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taggedmemes · 4 years

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE WOMBATS / GLITTERBUG always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“It’s tough to stay objective, baby.”

“It’s a bulletproof offer and I can’t accept.”

“Now all my elephants are in the room.”

“We crave the fiction when we need the truth.”

“You need to find a different boy’s heart to chew.”

“All these emoticons and words try to make it better but they only make it worse.”

“It’s tough to feign indifference.”

“I’m spending all the money I have.”

“Trying to impress you is kinda driving me mad.”

“We crave attention in a room with a view.”

“Fail to make it better, their attempts just make it worse.”

“It’s everything I want, and nothing I can keep.”

“I want you literally.”

“I like it here so much, I might stay.”

“The edge of nowhere’s such a beautiful place.”

“I know that I like to let excess succeed.”

“I just need you in that fur coat with only my necklace on underneath.”

“I don’t care why this apartment’s always cold.”

“London can try, but it’ll never swallow me whole.”

“We could be gigantic, everything I need.”

“This could be worth the risk, worth the guarantee.”

“This could be the drug that doesn’t bite.”

“Just give me a try.”

“I know sometimes I lose the plot and I cause a scene.”

“What do you dream of on the west coast when my head is aching in GMT?”

“I’m shaving with your toothpaste.”

“The millisecond that you’re awake I get the loneliest feeling.”

“We’re smashing mics in karaoke bars.”

“You’re running late with half your makeup on.”

“This method acting might pay our bills.”

“I love this feeling.”

“I hate this part.”

“I wanted this to work so much.”

“My character’s strong but my head is loose.”

“She hits like ecstasy.”

“She comes up and bangs the sense out of me.”

“The tarot cards say it’s not so bad.”

“Darling, you’re the best.”

“Free up the cheaper seats, here comes a Greek tragedy.”

“Tonight we’ll both go MIA in different towns but in similar ways.”

“I’ve tried my best to forget.”

“I’ve tried my best to move along.”

“Kiss me with your fist, it’s alright.”

“Wrap your hands around my throat, I won’t mind.”

“I just wanna be your shadow.”

“Just one more uptempo tune.”

“Are you aware of what’s going on in my heart?”

“You’re such a violent high.”

“I’m such a loose cannon.”

“I just want to be the sum of your broken parts.”

“I just want to be your creature of the dark.”

“It’s war in here and I need you to take her out of my headspace.”

“Gonna drive up the ocean road until it runs out of gas.”

“I laugh and I joke but I’m hurt.”

“I’ll dance if they ask, but it’ll hurt.”

“I used to run until my knees gave way.”

“I used to wrestle bears and kiss poisonous snakes.”

“You put a war zone inside me.”

“Someone flick a light on, the dark just makes it worse.”

“I’m running out of options, and I’m lost for words.”

“I’m not acting my age here and I’m growing up too fast.”

“She wrapped her claws around me.”

“Why do I do this?”

“I dream in technicolor, but I live in black and white.”

“This is not a party, it’s a hurricane.”

“No on really cares, so let’s pretend we’re all okay.”

“I’ve lost all self control.”

“I dream of space and time and wake up in 2D.”

“You’re complicated.”

“Don’t lose sleep, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m just fishing for a moon in an artificial sea.”

“I don’t really care, and I’m never gonna change.”

“You said we’d never work, and said we weren’t the same.”

“Two tickets to the rabbit hole please.”

“Take when you want from me.”

“You make it feel as though I’ve won and the dullest parts my never come.”

“I’m much better when you’re ripping my life apart.”

“It must be the oxygenated air that keeps my confidence rising and keeps my mind without a care.”

“Do what you will to me.”

“Tell me, sweetheart, did they teach you all of this in a school?”

“I’m out of my depth.”

“Sometimes I like to go uptown where flashy people flash around.”

“It’s extortionate and I don’t care.”

“You can taste the pretense in the air.”

“I wonder what you’ll wear tonight.”

“The shiny black dress with the slit at the thigh?”

“Is this such fantasy that I should think someone like you could love a creep like me.”

“Your body is a weapon, love, and it makes me want to cry.”

“My body is a temple of doom.”

“Doomed not to be by your side.”

“I like my job when I do it well.”

“It’s freelance work and it pays like hell.”

“Who needs a friend when I’ve got you.”

“I don’t come here for the exclusivity.”

“I come here the minuscule chance of some close proximity, or an awkward conversation with you.”

“Someone protect me from the one I love.”

“Maybe it’s the English summer, or the atmosphere, but it’s got me seeing stars when I’m with you.”

“I’m dripping over your every single move.”

“There’s an animal inside of me and he’s feeding off every word you say.”

“He coerces me into a world where romance is just a game.”

“This awkward feeling is getting in the way.”

“On paper, I’m way too soft a touch for you.”

“Another magical Friday night.”

“I think I’ll sit this one at home.”

“Unusual for me, I know, but please go ahead.”

“I don’t want to be the blinking rabbit to your wildebeest, the jaded lover to your sex machine.”

“Give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards.”

“Lock the door if you’re home before the sun.”

“Does he kiss you till your lips explode?”

“Does he take you places I can’t afford to go?”

“I know behind that sugar there’s only lies.”

“I wonder what state you’re in?”

“Are you in the powder or in the gin?”

“This one’s ending bad.”

“If you bring him home, can you use the spare bedroom?”

“That’s alright, that’s okay.”

“I can play that game.”

“It’s all good with me if I know it’s all good with you.”

“Getting lost in the middle of the in between is only half as frightening as it first may seem.”

“Do whatever you must, love, do whatever it must take.”

“There is no greater sight than you in your underwear.”

“I’ve never felt this good.”

“There’s not a newsflash that could deflate my mood.”

“I recognize the decor, I’ve been here before.”

“I can’t keep keeping up with these curveballs.”

“The more I try, the more my back’s against the wall.”

“I tend to focus on the past and not the now.”

“I’ll be over this soon.”

“Some images adhere like super glue.”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“With low hope and little charm, I squeeze a little lime into a massive rum.”

“You were my fuse box, you controlled my mood.”

“What bliss it was to have nothing to prove.”

“All I really needed was sex and question marks.”

“Life was euphoric when we didn’t know much.”

“Now I’m a ghost and you’ve lost your spark.”

“What happened to us?”

“We hogged a cigarette and over-thought where it went to wrong.”

“You were my Swiss watch, we made our moves on cue.”

“What bliss it was to have something to lose.”

“I’ve got the cash if you’ve got the hugs.”

“It’s been a rough week, it’s been an unproductive month.”

“I swapped contact with reality for a country house.”

“Don’t you get bored of them giving you nothing?”

“I only press pause when you press play in my stomach.”

“How can you waltz through my bloodstream and then never call?”

“You’re my work of modern art.”

“I’ll take the punch if you’ll sell the kick.”

“It’s been awhile since we tripped the light.”

“I’m tired of deciphering the senile fax machine.”

“Like a funeral needs an audience, and like a skeptic needs a church, it’s not fun unless it hurts.”

#rp meme #lyric meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #starter sentences #KIND / SENTENCE.#KIND / IN CHARACTER.#BASED ON / LYRICS.

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frangipanidownunder · 5 years

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Returning the Past: part 1

Okay, so after more than a year of working on this beast, I am finally going to post what has become known as my ‘Aussie casefile’. (Hey @lepus-arcticus and @baronessblixen - remember this?)

This started as an idea for a multi-chap fic set downunder by way of an explanation for that rowboat scene in IWTB. In this universe, M&S are newlyweds.

This is ten chapters of nonsense, but written with love. I’ll post a couple of chapters a week and most of it will be under a cut because, you know, words.

Disclaimer: I am a fake Aussie. I have never been to the Daintree. But I am not a fake fiction writer - I made a lot of this stuff up...

Chapter One

There was a long stretch of white sand, the whitest she’d ever seen and where the ocean met it, blues and greens swirled in a tortoiseshell pattern. The row of trees bordering the beach was low, gnarly and the darkest green. A mint-fresh smell rose on the hot, light breeze. She could imagine the warm water dragging sand between her toes, the wind whipping her sarong around her legs, her hair across her face, the sun dappling her body. She closed her eyes and breathed in, long and slow. When she opened them again, the perfect view was still there.

But Mulder wanted to go monster-hunting and he was practically out the door before they’d even unpacked.

“Come on Scully, the Tasmanian tiger has been spotted in these parts on numerous occasions.”

“And no doubt always by men who’d drunk too much of the local amber nectar. Thylacines have been extinct since 1936, Mulder. At the hands of man. And we’re 2000 miles from Tasmania. The Great Barrier reef is not, and has never been, the natural habitat of the Tasmanian tiger. And Romero Sands is an ‘exclusive honeymoon retreat offering the most private of accommodation’ , not a magical, mystery tour.” She turned to face him. “Besides, I want to do the tree top walk and the island tour. And there are those little row boats you can hire.”

He grinned. “I know, I know. And we will do all those things, I promise. But please come tiger hunting with me first. Please.”

She looked back at the beach, sun glinting off the turquoise water before turning to Mulder, decked out in camouflage gear and binoculars and not for the first time wondered what the fuck she was doing.

They drove into the depths of the rainforest, following the nasal directions of the GPS. Towering ferns at the roadside cast crazy patterns the road, the tree canopy so tall that the highest branches looked like witches fingers scraping the blue sky. Even in the air conditioning, her sunglasses slipped down her nose.

“There’s a lot of paranormal activity downunder, Scully.”

She looked at his lap and smiled. “I bet there is.”

He chuffed and drummed the steering wheel. “No really, there have been many reports of UFO activity and alien abductions over the years. I’ve been in contact with the UFO and Paranormal Research Society of Australia. It’s fascinating.”

She twirled her hair in her fingers and laughed softly. A honeymoon in tropical Australia, about as far away from the darkness as they could get and yet. “I thought you wanted to find a thylacine, Mulder. Not a little green man.”

“Grey, Scully,” he said, squeezing her knee. “All these years together and you still get it wrong.”

“There doesn’t seem to be anything grey about Australia.”

He looked out of his window and nodded. “Tropical rainforest. It’s either hot and wet or hot and dry.”

“Sounds about right.” She gnawed on her knuckles as he gave her a look.

“So, after we’ve done with Tasmanian tiger hunting can we go alien hunting?”

She shook her head and laughed. “I didn’t realise that marriage would revert you to the little boy version of yourself, Mulder. Asking me what you can and can’t do like I’m your mother.”

“And I didn’t realise that marriage would turn you into an even bigger stick in the mud, Scully. We’ve flown halfway around the world and you don’t seem to want to open yourself up to new adventures in a different hemisphere. I mean the water goes down the plughole the other way round. The animals are unique, marsupials and monotremes. This should be right up your alley.”

“Everything is out to kill you – plants, birds, fish, insects, reptiles.”

“But, Scully, the sky is enormous. There are different constellations. Australia is an amazing place. A continent in its own right. And all you want to do is lounge by the pool.”

“Mulder, you’re whining.”

“I think you’ll find that’s whinging, Scully. Over here, it’s whinging. I memorised the Strine dictionary to prove it.”

“Strine or no Strine, mate, whatever it is, you’re fair dinkum doing it.”

“I just want to experience everything that there is to offer here – rainforest, coral reef, marsupials extinct or otherwise.”

“And Aussie aliens?”

He turned and gave her the full watt smile. “Do you think they say ‘G’day, mate’ when they greet you here?”

She reached in to her bag to get a bottle of water. “Yeah, and maybe they throw a prawn on the barbie as a welcome party instead of torturing you.” His smile fell away. He chewed his lip. She saw how his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, Mulder. That was out of line.” She ran her hand over his forearm.

“S’okay, Scully. It’s just sometimes it all comes back…”

She rolled her lips. “I know.”

Clouds gathered ahead, brooding grey. In her guilty silence she imagined the faces of aliens, hideous and tattered at the edges.

They turned down the narrow lane marked on her map as Eddie Romero Track and pulled up in the small car park, bays edged with pitted sleepers and low growing ferns sprouting at the corners. The air was full. Scully reapplied her sunscreen, sprayed insect repellent on them both and adjusted her hat. She shrugged a small back pack over her shoulders and Mulder took the heavier one.

“What have you got in there, Mulder? A wombat?”

He unbuttoned his khaki shirt further as the air grew thicker. “I might have packed for all occasions, just like the good little Indian Guide I was.”

She walked to the map board that stood next to the trail entrance. “I don’t think that it’s likely to rain sleeping bags here, Mulder. Just the usual tropical stuff.” She looked up, eyeing the rolling clouds above.

“It might not need to rain sleeping bags, Scully. But I might just get lucky, eh?” He pulled open the bag and showed her the rolled up silver fabric and telltale zip.

“Mulder, if you think I’m sleeping out here, you are nuttier than the macadamia plantation we passed. Besides we’ve got that wonderful four-poster king-sized bed back at the villa. You’ll always get lucky with that thing.”

He chuckled. “The guide should be here soon. I was told to pack all this stuff. Just in case.”

“Well, this is about the first time you ever been quite so prepared.” She wandered to the edge of the forest where the track began. There was a rustling in the undergrowth. She peered in further and saw two kangaroos. She beckoned for Mulder, putting a finger over her lips as he strode closer. The animals, smaller than she expected stood stock still, clearly sensing human presence. Their bodies marked with a reddish brown jacket, paler grey elsewhere and a distinctive black stripe across its face that set them apart from the photos she’d seen in tourist brochures. The animals turned and bounced deeper into the forest.

“Pretty good spot on the first trip here, Scully.”

“They were smaller and prettier than I’d imagined. I didn’t realise they had such distinctive markings.”

Behind them, car tyres scrunched over grave. They both turned to watch a land cruiser pull into the space next to their rental.

“Mr and Mrs Mulder?” The young woman held out her hand. “I’m Steph Callow.”

Scully stared at Mulder. He didn’t look at her, as he shook Steph’s hand. “Thanks for coming out with us.”

She smiled at him. “Not sure we’re going to see anything but there might be evidence.” She held out her hand to Scully. “Mrs Mulder, nice to meet you. Your husband’s enthusiasm has been full-on. I really hope we can find something for you both.”

“Dana Scully,” she said, shaking Steph’s hand. “My husband’s enthusiasm,” she eyed Mulder, who was finding the map very interesting, “is one of his most enduring traits.”

“Endearing, Scully? Did you say endearing?”

Steph stood between them before Mulder shrugged his backpack higher and grinned. “Let’s go and spy on some thylacines.”

A way in and her legs were already aching; her new walking boots were heavy, making her feet sweaty hot. She was out of practice. Paediatric surgery was a million miles from chasing aliens, cryptids and human monsters. She sucked on the top of a water bottle and squashed another mozzie against her arm.

The noises of the Australian bush were a mix of musical and maniacal and she had quickly grown accustomed to the background sounds, but the feral growl that rumbled ahead had her throat drying. She stopped and tried to listen, but all she heard was Steph and Mulder chatting in the background. She picked up her pace to catch up with them.

“So, where exactly was the latest sighting, Steph?” she asked.

“Another couple of kays in.” She stabbed a spot on the map. “There’ve been a few sightings there. It’s a dense clump of Alpinia caerulea. A native ginger. And lots of ferns and smaller understory plants. There’s a creek and the small marsupials, possums and tree kangaroos love it. It’s prime hunting grounds. The last time I saw one, a young male, was about a month ago.”

Mulder swiped the sweat from his forehead. “And other members of the group saw a female with cubs at the same spot.”

Scully pulled the map from him, flattening it out in her hand. It was just miles and miles of bush. Five hundred miles, in fact. “Group? What kind of group?”

“Why so sceptical, Dr Scully?”

She whacked his arm. “What kind of group?”

He stretched his neck side to side. Steph drank from her water bottle, seemingly oblivious.

“Mulder?”

The rumbling growl filled the air. They both looked towards it. Thick low-growing pines, bulbous trunks, eucalypts in silvery spotted greys dominated the view in both directions. The birdsong had silenced.

“Could be a koala,” Steph said, looking up. “People often mistake them for dogs.”

“I thought they were nocturnal.”

“They are usually, but it’s not uncommon to see them during the day. And the group Mr Mulder is referring to, is the FNQAAS. We often head out here, to watch the lights.”

Scully shucked off her backpack and let it drop to the ground. “The funkas? The lights?”

Mulder shrugged and looked up again, shielding his eyes.

“The Far North Queensland Alien Abductee Society. They hold regular meetings here to watch the mysterious lights that sometimes appear in the middle canopy. There are blue and white lights that bounce over the trees.”

“And you’ve seen them?”

�� “Oh, yes,” Steph said. “When I was taken they were the brightest they’ve ever been.”

Scully licked her lips and looked at Mulder. “When you were taken?”

Mulder stepped towards her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Steph is an abductee. And president of the FNQAAS. She’s been taken several times.”

“Mr Mulder tells me you’ve both had similar experiences yourself,” Steph said, offering them a muesli bar.

Scully sighed and shook her head. “I don’t believe this, Mulder.” She tried to keep her voice steady. “You said this was a trip to see thylacines, a nice little trip to the forest. But…”

“The thylacine sightings are linked to the lights and the abductions, Scully. It’s a fascinating case.”

“A case. On our honeymoon?”

Mulder smiled over at Steph, who was bent down taking photos of an elegant fern frond that curled outward. “Scully, I didn’t tell you at first because I knew you wouldn’t come. There are more holes in the stories than the plants in this forest but it gets us out and about.”

“No, Mulder. It gets you out doing the things you want to do. I get out plenty. It’s you who sits in that house all day reading stuff about funky Aussie alien hunters. There are no thylacines here. There are no lights. There have been no abductions. These people have probably inhaled some exotic fungus and shredded their minds. And once again, you’ve fallen for it.”

She grabbed her bag and stalked away.

“Scully! Where are you going?”

“Back to the car. You can get a lift back with funky Steph.”

She headed back along the path listening to Mulder’s footsteps crackling across the springy forest floor.

“Scully, wait.”

The path ahead seemed darker than on the way in, the gnarled branches twisting lower, obstructing her way. Leaves scratched at her arms and legs, leaving red marks.

As she rounded a bend, the first drops of rain began. She heard the low rumbling growl. The clouds darkened. The trees loomed higher and higher. Her breath came in hard spurts. Mulder grabbed her arm just as the first lightning strike lit up the sky. It flashed and arced, causing her to stumble. He fell with her. Steph was close behind and she knelt where they fell, pointing up.

Scully followed the blue light, low and flat, as it streamed off the canopy. Mulder shielded his brow and a slow smile spread across his face. The white light followed, in smaller dots, bouncing around. The air smelt of sulphur. The growl grew louder and louder until a peal of high-pitched barking filled their ears.

“This is amazing, Scully.” Mulder was holding her elbow and stood up, bringing her with him. A blinding flash crashed above them. Twigs snapped and split, raining down on them, bark scratching their skin.

An ominous crack, deep silence, then a large branch crashed through the air, sending them barrelling to the ground.

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #returning the past #multi-chapter casefile #mulder and scully downunder

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idioticimagination · 6 years

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The Queen of The Sky | The 100 | Part 10

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader Rating: M (Cursing, Death?, Torture, Angst) Fandom: The 100 Word Count: 1,609 Summary: Three years ago Y/N, queen of the tribe known as the Ladrones, was sent to the ground as punishment for her crimes. Now the dropship has just arrived along with 100 delinquents. Among which there are many familiar faces. Several stories to be told. Will Y/N’s dark past unravel for all to see? Will her secrets finally be shared with the world? Will the queen of the sky cause sunny days or stormy nights? Is she a villain? Or just the goddess they needed?

(A/N: Hey! So I know the story has been going pretty slowly so far, but I promise it’s about to get a lot more interesting soon! This part is pretty short and boring, but I’ve already finished part 11, and it’s just a bit over 3,000 words. We’ll finally be opening the reader’s past up a bit more as well as get some progress between reader and Bell, so stay tuned!)

Bell chased after Clarke while I went back to my spot in the trees. Clarke ran into the center of the crowd where Murphy stood. “You son of a bitch!” Clarke cried. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold. Murphy gave Clarke a confused look.

“What’s you problem?” Murphy scoffed.

“Recognise this?” Clarke showed the knife, Murphy’s initials shining in the light to be seen by everyone.

“It’s my knife! Where’d you find?” Murphy asked as he tried to reach for it. Clarke held it out of reach.

“Where you dropped it after you killed Wells,” Clarke said. Everyone around them froze.

“Where I what? The Grounders killed Wells, not me,” Murphy seemed genuinely confused. Was it not him?

“I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it,” Clarke threatened. Octavia came to stand behind Bellamy.

“Really? Bellamy, you really believe this crap?” I looked across the field of delinquents to see if it could be anyone else or if anyone was having an odd reaction. Something just told me it wasn’t Murphy.

“You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells.” Clarke continued to talk, but I just kept looking for other suspects.

“Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up.” Murphy had a point, and anybody could have stolen that knife. Murphy’s an idiot; he doesn’t keep that thing protected!

“Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him.” Clarke said.

“Yeah, I didn't kill him then, either.”

“Tried to kill Jasper, too,” Octavia pointed out.

“Come on. This is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you. I don't have to answer to anyone,” Murphy said. He was irritated, but scared.

“Come again?” Bell threatened.

“Bellamy, look, I'm telling you, man. I didn't do this,” Murphy pleaded.

“Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without… without punishment?”

“I already told you. I didn't kill anyone,” Murphy argued.

“I say we float him,” Octavia suggested. I was getting frustrated. I was looking for anyone that could have been guilty. Something just told me that it wasn’t Murphy. The delinquents agreed and cheered on O’s horrible idea.

“That's not what I'm saying,” Clarke said.

“Why not? He deserves to float. It's justice!”

“Revenge isn't justice.” Clarke said.

“It's justice. Float him!” O cheered.

“No! Get off him! Get off of him! Let him go! You can't do this! Get off me. No!” Clarke fought as the crowd took a hold of Murphy. She ran to Bellamy to try and talk some sense to him. “No! You can stop this! They'll listen to you!” Bellamy glared at her, frustrated with the position she put him in. They held Murphy down as they tied a rope around his neck.

“Bellamy! You should do it.” One of the delinquents suggested. Bellamy looked at the crate underneath Murphy.

“Bel-la-my! Bel-la-my!” The delinquents chanted.

“I saw you in the woods with Atom. I know you're not a killer.” Clarke cried. I couldn’t let Bell do this. If he did this, and was wrong, he would regret it.

“Bellamy, don't do this. Don't…” Murphy begged as he held on to the rope around his neck for dear life.

“Don't. Bellamy. You can't do this,Bellamy. No,” Clarke cried out.

“This is on you, princess. You should've kept your mouth shut!” Bell said before he kicked the crate over. Murphy struggled against the rope as his body swung in the air. His legs kept kicking, trying to reach for something. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the rope. Murphy’s grunts and groans were silenced by the crowd’s cheering.

I tried my best to gasp for air. I couldn’t feel anything but a pounding in my head and the rope around my throat. I clawed at the rope wrapped around me in a desperate attempt to free myself. Tears collected in my eyes. I forced my eyes open. I stared at Indra as she watched me struggle for air. Black dots started to surround my vision.

“Stop! Okay? Murphy didn't kill Wells! I did!” Charlotte yelled. Everyone froze as they stared at her. I didn’t even process what she had said before I jumped down from my tree and swung my sword across the rope that Murphy hung from. He fell to the floor as I stood up. He was heaving, trying to regain whatever air he lost. I twisted the sword in my hand as I looked at the trio of idiots.

The delinquents stared at me in awe. Whispers could be heard, and I looked up to see Bell giving me a worried look. I sheathed my sword allowing everyone at least an ounce of relief. The camp turned to look at Charlotte. Bellamy took Charlotte’s hand and ran with Clarke following right behind them. I let out a frustrated sigh and turned to face Murphy. “Thanks,” he said as he stood up, dusting himself off. Murphy followed after Bell, Clarke, and Charlotte with a stomp in his step. “Bring out the girl, Bellamy!”

Bell and Clarke hid in a tent. I stood on my tree as Murphy and his group surrounded the tent. “Bring the girl out now!” I rolled my eyes.

“I hate this fucking world. There’s no fucking justice in this shithole. Not for me, and not for my dad,” he said through gritted teeth as he walked away, “You want to build a society, princess? Let's build a society. Bring her out!” Bellamy walked out of the tent shortly after. “ Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us.”

Bell glanced at me before he addressed Murphy. “Dial it down and back off.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do about me? Hang me?” Murphy taunted.

“I was just giving the people what they wanted,” Bell said. He kept glancing up at me.

“Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. Why don't we do that right now? So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? All in favor??” Nobody raised their hand except for maybe two people. I gave Murphy a sympathetic look. “I see. So, it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk? Cowards! All of you are cowards!” He had a point. Not the coward thing. But they did try to hang him for a crime he didn’t commit. It would only be reasonable if the true killer got the same fate.

“Hey, Murphy! Murphy. It's over,” Bell said. I could see Clarke escaping with Charlotte as Bell talked. A small laugh escaped my lips. Of course.

“ Whatever you say, boss.” I watched as Murphy walked towards the tent only to freeze at its doorway. “Son of a bitch! Hey! Come on. Let's get the girl.” Murphy ran into the woods as his goons followed after him. “Charlotte! Charlotte, I know you can hear me! And when I find you, you are gonna pay! Come on.” I looked at Bell as he gave me a worried gaze. I nodded my head in the direction of our clearing.

He made his way to the clearing as I followed after him from above. His back faced me as i made my way down the tree. I slowly approached him. He turned around to look at me. “What am I suppose to do?” I gave him a reassuring smile. A shaky laugh escaped me. “What do you think?”

"I don't think what Charlotte did was right. I don't think that she should have killed Wells. I don't think Wells should have had to pay for what his father did. I don't think you should have knocked that crate over. But since you did.....I think," I thought over my words, already knowing he wouldn't like them, "I think Charlotte should have saved that knife for the right target, the actual killer. I think Charlotte committed a crime. I think Charlotte's murder had nothing to do with justice. I think since you were willing to give Murphy the death penalty, that Charlotte should suffer the same fate." I looked up at him to see he was galring at me. His lips were pursed as he held his breath.

"You promised her that you would help her. That when she was in a time of need that you would be the first one by her side!” I looked away from Bell. “She trusted you! She trusted you even if she didn’t even know you! I trusted you, and I don't even know you! And I was an idiot to think I can trust you! I was an idiot to think you wanted to help us! But maybe you're just luring me into a false sense of safety so you can pick at us one by one!" Bellamy’s jaw clenched harder and harder as he kept stating accusation after accusation. I stood still for a moment taking in everything he had said.

"I think I was an idiot to think that you would remember and recognize and realize...." I caught myself before I could reveal anything else, "and realize that this world is cruel, and it makes monsters. So I’m sorry, Bell, but one of those monsters is Charlotte!" I spat. I sighed, and I tried to regain my composure before speaking again. “I’m just trying to make sure that you don’t become a monster as well.” Bellamy glared at me.

“Maybe you’re the monster, Angel,” he said before he walked away.

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Cupkayke Rewatches/Liveblogs Boueibu!

Season 1, Episode 3

So I dropped off the face of Tumblr for awhile, sorry guys! I also rewatched the entirety of Yuri on Ice with my boyfriend and he now likes ice skating anime so that took some time lol But I am back JUST IN TIME FOR YUMOTO’S BIRTHDAY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS CHILD. So, have a liveblog/collection of my stupid thoughts about one of the more ridiculous episodes! Yay!

Also, I apologize in advance- some of this episode’s subtext led to an impromptu dissection of the boys’ sexualities/orientations and there are some brief mentions of unsavory teachers (because what kind of teacher holds a pretty boy contest???) so if any of my terminology/speculation is incorrect or you find any of my discussions potentially triggering or in need of tags PLEASE inbox me and I will tag the post as such/correct any misinformation! I am a literature student- I like to analyze things. Sometimes I get carried away~

I SAW THE PREVIEW IMAGE FOR THIS EP ON CRUNCHYROLL AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT ‘HERE WE GO I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE IT’S GONNA BE A TRASH PARADE AND WTF CITY LET’S GO’

Okay- I always wondered about the pretty boy contest… like why? What purpose does it serve? Why are there posters put up in a fucking BATHHOUSE advertising the local boys’ high school’s PRETTY BOY CONTEST. .3 seconds into the episode and it’s ridiculous.

What do you mean ‘weight with the ladies’ c’mon man I have a hard time believing you care ANYTHING about ‘the ladies’ -eyebrow waggle-

He’s doing pirouettes in a towel… okay seriously bro I danced ballet for like 10 years and I never pirouetted in a towel OKAY THAT’S PROBABLY A LIE BUT YOU CAN’T PROVE IT OTHERWISE

"EWWWW TEACHER DICK”

Aww Yumoto. So innocent. So naive. So willing to point out he just saw his teacher’s penis-

...well that’s an odd question. Yumoto why would you ask-

Oh, shew, it’s because you’re not ashamed of bodies! How sweet and innocent and refreshi-

WAIT BACK UP NEVERMIND YUMOTO WTF THAT’S CALLED VOUYERISM

Those are the faces of some senpais that just came to the realization that their kouhai has probably been checking them out.

Well he got dressed fast.

How do you hire someone by accident?

Took the words right out of my mouth, Atsushi.

This is disturbing on several levels. Pedo Principal? -shudders-

FEET SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY

GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. AKOYA AS A BALLET DANCER OMG. IMAGINE. HAS THIS BEEN DRAWN? THIS NEEDS TO BE FANART SOMEWHERE. HE’D BE SO PRETTY JUST IMAGINE HIM IN TIGHTS BEING THE PRINCIPAL MALE LEAD IN SWAN LAKE OR FUCK EVEN IN A FUCKING TUTU BECAUSE HE’D BE GORGEOUS IN EITHER ROLE I CAN’T EVEN AWKEJFLASJFASLDJFOSIJFOAJ -Cupkayke Explodes-

Arima speaks truth

Io why do you have an exact copy of the calculator I use at work that’s terrifying.

RYUU YOU ARE LYING YOU GO TO AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL THAT IS APPROXIMATELY 0% WOMEN TRY AGAIN

Io looks so disappointed he can’t talk numbers with Ryuu

THEIR CHEESY CATCHPHRASE AGAIN

Side note I feel like the quirkiness of the school got toned down in later eps but perhaps that’s my faulty memory. Which is why I’m rewatching it lol.

Pretty and savage AF

PINK RIVALRY! I mean seriously, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of me?” Maybe not even a rivalry but something else ohohohohohoh I’m alone on this ship

Okay this creepy teacher apparently calls all the boys ‘sweet honey’ which is disturbing on its own level but that got cranked up to 11 on the creep scale when he referred to YUMOTO as sweet honey.

Yumoto is a precious cinnamon roll you freak

Paper airplane contest lololol why do I feel like this happened at my school back in the day?

Wombat sounds like a jealous lover lolol

OH BOY! PUNS!

RYUU AND AKOYA TIED FOR THIRD???

HOW DOES AKOYA NOT WIN IN THE LINEUP OF THE SC???

LIKE SERIOUSLY KINSHIROU????

AKOYA IS TEN TIMES PRETTIER!

This school must have a thing for ice princes I s2g

En's boredom is dangerous. I mean... the face says it all.

Ryuu is all “this is NOT up my alley”

A bit slow on the uptake, Yumoto.

Io that’s so sweet... I guess? Well Ryuu seems to think it is- look at his face!

...nevermind. His expression is all “Thanks... I guess...”

Either Yumoto was hoping his senpais would teach him how to be popular with the ladies, or he’s just confused as to what in the hell it is that older boys want. This entire scene is just a clusterfuck of innuendo BUT I’M GONNA OVER ANALYZE IT ANYWAY.

The surface meaning of En and Atsushi’s statements here- or what the audience is supposed to get- is that being popular with girls will only get you so far. It may get you ‘love’ but having a girlfriend means jack squat if you don’t have guy friends (most likely to brag to).

It also could be taken that En at least would rather appreciate women than exert his energy into making them lust after him, which is rather sweet if you think about it.

Atsushi’s point also draws attention to the fact that stereotypical displays of machismo are much more well-received by other men than women- ie outward displays of strength, aggression, bragging about sexual encounters... er- yeah. No need to go on, there.

So. In order to be a well-rounded man, a man needs to be popular/be admired by other men! So you aren’t a lonely loser the rest of your days.

Buuut... because I’m me... LET’S LOOK AT THE SUBTEXT IN RELATIONSHIP TO THEIR SPECULATED SEXUALITIES 8D

En basically says straight up it’s more beneficial to be admired by men. Putting aside the above statements about admiring women... En’s likely gay. Fosho.

And the top screencap of Yumoto, instead of just clarifying his senpai’s intentions, that could mean that he’s more interested in girls. HOWEVER-

With a c: face, Yumoto admits his heart flutters watching rugged young men!

Bi Yumoto anyone? (He also unironically uses the word ‘flicks’ but that’s either a translator thing or another example of a mysterious dialect but ON TOPIC-)

At least within the context of this scene, Yumoto implies he’d be interested in being popular with girls and he is attracted to at very least a certain type of man. Buuut the rest of this episode (which I will get to later) potentially directly contradicts this implication as to Yumoto’s romantic and/or otherwise attraction.

It’s too bad that we don’t get Ryuu or Atsushi’s opinions on the matter- although Ryuu makes his attractions pretty clear just from his character (and then the subtext with Io). Atsushi is a bit of a mystery, for now.

As for Io, we get this exchange-

Le sigh. Io is moneysexual. Anyway...

Wombat so salty- I guess helping Ryuu win a contest is more entertaining than being superheroes.

Me about halfway through this post

En's expressions in this scene are great.

Tho does anyone else now headcanon En as really into athletics when he isn’t being lazy?

Like him really liking competition just fits so well but without a goal he’s just like ‘why bother’

Atsushi sounds so awkward calling him Yufuin

“I can’t just announce him as Enchan that’s weird but I don’t think I’ve ever said his last name ughhhhhhhhh”

Io is NOT playing by the unspoken one urinal in between rule

ALSO I JUST NOTICED YOU CAN SEE THE GUY ON THE LEFT ACTUALLY PEEING WTF

Water go swoosh swoosh

Also their bathrooms are fancy AF

GDI why does Io make the best seduction face

Even tho it’s more predatory here still...

THEY WERE REALLY HEAVY HANDED WITH THE INNUENDO IN S1

The triplets WHY ARE THEIR EYES SO WEIRD

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS SHOW AND SIDE CHARACTERS WITH WEIRD EYES

Ryuu so destructive lol

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT EN BEING ATHLETIC RYUU DOES FUCKING KARATE

Sparkles

Ibushi is still savage AF

I had to giggle and cap his character card because the image of Atsushi doing gigantic jigsaw puzzles was adorable

YOU’RE A TEACHER WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE A PRETTY BOY?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE VALIDATED BY HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

Did he get scorned and that’s why his self esteem is in the toilet???

1579th pretty boy contest??? Damn Pedo Principal is thirsty AF I am still shuddering at the implications

Tho seriously that’s -does math- ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE YEARS OF PRETTY BOY CONTESTS WHAT THE FUCK

And that isn’t taking into account there would probably be a month or two where school isn’t in session on the 27th to have the pretty boy contest. Like December wouldn’t they be on break? And don’t they have a summer holiday at some point?

IT ISN’T JUST ONE PEDO PRINCIPAL IT’S A DYNASTY

EWWWWWWWWW.

YUMOTO AND RYUU BROTHER RELATIONSHIP I FRIENDSHIP IT LOOK RYUU IS BLUSHING

Yumoto knows he’s a lil shit

What the fuck kind of sound effect is swan swan???

I’m suddenly reminded of Kronk doing his own theme music-

Ryuu so salty he wanted to know the winner

Yumoto that writhing mob of students is pretty gross I agree

SO ZUNDAR WANTS THE ENTIRE WORLD TO BE GAY

THAT’S HIS EVIL PLAN TURN EVERYONE GAY

HE SOUNDS LIKE A SHITTY GROSS POLITICIAN

With that shot angle I was just waiting for him to lay a fucking egg but thankfully that didn’t happen

The subtitle is inaccurate- he actually said ‘GIMME HUG’ which is slightly more unsettling.

EN YOU WANT TO MARRY IT WTF

Yumoto still just like c: “I have no idea what’s going on”

I NOW PRESENT TO YOU THE BEST BOUEIBU SCREENCAPS IN THE HISTORY OF SCREENCAPS

ATSUSHI SO GRACEFUL

SO ROMANTIC

EN IS JEALOUS

THEY’RE ALL RIDICULOUS

Speaks for itself

And here is where Yumoto contradicts his earlier implications. Okay. 1) Writers make up your minds, although 2) ...shades of gray here.

Perhaps Kurotori’s feather spell represents sexual love (Eros for all you YOI fans~) and Yumoto is either a) too young/innocent to understand or b) somewhere on the ace spectrum. The others were affected because they are either simply older than Yumoto/past puberty or allosexual to the point where the spell could manipulate their feelings despite their existing attractions whatever those may be.

Yumoto’s earlier comments, then, could be taken to mean simply romantic attraction, even though his wording of his “heart fluttering” thanks to Yakuza men is a bit misleading in that respect. (Disclaimer: I am not on the ace spectrum so perhaps I am misrepresenting/misinterpreting here- please correct me if I have made a mistake in my understanding of asexuality- I definitely do not want to offend anyone! Just analyzing~)

Though to play the other side, En’s comment about marriage, even though he’s under the influence of a spell, also indicates that the spell has romantic components as well as potentially sexual ones. If the spell plays to BOTH- wouldn’t Yumoto be affected as well, based on his earlier assertions?

OR PERHAPS- if it is both, Yumoto is ALSO potentially aromantic and his comments were purely of an aesthetic nature or self projection (that is, he wants to be a dashing Yakuza heartthrob, not necessarily date one). Or he was simply trying to relate to his senpais and was bluffing the entire time.

Damn, this episode can seem REALLY deep if you squint hard enough. Headcanons, abound!

Moving on- WHEN IN DOUBT, HUG THE ENEMY!

Now I’m starting to see some cleverness on the part of the writers- hear me out below- but first- MORE CUDDLES

With this, Yumoto can be read several different ways.

On the surface and probably most importantly, regardless of what Yumoto’s personal attraction/orientation is (if he’s even figured it out at this point), he knows love at its purest form. He loves his brother. He loves his senpais (even though at this point they barely know each other- Yumoto probably latches on quickly). But more importantly, he is so in tune with his own feelings he realizes that self love is at the core of any type of love. That if you aren’t secure in yourself, if you don’t care about yourself on some level, how can anyone else care about you either?

This is another reason why I love Yumoto even though he can get a bit heavy-handed at times and seem like a one-note character; HE ISN’T.

Yumoto is incredibly introspective and even though his senapis make comments about how he just kind of shoves everything together to fit the situation he really does understand the monster-ified characters’ insecurities.

(Which can lead to some sad headcanons about how Yumoto has probably felt all of these things at one point or another... oh no...)

But back to my over-analysis of Yumoto’s orientation- with this... it’s really up to interpretation.

He can be read as a young character who hasn’t figured things out yet, he can be read as interested in romantic relationships of any variety but not necessarily anything else, he can be read as only interested in platonic relationships- anything. And while the inconsistency in his portrayal can be a bit maddening- it’s GREAT headcanon opportunity.

Thus, unless s3 gives Yumoto a canon interest- he’s whatever you think he is. Which is AWESOME! DO YOU SEE WHY I LOVE THIS SMOL CINNAMON ROLL?

Aaaand some closing, not very deep thoughts to wrap up-

SO BLUSHY. MUCH ANGELIC. WOW.

En you’re always tired

Kinchan... why do you want people to grovel at your feet...?

That’s certainly a random question, En- but for shits and giggles; these are their responses if I’m hearing their voices right:

Atsushi - My neck, I guess?

Yumoto - My arms

Ryuu - Armpits

Io - The nape of the neck.

My brain hurts so I have NO idea what these could mean but I highly doubt they’re throwaway lines- SO YOU GUYS TELL ME. Over-analyze what parts they wash first LOL

OKAY WOW THAT WAS LONG AS FUCK AND I GOT TOO DEEP. Again, let me know if I fucked anything up or need to add tags~ And let me know what you think/what your headcanons are/if there’s something from another canon source that could add to this!

I’ll try to get ep 4 up today as well since it took me forever to get back to this but this shit takes longer than I thought. I watch the ep first and take notes, then go back and re-watch and screencap and take more notes, then copy/pasta everything into tumblr and add more thoughts and make it readable. Shew.

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#49: Season 2, Episode 12 - “Easy Crier”

Holy crap you guys. Can you believe we’re already into the #40s?! This is going by faster than I anticipated.

This week, Lenny Cranepool (a.k.a “Lenny the Lifter”) is the new kid at school. He's a giant. Louis and Twitty befriend him and they become the most feared crew in school. Until they find out Lenny is a big softie who dreams of becoming a pastry chef. Meanwhile, Ren is trying to outlaw dodgeball due to its physical dangers.

The opening shot is Louis late for school, running in slo-mo down the hallway. His backpack is unzipped so every single paper in his bag goes flying literally everywhere. He gets stopped by Tugnut who yells at him for being late, and Louis says “Or! Is it possible everybody else on earth is early?” Real slick, Louis. Tugnut let’s him off the hook for his “sassy mouth” clap back, because it’s dodgeball season and he’s creepily overexcited for it and even throws in some maniacal laughter to drive it home. Do schools have dodgeball season, though? Like, is that a thing? Do they have big rainbow parachute in gym class season, too? That was the best. Anyway, this dodgeball mention is setting up the subplot.

Louis crawls into math class trying (and failing) to go unnoticed, when suddenly… there’s a giant foot in the aisle! Someone else is sitting in his seat. It’s Lenny Cranepool! The new transfer student who must’ve only transferred there for a few days because we never see him again! Louis is clearly intimidated when Lenny stands up, towering over him and GROWLING. I’m not kidding. Lenny genuinely growls and grunts like a caveman. Now that I think about it, that’s pretty hilarious. Louis is chill though and settles for a different desk. Once he sits though, he casually says “Actually, I’d prefer the window seat” and out of nowhere he is LIFTED INTO THE AIR BY LENNY and carried over to the window.

He’s sitting in front of Twitty now, so Twitty fills him in on everything. He tells Louis the new kid is Lenny the Lifter. Word on the street is that he got kicked out of his old school for “going on a lifting spree” probably. I love that, omg. Lenny breaks his pencil and growls like an animal again. Louis is nice and gives him one of his pencils, but Lenny doesn’t even say thank you and gives them a hard look. Louis and Twitty are just relieved to be alive at this point.

Next, we see Ren and Nelson preparing to go live on the school news program, The Wombat Report. Ren introduces her dodgeball segment accusing it of being a “barbaric celebration of pain and violence that sadistically pits the mean and vicious against the weak and skinny.” Dang, Ren. Tugnut is watching while wearing an I <3 DODGEBALL shirt and gets so pissed he breaks his pencil, too. That’s one too many pencils broken in under a minutes time if you ask me. Ren says they took a hidden Cap Cam into Tugnut’s gym class and came away with “disturbing footage.” The footage shows him teaching the kids about Hot Zones on the human body to aim for while playing dodgeball and uses a cardboard cutout of a skinny nerd dubbed Target Timmy. He notices the kid in the Cap Cam and says “no hats in class! TAKE IT OFF!” and violently throws a dodgeball at their head. Great teacher, right there.

I’m sure that’s enough to get him fired and banned from teaching ever again???

Louis is walking down the hall and is surprised when each step he takes parts the crowd of kids like Moses. Until, of course, he notices Lenny has been following him. He initially runs away, but Lenny catches up to him at lunch and thanks him for the pencil. Louis says “The pencil! Oh, right. Old Number 2! You’re welcome.” The Old Number 2 comment makes me laugh. That was definitely an ad lib. Louis invites Lenny to eat with him and we see the first glimmer of Lenny the Softie accompanied by sensitive piano. He’s like “YEAH! :D Thanks!” all happy. And it would be a nice gesture, except it marks the arrival of Selfish Louis here. He immediately decides to use Lenny to his advantage. He takes a seat at the 8th Grade lunch table, which is clearly off-limits and decorated like a fancy restaurant in comparison to all the other lowly tables, lol. Twitty comes over and asks Louis if he has a death wish. This is accurate.

When I was in middle school, there was this small stoop in the parking lot where the 8th graders would hang out during recess. If you went anywhere near there they would cuss you out. I was a pretty outgoing kid (I mean, not as brazen as Louis can be, but..) so one day when I was in 6th grade, I purposely got to the stoop before the 8th graders and just stood there. When they eventually came over telling me to leave, I stood my ground and said “This is a slab of cement. I don’t see your names anywhere. I can stand here if I want to.” They eventually gave up and went somewhere else, letting me and my friends hang out there that day! Ayyyyyy! One of my proudest moments. I wonder if I was subconsciously inspired by Louis. Probably, honestly. This show subconsciously shaped my sense of humor growing up and I only realized this when I started getting back into the show in 2011. I digress…

I felt the need to include a picture of the stoop. I literally went on Google Earth to get this! haha. This isn’t the exact stoop at the exact location, but this is exactly what it looks like. Just so you can visualize, lol.

Sure enough, Larry Beale and the big tough 8th Graders come over telling Louis the table is reserved. But, Louis says “Larry, this table is only reserved because you and a few of your unattractive friends say it is.” Burrrrn. I’ma use that next time. Just then, Lenny comes over. Larry is clearly scared and quickly sits at a different table and pretty much does whatever Louis says. So yeah, this is where Louis realizes he can just use Lenny to intimidate everyone and get whatever he wants from this moment forward. Nice!

Ren goes walking into a pitch black gym per Coach Tugnut’s request. He says “you got a problem with dodgeball?!” and claps twice to turn on a spotlight which dramatically reveals him sitting at desk. That’s honestly terrifying considering Tugnut is a grown man and Ren is like.. 14. I’d run out the door. We get one of my favorite lines here, though. Ren asks “I take it you’ve seen my dodgeball exposé?” and Tugnut says:

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He tells her that Principal Wexler is holding a referendum on whether to keep or ban dodgeball. But he’s adamant that dodgeball isn’t going anywhere.

Louis notices Lenny sitting on the stairs, visibly upset. Louis goes over to him and Lenny immediately bursts into tears! Louis frantically tries to hide him so his tough image stays intact. Turns out Lenny is crying over a simple poetry assignment that’s due the next day. He says he’s worried that if he doesn’t do well in school he’ll “never graduate and become a p-p-p….” through tears, and Louis tries to guess what profession he was going to say. Asking “Police Man? Private Investigator?! PYTHON TRAINER?!” (I just love the way Shia says it.) But Lenny clarifies that he was going to say pastry chef. Louis ain’t thrilled.

Later that day, Louis and Twitty try to come up with a plan that will help Lenny remain feared. Louis just hopes that Lenny will write a poem that’s dark, mean and hateful. Unfortunately, he writes a poem that’s gentle, sweet and loving. Ren reads it and convinces Lenny to recite it on the Wombat Report to show everyone what a sweet guy he is.

Then, the following scene happens. Which I’m just going to embed instead of describing because I think it’s hilarious.

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This paper cut incident helps Louis come up with an idea to stop Lenny from reading his poem.

The dodgeball drama turns into a Ren vs. Larry thing because Larry sides with Coach Tugnut. I’m not complaining about this. Any Ren/Larry interaction is nice because REN AND LARRY SHOULD JUST PUT ASIDE THEIR DIFFERENCES AND DATE! Larry and Tugnut demand equal time on the Wombat Report to debate over dodgeball, which is fair I guess.

Over the course of ONE NIGHT Louis comes up with a voice activated device to attach to the bottom of Lenny’s chair that will zap him as soon as he starts reading his poem. Louis The Incredibly Gifted Engineer strikes again.

The plan is to make Lenny go insane, like when he got the paper cut, on live TV. Yeah, that should do it. But before he’s about to go live, Lenny gives Louis a copy of the poem and says he wrote it about him. Louis reads it and asks Twitty “You ever feel the gnawing pains of guilt? You know, the ones that make you feel like a terrible person who doesn’t deserve to live?” Twitty says no and Louis is like, “Yeah, me neither. But this is the closest I’ve ever been” as if he’s a person incapable of feeling remorse or emotion. Not a fan of that choice, tbh.

Either way, he decides to do the right thing and swap the chairs. Lenny successfully reads his poem, which is also hilarious. Here’s the transcript:

“Emotional” by Lenny Cranepool

I wish you could see beyond my size, to the person that lives inside. There is someone who sees the real me... his name is Louis, and you see... He never judged, or laughed or tried to hide, he just treated me like any other guy. I owe a lot to this true friend, I hope our friendship never ends. It really hurts to be left out, if you have any doubt... Try being me for just one day, and I’m sure you’d agree when I say -- That being feared cuts like a knife, but one good friend can change your life.

The entire school is in tears, including Louis and Twitty. We see Larry and freaking PEDRO FROM NAPOLEON DYNAMITE with tears in his eyes (this is his second appearance in the series as a member of Larry’s posse.) He turns to Larry and says “That was so beautiful, man.” And Larry’s just like “Shut up, Omar” which makes me laugh. Larry’s happy though, because Louis just lost his body guard.

“Shut up, Omar.” lol this show has so much meme potential.

Then they make a sharp turn from crying to the dodgeball debate, which is also funny. Only problem is that Ren is sitting in the rigged chair now. Oops. As soon as she speaks to debate against Larry, she gets zapped and screams at the top of her lungs. She knows Louis did it. She kicks the chair away and quickly shares a seat with Larry instead. They’re so cute. Just like that, Ren changes her position on dodgeball and decides that it can be a “very rewarding experience.” Meaning, she wants to get back at Louis.

I love how they have an American flag displayed. I mean, what’s more American than dodgeball?!

The last scene is Ren, Larry and Tugnut ganging up against Louis by pelting him with dodgeballs. Ren and Larry are smiley and he says it’s nice to be on the same side for once, which is also cute. They’re just cute and should’ve got together by the end of the series!!!

Anyway, I’m not against Louis getting his but kicked here. He was going to do a pretty mean thing to Lenny for his own personal gain. And, then ended up ruining things and embarrassing Ren in the process. So… Sorry, Lou! I'm not with ya on this one. The episode ends on a freeze frame of Louis about to get hit in the face. The end.

This is a good episode. I used to love it... A LOT. (But again, every episode was my “favorite” at some point.) I guess the fact that it revolves around a one-off character makes it difficult for me to rank it any higher. Although, a good episode is a good episode regardless. But still. Louis’ ugly side made an appearance here, which I hate. So. I love the little Ren/Larry bit at the end, though. I wonder if Eric Ty Hodges was directed to subtly act like he has a secret crush on Ren occasionally, because I get those vibes.

Just a side note I’ve been thinking about: I might be the only person who feels this way.. but… Season 2 is weird for me. I’ve always seen it as the awkward transitional period between gritty Season 1 and über polished zany Season 3. Barring a few super memorable, pretty iconic episodes — Season 2 is just kinda… there. It might have something to do with the fact that Shia looks a little awkward himself. He’s not the young baby faced kid from Season 1 and he’s not the grown teenager we see in Season 3. He’s like.. an actual awkward 7th grader here lol. Also, little known fact! Louis and his friends actually move up to 8th grade in Season 3! It’s widely believed that Louis and Ren are in 7th and 8th grade the entire series. It's even listed as a production fact on Wikipedia! But, nope. There are slight things that confirm this, which I’ll acknowledge when they pop up but yeah. (This means that LJH is one of those rare middle schools that go up to 9th grade, btw) So, that’s definitely something else that contributes to my feelings towards Season 2. For Louis and his friends, in my mind I think...

Season 1: First half of 7th grade.

Season 2: Second half of 7th grade.

Season 3: 8th grade.

Obviously, Ren would be the same except 8th-9th. Also, fun fact #2: Seth Miller, who plays Lenny, was in an episode of Boy Meets World. There are a lot of parallels between the two shows, actually.

I DIGRESS AGAIN!

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