyster : has no preference. maybe a bit more indoor leaning? but he doesn't like being fixated to one place for long regardless of being out or in.

what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

victor : his swagger (his words not mine). but truly, they like how most people underestimate them at first bc it makes their intelligence shine even brighter.

alyster : can he say nothing? hmm probably his strength in both his ice powers and physical build. oh! his dragon features + form !! his eyes, tail, and horns are very important to him and his dragon form is yknow, all of that and more. he likes being strong.

where would your OC like to go on a honeymoon?

victor : somewhere fun!! preferably private for just the two of you so perhaps a nice resort out of the country?

alyster : marriage is an iffy topic for him. on one hand, he finds it sweet and would like something that his parents had. on the other... the idea of such long commitment is scary to him—the thought that his partner will one day get bored of him is something that stops him.

if he were to get over that, he'd probably want to take his partner back to his home country / village. it would be closure for him, and a way to introduce you to the parents eight of you will ever truly meet.

how does your OC feel about their parents?

victor : so fun fact, he's korean. picked "victor" as their english name for the sole purpose of annoying their parents bc there isn't a letter "v" in the korean alphabet. his relationship with them isn't the best? it's not bad; they had the whole tough love approach and the pressure to go into a reputable job that makes good money weighed heavily on his shoulders.

very "bickering in a loving kind of way" relationship where you think someone is about to get beat up or slapped but that's just how they talk.

alyster : his parents died when he was young, but he remembers them fondly. he misses them, but would not want them to see who he has become

a memory that still makes your OC angry?

victor : hmm this is kind of tough… vic is the type that can forgive, but never forgets. he can get over stuff, but will bring it up as leverage against the other person. probably when he met oliver’s parents for the first time lol.

alyster : anything to do with the cage / arena master.

a memory that still makes your OC sad?

victor : not being able to save their [redacted]

alyster : the last hug he got from his mother before she died lol.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 08/05/2024

weird hyperflex but ok

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume L [Side A]

Ripped by Krizis

Requested by Fezaki! (Request Form)

Y'know, I've mentioned it before, but big medley rips like weird hyperflex but ok can at times feel a bit messy. There's a lot of appeal to that messiness, I talked a lot about that in Man, why does every Bleck actor gotta rap some, but it also gives me a lot less to actually talk about, yknow? A lot of rippers approach things with the simple mentality of making something that purely sounds good, which is fantastic - but I can only say "its fantastic!" to a rip so many times before it becomes uninteresting to read. Not every rip is fit for this kind of coverage, and I was at first apprehensive to cover this one for that very reason - but, like I described with Bramble Blast Collab, these sorts of rips have the ability to tell narratives of sorts through what sources are used in them - meaning within all of the madness. weird hyperflex but ok is comparatively more reserved, but as submitted Fezaki points out, ends up feeling like a big celebration of the whole of Season 3, representing all the big hits and overall throughline to one of the most underrated seasons under the channel's belt.

After an introduction that repeats the infamous opening notes to Megalovania, the rip shows its hand by the chorus - throughout most of its runtime, weird hyperflex but ok is a Grand Dad rip, primarily carried by the tune of The Flintstones from beginning to end. As the channel's most used and over-used joke, its easy to have grown well too tired of the meme at this point, its undergone so many stages of ironic and post-ironic appreciation at this point that its hard to say what the opinion on the meme even is these days - but in my eyes, it was in a great place during Season 3 in particular. Back then, two years after the channel initially started, people were beginning to grow a bit nostalgic for those early days, for that very unique feel that the channel had in its growing pains-days of early Season 1. That feeling was what led to the Nostalgia Critic takeover in the middle of the season, the one discussed in Fragile Snowman (Remastered): After having spent the better part of Season 2 focused on far bigger things than a stupid Flintstones meme, it was really nice to take some time to remember just how much that tune all united us. With Season 3 bringing that nostalgia to the forefront, and like I mentioned in CG Man HD Remastered Edition, the emotions of Season 1 in tow - it makes all the sense in the world for weird hyperflex but ok to headline itself with the funny Flintstone - yet the melodyswap is so natural, it almost feels like a completely original EDM Chiptune arrangement celebrating the channel. Or, well, maybe that's just my unfamiliarity with Hyperflex speaking.

Of course, like I said, its the Season 3 hits that make this rip what it is - its lovely to see Paralyzer be celebrated here so shortly after the Unregistered Hypercam 2 takeover, helping further cement just how much of a legacy the entire King for a Day tournament was going to have way ahead of its sequel being announced. We got Undertale, we got Calamari Inkantation (Off the Hook in KFAD1 reference?), and most importantly - we got SEAN KINGSTON, the legend of Crazy Noisy Beautiful Girls fame himself. It getting an extended 30 second verse all to itself feels special in a way I really can't articulate - as I said back in Take You To The Desert, the Sean Kingston takeover was something purely spurred on by Chaze the Chat's bizarrely high enthusiasm for the guy, and yet all those months after the takeover its STILL being remembered by completely unrelated rippers - that just warms my heart, yknow? It's a lot of the same feelings that Return to Collision Clouds instilled in me, the idea that SiIvaGunner's team members latch onto and care for these small little nuggets of one another's works.

At this point, I do have to fall back to the thing I said at the very beginning of the post and just re-emphasize - weird hyperflex but ok is just plainly fantastic! It is, for a lack of a better word, bumpin', a really celebratory yet fun-loving sound to a rip that is mostly Flintstones - but it EARNS that Flintstones melody through just how befitting its reappearance is to Season 3 in general. Its the kind of rip that exudes genuine love for the channel, and feels like a trip down memory lane on every listen.

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Weird Doctor

TWs: drugged character, restraints, muzzle. It's extra long, but I'm not sure where to cut it so I haven't. lemme know if i need to add any other TWs if theyre missing, please. Have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

It feels like I’m floating in syrup, cuz everything is nice and quiet and slow, but it’s also too cold to go back to sleep. I wriggled around until realizing that I’m not on a bed and there is no blanket, sadly. I opened my eyes enough to figure out that the cement I’m laying on isn’t covered by anything. Why would I sleep on cement? It’s not warm or comfy at all, and I always trip over the cracks and skin my hands or knees, it's the worst. Wait, there’s a blanket, but it's on the other side of the room and I don’t wanna get up. I stared sadly at it for a bit, letting my brain melt away. Eventually I got too cold and tried to get up, but my arms shook and everything started spinning just a little bit so I laid back down. I huffed, and tried to remember what happened but I kept getting distracted by how cold it was. Why would anyone ever make it so cold? Why would you torture yourself like that? It has to be at least 71 degrees for me to feel comfortable and even then I hide under the blankets. It definitely isn’t that warm in here, and I wanna leave but the only way out is a weird door with a flap at the bottom. 

Actually, the door looks like those ones in movies, yknow? The ones for cells to hold the prisoners, all steel and whatever metal doors are made of. It looks really heavy though, and the room is pretty dark. I can see alright, but there’s no light coming in anywhere. There’s also a ring in the center of the room, which is a trip hazard. You shouldn’t put things out in the middle of the room with no light source, someone’s gonna break the ankle tripping on it. I wouldn’t though, cuz I never trip ever and anyone who says I do is lying and should be banished from my kingdom. Wait, I don't have a kingdom. Do I? Oh well. It would be nice to have a kingdom, just relaxing all day getting to eat all the chocolates and not having to do anything. Maybe I should start my own kingdom, but people say it’s hard. All you gotta do is declare yourself king though, so I don’t understand what they think is hard about that. Maybe they can’t make themselves king? I could make all the people kings, but only if they promised to leave my kingdom alone and give me chocolates.

Suddenly, the door was shoved open, and I closed my eyes against the very bright light that came with it. That was scary, it dragged on the ground and made a really loud noise that hurt my ears. I opened my eyes to glare at it, so it wouldn’t do that again. Oh hey, when they get here? There was someone standing in the door, with a weird thing in their hands. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. Let’s get this on you, I need to take you down to the medbay. You lost quite a bit of blood, and we need to fix that. Getting more is a pain, by the way, so if you lose any more I will drain you dry myself, understood?” They said, walking up to me with the weird thing.

I tried to say something but it hurt and I started coughing, which hurt more. I huffed, cuz I couldn't do anything else. The guy crouched down, setting the weird thing on the floor nearby. He unfolded the weird thing, which had other things inside. He grabbed what looked like one of those shock collars for dogs, but without the spikes on the inside. She- wait, is she a guy or a girl? I can’t tell. Oh well. They slid it under my neck before pulling it tight and clicking it together. Rude, I’m not a dog. I’m not even an animal, everyone can see that. Maybe they need glasses? The weird person was wearing a doctor trench coat, which is even weirder than a normal trench coat, actually. The weird doctor pulled another thing from the little pile that was already mostly gone, and it looked like an odd fabric mask.

He lifted my head up and placed the cold metal part under my chin, and pulling the top metal piece over the bridge of my nose. I tried to watch, but my eyes went cross eyed and made me dizzy, so I just stared at the weird doctor again. They tugged on it before clipping the two back straps together around the back of my head, and then making it really tight somehow. I winced and tried to move away but the weird doctor just yanked my head back and told me to stay still or else, so I stopped wiggling and glared at them. They started pulling on something on the side of the mask thingie, and then that side was really tight and I couldn't open my mouth at all. They started doing the same for the other side, and I tried to move again but it was hard and really slow, so the weird doctor just shoved me back onto the floor.

He yanked my hands behind my back and click-clacked super handcuffs onto my wrists, right over the cuts from before. I tried to pull on them, but it just made my wrists hurt really really bad so I just laid there while the weird doctor went out past the door. It was still cold, but now it was worse cuz i can’t move and everything hurts. Weird Doctor dragged in a moving bed, like the ones in hospitals for patients. Weird, a doctor would never let it get this cold. I’ve never seen a doctor before so I’m not sure. Or a hospital. Movies show them all the time, and they always seem really loud with everyone yelling and weird machines beeping or screaming. Maybe Weird Doctor is a worker for a quiet hospital? Quiet hospitals seem like they would be more secret-ier, so they have to be super secret and make sure nobody tells.

“Alright, runt. I’m going to lift you and if you kick me, I will break your ankle. Behave.” 

That was the only warning I got before Weird Doctor lifted me up in the princess carry and set me down on the moving bed. I wanted to kick him but it felt like I was gonna throw up and I didn't wanna do that. I can’t even open my mouth at all, and I didn't wanna have to swallow puke. That’d be really gross and icky. I jerked when my wrists got crushed under me, and it felt like someone lit them on fire so I rolled onto my side. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t make me feel any better, and nothing made any more sense. Hopefully Weird Doctor could fix my wrists, and maybe give me some chocolate. I’m really hungry, but I can't ask for anything cuz my throat hurts, and the mask keeps my mouth clamped shut. 

Weird doctor started pushing the moving bed out of the dark room, and out into the hallway. I didn’t look very different, but there are lights which is nice. No one will trip, cuz now they can see the ground. Unless they’re distracted, like the one time Detective walked into a door while reading a case paper. He dropped like he was shot too, which was funny cuz he cussed like a sailor, whatever that means. I heard Ms. Secretary say that to someone, but I'm not sure what it means. He did cuss a lot though, and he said I shouldn’t repeat any of it to anyone who looked like a reporter.

We passed by some other rooms, but they all had the same type of door, so I couldn’t see in. I heard something whimpering in one of them, maybe a dog? That makes me sad cuz doggies are really nice and fun to play with, they shouldn’t be hurt. Maybe if I ask really nicely, Weird Doctor will help them too? We passed more doors, and I could hear yelling from some of them, which was scary. I don’t like when people yell, cuz they get really loud and mean and scary. Weird Doctor just kept pushing the moving bed along, and the yelling went away. Weird Doctor is kinda nice, but I don’t like the super-cuffs cuz they hurt my wrists more, or the mask cuz i cant open my mouth at all, or it’ll pull on my nose and make that hurt too. Maybe if I was good, Weird Doctor would get rid of them? And, and maybe if i was really super good i’d get chocolates and something to drink. My throat felt really dry and scratchy, and that was worse than it hurting cuz I can’t scratch my throat. 

Weird Doctor walked us around a corner, and suddenly there was an old elevator, like the ones in the scary movies. It looked a little different though, cuz there’s red blotches everywhere and I thought rust was orange. Maybe rust gets darker the longer it's there? The elevator jerked, and suddenly it felt like I was climbing but without actually doing anything. It was cool, but also made me feel sick again, so I ignored it and listened to the music that was playing from somewhere. IT was really nice and calming and made me feel sleepy again, but I don’t think Weird Doctor would like it if I fell asleep again. The elevator dinged, and Weird Doctor pushed the moving bed out of the doors. The walls were really bright, and they were white. I was right, this is a hospital! But it's a quiet hospital, cuz I don't hear anyone yelling, and nothing is beeping. It’s really nice. They pushed the moving bed really, really close to another bed, and lifted me onto that one instead. Why would they do that? The other bed was just fine. Probably a Quiet hospital thing. Weird Doctor undid the super-cuffs, but then they rolled me onto my back just to strap my wrists down to the bed. This is a little unnecessary, I couldn’t do anything before, so what’s the difference? They walked off, so I just laid on my back and rolled my head to watch them. Weird Doctor pulled out a tall, rolling thingie and hooked a red bag to it. 

They dragged it over to me, and shoved a needle into my arm. I huffed at the prick, but then the tube it was connected to started to fill with the red stuff. It looked really super familiar but I can’t remember. It was definitely a hospital thing though, but usually the bags are clear. Maybe I get to have a special bag cuz I'm a special boy. I’m the specialiest of boys, so that makes sense. Weird Doctor kept walking around and grabbing things and setting them on the table right next to the bed. I didn’t see that, maybe it's to hold all the chocolates and medicine things Weird Doctor is setting down. They need to make sure to leave enough room for the chocolates, though, or else I’ll have to beat them up. Chocolates are the most important-y things ever. 

I blinked slowly as Weird Doctor started filling needles with something, but it’s getting hard to stay awake cuz it's warm. The heat made me tired, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Hopefully Weird Doctor wouldn’t be mad at me, but they also never said anything about not falling asleep, I think. They’ve been nice so far though, cuz they haven’t yelled at me at all. Still don’t like the mask thing, so he’s not the nicest but he’s nice enough. I rolled my head over t o look at the ceiling. It was a pretty grey color, and I stared at it while falling asleep. Blue would be prettier though, I think.

[ajdrawshq]

@ your tags on my post, i am shaking you like a maraca and yelling "YESSSSS"

i wanna see how kh3 tackles that whole thing because it's so eerily similar to what happens in the manga. and in the manga, he is in so much pain and agony, AND HE'S STILL FIGHTING. ROXAS IS THERE WITH HIM, HIS ONLY COMPANION, and then kh3 just tripped and fell on the glass table.

also, i think about this constantly, i want them to do something with it so bad.

YEA i cant wait to see the rest of kh3 manga chapters and how they handle everything, i especially loved the manga versions for days and kh2 and the way their stories were told - even tho kh3 has a Lot going on that might be hard to show well.. amano's been good at it so far tho so i have faith :]

but yeah that whole thing with Roxas is just . oughh. im not gonna lie even i forgot that Roxas was like. still there with Sora when he perishes until i thought abt it writing those tags but now that ive realized that. why the hell did they not take advantage of that!!!! like ok i get that it was more focused on the destiny trio in the ways i talked abt in the tags but yknow. what happened to "he makes up the difference"?? that wouldve been a great moment for it to shine!! ik they already make an example of it during the Xemnas n Saïx fight but still!!

part of me wishes Roxas couldve have more outward influence on Sora the way Ven did. granted, he arguably had an affect on Sora back in kh2, and while i dont remember if it was canon or even intended, that could be applied to both his appearance (his lighter hair, mostly) and his behavior (his hostility towards the organization members; ive seen this argued both as smth Roxas had influence over and purely based on Soras experiences thus far, and i believe in both personally) but Ven in kh3 was literally able to speak and somewhat act through him. im pretty sure this was meant to show that Ven was fully ready to awaken or smth like that, and that wasnt sonething that was needed for Roxas; hes alright, just needed a body/vessel for himself. but i still think itd be a cool way to express the earlier sentiment. and it wouldnt necessarily have to be Roxas "taking over" either, the manga shows very well how Roxas gives Sora strength from within and that he definitely does make a difference

to be fair tho...... whether that wouldve helped Sora in the moment that he gives in to his despair, im not sure. in kh2, both manga and game, hes in a very different mindset than kh3. in that part of the manga especially, despite thinking everyone (except Roxas) is gone for good, he still has the belief that they can live on within him. and that, plus the literal strength hes getting from Roxas, is keeping him going despite it all. in kh3 his self confidence is beyond fucked, and he truly believes in that moment that hes lost Everything, not just his friends. thats hard to come back from

i wonder if he were to remember that Roxas were still there, if that wouldve helped. whether for comfort in the way that hes not really alone then, or for motive to keep living bc if he dies then Roxas is gone too, or whatever reason, i think it couldve changed something, even if its just a little bit. hell, itd have been great if something like that happened afterwards in the final world. id like to think Roxas had a hand in Sora surviving ..... not sure how but its a nice thought. either way i do wish Sora n Roxas' connection and that moment they have in san fransokyo had more....... More. in kh3. it was a great opportunity that they didnt use/forgot about n im now sad abt it forever

[glass-heartz]

good morning, my sweet dear!

I hope you let yourself rest last night! you deserve to have a moment to relax, yknow!

remember to drink some water today and take the time to eat something nice soon!

lotsa loving mwah mwahs for you!

-Fluffy!!!!!

ah ,, good afternoon, hun !! pardon my delayed response ,, i’ve been busy today, can you forgive me for not getting here earlier?

,, i sadly got poor sleep, but it’s fine !! i can catch up another time. i hope you did get some much needed rest for the both of us, my dear. i’ll make sure to eat something later on as well ,, >_< !! i’ll have some water by my side for the rest of the day to make sure i’m managing better.

i’ll give you a heartfelt kiss from my part ,, -chu!-

hm ,, ‘m so tired but i still keep you in my thoughts, lovely.

[pastara-cell]

DAY 13 💪💪💪

Jomies headcanons! (Maria included, 10 head canons for each of em! I’ll try not to do repeats of past head-canons I’ve shared)

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Lets start off with good ol jakey boy!

-Jake definitely has imposter syndrome, 100%

-His pink tips are natural!! Like how people’s hair colour may fade when they get older, his pink tips are actually just the last bit of pink hair thats faded out as he’s gotten older. He had a full head of pink hair in his baby photos!

-I have adhd and I’m officially diagnosing him with it, mhm, yup. Its canon now/silly

-shakes his leg under his desk to stim

-really likes mac n cheese. Like, REALLY likes mac n cheese. Would eat it every day if his mum didn’t force him to have variety in his diet

-He has Eczema, As well as being super reactive to rashes. Avoid poison oak at all costs

-Is a big dog person, but used to own two canaries when he was younger named Jimmy and Lizzie (/ref)

-His favourite colour is Yellow!!

-freezes up when overstimulated

-He does makeup occasionally, golden shimmer eyeliner i’m looking at you

Next is Liam!!!

-he’s a scene kid at heart

-Based on @lettuce-theory ‘s first theory, I’m a whole-hearted believer that Liam did NOT, amd will not forgive Jake after the drake fight.

-Liam and Stacy are great friends on Instagram (gachagram, was it?) and stacy constantly dms him to stop liking her mums pictures. He does it purely to piss her off and plays along with the bit, even with the jomies, so well that he’s convinced everyone except for stacy that he’s actually got a thing for her mum

-His yee yee haircut is quite beautiful, he just never fucking styles it so his bangs part farther apart than drew and jake after episode 10.

-guys. He doesn’t have brown hair…He’s just a really dark red head.

-The most chill guy ever, you could tell him you murdered someone and he’d just be like “…So…You need me to help you hide the body? Orr….”

-Has an older sister, Doesn’t really remember her. She ran away when Liam was 4. He doesn’t really feel anything towards her, but he looks a lot like her. He thought for a while, after he learned about it, that he was his parent’s replacement for his sister, so his parents often reassure him that they love home for being him, and that he’ll always be their liam. Unless he deadnames 👍

-As you can probably tell by the last headcanon, his parents are wonderful people trying their best to keep liam happy and stay stable. They’re middle class, both teach at the local community college, and have a small, nice house. They’re supportive of everything he likes and does. They do miss their daughter, but they’ve put it behind them and do their hardest to focus on liam

-I suppose the last two are more or so just random character story bits I made up, not headcanons, so actual headcanon: He has a calcium deficiency 100%

-he rollerdisco-skates guys you can trust me im his yee yee ass haircut

Then Drew Ofc

-He’s left handed! (pretty sure this is canon because Dosh said so and everything that dosh says is canon, but take that with a grain of salt cause I may be wrong)

-he stops henry, liam, and jake very often to fix their shirt collars or pull down their sleeves. Just a pet peeve of his

-Drew goes to country clubs, He tried bringing henry and liam, but they got kicked out for running next to the pool and knocking a lady in. Jake, on the other hand, is beloved by all the elderly women, who sit around and listen to him talk about whatever. Drew has to drag him away

-small waist, (Put this in my drafts and came back and rosypenguin’s thing came up, Good to know other people agree LOL) but is incredibly insecure about it, cause yknow, slight internalised misogyny.

-Not gonna diagnose him with anything, Especially BPF since I don’t know how to properly portray it accurately to peoples with BPD’s experiences, however, I think he shows a lot of signs of BPD from my research

-has definitely had/is having sal thoughts. In the past, they were more intrusive, but after the drakeup and with what happened with zoey, I think he’s really hanging onto Drew and Henry at the moment.

-He has indeed taken a drink or two out of his parents alcohol cabinet while henry and liam and jake were over. Drew’s clingy when he’s tipsy, but he has terrible full-body migraines during hangover, so he hasn’t done it in a while

-had a bayblade collection when he was younger. Keeps it in his closet now, but he’s super fucking proud of it

-Completely immune to poison ivy, poison oak, And poison sumac.

-Used to be apart of a boyscouts troop, left after he figured out he wasn’t allergic to poison oak by accidentally eating it

Henry my BOYYYY

-Rewatches the entire original Pokémon series atleast 3 times a month

-His teeth were so crooked as a child that he couldn’t talk. He had headgear (Braces that go all around your head) on up until 7th grade, he started in 3rd grade.

-Bruises super easily on ththe slightest taps. Has had to explain to cps multiple times that his parents are not mistreating him

-wanted to learn how to skateboard, could indeed not skateboard

-listens to the living tombstone, Ghost and pals, and Jack stauber

-Had a raging fnaf phase when he was an early teenager

-Adhd as well, Very visibly shakes and gets overwhelmed

-can quite literally read liams mind, same with liam reading his, they finish eachothers thoughts.

-His love for lettuce is genuine, because he grows his own lettuce in his backyard. Lots of lettuce.

-His eyes are actually NOT light green, they’re continuously shifting through every visible colour on the spectrum

Lia!!

-like jake, MASSIVE imposter syndrome.

-Regrets leaving hailey, too deep in to go back.

-she’s got a lovely tenor singing voice, But doesn’t sing. She’s not interested in it

-Can do card tricks

-Half of her skirts are stolen from Zoey, which zoey doesn’t mind as long as they get washed properly

-She listens to Olivia rodrigo 100%. Sour album specifically

-Her favourite colour is purple!

-Her favourite flowers are alliums and lilacs, although she hates the smell of both

-Very frequent user of bath and body works’s cherry blossom fragrance

-other than olivia rodrigo, she listens to Pink pony club and ONLY pink pony club. No other songs

Zoey >:)

-her pink tips are not natural, they’re dyed by Maria!

-Her family Is rather middle class, but they’re still not always there. She has two older sisters who give her advice on high school. She greatly misinterprets that advice

-she’s into crystal/gem collecting, mostly because they’re pretty!

-She and drew once bought a couple geodes and spent 3 hours breaking em all open as a date, she’ll never admit it, but it was her favourite one.

-Got the gold digger mindset from social media (probably TikTok and instagram), as well as misinterpreted advice from her older sisters (such as “High school is hard, you dont have to spend it in one relationship.”)

-However, despite getting the mindset from social media, she was too deep rooted in it to feel anything but sorry for herself when she was caught, not for drew. She knew it was wrong

-Does love Lia and Maria though, and very often would take them on girls days with drew’s credit card. This included spa days, and grabbing coffee, and probablya bit(LOT) of shopping

-her favourite character in mean girls is Gretchen

-Her favourite drink is Shirley temples!!

-Went through a horse phase as a child

Maria!!

-Canadian!!! 🇨🇦 🍁!! Moved to the US when she was 8.

-She used to live in Québec, so they can speak french canadian!

-Dyes zoey’s hair tips pink for her, uses the leftover pink dye on her own hair! Her hair is light enough that it tints the bottom pink ^^

-Befriended Zoey in Preschool, but they’re just friends, not best friends.

-Big believer in Rosianity

-Tomboy!

-Uses She/they pronouns

-Can skateboard, learned it just because she wanted to rub it in henry’s face (he hates it)

-Listens to Chappel Roan 🔥🔥🔥

-has drew saved as ‘My wive’s boyfriend’ in her phone. Zoey doesn’t question it

[dexaroth]

erm. talking abt steven universe. thoughts. yknow the.. Drill. teehehe

ok so i spent the last. 4? days binge-watching su after watching a yt vid that was titled 'in defense of steven universe' and a bit of the followup vid partly bc i was healing from my neck pain but also because i was super into the show when i was like 14 and like. the vids were well. Defending su from the 3 vids with millions of views that changed the whole overall opinion on the show and i was like damn! i vaguely remember watching something and changing my mind about su.. and probably getting bullied for liking su on google plus too lol.

its.. old enough to be nostalgic and worth of a revisit! after all i remember it being so nice and chill..! and cozy.. oh how i missed the piano song after each episode... that SOMEHOW kept being replaced by erm.. Not Better ones. and i remember that very much!

what i dont remember exactly was the capital D Discourse but i remember it was a thing. there were vids that, looking back, i cant tell if they were ironic? talking about oh gee whee steeveni forgave the war criminals! theyre nazis how could he! and and and..... . good lird.

i kinda wanted to talk abt this bc its just so.. idiotic. ive watched up until season 5 and i just finished the movie and holy shit what kind of brain worm got into peoples mind to take su so fucking seriously

it just. it was such a big thing. everyone up in arms about it. about a...

kids show.

i dont say that lightly because there are so many interests of mine that are considered childish but are complex and engaging if people didnt overlook it so much but.. this? seriously? this was what it was all about?

its fun. and cheesy and goofy. there were some parts that i went Oh Cmon! but like, its a cmon in a funny way. like yeah this could have been done better but its. a kids show. and a lot of episodes just end when theyre about to get good because of the limited time they have...

its so weird. This. is what all that was for. and thats just the usual me not knowing about anything popular nowadays besides hearing the news of when someone involved in the show was harassed off twitter or something.. and all the discourse back then of course. for this.

i dont knoww how to put this into words its so ridiculoussss

every day that passes i start to hate fandom even more.. that word already irritates me but the extent to which people elevate things. take things so out of context. bend everything to their will to the point of being unrecognizable. W H Y what do you get from this

its fucking steven universe this is such a cute show and its even better than i remember it being and that was the fucking reception it got..? for this..? ..insane. fetid even. and to think their poison got to me when i was that young.. how many people did to have this kind of rot spread to them. no wonder i have shame issues when this is the kind of reaction thats just completely expected of everyone. fucking hell

the (um. spoilers. ) diamonds being like ohhh steeviinn let us adore you!! aueough we spent like 7 episodes trying different types of nukes on you but were friends now!! is like haha thats cute. a bit rushed and cheesy but in a fun way. and people Lost Their SHIT about it good LORD how are they not cramming shakespeare into the gem cartoon! how come theyre not discussing how rose fucked that old man or whatever the fuck. we must put rebeccas head on a spike for this! //*banging onthis post hello??? is anyobyd thewre?? helppp

[endless-ineffabilities]

How do you feel about Aemond x Daemon? I personally love them as a ship and since Ewan's fave character is Daemon if I'm not mistaken my heart sings every time<3 (SPOILER TERRITORY!)

I think their duel will be absolutely heartbreaking and epic at the same time (that is if the writers don't butcher it..) both because I love these characters and because I love their actors! Ewan and Matt have some cute and wholesome bts interactions from what I've seen and it makes me so happy because I've been a Doctor Who fan ever since it came out and I'd watched World on Fire before HotD was even announced. I just. I never expected such an incredible cast to come together for HotD yknow? So I'm very excited but also kinda scared.. but mostly excited! Daemon x Aemond is my OTP you could say (it's been so long since I've used that term I feel old) but a close second is HelAemond (platonic, romantic, familial, all of the loves!!!) So I hope that in the show they make a point to show us that Helaena and Aemond died on the same day, regardless of whether they had romantic feelings for one another.

As for Alys, I'm mostly indifferent toward her but I hope that they treat her and her story well! I look nothing like her (I'd look like Laena or maybe Rhaena maybe if I had white locs lol) so I can't relate to the sentiment of us all being Alys lol but I'm glad you guys can! I'm also excited for Nettles! I like to think she's Daemon's bastard or someone he thinks of as his adopted child maybe (while fully ignoring the claims that they had illicit relations lol)

Is there another character or story arc you're excited about? And I'm sure you've answered sth similar before but I can't remember- would you prefer a more manipulative Alys? I think I would bc homegirl is probably too old to play wit her heart on her sleeve but I'd like to see her and Aemond actually develop genuine feelings for one another! Which actually reminds me of another point (so sorry for this massive ask btw 😭) being what will Borros Baratheon do? Will he allow one of his daughters to marry Aemond? If so, who and would Aemond really keep a mistress in Alys? How ironic that he may or may not have fathered a bastard with Alys when he detests his nephews (even before Luke took his eye) but anyway that's enough of my ramblings 🙅🏿‍♀️ I just got carried away cuz you seem like a really pleasant person and your stories are beautiful haha bye🏃🏿‍♀️

Ps take care of yourself!

Lovely long message there! 🥺 I'll structure my answer in bullet points so I can make sure I cover everything:

Personally, I can't view Aemond and Daemon together, as a ship. Nothing from season one (or the book) has given me reason to view them as one. Aemond is clearly intrigued by Daemon's relentlessness, and if there were anyone he would want to emulate, it may be Daemon? As Ewan said, they both stand to inherit nothing, and who have to carve their own way out in the world. But anything romantic? Nope. 1000% especially not after what Aemond caused. I love them as rivals, cause they're quite similar in fire that their fight would just be frickin amazing.

I'm on the same boat with you about Helaemond. There's just something so beautifully tragic and yet soft at the same time when it comes to those two. I know I'm reaching but if Alys does manipulate Aemond, and it turns out he was in love with Helaena all along? And they die on the same day?? (You're so right, they need to make a point of this in the show) *buckets of tears incoming*

They truly did an amazing job with the cast. I know they don't all look book-accurate but the performances are so good that it's really not a big deal. Plus, it's so nice that you can see yourself in characters like Laena or Rhaena. And about Nettles? (I'm still not in that part of the book, so I don't know about her and Daemon) But then again, if he does cheat on Rhaenyra with her, it's really just the word of an Archmaester or Mushroom or whoever, so it's all up for interpretation. It kinda frustrates me that the book is written that way, cause I just want to know what actually happened, y'know? I want to know the true motivations and thoughts of the characters - not the perspective of a bunch of men 😂 ughhhh

I still don't know what to feel about Aemond and Alys. One thing that does give me the ick is that he was taken advantage of by an older woman when he was a child (13 yrs old!), and this may have distorted his romantic/sexual perceptions. I believe there was something said about Aemond preferring older women, and I hope this did not stem from childhood trauma. If he is actually, purely, interested in Alys, then that's fine. But you're right, she is meant to be 40-ish, while he's 19/20, so that's another issue. (But then again - Daemyra 🙃) But at least, far as we know, Rhae was not taken advantage of by Daemon (she was 18, in ep 4, which is still painfully young) but she seemed to have engaged with him willingly (and Daemon was the one to pull back and stop) But then again, age gaps are treated very lightly in this series - ANYWAY - no matter what, I hope the whole Alys/Aemond thing is portrayed well.

I think that whole Baratheon betrothal is done for. Plus, the poor girl watched Aemond chase a child with a knife 😂 minus points hahaha

I hope I answered everything? It's been so nice to read your insights, and though my closest pals would describe me as more Daemon-like than pleasant, thanks for calling me the latter 😉🖤