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frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers · 8 months

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Frozen: Forces of Nature Podcast

Everything we know so far:

So as we all know and have been talking about for the past few days, there's a newly announced podcast called 'Frozen: Forces of Nature'. The podcast will tell a cannon story set after Frozen 2 and before Frozen 3. The podcast is going to be a 12 part series, 15 - 20 minutes each episode and this will be season 1. The story will feature two new characters; Queen Disa of Sankerhus and Wolfgang is the Duke of Weselton's nephew. It is set to release in October ahead of the 10th anniversary of the franchise (and the first movie). The plot goes as follows:

'The series follows Queen Anna, who has a lot on her plate – there are visitors in her Kingdom, a friend in need, and even the Duke of Weselton’s nephew skulking around – so when the Spirits of Nature start acting up, she knows she has to solve the problem – and fast – before things get more out of control. But when Anna and Elsa travel to the Enchanted Forest, they find mysterious copper machines that are disrupting the natural order of things. Who made these machines and what are they doing in the forest? And more importantly, how do Anna and Elsa stop them?'

In other official sources, they've given a little more detail about the events going on:

'Queen Anna has a lot on her plate. She has welcomed Disa, the Queen of the small neighboring nation and her people to Arendelle when their kingdom is flooded. Disa is eager to learn about the scientific nature of magic.

Also in Arendelle is Lord Wolfgang, the Duke of Weselton’s nephew, on an apology tour for his uncle’s behavior. He very much wants to secure Queen Anna’s forgiveness and hopes to convince the people of Arendelle of the merits of trade with Weselton.

When a mysterious fire happens at the castle and the Spirits of Nature start acting up Elsa, Anna, and Disa travel to the Enchanted Forest to uncover the cause, where they discover mysterious steam-powered copper machines: automatons.

Where do the automatons come from and what are they doing? Who is directing them? Most importantly, how do Elsa, Anna, and Disa stop them from upsetting the natural balance of the Enchanted Forest and Arendelle?'

So let's point out the key things here and other information in other official sources too:

- Anna is feeling the pressure of being Queen so far, which for me is no surprise given she wasn't prepared to be Queen so soon.

- The Duke of Weselton's nephew, Wolfgang is visiting Arendelle to apologize to Elsa and Anna on behalf of his uncle for the things he did in Frozen and restore the trading relationship of Weselton with Arendelle

- Queen Disa's Kingdom, Sankerhus, is flooded (most likely due to chaos in the forest) and hence she and her people temporarily move to Arendelle

- Sankerhus is one of the neighbouring Kingdoms of Arendelle, like the Southern Isles

- Queen Disa is intrigued by the "scientific nature of magic"

- A mysterious fire occurs in Arendelle castle which causes the spirits to go wild causing Elsa, Anna and Disa to travel to the Enchanted Forest where they discover steam - powered, copper machines called automatons

- The person who created these machines will most likely be revealed in the podcast

Some of you may be wondering why a podcast? Why not an official novel/ book? Why not a short? I was wondering the same thing when this was first announced. I had mixed feelings on this too. But the more I read posts and the more I thought about it the more I started seeing why the story was chosen to be in this format. I think with books and movies it's typical that that's how stories would be told to us. But I think Disney is trying a new way of telling stories without animation involved with audio steaming as a first of its franchises. It is said that it's also for parents to help kids reduce screen time and I also so that they save money for future animation projects especially for Frozen 3, which is a sensible thing to do honestly speaking. Perhaps they didn't make it a Short because the story was more detailed than just a simple one like Frozen Fever and Olaf's Frozen Adventure and the story would not fit in a short but a long enough to be a movie.

But you still might be unsure about the story of the podcast being with the whole nature Vs machine thing. But to be fair we don't know much about these machines or what their purpose is so we can't really say anything about it yet. All we know is that they are "steam powered, copper machines" and when I searched them up on Google I found images like these:

They sound (by the name of it) and look very appropriate for the time period Frozen is set in. But let's not panic if you're still unsure with the machines taking the focus. Frozen is about magic - in each and every movie, long or short, they've explored some kind of magic. So it's given they're not gonna go all out with this science Vs magic theme. The characters and their intentions in the story are the focus of the story. When the sisters find out about these machines they will stop them because it disturbs the enchanted forest. That's the point - to get rid of these machines. Obviously what this person is doing is wrong and has to stop and that's what the sisters will be doing in the first season of the podcast. Besides the podcast cast multiple seasons so this will be the plot for season 1 only.

And no this isn't going to be the plot of Frozen 3 or anything similar because why would they make it the plot of the podcast and not of Frozen 3? Frozen 3 will be entirely different from this podcast. We still have a couple more years til Frozen 3 is out with a rough estimate. They might drop some Frozen 3 plot hints in these podcasts and some of the characters might make an appearance in the upcoming movie but the plot will be different. but highly doubt they would make Frozen all industrial machinery. If the person behind these machines has a good intention they might use their machinery to help advance Arendelle just a little more (I'm guessing). But they won't play a role in it. Frozen is about the characters - some of which have magic! Elsa and Anna have no links to machinery or anything so let's not jump to conclusions and judge the story without, let alone listening to it, but it even being out yet.

I don't think the podcast will be crucial to the story in Frozen 3 so if some of you don't want to watch it by all means don't but Frozen 3 is something different altogether. I think they're just trying to expand the franchise and keep the fandom alive and talking and theorising in the run up to the movie because it's fine Frozen fandom would die done because Frozen 2 was originally going to be the last movie of the movie series, but now that's it not they want to make sure we're all back in the game again.

We only have theories of our own. Nothing is confirmed regarding Frozen 3 other than the fact that the main Original cast will be returning (voices of Elsa, Ann, Olaf and Kristoff (plus Sven!)) and that it will be run with a new director instead of Jennifer Lee. Who else will be returning or will be joining new, we have to wait and see.

New changes to something old we love is hard but we have to give it a try in order to see if the change was good or not.

But in conclusion to this post, that's all we know so far about the podcast. Hope some of you found this useful if you didn't know something about the podcast.

#disney frozen #frozen #frozen 2 #frozen 3 #elsa #anna #elsa and anna #olaf #Kristoff #sven #disney #podcast #frozen podcast #frozen: forces of nature #frozen forces of nature #forces of nature #the spirits of nature

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silkscream · 2 years

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💌 with peter getting a chain and it’s hot maybe nsfw (totally not inspired by that video of tom)

nsfw ahead! minors dni <3

no fr. like everyone’s coming over to pregame at yours and peter’s the first to show up, obviously, because he’s a loser with a huge crush on you and was the only one to respond to your text in the groupchat asking if someone can come by with chasers.

when you open the door, your jaw nearly drops when you notice the thin silver chain hanging over the neck of his fitted black t-shirt.

“what is that?” you raise an eyebrow, and he blushes at how close you are to him as you roll the chain between your fingers.

“uh, it’s a chain.”

“since when do you wear jewelry?”

“since aunt may converted to all gold and didn’t want this anymore,” peter shrugs, walking past you to set down the grocery bags on your kitchen table. “i got orange juice and coke.”

“oh, you have coke? okay, fezco,” you tease, knowing full well peter is nearly straight edge if it weren’t for your tendency to force him to drink at your parties. peter rolls his eyes at your comment, smirking. it’s the smallest gesture but it makes your heart flutter in a way that it hasn’t before when you’ve been around the boy. he looks almost... cocky.

peter parker is a nerd. it’s what you like to tease him about even though it’s probably getting old as a joke, but you do whatever you can to help him gain more confidence as you’ve gotten closer as friends. this included dragging him to thrift stores, messing up his hair to bring out his curls, and accompanying him in trying (a little bit of) weed so he can relax for once in his life.

but as more of your friends start to flood into your apartment, the more you notice peter’s little mannerisms and how they feel... different. it can’t be just because of the stupid chain. though you’re realizing that you can’t stop staring at it and the way it sits at the base of his neck.

you’ve downed enough screwdrivers to feel the blood rushing to your head, so you stumble onto your couch and accidentally join in on a game of truth or dare slash spin the bottle, because harry insisted on playing but ned insisted on having the option to not kiss people.

“y/n, it’s all you,” mj says.

“huh?” you blink up to everyone watching you. “dude, i can’t play. if i kiss anyone tonight i’m just gonna drag ‘em straight to my room.”

you lock eyes with peter briefly right after your comment and you see a slight roseate flush on his cheeks. you wonder if it’s because he’s just as drunk as you.

“all the more reason, you little whore,” harry teases.

“shut up,” you snort, shoving him on the arm. “give me a dare or something.”

“okay. i dare you to kiss whoever the bottle lands on. and then take them to your room,” harry grins.

you shrug nonchalantly. you’d already had a short-lived fling with harry, and anyone else in the room you’d kiss and probably roll a joint with in your room. you imagine the scenarios in your head as you spin the empty wine bottle, faces shifting in your mind, but they all seem to turn into one face.

peter’s. who also happens to be the chosen one by the bottle.

the whole circle starts to hoot as you roll your eyes at their expense. you’re too drunk to be this nervous. since when are you ever nervous? you decide to make it quick, pulling him by the chain closer to you as you kiss him gently.

harry boos loudly. “c’monnnnn, you can do better than that, disney channel!”

peter doesn’t know what hits him, but he kisses you again, but with more passion. your eyelashes flutter in surprise when his mouth is against yours again. his tongue peeks out to touch your bottom lip and you feel warmer than ever. your friends cheer.

“thanks for the show, you sluts,” harry sneers. “now go, shoo.”

without exchanging a word, peter gets up and walks to your room as you follow. you grimace at the feeling of mj slapping your ass as you walk away, but she flashes you a cheeky grin.

“we don’t have to do anything,” you disclaim right when you’re able to close your bedroom door.

“oh,” peter nods, trying not to let the disappointment show on his face. “okay.”

“unless, you, like, want to. but i don’t wanna make things weird.”

“right--”

“but also, we just made out, so i guess it wouldn’t be, um, that weird. i guess,” you stammer.

peter narrows his eyes at you with a smile. you keep blinking haphazardly like something’s in your eye. you still feel dazed from the kiss, even moreso at the sight of him casually sitting on your bed. wearing that stupid goddamn chain.

“you okay?”

“yeah. yes! i just feel insecure about how messy my room is now,” you lie.

“looks fine to me.”

“thanks,” you reply sheepishly. the two of you sit on your bed in silence. god, this is so fucking awkward.

“y/n, i--”

“canikissyou?”

“what?”

“i was going to say that i like you.”

your heart is fucking pounding.

“and i was going to ask if i could kiss you.”

“i would say yes.”

with a grin, you lock mouths again, this time with as much eagerness as possible as you climb into his lap. he kisses you down to your collarbone while his hands drift to your hips and you subconsciously rock your lower half towards him.

it’s like kissing him is making you even drunker. you pull him by the shoulders so that he’s on top of you, and for a second, he pulls away just to look at you and your blissed out face.

“you’re so fucking pretty.”

“you’re prettier,” you grin. the way his chain hangs over you makes you feel fucking insane.

within minutes, the both of you have managed to discard most of your clothes. peter’s hand rubs your thigh as he kisses you, nibbles on your neck and grins when he hears your tiny kitten moans. slowly, his fingers graze over the front of your underwear and his eyes widen just a bit when he feels how wet you are. you grab his hand yourself to shove down your panties out of impatience, and when he starts to cooperate and rub your bud gently, you have to bite your lip to suppress your moans.

“this okay?” he whispers.

“mhm,” you murmur dreamily.

his mouth is slack as he watches you come undone for him. meanwhile, you can’t keep your eyes off him either, how he’s hovering over you and breathing just as heavily at the sight of you grinding up into his hand. his chain bounces as he breathes and it makes you wetter by the second.

the more you whine in little whispers just for him to hear, the wider his lovesick smile gets.

soon enough, you feel it, the way his fingers cradle themselves into the sweet spot in your cunt. if your orgasm feels this good, you can only imagine how good his cock would feel buried inside of you.

“‘m cumming,” you whimper. he covers your mouth with his hand and the sudden dominance excites you.

“shh,” he coos into your ear as you tremble through your high. “that’s it. that’s a good girl.”

#2k celebration #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #blurb

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themattress · 3 months

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So this one guy who blocked me because of a perfectly civil comment pointing out the flaw in something he was saying rather than actually respond and try to debate it then posted this.

Which may as well read:

It's the nostalgia strawman, the same one mentioned 5 and a half minutes into this video. It also comes up in this one and this one. And as the arguments posit in those videos, it's bullshit used as an easy way to avoid true critical engagement. However, I still want to say my piece on this post, even if the person who made it tried to stop me through blocking.

"All the writing problems in KH3 are present in KH2"

Hahahahahaha, no. Absolutely not.

Granted, I did make sure to bolden "all" since of course it's an objective fact that some of the writing problems in KH3 are indeed present in KH2 - both Tetsuya Nomura and Masaru Oka are writers on both, so it would be impossible for that not to be the case. However, let's see if this person's examples of such shared problems holds up.

Retcons

Nope. There was only one retcon in KH2, which is the retcon around Ansem's identity, which I've already discussed at length. That is literally the only time where something from a prior game got changed around, and it was already being set up in CoM. That is lightyears ahead of the retcons in KH3, several of which are retcons on a more fundamental level than just who someone really is (ex: Xigbar being Luxu is a retcon that I hate, but it's not affecting anything fundamental - it's the retcon of what he did in the past that is the true problem.)

A glut of characters with strange and poorly explained motivations

Nope. The motivations of DiZ and Organization XIII respectively were not remotely strange given their circumstances and were explained very clearly; some could argue they were overexplained. A world of difference from, say, Ansem and Saix's obsessions with Subject X, a character who isn't even a part of KH3's story.

New mechanics that don't get adequately explained

All right, I give them this one. Hell, that's been a thing since KH1.

Relying on you to play and understand side games to grasp the baseline plot.

Nope. There was only one side game at the time of KH2, which was CoM. And it was only needed to fully grasp KH2's prologue....and I say fully grasp because KH2, prologue included, was conceived before CoM was, so the prologue was always going to be intentionally confusing. Once we reach the actual baseline plot with Sora, Donald and Goofy, CoM is no longer an issue since they act like they're picking up fresh off the end of KH1.

Awkwardly rehashing the plot of Disney movies for 90% of the game and then having the bulk of the plot in the last 5 hours

Nope. The linked videos already debunked this fallacy, but for elaboration: KH2 did actually have plot-relevant events occur in half of the Disney world visits and it had a midway point where a huge chunk of the plot transpired, meaning "the bulk of the plot in the last 5 hours" is a damned lie as far as KH2 is concerned. Meanwhile, "awkwardly rehashing the plot of Disney movies for 90% of the game" makes one question if this person played either KH2 or KH3, because it doesn't apply to either of them! Three visits in each of them rehash the movie's plot (KH2: Land of Dragons 1, Port Royal 1, and Pride Land 1; KH3: Kingdom of Corona, Arendelle, The Caribbean), with one visit also having many elements of the movie's plot (KH2: Atlantica, KH3: Olympus), but otherwise the Disney worlds did their own stories.

Shafting Kairi

Half-right. Both games did shaft Kairi, but comparing the way KH2 did it with the way KH3 did it is apples and oranges, since Kairi was still a civilian damsel in KH2 and despite the shafting got to participate in its conclusion and begin her own path as a combatant; Kairi in KH3 was a combatant who spent most of the game training for that combatant role and it ended up resulting in her not participating in the conclusion because she died, got restored, only to be kidnapped and then die again. And no, Re:Mind doesn't retroactively absolve KH3 of this, especially given that the positive treatment Kairi receives there doesn't even last into the Limitcut Episode and the following game, MoM.

Imo KH3 does a somewhat better job at threading its information into a smooth plot than KH2

Nope. The "information" you speak of, objectively, is all information about past games or even future games. The only information that is relevant to pushing forward the narrative of KH3 as was established at the start of the game ("gather these specific seven Keyblade wielders to go fight Xehanort and his organization at the Keyblade Graveyard") is the stuff with Vexen and the replicas....which not only had a huge chunk of it missing until Re:Mind, but also might not have even been needed since Nomura said he considered doing the story without resurrecting Roxas and Xion in the climax.

So in total, this post only had one thing completely correct (both KH2 and KH3, and all KH games for that matter, have new mechanics that don't get adequately explained because Nomura is just like that), and one thing partially correct (both KH2 and KH3 shaft Kairi, but pretending the shafting is in any way equivalent is a logical fallacy). Everything else listed isn't actually comparable to KH3 at all, proving once again that this isn't a nostalgia filter issue. It's a legitimate observation that KH3 suffered terribly from the decision to bog it down with connections to so many other games and from Nomura and Oka getting rid of all their co-contributors like Kazushige Nojima, Daisuke Watanabe and Harunori Sakemi.

#Disney #Square Enix #Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts II #Kingdom Hearts III #Opinion #Analysis #Comparison #Fandumb #Stupidity #Objection #Correction #Truthbomb #Anti-Kingdom Hearts #Anti-Square Enix #Anti-Nomura #Anti-Tetsuya Nomura

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extraaa-30 · 3 months

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PJO, Disney, and Palestine

I'm seeing some nonsense in the PJO fandom rn about how to support Palestine. And, though I'm by no means an expert, I am super super done seeing all the nastiness and bad takes. So I'm gonna try to clear up some confusion.

Long post ahead, bear with me <3

First, let me be real clear: Free Palestine.

I'm not getting into it more than that. You either know already or should know about the ongoing genocide. If you don't know, there are plenty of resources available.

Obviously, we should all be doing everything we can to support Palestine. There are lots of ways to do this. One of those ways is to observe boycotts called for by the BDS (Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions) movement.

BDS has a policy on Disney. But it does not mean what most of this fandom thinks it means.

Here is the official list of BDS targets as of three days ago (1/17/24):

(source)

You'll notice there are four types of targets. Let's go.

1.) Consumer boycott targets

This is the category most people think of. BDS has asked for a total consumer boycott of these brands. In other words: do not buy from these brands.

[List from image: AXA, Puma, HP, Chevron, Ahava, Carrefour, Caltex, Siemens, RE/MAX, Texaco, SodaStream]

Worth noting: Sabra hummus is also a major part of this list. Not sure why it was left out of the graphic.

Here is more info from BDS about the reasoning for these choices. You'll notice that Disney is not in this target category. Let's move on.

2.) Divestment and exclusion targets

This category is about pressuring governments and institutions to end their dealings with these brands on a large scale.

It's really important to note that BDS is not asking consumers to boycott this category. The best way we can support is to put pressure on our institutions (e.g. local governments, universities).

Obviously, if you personally want to stop buying from these brands, you can! But that is not the ask from BDS right now. That is your personal choice.

[List from image: Elbit Systems, Intel, Chevron, CAF, Barclays, JCB, CAT (Caterpillar Inc.), Volvo, TKH Security, HD Hyundai, Hikvision]

Still don't see Disney, right? Moving on.

3.) Pressure targets

And here we have arrived!

✨✨ This category includes Disney. ✨✨

BDS is asking us to conduct pressure campaigns against these targets.

This can include boycotting ("when reasonable alternatives exist")! It can also include:

lobbying (sending letters, emails, petitions...)

peaceful disruptions (nonviolent direct action, protests)

social media pressure ("hey followers, go sign this petition! go call this number!" "@ slimy corporation, why do you support genocide?")

[List from image: Google, Amazon, Booking.com, Teva, Expedia, AirBnB, Disney]

Again, if you personally want to boycott these brands, go ahead! That is a valid and worthwhile choice that you can make. It's worth noting though that boycotting does not mean just pirating a show on a different platform.

Boycotting is about ending our support as consumers completely.

That means ending subscriptions, canceling accounts. It also means not consuming any products from these companies or their subsidiaries. For Disney that includes Marvel, ABC, ESPN, Pixar, National Geographic, and literally a billion others. For Google, it's not just the search engine but things like Google Docs and YouTube.

As you can imagine, a complete consumer boycott of these brands would be complicated. That is why, strategically, BDS is not asking for that at this time.

It is imperative that the movement to free Palestine is strategic and organized.

The BDS movement has been doing this work for a long time. Following their lead is a good idea. Directing our energy into the actions they recommend is efficient and vital.

I've seen a lot of people in this fandom saying to boycott Disney as if it's a top priority, or even harassing others for continuing to engage with Disney content. That is nonsense and unhelpful.

There is too much to do, urgently, for us to waste time.

That said, let's briefly go over the last category:

4.) Organic boycott targets

These are boycott campaigns that developed independently. While BDS is not diverting official energy towards fighting these brands, it does support the public in that fight.

In other words, don't buy from these brands.

[List from image: McDonald's, Domino's Pizza, Papa John's Pizza, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Wix]

Not listed but worth noting: people are also boycotting Starbucks

In conclusion,

This? Still true.

Just be strategic and informed about it. And don't be an asshole. There is too much work still to do.

[Also, before someone gets on my case about Rick Riordan, I made a whole separate post about it here.]

#pjo #pjo tv show #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjotv #palestine #bds movement #boycott disney #<<for visibility #percy jackson and the olympians #idk other fandoms probably could benefit from this info #i'm just #if i see one more person being holier than thou about a boycott that bds has not asked for #when there are other ways for us to direct our energy to actually help palestine #and all this is just about boycott as an option i mean #there are so many other ways to plug in #there is so much to do #you don't need to pirate a silly little show. go call your representatives. donate to an organization. buy an e-sim for someone in palestin #if you want to hurt the mouse then smear disney publicly- that falls under social media action #stop spreading incorrect info about this #it is TOO IMPORTANT #extraaa

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 5 months

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Baking for the Devil in the Big White Tent

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 787

Summary: Dieter discovers a show you love that isn’t a horror

Warnings: Dieter being Dieter, lots of sweets, I know in America it’s called The Great British Baking Show but I’ve always known it by it’s original title

Check out masterlist here

You approached your boyfriend, mug of tea in hand, with a question you weren’t sure how he would answer. Sitting down next to him on the couch, you nervously asked him.

“Dieter, a show I like has just started a new season. Do you mind if I watch it now?”

“Is it a horror one?”

“No.”

“Then go ahead.”

Sighing in relief, you pressed play and Dieter snuggled up next to you, wondering what sort of non-horror show would have your interest.

“What is this show?”

“It’s The Great British Bake Off.”

“Wait, I know this show. Isn’t this some horror thing where they trap people in a tent, and they don’t let them out until they bake stuff for some blue-eyed devil?”

You tried not to gawp in confusion. “When you put it that way, it is a bit of a horror. But no, Bake Off isn’t a horror.”

“It’s not?”

“No, it’s a wholesome British show. Although it does get stressful when literal cracks start to form in cakes.”

Suddenly Dieter jumped up on the couch in fear. “Ah! That’s him! The blue-eyed devil!”

“That’s Paul Hollywood,” you explained but Dieter continued making the sign of the cross with his hands. “Were you sober when you watched this?”

“Not exactly,” Dieter stopped his attempt at exorcism and went back to snuggling.

You gave Dieter a running commentary as he looked at the screen with both fascination and confusion.

“Every week has a theme. The first week is always cake. There’s always someone who likes to experiment with exotic flavours. Last year was all miso.”

“Me so hungry.” That joke got a friendly little nudge from you.

“Every week there’s three challenges. This one is the signature challenge.”

“Is there a big prize at the end?” asked Dieter.

“Not really.”

“No $10,000 cash?”

“No, it’s just some nice plate thing. And bragging rights”

“Huh,” he mused. “That’s different from most American shows.”

“It is. It’s so much less cut-throat as well. Everyone is so nice on here.”

“I love all their accents! I’m going to have to try them.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “I don’t know how I feel about these bakers. I had so many favourites last year. I mean, they had Jurgen.”

*****

“Now the technical is when the bakers have to make something, but they don’t give them the complete recipe.”

“Why would they do that?”

“To test their baking skills. Then the judges blind tastes them.”

“I’d like to do that. Seems fun.”

“Not when things are underbaked.”

“I’d still eat it.”

“So now it’s the showstopper. This is when they have to do something impressive.”

You gripped his arm tightly as bakers rushed in the last five minutes, trying to put their bakes onto their stands.

“This is so tense,” said Dieter. “Now I know why you like this show.”

As the Star Baker was announced and the leaving baker was surrounded in hugs, you untangled yourself from your boyfriends embrace and got something from the kitchen.

“Bake Off puts me in a serious baking mood so I made a little something.”

“Wait, you have freshly baked goods in the house, and you didn’t tell me?”

“Well I know you’d scoff the lot,” he hmphed in agreement. “Before I had a chance to explain what they are.”

You pulled the lid off the container and Dieter looked in. He gazed at sponge cakes which were dipped in chocolate sauce and sprinkled in coconut.

“These are lamingtons.”

“Are they those things that jumped off the cliff in that Disney film?”

“They what?!”

“No wait, that’s Lemmings. And they were thrown off a cliff which is messed up and created that silly myth.”

Your confusion was delayed by Dieter putting a piece of coconut covered cake in his mouth followed by the appropriate moan of delicious delight.

“So will you be doing more baking?” he eagerly asked.

“Oh there will be lots more baking. Next week is biscuit week.”

“So biscuits and gravy?”

“No, it’s what the British call cookies. And what you call biscuits is what they call scones and they have them with jam and cream.”

He avoided thinking about it by taking another bite, it was a tasty distraction. “Would you ever go on the show?”

“Me? On Bake Off? Oh gosh no. I just bake for fun. Putting me in a competition will stress me out to no end,” he nodded in agreement. “But they do have a celebrity version for charity. It’s a lot less stressful.”

“And you’d be on that?”

“Oh no, I don’t think I’m famous enough. You might be good on it.”

“Dieter Bravo on The Great British Bake Off? As if.”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror #love of horror universe #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Dawn - epilogue

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

“Alright guys let’s get together!”, everyone rolls their eyes at my brother’s scream through the Hard Deck where not many people are left as the end of the nigh or beginning of the morning is near.

“I was thinking.”

“That is dangerous.”, the whole table erupts in laughter at Bob’s remark and Jake send him a playful glare before continuing.

“This week we are going to have to fill in paperwork and go to boring meetings but after that we have one month of leave!”, everyone started cheering even though next week is going to be hell with all the paperwork.

“So, what do you all say on going on a trip together?”, most people at the table start saying that they are in and only Harvard, Yale and Halo tell us that they can’t come but that they will see us when we get back.

“That leaves the elite team.”, Rooster slaps Jake’s arm but he has a proud smile on his face.

“Who has ideas for a trip?”, Payback starts talking about Las Vegas but most of us have already gone there and we want something new.

“What about, and let me finish”, Bob says in Hangman’s direction who sends him his most innocent smile.

“Disney world? Everyone likes it, there is Epcot so you all can drink around the world and then do the attractions drunk.”, Rooster is the first to agree, a happy glint in his eyes at the mention of Disney.

“I am in! I have always wanted to go there and try all the food!”, Payback and Coyote nod at Fanboy’s words and they all start to talk excitedly over what they want to try.

“I mean drinking around the world sounds good to me, plus that way I can all beat you in the Toy Story Mania.”

“Oh, you wish Bagman, I will beat your ass”, everyone agrees at Phoenix’s words and the bets are already happening.

“Let’s do this people!”, we all cheer and decide to go back to base to reserve everything.

After a week filled with paperwork, we find ourselves with Jake at six in the morning waiting for everyone to arrive next to Rooster’s blue Bronco and my brother’s Jeep, deciding to go with two cars.

Quickly the team starts to arrive and the last one there is Bob who seems to be juggling far too many coffees.

“I thought we all might need coffee for the long drive and after the long week we had.”, everyone starts thanking him and taking their cup with their names on.

Bob quickly greets me with a kiss and a coffee that smells like caramel, just how I like it.

“Holy shit Bob, you got it just right.”, we all look at Rooster and start laughing at his amazement.

“Be careful sis, we are going to steal your man.”, Bob blushes a bit but his arm around my waist stays strong and I put myself in front of him.

“You will have to go through me! He is with me, you lost your chance Jake.”, my brother starts pouting and the rest is laughing at our antics.

“But sharing is caring.”, his infamous smirk is back, and I hit him with my napkin.

“Alright everyone let’s go we have a long ride ahead of us!”, we all separate to go into the cars, and I find myself with Jake, Bob, and Phoenix while Rooster is with Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback.

“Who wants to put some music on?”, the three of us start arguing at Bob’s words and Jake is trying to fight for the aux but Bob slaps his hand and looks at him like an angry mother.

“I will put on some music, and after you three settled your argument, you can choose some music.”, the three of us groan like grounded children but Jake smirks at Bob.

“Yes, mom.”, Jake receives a napkin straight in the face, and luckily, we are not driving because the three of us can’t stop laughing at his dumbstruck expression.

The drive starts and Bob plays the first few songs with Highway to hell where everyone is singing far too loud and false, but it doesn’t matter. Phoenix and I quickly fall asleep, lulled by the movement of the car but I find myself waking up at hearing a familiar song.

“Walk in the street with you and your worn-out jeans.”, Jake is singing highly and then he points at Bob who is drumming on his knees and continues.

“I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be.”, he then points back at Jake and my brother takes his coffee cup as micro.

“Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself.”, and he dramatically looks at Bob who throws his hands in the air.

“Hey, isn’t this easy.”, suddenly the two of them start singing together and this has to be the best thing I’ve seen in a while.

“And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town.”, Jake is drumming on the steering wheel and Bob is making grand gestures with his hands.

“I haven’t seen in a while seen she brought you down.”, they both start pouting at that line and I have to stop myself from laughing.

“You say you're fine, I know you better than that. Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?”, they are practically screaming right now, and I see Phoenix filming them also trying to stop herself from laughing and we look at each other as they continue singing.

When the chorus hits Phoenix and I join scaring the boys, but they quickly continue singing with us.

“So why can’t you see? You belong with me!”, we are screaming at the top of our lungs and continue until the end of the song.

“You belong with me!”, Bob and I share a glance as he looks back and I can’t help the lovesick grin that appears on my face.

“Alright Bob next song!”, Jake looks like an excited puppy and Phoenix starts chanting Bob’s name, with us joining her a few seconds later.

Suddenly Great Balls of Fire starts playing and we all scream in delight.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain”, Jake starts and then points toward Phoenix who takes over.

“Too much loves drives man insane.”, she then points to me and I take over.

“You broke my will,”, Bob continues after me, “But what a thrill.”

“Goodness gracious great balls of fire!”, we are once again screaming through the car and at one point Phoenix films the boys doing a duet right after Phoenix and I did to send it to the others.

“Oh! You’re so fine, so kind.”, Jake starts, and Bob follows.

“Got to tell the world that your,”, Jake quickly joins, and they sing the rest together.

“Mine, mine, mine.”, Phoenix and I join back, and the rest of the car ride is spent laughing and singing to songs. Fanboy sends a video of Rooster telling us that he is angry that he wasn’t invited to sing Great Balls of Fire and we call the group chat to do a rendition of it.

The ride is nearly done and as we arrive at our hotel, we are all exhausted but with matching grins on our faces. We all decide to go to Disney Village to go eat and spent the afternoon there. Jake and Bob start going through all the different Mickey ears, and they put a Star Wars one on a pouting Fanboy while the rest laughs. Rooster joins them and suddenly the worst trio that you could imagine has formed itself.

They spent the week annoying everyone, in good fun, and somehow spent most of the time together. I even had to throw Jake and Rooster out of Bob’s, and I room to have some privacy with him. Even though these idiots stole my boyfriend for a bit he always took time to be with me and to sit next to me in attractions., well except for Toy Story Mania where it was everyone for themselves. In the end to everybody’s surprise Bob won and he could choose what we were doing for the rest of the day.

The best day was probably Epcot, where we drank around the world and then went into a couple of attraction buzzed with only Bob sober, to look after us but he was having the time of his life watching us making fools of ourselves and filming us.

“OMG Bobby look! There are children!”, you could hear Jake say on a video where he was pointing at a child and Bob was trying to stop himself from laughing as a disapproving mother passed by us.

The best video of that day had to be Hangman and Rooster declaring their love to Bob, that Payback had somehow managed to film.

“Bob, if my sister doesn’t treat you right know that I would gladly date you and I would rock. your. world.”, Rooster then pushes Hangman to the side and takes Bob’s shoulder who looks flustered.

“Bob, I know we haven’t talked much during this mission, but this trip had been eye opening, you are a man after my heart and there will always be a spot open by my side and my bedside.”, Bob is obviously trying not to start laughing so he pats Rooster’s arm which makes the pilot believe he chose him over Hangman. Rooster then looks at Hangman and sticks his tongue out like a child.

“He chose me! In your face Bagman.”, the video ends there as Jake starts to argue with Rooster and poor Bob is in the middle of it.

The night before we leave, I find myself in Bob’s arm, tracing my fingers along his chest and he is caressing my back.

“I’m so glad that we went on this trip!”, I can hear the smile in Bob’s voice and lift my head to look at him.

“Me too, now we still have three weeks.”, I’m a bit nervous, I want to ask Bob if he wants to come home with me, meet my family but that is a big step.

“That is a lot of time on our hands.”, he has a cheeky smile on his face, and I know he can read right through me.

“Want to come and meet my family?”, still Bob takes a deep breath before nodding his head softly.

“I would love to Dawn, maybe you can also come and meet mine?”, I quickly nod at his suggestion and can’t help but smile widely at the thought.

“Although I have to tell you Jake, Rooster, and I are planning to go on a camping trip for a week so you will have to survive without me for a week.”, I try to see If he’s joking but he looks serious, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

“I guess I could let you go for a week.”, we both nod at each other seriously before starting to laugh.

“You are seriously going on a camping trip?”, Bob let’s out a laugh before nodding.

“Yes, I mentioned that I have always wanted to go camping and they suggested it and know we are planning it.”, I start laughing again and send Bob a tender smile.

“I’m so happy that you and Jake go along so well.”, Bob hums before bringing me closer.

“That is because we both agree that he has an amazing sister.”, I let out a small laugh before Bob brings me into a loving kiss.

As we fall asleep, I hold on to Bob a little tighter, feeling glad that this mission has brought me this man and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

This is probably the end of the story! Hopefully you enjoyed it!

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Pairing: Anna/Kristoff Rating: T+ Summary: Kristoff has always loved the sea, and after meeting her he didn't know it was possible that he could love it more.

Cold dread spread throughout Kristoff’s body as he heard the name of the woman he had been fearing for the past twenty-four hours or so leave Anna’s lips.

“Are-are you sure? I mean, how do you know?” he stuttered nervously.

Anna raised a brow and scrunched up her little nose. “It’s kind of a…sister slash…mermaid thing I guess. Kind of hard to explain.”

Kristoff just nodded in agreement, deciding that was a reasonable answer and not to question it further.

“So I guess I better go take you out to meet her then huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He found himself doing that a lot recently.

“Yeah I guess so,” she smiled softly as she tucked a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear. The lovely blush spreading across her face gave her freckled cheeks a warm glow.

She must have seen the worry in his eyes because her smile dropped and she rested a hand on his arm that was leaning against the tub.

“Hey,” her smile returned to her face. “It will be okay.”

He placed his too-large hand over her small one and returned a smile of his own. “Yeah,” he said, getting lost in the deep blue of her eyes.

And they stayed that way for a while before Sven gave a loud bark, pulling both of them out of their fantasies of what exactly they didn’t know. They had only just met each other, but there was an odd spark between them that they both felt strongly.

Taking that as a signal that it was time to head out, he stood up with a grunt and stretched his arms, which caused his shirt to lift just enough for Anna to get a glimpse of his perfectly toned stomach. The golden hairs on his chest reached far below the waistband of his shorts, and Anna had to pull her eyes away before her mind wandered to a place it shouldn’t.

Kristoff was about to reach a hand for the doorknob when her voice stopped him.

“Oh um,” she stammered toying with the end of her hair. “Perhaps, it’s best if I go with you. I haven’t seen her in a while and well…she usually doesn’t take well to humans, especially if those humans are fishermen…which you are and…well I’d hate for you to get into any sort of trouble because you’re very kind — I mean you did save my life and everything,” she started to twist the strand of hair between her two fingers more vigorously with every word she spoke and she even diverted her eyes away in embarrassment because not only did she only feel guilty for taking up his bathtub, he had to listen to her annoying rambling as she tried to explain why he probably shouldn’t meet her sister alone. Yes, while it was true Elsa was a kind and forgiving soul, she was also very protective of her baby sister; especially after the death of their parents. And Kristoff didn’t need to witness her potential wrath; it wouldn’t be fair. It wasn’t his fault he got caught up in all this. So she took a deep breath to finish what she had tried to tell him previously, “Sorry, sometimes my mouth works ahead of my brain. Anyway, what I was trying to say is that my sister can be pretty protective over me and I want to be able to explain to her myself that I’m okay because she’s not gonna trust the word of a man…well human man that is.” Thankfully, — within some point of her explanation — she had been able to meet his gaze again and keep her hands from fidgeting.

An awkward silence filled the air and all that could be heard was the blowing of the vent fan and Sven’s heavy panting. Neither of them knew what to do next and questions raced through their minds as they sat there pondering ideas. At some point, they would have to face Elsa, there was no escaping that fate.

“So uh,” Kristoff spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess we should get going huh? Don’t want to keep your sister waiting any longer?” Though he played it off jokingly, trying to lighten the uncomfortable tension that had built up within the past two minutes, Anna could sense a hint of fret in his voice.

Anna opened her mouth to speak but before any words came out a chill ran throughout her body, an indication that Elsa was becoming more frantic. She could tell that this did not go unnoticed by Kristoff as he furrowed his brows in worry and went to touch her before thinking better of it and pulling away. He also took this as an indication that they needed to get things moving and didn’t ask any more questions. With ease he crouched down on the tile floor, slipping his arms under Anna all while she tried to lift herself as best as possible, and carried her bridal style in his arms like he had done when he saved her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Kristoff tried to conceal the blush that was beginning to rise from his collarbone to his cheeks.

“So uh,” Kristoff started trying to fill in the silence that had formed as he made his way through the house to the front door. “This sister of yours sounds like she really cares about you and your safety. That must be nice to have someone who loves you that much?”

“Hm,” Anna looked up at him, giving her head a little shake as if she had been daydreaming about something. “Oh…uh, yeah. She’s great. Always looking out for me and making sure I don’t get into trouble.”

Kristoff snickered and gave her a lopsided grin. “You make it sound as if you’re some kind of troublemaker,” he said, now making it to the front door and not forgetting to close it behind him as he stepped outside onto his front porch.

“Well let’s just say I may or may not have been swimming too close to shore than what is permitted which may or may not have been because of my fascination with humans that my sister has told me numerous times to stop due to the potential danger.” She smiled shyly up at him.

“And I’m assuming it was this so-called fascination that led you to become entwined in that fisherman’s net huh?” He gave her a playful teasing smile feeling a bit more relaxed now than he was a few minutes prior.

Anna tucked a small red tendril behind her ear as her eyes turned away sheepishly biting her bottom lip. A hint of a blush spread along her freckled cheeks. “Okay, so maybe I do run head first into situations before thinking things through, but hey could you honestly say you blame me.” Feeling less embarrassed she had the courage to look up at him again. “I mean your world is just so interesting and weird and just so enticing to want to learn about, so if anything it’s kinda your fault. I mean not you specifically of course, just the general human population.” She rambled on, somehow finding a way to gesticulate her hands wildly.

In the very brief time that she had been here, Kristoff had learned that Anna was fiery so it hadn’t been surprising to him that she would do something so crazy as to come so close to land, ultimately breaking her sister's biggest law. He assumed that most merfolk had been naturally curious, as any human would be of the….merworld? Was that correct? It’s not like he could go look it up in a dictionary or anything. He made sure to put it in the backburner of his mind as a question to ask Anna later. If there ever was a later.

Part of him hoped there would be.

“Well, we’re here,” Kristoff informed them, stopping at the edge of the water.

Perplexed, he turned his head looking every which way in hopes of spotting Elsa amongst the water, but he saw nothing. His brows furrowed in confusion because it really should not be that hard to find a mermaid. Scanning his eyes over the ocean one last time thinking that maybe he missed her, he sighed in defeat when the results turned out the same.

“Where is-”

“There!” Anna interjected, sticking her arm out to point at something, which - for a second - threw Kristoff off balance at the new change of position; fortunately, he was able to regain his composure fairly quickly without dropping her. “She’s over there.”

He followed her finger and sure enough - as if on cue - a fair-headed mermaid peeked around a rock with a dark-haired one following after her; much to his dismay.

That’s when he realized he might have been in more trouble than he thought.

Why were there two? Did Anna possibly have another sister she never brought up? No, he had a feeling she would’ve told him. Maybe Elsa decided she needed backup; make him believe everything was fine and when his guard was down WHAM. Hit him when he would least expect it. But, Anna told him everything would be fine, and he trusted her.

Reassurance began to move his feet.

“Oh look,” Anna said pointedly. “Honeymaren came with her.”

“Honeymaren?”

Anna picked up on the slightly higher pitch in his tone of voice, though he tried to mask it through a cough, and maneuvered herself to put a gentle hand on his shoulder while giving him a soft look in an attempt to hopefully set his mind at ease. “Don’t worry, Honeymaren isn’t a threat either. She’s just Elsa’s girlfriend who probably tagged along because she was worried about her safety as any respectable partner would be.”

With a quick curt nod and a reassuring smile, Kristoff continued on, getting closer with each step he took, only stopping when he finally reached his place of destination.

He paused, took a deep breath, then spoke. “Elsa? Or I mean Queen Elsa?” The platinum-blonde turned her, registering her name. Her eyes were a lot deeper blue than Anna’s - but her smile - her smile was the same and that is what finally gave him the confidence to continue. “My name is Kristoff Bjorgman, I think I’m the reason that brought you here.”

Silence filled the air and all that could be heard were the crashing of the waves against the shore and the rapid heartbeat of a fisherman whose thoughts were racing through his mind as he waited for a response.

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oliverreedmasterass · 7 months

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Starcatchers 1x2 - Waited All Your Life

Synopsis: In the second episode of Starcatchers, the members of Greta Van Fleet deal with loss: Josh loses his beloved notebook (which Sam attempts to find) and Jake and Danny get hopelessly lost in the woods.

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: reference to cannibalism, sad Josh, Jake not Respecting the Pouch™, Bigfoot, the Kraken

Notes: EVERYONE GIVE ALEX (@jmkho) SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE TITLE AND ADDISON (@starcatcherkiszka) FOR THE ORIGINAL IDEA!!! 🫶🫶🫶

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Josh wakes up in a well-kept, rustic-themed bedroom with a deep yawn and a wide smile. Sunlight floods in through the windows and birds can be heard in the distance singing their morning songs. Josh carefully folds his sheets down to his feet, revealing a fancy pair of silk pajamas, and slides out of bed to admire the stunning view of the Great Smoky Mountains. In high spirits, Josh begins to whistle along with the birds, joining their jovial songs. He’s basically a Disney princess.

Across the hall Jake’s alarm goes off, playing a loud guitar solo that may or may not be something he recorded himself. Jake is laying on the wrong end of his bed, so his foot slams down on his phone like it’s an actual alarm clock. This does nothing to turn the phone off. Despite this, Jake continues to bang his foot on the phone before eventually giving up and kicking it against the wall, cutting off the sound. Jake lets out a deep groan and curls up under his covers, like a dragon retreating into his cave.

Next door Danny is startled awake by Jake’s rattling snores. He glares at the wall and attempts to press his pillow over his head to drown out the sound, to no avail. Danny huffs, rolls out of bed, and raps his fist on the wall a couple of times. This only makes Jake snore louder. Danny lets out a frustrated groan, and scans around his room. A clock reveals that it is 6am. Danny perks up with a revelation and hustles to his backpack, where he pulls out his pair of in-ears. He pops them in and happily falls back asleep.

Down the hall from Danny, Sam is nowhere to be found in his room. The camera pans around in confusion, trying to find him. It eventually lands on him, standing upright and stiff as a board on the balcony wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, goggles, and flippers. The camera moves closer and it becomes evident that he is sleep-talking.

SAM: I’m ready to fight the Kraken. Put me in, coach, I wanna bop ‘im in the schnoz.

Sam gives a few half-assed punches as he continues to sleep.

JOSH: [singing loudly as he passes down the hallway] Rise and shine! Adventure awaits, boys!

Groans sound from all of the rooms except for Sam’s.

SAM: The only thing that will rise is my fist to your face, tentacle boy!

Starcatchers Theme/Opening Titles

[acoustic theme song with a harmonica]

From the fires we emerged anew,

Singing, playing rock and roll,

Reviving a genre just for you.

Across the globe we traveled far

Recruiting an army of peace,

Enchanting crowds with our guitar.

A battle ensued at the Gardens Gate

And we preserved the gift of nature,

Standing up against a culture of hate.

We are the Starcatchers, reaching for the sky,

Discovering words of wisdom to live by.

We deliver a message from the heavens above:

Live your legend through the intelligence of love.

[end theme]

The members of Greta Van Fleet sit around the dining room table, sipping Capri Sun pouches.

JAKE: You need to stop eating chocolate before you go to bed, Sam.

SAM: I don’t think chocolate is what’s making these dreams so realistic.

JOSH: You’re right, there has to be something seriously wrong with you. I mean, who gears up for a scuba expedition and sleeps standing upright for 7 hours?

DANNY: Your brother does, that’s who.

SAM: (into his pouch) It made sense at the time.

JAKE: I’m sure it did, Sammy. (around to the rest of the table) We’ve got a big day ahead of us, Van Fleeters.

DANNY: I thought we agreed we weren’t gonna call each other that.

JAKE: It’s cool.

JOSH: I, for one, hate it. It sounds like we’re afraid of vans.

SAM: Wouldn’t be too far off for you with your eighteen wheelers though, would it, Josh?

JOSH: Quiet…

JAKE: (ignoring the banter) We have to get another song down in the books by the end of the week, otherwise we’re gonna get in trouble with “The Man.” At least, that’s what our manager told me. Could be the Kool Aid Man, could be Iron Man, I don’t know, but it didn’t sound good.

JOSH: Well I, for one, have to design all of my jumpsuits for our next tour. I’ve seen some stunning visions in my dreams that I’m looking forward to bringing to life.

SAM: Were you, by chance, standing when you had those dreams?

DANNY: I think we might need to start strapping you into your bed at night, Sam.

Sam looks like he isn’t entirely opposed to that idea. Danny looks at him in disbelief. He was joking.

JOSH: Actually, I should probably sketch one of them out now while it’s still fresh in my mind. It’s a jumpsuit for you, Jake! I think you’ll love it.

JAKE: (darkly) I doubt it.

JOSH: I’m gonna grab my notebook!

Josh jumps from his seat and does a cartwheel out of the room.

SAM: I think you would look good in a jumpsuit, Jake.

JAKE: I think you would look good with my foot up your butt, Sam.

DANNY: That’s a terrible comeback, Jake.

From the next room over, Josh lets out an agonizing shriek, as if he just discovered Mr. Boddy dead in the study with a lead pipe. Jake, Sam, and Danny hurry to find Josh on his knees in the center of the living room, clutching at his face in despair.

SAM: Oh god, did Rosie piss buckets in your slippers again?

JOSH: (whimpering) It’s my notebook.

DANNY: You lost it?

Josh nods his head sadly.

JAKE: You hardly looked for it, dude.

JOSH: I have a photographic memory. I vividly recall placing it on that table right there last night before I went to bed.

Josh points at the coffee table next to him. It’s empty, with the exception of a few Capri Sun pouches sucked dry, Rosie’s leash, and a Bop It. Jake absently grabs the Bop It and starts to play with it while Josh continues to wallow in his misery.

DANNY: We’re the only ones who have been here, Josh. Are you sure you didn’t put it somewhere else?

BOP IT: Twist it!

Jake twists the Bop It as he moves to the beat of the canned music.

SAM: (suddenly wearing a Sherlock Holmes-esque hat with a pipe and magnifying glass) No need to fear, dear civilian, this is a case for Detective Kiszka to crack open, just like a cold one.

BOP IT: Pull it!

Jake pulls the Bop It.

JAKE: Yoink!

SAM: (continuing) I’ve cleared the JFK assassination case, I proved that the moon landing was fake, my list of accolades extends farther than the eye can see.

The camera zooms in on Danny, who is rolling his eyes in the background.

BOP IT: Bop it!

Jake slams his hand on the center button of the Bop It.

JAKE: That’s what I’m talkin’ about!

SAM: (to Josh) When your grief subsides, poor soul, I would love to meet over tea so we can discuss your relationship to this notebook, and your speculations as to where it could have gone.

Josh gives a shrug.

JOSH: You can pencil me in for after 7 today.

Sam nods with understanding and pulls a ballpoint pen from his back pocket, licking its tip before writing a note on the back of his hand. Just visible on his hand is the note, Meet w/ crybaby @ 7.

BOP IT: Pull it!

JAKE: (in the background) Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!

SAM: I’ve got you booked to find your notebook. Or, notebooked to find your notebook.

As Sam talks, the camera focuses on his tongue, which now has a massive blue ink splotch in the center of it. He’s one hell of a detective.

JOSH: I’ll have you know I didn’t find that funny at all, Detective Kiszka.

BOP IT: Twist it! Bop it! Pull it!

Jake is actually kind of nailing the Bop It. Even though Josh is still beside himself, he joins Sam and Danny as they watch Jake.

BOP IT: (faster) Pull it! Bop it! Twist it! Bop it! Pull it! Pull it! Pull it!

JAKE: What the?

BOP IT: Pull it! Pull it! Pull it!

DANNY: Dude, I think you broke my Bop It.

BOP IT: Pull it! Pull it! Pull it!

JAKE: It’s a trick, he’s trying to throw me off guard.

BOP IT: Pull it! Pull it! [beat] Bop it!

JAKE: HA! You can’t fool me, tiny man!

SAM: (holding his magnifying glass up to Jake) Tiny man?

JAKE: (still playing with the Bop It) Yeah, the tiny guy who lives inside this toy and tells me what to do next.

Sam, Danny, and Josh stare blankly at one another. It’s apparent they are all hoping Jake is kidding. Jake focuses back on the toy, indicating that he was, in fact, not kidding.

BOP IT: Bop it!

JAKE: I met him in a dream once. His name is Fergus.

SAM: When you woke up from that dream, were you standing, by any chance?

DANNY: Again, Sam, I think that’s a “you” problem.

Sam slumps his shoulders. Across the room, Josh has thrown himself dramatically on the carpeted floor, holding the back of his hand up to his forehead in exasperation.

JOSH: Oh, my dear notebook! What am I supposed to do? That’s where I keep all my sketches and lyrics, I’m nothing without it!

DANNY: How about this? I’ll go and grab us all a nice breakfast to try and get this day back on track so we can work on that song. Jake, you’re coming with me.

BOP IT: Twist it!

JAKE: (under breath to himself) Aw yeah. [beat] Wait, why me?

DANNY: Sam needs some space to do his detective work.

Danny winks at Sam, who brightens at his suggestion. Detective Kiszka is about to be on the case, and whoo boy, is he gonna sleuth hard.

JAKE: (saluting) Aye aye, captain.

BOP IT: Twist it!

Jake twists the Bop It and the camera zooms in on the center of the toy, zooming back out to reveal that the Bop It is still in Jake’s hands as he sits in the backseat of Danny’s car while Danny drives.

JAKE: I think I’m gonna beat my high score of 12.

Jake continues playing. Please take note that, for the rest of the script (until noted) Jake will be playing the Bop It with the sound in the background of all conversations.

DANNY: Trust me, I think you’re far past that.

JAKE: Boy, I hope so.

DANNY: I hate to ask this, but could you navigate for me? I would, but my GPS is broken and I don’t know how to get out of the woods to the grocery store.

JAKE: Hmm? Oh yeah, for sure.

DANNY: I was thinking of grabbing some Pop Tarts to lift Josh’s mood.

Jake completes a really challenging pattern on the Bop It.

JAKE: Yes!

DANNY: I’m glad you agree. So should I turn up here?

Jake once again revels in his success with the Bop It. He’s really on a roll now.

JAKE: YES!

DANNY: I love the enthusiasm.

Danny turns the steering wheel and an overhead shot shows Danny’s car driving down a long and rural dirt road. That shot matches a painting of a similar landscape hanging on the wall of the cabin’s living room, where Sam and Josh are sitting. Sam is still equipped with his detective gear while Josh sits with an oversized fuzzy blanket wrapped around him.

SAM: I’m going to ask you a few questions. You may find some to be a tad bit invasive, but I ask that you answer them with as much detail and transparency as you can afford.

JOSH: (sniffling) I’ll try my best, Detective.

SAM: First, do you believe dreams can serve as portals to other dimensions?

JOSH: Uh, what does that have to do with my notebook?

SAM: Nothing, it’s just something that’s been troubling me lately. When I woke up this morning, I was soaked wet.

JOSH: Maybe Rosie isn’t the only one who pisses buckets?

Sam chooses to ignore Josh’s comment.

SAM: Anyways, when was the last time you saw your notebook? Give me the exact time: this is crucial so I can study the moon charts to get more clues.

JOSH: I would say 10:48.

Sam writes this note down on his hand, below his note about Josh’s appointment time, which is already smudged.

SAM: Why, might you presume, would someone be motivated to take your notebook?

JOSH: I have some pretty cool drawings in there, I guess. My shading has gotten really good in the past year.

SAM: Yeah, it has. Now, sir, is there anyone who you might suspect would go out of their way to cause you harm, such as stealing your own personal possessions?

JOSH: Well, Jake can be mean sometimes.

SAM: Has he shown any signs of hostility towards you recently?

Josh has a flashback of Jake sucking down a Capri Sun the day before, blowing it back up through the straw, and putting the pouch on the floor in front of his raised foot. Josh screams at him in terror that he has to Respect the Pouch™, but Jake gives him a devious grin and slams his foot down, creating a deafening popping sound. Josh shrieks and flails for cover, only peeking from behind the couch when he thinks the coast is clear. Jake is unscathed, laughing hard at Josh.

JOSH: Not more than usual.

SAM: Is there anyone else you can think of?

JOSH: Not really. I’m a pretty likable person. I’ve been told that I have the personality of a cult leader.

Sam nods. Josh has a point.

SAM: Well, that should do it for my questioning. I’ll start to investigate the perimeter while my highly intellectual brain fits the pieces of this puzzle together.

JOSH: Huh, that was fast.

Sam leaves Josh to head outside so his investigation can commence. As Sam opens and shuts the front door, Danny does the same with his car, out in the middle of literally nowhere.

DANNY: (on the brink of panicking, calling back to Jake, who is still in the backseat) I thought you were gonna give me directions?

Jake is still fully engaged in the Bop It.

JAKE: Huh?

DANNY: Directions, Jake! Directions! You told me yes when I asked you if I should turn, and now we’re out in the middle of nowhere!

BOP IT: Pull it!

Jake pulls the Bop It.

JAKE: Yes.

Danny pulls out his phone to try and call Sam, but then squints down at the screen. He has no service. He groans and gets back in the car and tries to start the engine, but it stalls and then pitters out.

DANNY: Oh my god. This is bad, this is really, really bad. Jake, do you have your phone on you?

JAKE: Nope. Left it at the cabin.

BOP IT: Twist it!

Danny clutches at his head in despair and jumps out from the front seat, taking a lap around his car, looking at the area surrounding them. It’s a lot of trees, and not a whole lot of grocery stores.

DANNY: We can’t be that far away from the cabin. We’ve only been driving for (checks his watch and then pales) thirty minutes.

JAKE: Maybe Fergus can tell us what we need to do.

BOP IT: Bop it!

JAKE: You gotta bop it.

DANNY: I literally have no clue what that means.

JAKE: Just, you know, bop it.

Danny falls back on his butt in the dirt and looks up at the tree tops and the blue sky ahead in disbelief. Things aren’t looking great as far as their survival is concerned. Danny throws his back on the ground with a loud thud. In a matching shot, Sam’s bare feet thump over the dirt in the front yard of their rented cabin. Sam is scanning obscure things like wild mushrooms and snails with his magnifying glass, as if that is going to get him closer to solving the mystery of the missing notebook. Behind him, Josh sits on the steps, wearing oversized sunglasses to hide his tears while theatrically blowing his nose. Sam plods back to Josh’s side.

SAM: We’ve got a suspect.

JOSH: By all means, tell me the criminal’s name so I can smack ‘im up Philly style.

SAM: I don’t know how you know what “Philly style” means, but it’s in my code of conduct that my clients can’t smack up anyone until the case is closed. You’d be surprised how many innocent people get whapped upside the head with no just cause.

Josh nods, like he follows Sam (he doesn’t).

SAM: (continued) My speculation may surprise you, but I promise it has merit. (long pause) I believe Bigfoot may have taken your notebook.

Sam pulls out his phone to play a sound byte of dramatic music.

JOSH: (standing to his feet to head back inside) That’s crazy talk.

SAM: No, no, come down here, you have to see this.

With interest, Josh comes down the steps to join Sam’s side. Sam is proudly “smoking” his pipe by blowing into it, making the oregano he packed inside shoot everywhere, and nods his head down at the ground next to him. Josh studies two relatively large sized footprints. His eyes then track to Sam’s bare feet.

JOSH: Detective Kiszka, I don’t know how to phrase this in a way that won’t come off as offensive to you, but I believe those footprints belong to your own dogs.

Sam removes the pipe from his mouth in shock and squats down to rub the dirt from the footprints beneath his fingers, taking a quick taste. Josh looks disgusted.

SAM: Hmm. So it is. Great detective work. Well, we can put Bigfoot on the back burner then. But I still think there’s more here than meets the eye. The pieces just aren’t fitting together.

JOSH: (to himself) You’re telling me.

SAM: I need to get a visual on this case. Inside!

Sam runs inside the cabin with Josh trudging behind him. The camera travels back outside the cabin, zooming across treetops until it finds Danny and Jake. Jake is still playing with the Bop It, now sitting up in a tree, while Danny films himself as he squats by a pile of sticks next to his car.

DANNY: Hour 1 in desolation wilderness: no service, the car is broken, and we’re hopelessly lost. This video is for A24 to make an experimental documentary about my life, starring Alex Wolff. If anyone finds this, please tell my family that I love them. Now, one of the things that I learned as a cub scout is, in order to survive, you need a massive bonfire to scare away predators.

Danny grabs two decent-sized sticks and starts rubbing them together. Out of habit, the rubbing eventually morphs into him air drumming with the sticks. It takes Danny a while to realize what he's been doing, but when he does, he scolds himself and then tries to rub them together again. Faster this time around he starts air drumming again. He throws the sticks over his shoulder in frustration.

DANNY: Maybe I’d be better off foraging some food for Jake and I.

Danny grabs his camera from the ground and holds it at an angle under his chin as he takes a few steps into the woods, away from the car.

JAKE: (calling from his tree) Hey! Where are you going?

DANNY: To get food!

JAKE: Can you get me a pickle?

DANNY: (to the camera) I’m ignoring that.

Danny films himself looking through various plants in the area, including some stuff that looks poisonous, and stops, staring at something off screen in confusion. He silently flips the camera around and zooms in on a pickle in mint condition that’s chilling on the ground. Danny cautiously grabs the pickle, wipes it off on his pants, and approaches the base of Jake’s tree.

DANNY: Here, catch!

Jake isn’t seen on screen but, in between the sounds of the Bop It, he catches the pickle.

JAKE: Comin in clutch, Swaggy Waggy!

Danny returns to addressing the camera.

DANNY: Morale is high, the sun will be out for a while longer, I’m optimistic that we can make it through this tribulation.

BOP IT: Bop it!

Danny turns off the video on his camera. The scene jumps to the cabin, where Sam is holding Jake’s phone with a shattered screen in his hand, searching for a photo of Danny on Google. He selects the first image suggested, zooms in close on Danny’s face, and then proceeds to stick Jake’s phone to the cabin wall with some heavy duty duct tape. Josh stands just behind Sam, studying his evidence board. Alongside the phone, there is a copy of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End nailed to the wall, poorly drawn photos of Josh and Bigfoot, and “Bookie Wookie” written on a post-it note. For some reason, there is also a banana nailed to the wall. Sam holds up George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass album and is about to add it to the board.

JOSH: Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna nail Jake’s album to the wall.

SAM: It’s supposed to be me.

Sam ignores Josh’s protest and proceeds to pound a nail through the album cover with a hammer while Josh watches in horror. Sam has been chewing an impressive glob of gum while he works, and takes a break to remove it from his mouth, pulling it out in a disgustingly long string.

SAM: So you and I both have alibis because the notebook belongs to you, and I’m helping you find it.

Sam makes a show of putting “X’s” over George Harrison and Josh’s faces with the gum. Josh watches his younger brother with judgment stretched across his face.

SAM: Which leaves Jake and Danny as potential suspects. I’ll have to interrogate them when they’re back.

JOSH: You know, they’ve been gone for a while.

SAM: (ignoring Josh) If I had to speculate, I would say Jake may have taken it as a prank. Danny is harder to read, though. I’m not sure what his motive would be. That guy is hard to read. I’m keeping Bigfoot here as well because my tummy told me to.

Sam creates lines between Danny, Jake, Bigfoot, and the notebook.

JOSH: What’s up with the banana?

SAM: Oh, that’s if I get hungry later.

JOSH: Oh.

SAM: I wish there was more evidence I could work with. This case is a lot more complicated than I thought it would be.

Sam wipes his face.

SAM: I must retreat to my study to ponder this in more detail. You’ll have to excuse me.

Sam hurries out of the living room to his bedroom. Josh watches him go, and then throws himself onto one of the living room chairs with a deep sigh. It’s obvious the absence of his beloved notebook is really starting to wear on him. With a match cut, Danny is also sighing loud, filming another video of himself.

DANNY: 1 hour and 7 minutes in desolation wilderness. Our chances of survival are growing slimmer by the second.

Jump cut to Jake chilling up in his tree with a bunch of squirrels and birds invested in his game as he continues playing with the Bop It at an impressive speed. He’s happily crunching on his pickle.

DANNY: (continued) There is no sign of life, no saving grace for me or my friend. I can feel the delusions kicking in. I thought I saw Pitbull a few minutes ago. (Danny turns around briefly to call off into the distance) Dale? (Facing the camera again) I also think that I might have a rash.

Danny shows off his arm to the camera. The guy most definitely got caught in some poison ivy during his foraging.

DANNY: (continued) Outside of Jake’s pickle, I’ve only found twigs and worms to eat. The worms are edible as long as you gaslight yourself into thinking you’re eating cold spaghetti. It would probably be better with a dash of salt and pepper, but I’m working with what I’ve got. Though I have to admit, if we’re stuck out here much longer, I might have to make the choice between facing my own mortality and eating Jake. I’m not sure which decision I’ll make, but I’m not gonna deny that Jake looks pretty tasty right now.

The Bop It is still heard loud and clear in the background. It’s going so fast at this point that Jake is moving like lightning. It’s like he’s predicting each command before it comes from Fergus. Danny looks up at Jake and shakes his head, turning the video off. Jake is entirely in the zone, but then Fergus’ voice starts to get slower and deeper. Jake frowns down at the toy.

JAKE: Fergus? Are you drunk?

BOP IT: (in a demonic growl) Pullllll itttttttt…twistttt ittttttttt…..booopppppppppppppppp itttttttttttttttttt.

The Bop It dies.

JAKE: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FERGUS!

Jake jumps down from the tree and sinks to his knees, cradling the Bop It in his arms.

JAKE: Say something to me, anything!

The Bop It is still dead.

DANNY: I think the batteries drained, dude.

JAKE: We have to go to the store.

DANNY: Yeah, I want to go there too, trust me, but, uh, that’s not really possible right now.

Jake snaps his head up to study Danny. It’s as if he finally realizes where they are. Jake looks closer at Danny, covered in rashes, his hair matted, and his clothes in tatters. Jake cocks his head to the side. He obviously hasn’t been paying attention for the past 1 hour and 9 minutes.

DANNY: (continued) We’re lost, the car isn’t turning on, and I have no service.

JAKE: I’ll get us out of here.

DANNY: I’ve tried. I don’t think you’re gonna pull it off.

Jake is already in the front seat of Danny’s car, messing with the controls. Within 15 seconds, the car is back on and running.

DANNY: (under breath) What the?

JAKE: (popping his head out of the window) You turned off the car while it was still in drive! You just have to put it in park and then it won’t stall.

DANNY: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Jake leans on the horn a couple of times, and Danny takes his cue, getting into the passenger seat. Jake hands Danny his Bop It like it’s a newborn child.

JAKE: Can you please take care of this for me?

DANNY: Yeah, sure.

JAKE: Alright, grocery store, here we come!

DANNY: How do you know where you’re going?

JAKE: The birds are gonna help us.

DANNY: The birds?

Jake whistles and a flock of robins swarm the car, chirping warmly at Jake. Jake motions for them to go, and they lead the way. With a squeal of the tires, Jake powers after them. The car passes across the screen, acting as a wipe transition so the camera is now in Sam’s “study”. He paces back and forth at the foot of his bed, tapping his chin with the handle of his magnifying glass.

SAM: The notebook couldn’t have moved on its own because it is an inanimate object. It is not physically possible for notebooks to grow legs and move, or to creep like a snake or a worm. It had to be moved by the hand of a perpetrator. Their intent had to be sinister. The notebook could be hiding somewhere within this cabin, taken somewhere off the premises, or it could be destroyed. No viable fingerprints or footprints have been recovered. Not a single clue has led me in the right direction. It was on a table, and now it isn’t. Maybe it went where all my socks go when I put them in the dryer.

Sam looks like he could believe this explanation, but then his eyes track to the balcony connected to his room. Sam suddenly has a deep frown on his face.

SAM: Oh no.

Sam has a quick flashback to the night before, when he was sleepwalking on the balcony, dressed in scuba gear. In his left hand he clutches Josh’s notebook and a pen.

SAM: (back in reality) Oh god!

Sam rushes onto the balcony and grabs the discarded notebook, which is flopped partially open on the wooden boards. Sam flips through some of the pages and lets out a gasp. His messy handwriting is sprawled over a lot of Josh’s sketches and lyrics. Sam squints closer at what he wrote on one of the pages.

SAM: (reading aloud) 18 August 1682: The curs'd Kraken may destroyeth mine own ship, but that gent shall nev'r destroye mine own will to pow'r f'rward. Yond tenticl'd beast shall one day crumble in mine own grasp.

JOSH: (outside Sam’s closed door) Everything okay in there, Detective?

Sam slams the notebook shut in fear.

SAM: Oh no. I need to hide this thing. (Calling to Josh) Peachy, my good sir!

Sam looks back down at the notebook in terror. A similar look of terror is plastered on Danny’s face as he sits in the passenger seat of his car, grasping onto the grab handle. The birds are still guiding the car, and Jake speeds through the wooded area, just barely dodging boulders and trees. Danny lets out a shrill shriek as Jake comes flying out of nowhere onto a country road, nearly t-boning a passing car in the process. He skids over into oncoming traffic and then veers the car back in the right lane, speeding up significantly so the engine dangerously revs. An instrumental version of Safari Song blares through the radio.

DANNY: (calling over the music) You wanna slow down a bit?

Jake ignores Danny and steps on the gas pedal, sending them flying down the road at an even faster speed. They shoot past a cop who aims a radar gun at Danny’s car. The cop looks down at the speed and whistles.

COP: There’s no way I’m catching that guy.

Jake’s driving would cause a driving instructor to have a mental breakdown. He speeds up at turns, cuts people off left and right, and passes cars using the shoulder of the road. At one point he starts doing donuts in the middle of the highway, just for the hell of it. In spite of all his shenanigans, he looks through the windshield with a look of determination. The guy needs his batteries.

JAKE: (conversationally) Do you think the game saved before Fergus died?

Jake is driving in between lanes now, somehow squeaking between two semi-trucks. Danny lets out a squeak, but offers a shrug.

JAKE: (continued) I think I would fall into a bottomless pit of despair if it didn’t save.

Jake looks back at the road ahead of him and speeds forward, breaking out of the confines of the two massive trucks. Danny lets out a sigh of relief which almost immediately becomes hitched in his throat again when Jake cuts across 5 lanes of traffic and takes out a sign, exiting the highway.

JAKE: I nearly missed my exit!

DANNY: (choking on his words) Thank god you didn’t.

JAKE: You know, Josh and Sam are always telling me I should hand my driver’s license back to the DMV, but I don’t know what they’re talking about. I’m a safe driver.

Within that span of dialogue, Jake has run through 3 stoplights, driven on a sidewalk (nearly hitting an elderly woman), and taken out a mailbox.

DANNY: Oh yeah, you definitely are.

On the downlow, Danny pulls back out his phone and starts filming another survival diary.

DANNY: (to his phone) I may not make it out of this car alive. If anyone finds this footage, please tell Taylor Swift I think she’s great. And, if Jake manages to walk away from this one alive, never let him get behind the steering wheel again. Ever.

JAKE: (looking directly at Danny and not the road, where he has run another stoplight and caused a massive pile up.) Who are you talking to? Josh and Sam?

DANNY: My beneficiaries.

JAKE: Fun!

Jake hits a fire hydrant which immediately starts shooting out a geyser of water.

JAKE: I think we’ll park here.

Danny sits in stunned silence with the airbag deployed in his face but, without a word, he untangles himself from his seatbelt and gets out of the car alongside Jake. They start to walk towards the grocery store across the street. In the background a firetruck and a few cop cars arrive at the scene of Jake’s accident in a rush. The firemen and cops are standing around in confusion, scratching their heads at the abandoned car.

JAKE: (pumping his fist in the air) Let’s find my batteries!

JOSH: (calling through the door to Sam) Did you find my notebook?

Sam panics and shoves Josh’s notebook down the front of his shirt and opens his door to face Josh.

SAM: No, of course not! Why would I find it in my study? That's ridiculous!

Josh eyes the notebook-shaped bulge around Sam’s stomach and then squints at him.

JOSH: Okay…what’s the plan now, Detective?

SAM: We, uh, get you a complimentary drink first to drown your sorrows! Why don’t you start to fix yourself something nice, and I’ll be there in a second. I, uh, have to scratch my butt really fast.

JOSH: TMI, dude.

Josh leaves Sam alone and heads for the kitchen. Sam breathes out a sigh of relief and removes the notebook from under his shirt. He scans around the living room and decides to place it back on the table, where Josh said he had last left it. Suddenly, Josh jumps back into the room, pointing at Sam, who has been caught in the act.

JOSH: AHA!!!

SAM: (voice cracking) Josh?! It’s not what you think!

Josh breaks the glass bottle he was holding to pour himself some lemonade and rushes to Sam, holding the broken bottle up towards his neck.

JOSH: (growling) You wanna tell me what’s going on here, Sammy boy?

SAM: I really don’t.

Josh moves the bottle closer to Sam.

SAM: No, no, no, I’m allergic to lemons.

JOSH: You’re literally not.

SAM: Please! I have a wife and children! They’re dependents on my healthcare plan; how will they get their annual physicals if I’m gone?

As Sam is blubbering nonsense, Jake and Danny enter back into the cabin, Danny with a bunch of Pop Tarts boxes, and Jake back to playing his Bop It. Based on the speed the game is at, it appears that it actually did save where he was at before it died. Danny drops the Pop Tarts when he sees Josh holding a broken bottle up to a crying Sam.

DANNY: Hey! What’s going on?

Josh lowers the bottle in shock when he sees Danny. Danny looks as if he made it to the final round of Survivor. His face and arms are covered in dirt, stray leaves, twigs, and rashes. His shirt and shorts are in tatters. One of his shoes is gone, and his hair looks like he got electrocuted. In comparison, Jake looks unscathed.

JOSH: I should be asking you the same thing, Danny. Did you take a wrong turn and fall off the side of a mountain on your way to the store?

DANNY: (grumbling) Something like that.

Sam takes Josh’s distraction as an opportunity to plant the notebook back on the table, out of his hands. Although he still seems shaken up, he tries to get back into his Detective character.

SAM: By George! It’s a miracle! The notebook is exactly where you left it last night at 10:48! The mystery is solved! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go somewhere very, very far away from here to, uh, register Rosie to vote.

JAKE: You can’t go, Sam, we got Bop Tarts. Oops. Pop Tarts.

BOP IT: Bop it!

JOSH: Not so fast, Samuel.

Josh picks up the notebook and flips through the pages. His face falls. Sam winces, bracing himself for the worst. Josh is still holding the broken bottle in his hand, and Sam has a bad feeling he knows how to use it.

JOSH: (reading one of Sam’s added entries) 21 August 1682: The Kraken consumed mine own first mateth in one biteth. The screams w're deafening and I feareth I shall nev'r catch but a wink a soundeth night again. I holidam to avenge mine own mateth, Jeffrey, if 't be true t's the lasteth thing I doth. (taking a break from reading) When did you learn to write like this?

SAM: It was Bigfoot, not me. The dude is a wordsmith.

JOSH: Right, right, so you’re telling me that Bigfoot, who is definitely real, broke in here without leaving a trace, took my notebook, wrote a bunch of random stuff about the Kraken, and then returned the notebook afterwards?

SAM: Yes?

Josh sighs and takes a seat back on the sofa, dropping the broken bottle onto the cushion next to him so he can flip through more pages. The camera follows him doing this, and it’s evident that Sam filled out every single page in his sleep the night before.

JOSH: I wish you had just been honest with me, Sammy. I was really worried about my notebook, I thought I would never see it again. My heart was all twisted up in knots.

BOP IT: Twist it!

JOSH: It was pulling me apart.

BOP IT: Pull it!

JOSH: This notebook is my one way to brainstorm what I share to the masses, to the teenyboppers out there who adore us!

BOP IT: Bop it!

Danny grabs the Bop It out of Jake’s hands, stomps to the front door, and chucks the toy.

BOP IT: (Voice growing fainter as it flies away) Awwwww man! Final score: 284,923.

JAKE: Are you kidding me? I was gonna break my record!

SAM: (eyeing the George Harrison album nailed to the wall behind Jake) I already did that.

DANNY: Your high streak was 12, Jake! You definitely broke it!

Jake looks disappointed, but he shrugs. Then he notices Sam looking at the evidence board and gapes.

JAKE: My George Harrison record!!

Josh finishes looking through his notebook, grabs a box of Pop Tarts from the ground at Danny’s feet, retreats back to his room, and comes back out with a second notebook, which looks identical to the original one. Sam stares at it blankly. Josh uncaps a pen and fixes himself an Apple and Cinnamon PopTart. Josh takes a big bite out of it.

JOSH: (with his mouth full) Now that I finally know where my notebook is and have some brain food, I can get back to work.

Josh starts drawing sketches in his new notebook as Waited All Your Life starts playing. As the song enters into the first verse, Josh is transported into a music video world where he frolics through fields with his notebook, they ride a tandem bicycle, share a Capri Sun, and watch a beautiful sunset at the ocean. As the song fades out, Josh is back in the living room, holding up a completed sketch of a jumpsuit. It has an anchor on it and the sleeves and legs are wrapped in tentacles. Josh has just designed a beautiful tribute to the Kraken.

JOSH: What do you guys think?

Josh holds his notebook up to Sam and Danny, who are feasting on Pop Tarts as well. Sam has taken off his detective gear, and Danny managed to get a quick shower in to clean the grime off. His skin is now covered in cream to help with his rashes.

DANNY: That’s actually pretty neat.

SAM: So you’re not mad at me anymore?

JOSH: No, I’m still pissed.

Although it’s cheesy, Sam, Josh, and Danny all hug one another. In the background, Jake receives an award from the Guiness Book of World Records for his Bop It score. None of his bandmates notice this happening. Jake shakes hands with a man in a suit and receives a certificate, getting his picture taken. Jake looks happier than he ever has.

END OF EPISODE.

(if you read this whole thing, I love you)

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Going The Distance || Timothée Chalamet x OC ||part 1

A/N- this is based on a dream I had the only difference is the OC and the fact the OC didn’t have a kid. In the dream I had my daughter who at the time hadn’t been born yet( she’s two weeks old now) but I hope you guys like this. It’s up on Wattpad already with three parts. I don’t normally do oc on here but I thought it more fitting since it was based on a dream. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Warnings- language, fans dislike, possibility of smut in the future

Pairing- famous!timothee x non-famous!OC

I woke up to the sound of rain against the balcony attached to my hotel room. I turn to my phone and see the time was just five minutes before seven in the morning. I remembered that i had set an alarm for two minutes before seven in order to get a guardians of the galaxy ride group. I rolled over in the large bed i had to myself with my phone in hand and refreshed the screen for a good two minutes in order to snag the boarding group. Unfortunately, they went too fast and I couldn’t snag a boarding group. It didn’t crush me, as i work at disney and could try again at any point, i just never had any luck from what i remembered. I turned over and got a bit more sleep until my alarm went off again at eight in the morning.

After doing my makeup and getting dressed, I made my way down to the lobby of the Grand Floridian and searched for a Starbucks. When I discovered that the line was too long for my liking, I decided to just go to the one inside the park. I walked over to the monorail, wasting no time as I could see the line waiting for the monorail was long. While I waited, I scrolled through Instagram and before I knew it, it was time to board.

When I got to the connections cafe (another name for the park starbucks), I realized the line was too long. I took this as a sign to go spend a few bucks (and not use my reward points) and go to Joffrey’s Coffee. I stood in the relatively short line and browsed on my phone. The barista calls for next in line, me. I order my black iced coffee with three shots of hazelnut. I go to pull my credit card out but the barista stops me, “the gentlemen ahead of you paid.” I scrunched my brow in confusion. I looked behind me and there was a family behind me. “I’ll pay for theirs then,” I stated, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and giving it to the barista. She smiled and points to the pick up side. I walk over and turn to my phone once again.

“Did you just pay for their drinks?” I heard a mama voice come up beside me. I’m a rather shy person, and I would feel awkward looking up just to say yes. So I just nod, “paying it forward. Someone paid for mine.” The barista called out two names, one of them being mine because my order was so simple. I walked up to the window and grabbed my coffee. “They were a family you are one person. The point was for me to pay for the pretty woman’s coffee so she didn’t have to pay anything,” the voice continued at the window and followed me off to the side. “Well thank you-“ I started but stopped as my eyes wandered up to his face. Dark curls, ice blue almost green eyes, and chiseled jawline. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and black cargo type shorts. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “I appreciate the coffee,” I finished, starting to walk away so that he didn’t feel like I was lingering like a fan.

He followed, “don’t thank me. I caused you to pay double. You have a good heart.” I shrugged and sipped my coffee, “it’s just what’s right. I hope you enjoy your day at epcot!” I began to walk again but he followed, “I didn’t catch your name.” I decided then to stop walking away, as he was the one approaching me I already didn’t seem like a crazy fan. “I’m Delilah,” I answer with a smile. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes so I look at his thick eyebrows. He smiled, “I’m Timothée. If you’re busy or in a hurry I get it.” He hinted at the fact I was walking away twice. I felt a blushing smile creep up and I suppressed it quickly, “Im not. I just didn’t want to be a bother.” He smiled down at me and shook his head, “you’re not a bother I mean, I’m the one that is talking to you.”

I look over at the group of guys he was with as they laughed at something the other had said. I turned back to Timothée, “looks like your friends are ready to get a move on.” Timothée shrugged, “they can wait. I’m talking to you. Speaking of though, do you maybe want to join us? We have one of those tour guides.” I raise my brows in shock, “you met me in line like 10 minutes ago and you want me to join your vip tour?” He shrugged, “yeah. I do. You seem pretty. Pretty cool.” I shook my head and looked him up and down, “is this the same line you give all the girls at NYU and Coachella?” He threw his hands up in defense, a smile creeping up on his face. He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, “touché. So you are a fan because you know all of this. No I haven’t used any lines. Most of the time they throw themselves at me. You’re different. I have to find out what it is.”

I rolled my eyes, “I am a fan yes but you don’t have to be to know all of that information. Plus, I never said I wasn’t a fan. I just didn’t freak out like you’d expect me to. I don’t get Star struck.” He laughed and nodded, “okay touché again. So, is that a yes?” I nod once and follow him to his group. His friends looked at us as we walked up. Timothee was quick to introduce everyone. His friend Jake had come along with two of Jakes friends, timothee had just met them a week prior. They all politely waved as he introduced me. “Actually Timmy, we really don’t need the VIP thing today. Do you mind if we take off?” Jake and Timothée shared a look that I couldn’t put my finger in exactly what it meant. Timothée nods and does a handshake with the guys before they walk off. “I guess it’s just us,” he rubbed the back of his neck turning to me.

“That looked planned,” I laughed, looking at the VIP tour guide woman, who nodded along with me. “It wasn’t. I swear,” Timothée laughed. “Well then it’s shitty for your friends to just ditch you,” I retort. He shrugged, “we’ve been together all week. I’ll be fine.”

The tour woman, a short woman with curly blonde hair in a perfect pony tail, introduced herself to me and we started the day. “So, where are we off to first?” She asked with a smile. Timothée looked to me, “where to?” I motioned towards spaceship earth. We got a quick backstage tour and were brought to the front of the line. “So where are you visiting from?” He asked as we climbed into our seat. “I actually live here. I’m the parks one of many media managers,” I answered, placing my bag between my feet. The ride started and after a few “what if the animatronics were alive” jokes, the ride came to an end. We met up with the tour guide at the exit and began walking to test track.

“So basically you help run the commercials and social media posts. That’s cool!” He exclaimed after I told him the details of my job. “Yeah. How about you? I mean where are you visiting from? You have a ton of movies coming out next year I thought you’d be too busy to come here,” I questioned, looking up at him as we walk. He laughed, “I do. Some of them were filmed a year or two ago. I just finished one and about to start filming for dune part two in about a week from today. I’m not a Disney person or theme park but Tyler convinced me to tag along with him and his friends. I actually have been having a lot of fun.” I felt my phone sound off a text tone and checked it quickly. It was my best friend and neighbor.

Chey: hey I’ll be off at 5. I’ll meet you at figment at 6. I brought a change of clothes lol

Me: yeah sounds good!

“So Dune part 2, that’s filmed in the same place Star Wars was over in Jordan right?” I ask, putting my phone in my pocket. He nods and shakes his hand, “kind of. The first one was. We are doing some scenes there but the rest will be in LA using a green screen. We will probably spend a week total in Jordan if we do everything right.” I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of the harsh environment. We were lead through the building, Maria, our tour guide, answering questions we had along the way. Then we rode the ride. Timothée didn’t trust me when I said for him to hold onto the hat he had put on before the ride, so he had to use quick reflexes to catch it when the car sped up.

The heat had picked up a bit as we walked outside of the building. The summer heat I was used to, but Timothée was not. “Is there somewhere we can get a cold drink?” He asked Sarah. She smiled nodding, “any water, pretzels, Mickey ice cream and popcorn are complimentary to your VIP. I can take you to a stand.” She began walking us towards the world showcase. Right before where the paths split, there was a stand selling waters with the ice cream bars and a pretzel warmer to the side. The cast member smiled widely as we walked up, she must recognize Timothée because it wasn’t a normal customer service smile, even for Disney. She remained professional and gave us water and a pretzel that we agreed to share because it was large and we hadn’t even gotten to world showcase yet.

“Which way do you like to go?” Sarah asked me. I laughed, “is there any other right answer? Mexico of course.” She smiled nodding, “correct.” We began walking to the Mexico pavillion. “They have a margarita stand?” Timothée asked, downing his water and throwing it away. “Want one?” He asked, heading towards the line. I raised a brow, “trying to get me drunk, chalamet?” He laughed, “totally. No.” I laughed, nudging his arm, “yeah but I’m paying.” He shook his head, “I was supposed to pay for your coffee. This I got.” I shrugged, “we will see.” As we ordered and the cashier told us the price, I double clicked my watch to pull up the Apple wallet and pressed it to the card reader quickly. “No receipt thanks,” I smiled and wait for our drinks. “Not fair. That was too quick! I owe you lunch now,” he argued. I shook my head, “no. How’s the lemon?” I sipped my lime margarita.

We decided to look out at the showcase while we drank the drinks and talked. We got to know each other quite well, asking random quick questions. “So, are you not worried about someone snapping a photo of us and getting the wrong idea?” I asked as we stepped onto the boat ride. He scrunched his brows, “and what would be the ‘wrong idea’?“ He put air quotes around the last two words. As the ride began moving, I couldn’t help but notice his arm resting behind me on the long seat. Coincidental, him just getting comfortable for a soothing ride. “I just mean, you know how people are. They see someone famous in public, like Disney, with someone of the opposite sex and next thing you know the headline of Deuxmoi is ‘Timothée chalamet and mystery nobody on a Disney date’ or something,” I laughed. He furrowed his brows at me as the ride started moving, “why would that be a bad thing?” I placed a finger to my lips to shush him so people around us could enjoy the ride without us talking.

“I don’t have that many fans. I doubt there are even two here. If you’re so worried,” he mentioned as we exit the attraction. I shrugged, “I’m not worried but I mean, you’re you. You don’t need any more nasty rumors. Especially after the chlamydia rumors.” He shook his head, “I’m going to be straight with you, I’m not the best when it comes to reputation. I’m all cleared up from that stuff. But I don’t have the best… past. Most rumors you hear about me are true. Honestly it’s not as many people as the rumors say though. It was like 10 girls at NYU and three at Coachella. I just, I feel like I need to be honest with you.” I raised my brows and looked at him, “I appreciate the honesty. I’m not one to judge because I have a past of my own of similar instances.” It was true. He was brave for sharing this with someone he had just met, so if he trusted me, I could trust him.

We walked over to norway next. “This is your ancestors territory. Let’s try a treat.” He walked over to the bakery line, Sarah following us laughing. “It like a small percent of my ancestry but I’ll never say no to a treat,” I laughed. The line was rather long so we talked about our families to pass the time. His sister is an actress as well and I’ve even been watching her HBO show without even knowing it was his sister, but now that I know, the resemblance is uncanny. He learned that I came from a not so great background. Raising my brothers while homeless and taking care of my drug addicted parents. His dad is from France, I already knew, and his mom was a dancer. He had a pretty privileged childhood. His exs all were daughters of celebrities and most of his friends grew up like him. I already knew this would be a struggle in our friendship if it continues outside of this day.

“One Kringla and two Viking coffees,” Timothée ordered. I clicked my watch but he knew this time. He gripped my wrist, and despite him being honey, he was strong. He used his other hand to fish out his wallet from his pocket and give over his credit card. When she gave him the receipt, he released my wrist. “Unfair!” I exclaimed, smacking his shoulder. He shook his head with a smirk, “I don’t want to hear anything about unfair from you when you pulled the stunt at the margarita stand.” I made a mental note to pay for something else later as the cast member gave us our drinks and chocolate topped kringla. Sarah led us to a corner of Norway pavillion that wasn’t too populated so that we could enjoy our stuff in peace.

“I didn’t know these were alcoholic I’m so sorry. Please don’t think I’m trying anything,” Timothée attested the minute he took a drink of the Viking coffee. The look in his face was worry and embarrassment combined. I laughed, “I knew. That doesn’t mean I’m trying anything either, though. I just like this drink.” We shared some of the kringla and finished our drinks. As I went to throw away our cups, I pulled Sarah to the side. “Think we could get him to meet a princess?” I laughed. She looked back at an unsuspecting Timothée and turned back to me, “totally. I got this.” She waited for him to walk over from washing his hands and smiled, “so we are going to get in line for my personal favorite attraction here in Norway. I’ll make it a surprise though.” She lead us over to where Anna and Elsa were meeting. As VIP we were able to skip the line. When Timothée spotted the photo ops he laughed. “Alright good one guys,” he laughed towards us and waved at the women. They were graciously talking to him about Olaf and then snapped a photo. He insisted I get in a photo with him at least once. “This next attraction is an actual attraction,” Sarah laughed pointing to the frozen ride line.

“So, if you like roller coasters, you’ll have to go to universal at some point. Don’t tell my bosses this but I prefer universal over Disney,” I laughed as we sat down in Germany for lunch. Timothée nodded, “okay. I’ll make a call to my agent and see if I have time this trip. To extend my trip. Only if, you can get off work for the next few days.” I raised my brows, “are you sure you want to spend so much time with me? You did just meet me. I am a handful of annoyance at times.” He laughed shaking his head, “so far you’re not annoying. I’ll take my chances.” The waiter came over and took our orders.

“So what hotel are you staying at?” I asked as we made our way to the France pavilion. “Grand Floridian,” he responded. I raised my brows in shock, “small world. I’m staying there too.” He scrunched his face in confusion, “I thought you lived here?” I nodded. Not everyone understands Disney or Theme Park culture. We like staying in the hotels on occasion so we get the vacation feeling. “It’s a staycation. It’s a theme park adult thing. It’s like treating ourselves. I’m only staying until the morning though,” I answered as we stepped into France. “Look your people,” I teased nudging him. He laughed, “guess I should start speaking French, right? But I too am only staying until the morning. Speaking of-“ he turned to Sarah and she brought us to a quiet area. He pulled out his phone and started speaking to someone. He walked far enough away from us that I couldn’t hear him.

“So my agent says I have time to push back a few more days so she’s changing my flight as we speak,” he stated as he returned. I felt a twinge of excitement creep upon my face. “So, what hotels are good at universal?” He asked, pulling out his phone. We found a bench to sit at in the middle of the pavilion. “Portifino. It’s their top deluxe resort. It’s my favorite. I have a passholder discount you can use there too if you want. You get express passes when you stay, but I don’t think you’ll need it because they’ll want someone to escort you around,” I respond, taking his phone and typing in the website. “Okay cool, no need for tour discount but help me book it miss expert,” he states, getting close enough on the bench to rest his head on my shoulder to look at his phone. I felt butterflies in my stomach and tried hard to ignore them. I’ve seen interviews, he does this with all of his friends.

“No get two rooms or two beds. Two beds,” he states as I clicked onto a single bed room. I remembered he brought his friend, “oh yeah I forgot about Jake and his buddies.” He shook his head at me, “I texted them to see if they wanted to stay but they have things to do in New York tomorrow when they get back. I figured if express passes or whatever you should have the opportunity to have that too so that you’re not waiting in line while I’m already done with the rides.” I shook my head, “I have express after four. Plus, you’ll have a VIP guide. You’ll be able to do things before I get there anyways.” He shook his head again, “no offense to Sarah, but I don’t want to do a VIP tour around the parks. I want to enjoy genuine time with… the parks. Go through the queues, you know? So book a room. Stay there with me. This way you don’t have to drive to the park every day.” I shook my head at him, “it’s okay. Seriously.”

“Just get a second room. I know sharing a room might be weird for you,” he argued. “It’s not that. Two beds is fine but I’m paying for food from here on out,” I gave in. I clicked on the two bed room and pulled my wallet out from my bag. I was giving the passholder discount regardless if he liked it or not. I allowed him to place his credit card information and the hotel was booked. We then rode the Ratatouille ride and move on to The UK for some fish and chips as a snack.

“So we are heading over figment after this right?” I asked Sarah. She nodded. It was perfect timing. “I was supposed to meet my best friend after she gets off work. That’s in ten minutes. She texted that she’s on her way to figment actually. I’ll see you around,” I waved as we reached the ride while I explained. Timothée grabbed my wrist and dropped it quickly, “she can join us.” I shook my head, “I wouldn’t want to impose. Or make you feel like a third wheel.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He handed it to me, “put your number in so I know you’re not bailing on me tomorrow. Maybe we can all meet up for drinks tonight even. Since we are staying at the same hotel anyways.” after typing my number into his phone, handing it back to him, I walked away, “maybe.”

Cheyenne was sitting in front of the building for figment, standing up when she saw me. “Who was that?” She asked immediately. I turned to glance at Timothée who was standing in the distance on the phone, “you won’t believe me if I told you. Let’s go journey our imagination.” I walked into the ride queue. “Who was it? Here I was thinking you were alone most of the day which is why I came after my busy work day. Then I find you walking around with a mystery man rich enough for a VIP guide?” She smacked my arm. I shrugged, “maybe you’ll see later. For now I’d like to keep the mystery. You were able to get into the room okay?” She nods once, “I have to be up early for work tomorrow so it’s nice being able to just take the monorail versus driving through Orlando traffic. My boss let me park my car in cast member parking overnight.” I shrugged, “you never have to thank me.”

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When we got back to the hotel, it was about eight in the evening. We only stayed in the park for two hours after figment and got dinner. We walked through the grounds to our building and then to our room. I let cheyenne have the shower first, which she went for the minute we walked through the door. I lay on the bed and check my phone. Timothée had texted me almost half an hour ago.

Unknown: the guys and I are heading to trader sams I think it’s called. It’s over at a different resort. If you two want to come we would love that.

Me: cheyenne has work in the morning.

Unknown: oh okay! You guys don’t have to drink. If you want just come hang out!

Me: I’ll see you tomorrow

I saved his number in my phone and rolled over to turn the tv on. I watched an episode of supernatural that was on tv before cheyenne was out of the shower. I took a quick shower and returned to bed. “So who is Timothée. Is he the guy you were hanging out with? I love that your phone autocorrects that name to be like Timothée chalamet. You talk about that guy too much if you’re phones doing that,” cheyenne tossed me my phone. I threw my pillow at her, “don’t snoop! But yeah… so he is Timothée Chalamet.” She went into a laughing fit, “yeah. Right. Funny joke. Seriously though who was that? They want us to go meet up with them but you turned them down.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I told you earlier you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She pushed herself off the bed, rummaging through her backpack. I asked what she was doing as she began to change back out of pajamas. “Well I don’t believe you. So, if it is Timothée chalamet, you won’t try to stop me going to find proof at trader sams,” she answered. She threw me my shorts and a t-shirt from my suitcase. “I already took my makeup off. You have work in the morning,” I argued. She rolled her eyes, “I knew it wasn’t Timothée.” I shrugged and scrolled through my Disney app. I went to my photo pass section and waved her over. She sat next to me on the bed. I scrolled through the Anna and Elsa photos along with the ride photos that all automatically get saved into the app.

Her eyes widened and she smacked my arm causing a large stinging sensation, “you’re telling me you’ve been hanging out with Timothée chalamet all day and you didn’t think to tell me about it? And you rejected him for drinks? Was he an asshole?” I shook my head. She failed to think that if he was an asshole I wouldn’t have stayed with him all day, but this was crazy news so her thoughts were clouded. “I am genuinely tired. You have work and we already got un-ready for the day. Plus, I’m spending a two more days with him at universal,” I let out as she began putting her pajamas back on. “So that’s why you texted him that you’ll see him tomorrow,” she realized, sitting back down on the bed. “Yes. Now, let’s go to bed. I’ll tell you all about it when we wake up,” I rolled over and turned off the lights, not giving her time to argue.

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Reactions to The Last Olympian. Spoilers under the cut. And warning: long-ass post ahead.

EDIT: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Yay, Rachel’s back! I like that Percy is able to have a mortal friend.

Paul is cool.

Look, I love Rachel, but why does there have to be a goddamn love triangle? Percy likes Annabeth, Annabeth likes Percy, you’ve already put the work into making me like them and we all know they’re going to be endgame, so why does there have to be so much fucking romantic drama? Can’t Percy and Rachel just be friends without the weird romantic tension? This whole plot is busy enough on its own without you trying to shove something else in at the last minute just because you’re bored, RICK.

Wow, Percy really doesn’t get to have any downtime, does he? My boy’s really on “save the world o’clock” time at all times.

Yay, Beckendorf! I love you!

OH MY GOD AND HE’S ACTUALLY DATING SILENA???!!!! Oh, that makes me so happy!! I love that my little background crackship is actually canon! And the fact that they were apparently Camp Half-Blood’s “yeah, we know” ship is hilarious and I love life right now.

Ooh, bombs.

Wait. No. No no no no no no no stop

FUCKING STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!

WHY?!?!? WHY DID BECKENDORF HAVE TO DIE?!? RICK!!! WHY??!!! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME

I can’t even be happy that Tyson is here, I’m already so fucking depressed and it’s your fault, Rick.

Oh, hey, Triton. Which, fun fact, since Triton is Ariel’s father in the Disney movie, this means that (in the Disney canon at least) Hercules and Ariel are canonically cousins. So, hypothetically speaking, Percy would be related to the Disney princess Ariel, which you can’t convince me he doesn’t brag and joke about all the time.

“[Poseidon] had told me that I would know when to ‘spend [the sand dollar],’ but so far I hadn’t figured out what he meant. All I knew was that it didn’t fit the vending machines in the school cafeteria.” I love that the implication behind this is that Percy actually tried. He took this mysterious magic sand dollar that the god of the sea gave him and told him to spend wisely and wait for the right time to use it, and one day while he was at school, this fucking mad lad child decided to just cram it in the vending machine just to see what would happen. Percy is amazing and if you don’t love him, you’re wrong.

“Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I’ll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It’s not that she tried to look good… Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head.” Actually screaming.

Clarisse’s friendship with Silena makes me so fucking happy. Clarisse is softer than she wants people to know and I love that about her. She’s so gentle with the people she loves and I’m here for it.

“Chiron and Annabeth exchanged looks, like they knew something that I didn’t. I hated when they did that.” Understandable. It happens a lot.

Oh, I recognize the name Chrysaor. Such a random reference, I love it.

JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE EACH OTHER YOU FRUITCAKES

“We headed downstairs to join the others. I didn’t know it then, but it would be the last time I ever visited the attic.” You know, Percy says something along these lines in every one of the books leading up to this one, and you’d think that I would learn to stop freaking out every time we get one of these lines, but you’d be wrong. Still getting anticipatory nausea and anxiety.

"The mountain tore itself apart, collapsing inward, and an enormous form rose out of the smoke and lava like it was emerging from a manhole." Typhon?!?!?! Do we have to deal with Typhon now too?!

Well shit, I guess we have to deal with Typhon now. Yeah, okay, sure, I don’t mind or anything.

“As far as I could tell, Rachel’s only rule about music was that no two songs on her i-Pod could sound the same, and they all had to be strange.” Hey, Rachel and I have the same music library.

Wait, so Rachel’s getting future vision dreams now too? But she’s not a half-blood, right? I thought only demi-gods got prophetic dreams.

Where the hell is Nico? What has he been doing this whole time? Just chilling in hell with dead people? And what even is his plan and why is it bad?

I think Silena is my new favorite character. Eating chocolates she doesn’t even like to try and cheer herself up is so horribly sad and depressingly relatable.

Percabeth!

“I shuffled uneasily and pretended to go through some more reports. Technically, even on inspection, it was against the rules for two campers to be… like, alone in a cabin.” I see what you’re implying, Rick, and I’m laughing.

“And I know some of you might be thinking, Aren’t all demigods related on the godly side, and doesn’t that make dating gross? But the thing is, the godly side of your family doesn’t count, genetically speaking, since gods don’t have DNA. A demigod would never think about dating someone who had the same godly parent. Like two kids from Athena cabin? No way. But a daughter of Aphrodite and a son of Hephaestus? They’re not related. So it’s no problem.” This is exactly how I predicted half-blood dating works, and it absolutely did not need to be addressed, but I kind of love that it was. It’s probably only funny to me because I was talking to my friend about this exact topic during school, and I made a “god incest chart” on a whiteboard so I could figure out if Percabeth would be considered incest. We eventually decided no, but still. My other non-pjo fanatic friends definitely started to question my sanity after that.

OH MY GOD! Is something gonna happen?! Are they finally going to confess?! Please, God, just give me this!

FUCKING GODDAMMIT, RICK!!! YOU CAN’T KEEP BLUE-BALLING ME LIKE THIS OR I’M GONNA RIP YOUR HAIR OUT

Oh, yeah, where the hell is Grover?

Wow, Annabeth really going for the throat here.

Aww, giant hell puppy

Nico!

Aww, of course Nico is sweet with the hell puppy

“Leneus’s knees started knocking. ‘I… I won’t answer questions with this hellhound sniffing my tail!’ Nico looked like he was trying not to crack up. ‘I’ll walk the dog,’ he volunteered. He whistled, and Mrs. O’Leary bounded after him to the far end of the grove.” I love this child. This child is my spirit animal.

Aww, Nico likes Juniper. That’s kind of adorable.

“[Nico’s] cold creepy smile made me sorry I’d agreed.” Have I mentioned I love this child?

Okay, shadow travel is the coolest thing ever, and definitely one of the coolest powers you could give to a child of Hades.

Everything with Luke’s mom… Oh, that’s horrible. I can’t imagine having to come to the realization that your own parent isn’t entirely there, especially at so young.

Little girl… not a monster… and something to do with fire… Shit, I got nothing.

HESTIA! Goddammit… I should’ve known that one.

I like that Percy refers to both Paul and Sally as his parents.

I really like Paul. I love it when step-parents are portrayed in a positive light, ‘cause I’ve got a step-dad too, and he’s more of a dad to me and my brother than my biological father.

Percy telling Sally that his signal to let her know he’s alright will be blue just about broke me. Fuck.

Orpheus!

The black figure Grover saw—I know him. Hypnos, the god of dreams. He’s a twin brother to Thanatos, the god of death. I think in some versions, Hypnos is actually female, but most people seem to agree that Hypnos is a male deity.

MOTHERFUCKER! Okay, so not Hypnos. Morpheus. I guess that makes more sense. *one google search later* Okay, I was kind of right. Morpheus is the son of Hypnos, and while Hypnos is the personification of sleep, Morpheus is the god of dreams and also has the ability to put people to sleep like Hypnos. Close, but no cigar sadly.

Nico! Why would you trick Percy?? If you just told Percy that Hades wanted to talk to him, he probably would’ve agreed, you didn’t have to lie to him.

PERSEPHONE!!!!!! And Demeter!

Demeter being a massive bitch about Persephone choosing to marry Hades is so on-brand and perfect. And that line about marrying the god of lawyers or doctors—oh my God this book is amazing.

Can we have an entire book about Hades and Persephone, please? This entire scene with all three of them is golden.

Why does Hades suck? Why did you do this to me? I had faith in you, Rick.

WHY IS PERSEPHONE SO INDIFFERENT TO ALL OF THIS?!?!??!!

ACHILLES!!!!! Wait, isn’t Achilles supposed to be blond?

Is it a coincidence that one of Greece’s most famous gay icons now stands before Nico di Angelo?

ANNABETH IS PERCY’S LIFELINE!!!! HIS TETHER, THE THING THAT KEEPS HIM HUMAN!!!!!! ToT DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY GLASS I CAN EAT

Holy fucking shit…… River Styx magic doesn’t fuck around.

Percy going on a murder rampage and nearly stabbing the god of the underworld because they threatened his dog is honestly such a mood.

*GASP* Baby Annabeth!

“The god looked at Annabeth, who was doing her big-pleading-gray-eyes thing.” The fact that Annabeth leverages puppy-dog eyes is hilarious, and the fact that Percy is so familiar with it by now implies that she’s done it on him before and that it apparently works! Oh my God, I love these children.

Also, Athena being an overprotective mother who doesn’t approve of Percy is just… Have I mentioned I love this book?

“‘This is a huge spell,’ Silena Beauregard said. ‘The bigger the spell, the easier it is to resist. If you want to sleep millions of mortals, you’ve got to cast a very thin layer of magic. Sleeping demigods is much harder.’” Yeah, that makes sense. Since the spell is bigger and spread across a greater number of people, it’s less concentrated than it would be if you wanted to just knock out two or three people.

The Hermes Cabin is just an army of Weasleys. (PJO Harry Potter au where the Weasleys are all children of Hermes and Harry is a son of Zeus when?)

“‘I’ll go with Percy,’ [Annabeth] said. ‘Then we’ll join you, or we’ll go wherever we’re needed.’ Somebody in the back of the group said, ‘No detours, you two.’ There were some giggles, but I decided to let it pass.” Everyone knows Percy and Annabeth are completely obsessed with each other.

“The girl in the lead had spiky black hair and a black leather jacket. She wore a silver circlet on her head like a princess’s tiara, which didn’t match her skull earrings or her Death to Barbie T-shirt showing a little Barbie doll with an arrow through its head.” Have I mentioned that I love Thalia? Goth-punk icon for the generations.

This is so fucking epic. I love the fast-paced battle planning stuff.

Michael Yew has a brother named Austin. I have a brother named Austin.

Percabeth. There’s that light-hearted snarky banter I’ve been craving.

Oh, yeah, since Percy’s fighting the Minotaur right now, I figured I’d make a reminder here that I forgot to write down in my first reaction post to the Lightning Thief. In the original mythology, the Minotaur was killed by Theseus, who was also, coincidentally, a son of Poseidon, so Percy slaying the Minotaur is kind of like a mirror to the original myth, even though he’s named after Perseus. But also I thought this was a good time to remind everybody that the Minotaur’s mother Pasiphae had sex with the Cretan Bull, an actual animal. Which, fun fact, is because Poseidon arranged for Aphrodite to put a spell on Pasiphae to make her fall in love with the bull. Kind of awkward that the Minotaur is technically Poseidon’s fault, and now Percy is the one that has to deal with the consequences.

“Tied around the base of each blade were lots of bead necklaces. I realized they were Camp Half-Blood beads—necklaces taken from defeated demigods.” Holy shit, that is dark. We’re really going there, huh, Rick?

Percy is a first-class badass.

Having all the monsters disintegrate when they die is a pretty clever way to avoid having to show actual blood and gore.

ANNABETH!!!!!!!!!!

“‘Percy?’ Silena Beauregard sounded like she’d been crying. ‘Plaza Hotel. You’d better come quickly and bring a healer from Apollo’s cabin. It’s… it’s Annabeth.’” NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO DO NOT DO THIS TO ME!! I SWEAR TO FUCK IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ANNABETH I’M GOING TO SET MY HOUSE ON FIRE

“‘Get back!’ I slashed the air in a wide arc, driving the rest of the demigods away from Annabeth. ‘No one touches her!’” This. All of this.

Will Solace. I found the other gay one, but I can’t even be excited about that because ANNABETH IS PROBABLY GOING TO FUCKING DIE

Even when Annabeth has actual poison in her system, she cannot resist the opportunity to tease Percy for being worried about her. I’m deeply upset, but I still love them as a couple.

This entire scene is everything. Annabeth touching Percy’s weak spot—this is easily the most romantic thing I have ever read, and I read fanfiction for a hobby.

Okay, someone really needs to find this spy because they are wreaking shit and hard

I have no idea who the spy could even be. My first thought was Silena because of how prominent a character she is, but not only does that not make sense, but that would also be a fucking horrible idea. I don’t need to hurt anymore than I already do right now.

Wow. Holy shit, Nico’s life is a fucking tragedy. This child needs all the therapy after this. I’m not thrilled with this portrayal of Persephone, but it is what it is and it is fucking depressing.

What is going on with Rachel? She knows Greek now?? What is happening???

Oh, hey, Prometheus

*after learning about Luke's backstory* I can smell the redemption arc.

I feel I should mention that in the original myth, Pandora was the first woman and was created by Zeus specifically to make men's lives harder as punishment for Prometheus giving man fire, because Ancient Greece was sexist as all fuck.

HOLY SHIT!!! Percy is a first-class badass!!

Okay, so, Hyperion getting absorbed into a tree is prime nightmare fuel.

(Also, I was listening to We Will Rock You as I read this scene, which I feel is pretty apt.)

"'Yeah, baby!' a voice wailed. 'PARTY!'" Ah, I see the centaurs have joined the chat.

"The last part was because a panicked Hyperborean giant stumbled backward and sat on top of him. The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt." Only in Percy Jackson can you expect to read a sentence like this.

I love Dionysus being weirdly invested in Pac-Man of all things. That entire conversation between him and Percy in the bar was absolutely hysterical. Percy is such a snarky little shit and I love any interaction between him and Dionysus. It’s like watching two smart-asses trying to out-roast the other.

Sally and Paul!

Oh, no. Oh, this fucking hurts.

That fucking jar! Goddammit!

Rachel!

Annabeth, stop acting like Rachel isn’t already your friend now too. We established that last book, remember? You guys are nerd friends now.

YAS, ANNABETH! Girl held onto the outside of a crashing helicopter, and after pulling herself in, somehow managed to make sense of the controls and not only stopped the helicopter from crashing into a building, but also pulled it out of the fall to turn in a circle and hover before landing it on a New York highway with other people nearby without hitting anything or hurting anyone else. And she did all of this while the helicopter was literally seconds from crashing. Also also, technically only hours after she was stabbed in the shoulder with a knife coated in poison. *slow clap* BAMF Annabeth Chase, everyone.

“Rachel plopped down on the curb and put her head in her hands. ‘I’m sorry, Percy. I didn’t mean to… I always mess things up.’ It was kind of hard to argue with her, though I was glad she was safe.” Jesus Christ, Percy. Annabeth’s abandonment issues and poor socialization skills are not Rachel’s fault. But I guess she did just fly headfirst into a literal warzone, so I guess Annabeth’s reaction is a bit more understandable.

“I looked in the direction Annabeth had gone, but she’d disappeared into the crowd. I couldn’t believe what she’d just done—saved Rachel’s life, landed a helicopter, and walked away like it was no big deal.” Yup. You picked a good one, Percy.

"'Everybody keeps telling me to sleep,' I grumbled. 'I don't need sleep.' Chiron managed a smile. 'Have you looked at yourself recently, Percy?'" Yeah, for real, when's the last time any of these kids slept?

"You can't just abandon your family because they did something horrible." Um. Yes. Yes, you absolutely can. The abuse victim says you can. (It's me, I'm the abuse victims, and I give you full permission to tell your family to go fuck themselves if they've ever done anything horrible to you.)

I get what the message is intended to be, and what Nico's trying to say: wanting revenge is a valid feeling to have, but holding grudges and holding onto that pain and fury will not actually make you feel any better. And by refusing to help the Olympians in the fight against Kronos, not only is Hades ultimately destroying himself, but he's also inadvertently aiding in the destruction of everyone else. Zeus is really the only one that deserves Hades's revenge, but at this point Hades isn't just hurting Zeus, he's hurting everyone, and when you cross the line of hurting innocent people in your quest to hurt the one that's actually guilty, your desire and quest for revenge is no longer justified. And if you've reached the point of hurting innocent people for no other reason than to make yourself feel better, then you really are no better than the person who hurt you in the first place. But none of this has anything to do with the so-called sanctity of "family".

We really need to find this fucking spy. They're running everything.

CLARISSE!!!!! YAY CLARISSE IS BACK!!!!!!

"Through her war helmet, I could only see her eyes—but I could tell something was wrong. Her blue eyes shone with fear. Clarisse never looked like that. And she didn't have blue eyes." Wait, what? What's going on????

"I looked down at the dying face of Silena Beauregard." WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!????!!! WHY?!!??!!!??? WHY DID SILENA HAVE TO DIE?!??!! HAS SHE NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY?!??!!!

"Silena opened her hand. In her palm was a silver bracelet with a scythe charm, the mark of Kronos." WHAT

This entire chapter is literally nothing but pain.

"Standing at the foot of Zeus's throne, looking up at the stars, was Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She was holding a Greek ceramic vase." Oh no.

"[Rachel] focused on me as if she were coming out of a dream. 'I found it. It's Pandora's jar, isn't it?'" OH NO

"Her eyes were brighter than usual, and I had a bad flashback of moldy sandwiches and burned cookies." OH FUCK

"I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. 'Hestia,' I said, 'I give this to you as an offering.' The goddess tilted her head. 'I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?' 'You're the last Olympian,' I said." Title drop! It's all coming together!

This is the hypest thing I have read in years.

Chiron! Please don't die, I am literally begging you.

NICO'S BACK!

Everyone here is a fucking badass

Paul just stabbed a monster with a sword, and Sally fucking shot another one! In stories like these with divine powers and weapons that begin and end with stabbing, you are not expecting someone to just pull out a fucking gun and shoot the thing. I love this book.

"'Thalia!' Grover cried. When the dust cleared and the mountain stopped rocking, we found her still alive, but her legs were pinned under the statue." Holy fucking shit!

"Annabeth wipes her tears away. 'There was a time I thought… well, I thought…' She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive." Love. Just love. It's beautiful and heartbreaking and I love these kids so much and I'm so glad they found each other.

"I turned and faced the Olympians. 'We need a shroud,' I announced, my voice cracking. 'A shroud for the son of Hermes.'" I mean…… What can I even say?

Percy's wish is everything.

OKAY, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO RACHEL?!??! Someone really needs to do something about this!

I love that Percy refers to Blackjack as his pegasus.

RAINBOW! <3

Oh! She has the gift of prophecy! Now that makes sense!

Wait. OH, FUCK!!

Okay, I'm glad Rachel is okay, but these fucking prophecies, man! We literally just got done with the Great Prophecy, but now there's another one we have to deal with?! Don't get me wrong, I'm still gonna read it and I'll probably love it, but still!

The moment when Percy and Annabeth finally get together is everything I ever hoped for, and it completely justifies every goddamn fake-out leading up to this point. I'm just so happy right now

That ending, man..... This book series is amazing. I'm so glad I was able to fall in love with it without knowing any significant spoilers. I cannot wait to read The Heroes of Olympus. Maybe I'll do a reaction series for that too.

#pjo #percy jackson the last olympian #the last olympian #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #rachel elizabeth dare #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #luke castellan #grover underwood #pjo kronos #nico di angelo #pjo hades #thalia grace

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