#also the script was real like his ass hates who he is i'm sorry guys

[maddy-ferguson]

idk how anyone and ive seen them simultaneously believe scriptgate was real and still try to play off how will feels like a mistake cause it doesnt fit their narrative or whatever… like bro will hates himself. big whoop 15 year old small town indiana boy has not totally beaten ih + every other reason he feels like a mistake cause his life is a game of murphys law and gods scorn how are you gonna be shocked

like why is it crazy for a boy whose life is the way you described it to hate himself. how are you gonna take will hating himself away from him you don't even need to believe the scripts were real to think he does he says it himself in the scene like is nick the one who came up with the line when you're different sometimes you feel like a mistake😭

not to be all people are taking things from will to give them to mike instead because if we're talking solely internalized homophobia dating a girl while knowing that you're gay (which i think is mike's situation after s3) is up there. but i do feel like will not trying to conform by dating girls while still not being 100% okay with being gay makes people uncomfortable in a way mike denying his gayness and trying to push it away doesn't. like realizing you're gay isn't the only hard part yk? and now that i think about it feeling like it is and like it's all uphill from there might be why people who think mike doesn't know he's gay yet tend to think he wouldn't struggle with it at all and would be able to go straight from "i'm straight and dating el" to "i'm actually gay (or bi) and want to date will now" without having any feelings about it even though it's the fucking 80s. he's been having feelings about it you are simply missing it! it's not just step 1 realize that you're gay step 2 live happily ever after now that you have that knowledge. there's a million other struggles that can come after that realization especially in the 80s!!!! will thinks he's never gonna be (happily) in (requited) love and he knows he'll never get to go on public dates like mike and el at rink o mania or get to have his first kiss at a public dance like max and lucas and he's gonna be proven wrong about the former but not about the latter. it's the latter being true that makes it hard even if you have a supportive family. societal homophobia that's internalized is called, you guessed it: internalized homophobia.

i think that the supernatural angle of will's storyline gets overlooked often when discussing him feeling like a mistake, i think him feeling like a mistake because of everything upside down related that's happened to him is so interesting and makes a lot of sense because of course he'd feel like that when everything in his life has gradually gotten worse since he's been taken. and also since he's been rescued. but i just feel like trying to divorce the two is tricky when his supernatural storyline so often informs his sexuality storyline. el opens the gate, will gets taken to the upside down, el takes his place in the party and goes on to date mike. did el replacing him because she was here while he was there contribute to him feeling like a mistake or did el being able to replace him because she's a girl and he's a boy contribute to him feeling like a mistake? i just feel like denying that will could feel any type of way about his sexuality or that he could hate himself at all can only lead to people feeling blindsided AGAIN.

#my first draft disappeared because i hadn't actually saved the draft and i'm on my phone i almost did something drastic #also the script was real like his ass hates who he is i'm sorry guys #ask

[tysukis]

Hi, first(?) AU anon here. I will absolutely dive down this rabbit hole with you. I went a little overboard (sorry?). I absolutely agree with you on your Zuko take. I think we all kind of land there naturally. But I also think that Zuko would latch onto stability the moment he realized he had it. So this is kind of how I see it going down:

I think the band Sokka is part of would be solid. Just a local hit, right? But Sokka is the plans guy, and the aspirations guy, and they can do *so much better*. I 100% do not know how real life musicians work so add a pinch of salt here, but he would absolutely land them a gig as openers to a mediocre niche headliner just by sheer power of phone calls and charm. (He scripted it as much as possible, we all remember how that canon speech went when he winged it, but he knows how to put words together when he has time).

And yeah I love the idea of Zuko being an academic. I'm assuming Ozai is out of the picture for this, and the boy gets to pursue his passions instead of an expectation. Unfortunately, you mix in passion and the general anxiety of a kid who lived under intense scrutiny and you get an adult who gets tunnel vision during spring finals/prep for a conference/etc. So he doesn't quite rise to the occasion when his boyfriend drops this life changing news, he's proud but distracted, and he's already so bad at words in comparison to Sokka that it's just. Lackluster. And he probably meant to meet them at the bar/house party to celebrate after he got home but he's sleep deprived and his phone is dead because he's a disaster sometimes.

So now you've got Sokka stewing on immediate events, and being a little heartbroken because he went all out every time Zuko accomplished *anything*, even if it wasn't super impressive to Zuko himself. And maybe there's a bit of Zuko assuming Sokka doesn't need that reciprocated. He just doesn't vocalize his important needs, so Zuko assumes they're being met, you know? I like the drama of a blown up confrontation but also the idea that Sokka just confronts him sounding hurt and so damn tired of being the emotional one for that long.

But on the other side you have Zuko with his internalized plan that this is his forever person, and he does go to almost every performance even if they don't play his preferred music. And he assumes Sokka is satisfied with this. Maybe because Zuko can't imagine being happier than near his family - the good ones anyway - or because he genuinely thinks Sokka and the band are happy with being local celebrities and leaving it at that. So he plans for permanence. Because he is still a disaster, Zuko probably never vocalized this beyond doing window shopping for apartments or something. Vague jokes about a wedding that Sokka laughs at/agrees with and Zuko interprets as, "Yes I am also thinking about being here with you forever." He's not the wordsmith, he's the pragmatist and love means house shopping and snuggling over takeout and planning trips to visit their distant family together, right? Sokka's confrontation blindsided him, because he thought they were on the same page, and Sokka didn't have to leave to keep playing music, why is that even a thing??

They're both justified in being jaded because they're dumb as hell (affectionate). This isn't an AU for two grown ass men who have put in therapy time, they're both young and full of their own understanding with poor communication skills.

musician au anon!!! hello welcome back thank you so much for this incredible ask, let’s GO

(I’m gonna pop this one under a read more because otherwise this post will be eight miles long lmao)

Honestly I’m wracking my brain with what I can possibly add to this because you’ve got like. A fully fledged outline here my dude and it’s a good one. Do you write? Because you should, if you don’t. I still love the alternative take of Sokka being the one to leave and honestly this pretty much cements how much potential it has. I absolutely adore how you’ve thought about just how the communication would break down between them - and you’re completely bang on the money with it as well. Zuko is fully a hot disaster and would completely just assume Sokka’s needs are being met if he isn’t vocalising them, and we know Sokka, he’s a complainer but when it really comes down to those he loves - he’s known for being pretty selfless and for putting up brave faces. I can totally see Sokka perhaps almost feeling a bit self conscious about how hurt he is by Zuko’s lack of enthusiasm. Because Zuko loves him, right? And it’s just one show, right? So maybe he’s just overreacting, right? Or maybe he’s actually not even that good. Oh no, maybe Zuko hates his music and is just waiting for the right time to break it to him gently. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I think I might have already said it at some point tonight but Sokka would absolutely spiral until he convinces himself that him leaving would be nothing more than simply just leaving before he gets left. And like you said: Zuko  is out here planning a whole future assuming that they’re on the same page, meanwhile he has no idea.

I totally buy Sokka winging his way into a supporting act spot using his charm and charisma, and yeah his speech in canon didn’t go too well but this could likely be over the phone to only one person which would probably make it easier. I was thinking about how Sokka performing would work in conjuncture with his canon almost stage fright/fear of public speaking - and I’m leaning towards the hc that he embodies a sort of persona in front of large crowds and he’s able to let that take over and act casually and confidently no matter the audience.  (source: I am someone who studied acting and excelled in public speaking most of her life despite having a chronic anxiety disorder - playing parts and speaking on stage didn’t feel like ‘me’ because I was always channeling a character either fictional or an alternative version of myself. It works, folks.)

Are we thinking he broke away from the band and went on to succeed in a solo career? As in, he felt being local heroes was a limited pathway? Or did they all go together? Who else would be in it I wonder.

I LOVE your interpretation of Zuko and how the factors under which he was raised would shape him, especially in a modern setting. He would absolutely go into tunnel vision and that perfectionist mindset he was essentially forced into as a kid would probably be alive and well into adulthood. (And yeah, these aren’t men who have been to therapy - yet! - so we’re probably gonna assume that Zuko views this as a Perfectly Normal And Healthy Way To Live And Not At All A Trauma/Survival Response.)

I’m assuming this confrontation is what leads to their break up and then Sokka going off to pursue music further? I wonder, even all their other issues aside, what Zuko thinks about him travelling so far? As you said, we’re operating under the assumption that he doesn’t understand why Sokka couldn’t continue music and stay local. Even if things were perfect between the two, I imagine they still might not see eye to eye on that, which of course would just be another breaking point for them to tack onto the list.

As for their eventual reconciliation, Kaleigh @zukkau with her gigantic brain, said earlier that Sokka being the one to leave could also tie into a whole ‘I couldn’t ask you to uproot your whole life for me’ anxiety (especially if we’re painting zuko as a bit of a homebody here; hates change, likes routine) and that sets up perfectly for a “I would go anywhere for/with you” moment. All this to say that I think that would slot into this (^) narrative nicely.

If you have (or anyone has) anything more to add or touch on I would absolutely love to hear it, I am now fully in love with this AU and all messages and mentions of it are permanently welcome in my inbox and DMs <3 

#I love this au so much. so much. #all of u with ur big brains #amazing #answered #musician au

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics.

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn.

→ Warnings: Very hurtful words. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Swearing, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Word Count: 3.5k

→ Credits to: @c-sanshine for giving me reference photos

→ Chapter: 1, 2

As you ran your fingers through the soft petals of the lavender standing up right in the pot before you, you gazed up at the soft colours of the plant, admiring how calming they look basking underneathe the ray of sunshine.

"Hey!" a voice called out, tearing your gaze away from the plant towards the voice, you spotted a familiar male with a bright smile on his face. He showed that silly toothy smile of his, waving from the window of your bedroom, his other hand gripped the bike in his hands tightly to keep it steady.

It seems as if the world had stopped moving whenever the scent of lavender reaches your nose. "Ready for school?" the sound of his honey-smooth voice barely made through the glass. The scent of lavender never left you as you picked up your bag from your bag, slinging it over your shoulder with a soft grunt before walking out of your room.

You walked out of the house with a soft smile on your face at the sight of the boy, "you know, you didn't have to wait all day for me," you sighed, pushing his shoulder gently with your hand. "Oh I know. I'm just doing this so you could give me those delicious omelettes you usually prepare for me." he chuckled, earning a hard punch from you.

You ignored your friend's dramatic groans of pain as you went inside your garage where your dad was working to fix his car, grabbing your own bike and getting on with ease as you rode down the streets with nothing but the sound of the strong wind hitting your cheeks and the sound of the paddles of the bike.

"And cut! Take 10 people!" the director announced through his megaphone. You sighed, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion with your hands as you found the director's disappointed eyes glaring down at you from afar. You knew what was about to come with that look.

"Y/N, you forgot your line. Again." the director stated as he marched towards you. You took a deep breath, looking down at the floor in shame. "I know, I know. I'm sorry," you groaned, your voice evident of exhaustion. "It's just-" you tried to reason before the director cuts you off with a sigh, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"Listen, take a break and go home. You're done for the day anyway, you look as if you had slept for decades. Maybe that'll help you get back to your senses," he suggests with a small smile. "But-" you tried to reason, gripping your script in your palms only to have it snatched away from your grip. "Na-uh, Y/n. Mr. Director is always right!" the boy from earlier, your best friend in the whole studio, Yang Jeongin, tutted with a shake of his head.

"Go rest or eat, you look like you're about to faint. We can't have you, the star of the show, become the next Sleeping Beauty, can we?" Jeongin joked. "Was that suppose to be a joke or an offer? You know very well I wouldn't miss the chance to just collapse on a bed and be willing to sleep 1000 years." you rolled your eyes sarcastically, erupting a laugh from the director.

"You should recite your lines with someone who's equal to your levels of acting, y/n. It might help you and them improve at acting," the director suggested, looking at your script once he struggled to get it out of Jeongin's grip.

"Oh yeah? And who would that be?" you asked, unbothered as you grabbed your cup of cold milk and brought it to your dry lips. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe Jisung?" he spoke with such calmness that you couldn't help but widen your eyes as you choke out the milk.

"What? Han Jisung?" you croaked in a hoarse voice. "You two are love interests in this drama, you might as well recite lines with each other to help each other improve and to get a better outcome for the drama" he said with a shrug. How could he suggest something so vile with a casual tone?

Jeongin couldnt contain his laughter as his gaze to your shocked, open-mouthed expression laced with 'are you serious?' all over it. He howled with laughter as the director looked at the both of you in confusion, not knowing what was the problem.

"What's wrong?" he asked, finally looking up from the script. "Sir, are you serious? That man hates me! I hate him! We both hate each other! I swear I'd rather go crying and bawling my eyes out in public!" you exclaimed. "That delirious donkey from Shrek couldn't even hold his hatred towards me to save his life!"

"I'm right here, L/N. I'm not deaf, I can hear your dying whale of a voice from Pluto." a familiar voice hissed behind you. You gasped silently in alarm, turning your body to come face to face with Han Jisung and all of his amazing glory.

"Jesus Christ, what are you, a sasaeng fan? Don't creep up on people like that, it's rude!" you exclaimed angrily as Jisung calmly sips his expresso, glaring down at you with pure boredom in his eyes. With a raise of his eyebrows, he let out a smirk, "Jesus Christ, what are you, a shallow snob? Don't talk trash bout people behind their backs like that, it's rude." he mocked, showing his pearly white teeth.

"See!" you turned towards the manager who was looking at you two with an unamused expression. "He hates me!" you exclaimed, "says the girl who talked trash about me first!" Jisung hissed in response.

Jeongin, during your bickering, was having the time of his life, laughing at all of the drama that was happening before him. "Oh my God, you two deserve an Oscar. You two act so lovey dovey when you're in that 'platonic state' on set while here in real life you're bickering like an old married couple, it's priceless!"

"Jeongin!" the two of your exclaimed angrily. The director gave out a soft sigh before walking away from the whole arguement, not wanting to cause some trouble since he had other errands to do.

"By the way. In a week, we're going to shoot somewhere in Tokyo for the camping scenes since you guys are gonna have more screen time there. I already informed your managers bout it, therefore you just need to go over the details of the scripts I gave you this morning." the director spoke in a serious tone as he walked away.

"What? For how long?!" Jisung whined loudly, making the director sigh and look back at the boy with an unamused expression. "It's only a month, then we'll be back to shoot here for the last few episodes," he replied shortly before bolting off somewhere to answer his ringing phone.

"You kidding me?" you mumbled to yourself, scratching your neck. "A whole month with you? I barely last 10 hours!" you groaned as Jisung rolled his eyes at you. "Shut up, y/n. I'm as thrilled as you are bout being stuck with your whiny ass for 30 days straight." he spat, his head turning to give you a death glare.

"Whatever, you ass. I'm going to my trailer and get my stuff so I can squeeze in some practice before Kiyeon locks me out from the dorm from the inside again." you huffed, grabbing your jacket which you placed hanging on the chair nearby.

"No one asked, y/n." Jisung replied, a small smile appearing on his face. You muttered incoherent swear words under your breath as you stretched to put on your jacket and head to the makeup room. "What did you say?" he asked with a smirk. You look back at him with half lidded tired eyes, giving him the middle finger before turning to walk away.

"Shut it, donkey"

Since you were a part of a girl group named Mythical Refrain in SM Entertainment, you still had to practice for your upcoming comeback for a few hours. God, can life get any tiring? You went out of the car after you parked it right outside of your dorm.

After a whole 6 hours of practice and 8 hours of filming, you felt like you could sleep through the whole decade. Your feet ached with every step you take, your muscles were sore from all the dancing and your voice was hoarse from the loud singing.

Your hand twisted the doorknob and your body came in contact with the fresh air conditioned room. As you entered, you slipped off your shoes and tossed your jacket to the sofa. You collapsed onto the soft cushions with a loud exhausted groan, ignoring the sound of your leader, Cheonsa, typing away on her laptop.

"Yeah, but you should get some rest if you ever want to perform again." your eyes glanced over to her bandaged ankle laying on a pillow on the floor. "Says the person who smells and looks like shit," she laughs, finally taking a break from the typing to look at your messy figure.

"Welcome back! How's your day?" she greeted, taking a sip of her coffee. "It's like 1 Am why are you drinking coffee?" you asked, looking up as you lay your chin on the pillow. "Wow. Not even a 'hello' or 'my day went absolutely shit and tiring'? Also, just because my ankle is injured, doesn't mean I get to slack off and not produce more music, Y/n." she chuckled, not tearing her gaze away from her laptop.

"Wouldn't want that boy to ruin your pretty mane, huh?" she teased, going back to her endless typing. "Shut up! You better go fucking rest or else I'll tell manager-nim that you stayed up writing and making songs again." you laughed, moving to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water.

"You look as if you just dug yourself out of a graveyard. What did that director made you do?" she jokes. "It wasn't me, that terrible bastard couldn't stop bothering me I almost pulled my hair out" you complained, finally getting up to grab a towel.

"That cute rapper from Stray Kids? What was his name, again? Jinseul?" she asked with a comforting smile on her exhausted face. "It's Jisung and he's a fucking donkey. But, yeah, it is because of him." you grumbled, clutching the pillow in your fists at the thought of him. "He's really pretty though," Cheonsa chuckled.

"Excuse you, Ms. I-have-a-secret-boyfriend." I added in a sarcastic tone, making her laugh. "Oh hush, I'm 23. I wouldn't be dating someone younger than me, I feel old enough when fans call me noona during fansigns." she jokes, making you giggle at the memories you had. "But still, I look like shit when he ruffled my hair when I was on the way to the dance studio" you complained.

You entered your shared room to see your roommate, Haneul, playing on her nintendo switch. "Hey, you're back! How was the shoot?" she said, sticking her tongue out in concentration. "Stressful" you replied, turned on the shower and laying your hand under the running water to test the temperature.

"As your leader, the Mythical Refrain's most trusted, I'm doing what's best for the group and our fans. Therefore, you are not going to get rid of me that easily and go take a shower you piece of shit!" she exclaimed, throwing a pillow at you. You laughed as you ran for your life to miss that one single pillow that was thrown at you.

"You know. In a week, I'm going to be flying to Tokyo for a shoot. Wouldn't be back in a month, so don't miss me too much." you joke, grabbing the pillow on the floor and placing it back on the couch. "Trust me, we wouldn't even think about you for those 30 days of freedom. Have you told PD-nim yet?" she asked with a laugh.

"I don't think so. But the director and manager-nim said they'll take care of it. They'll announce that I'll be on hiatus during our promotions for the following month," you picked the dirt off of your nails as you spoke, hearing Cheonsa let out a hum in response.

"A hiatus announcement? Isn't that a bit too far? I mean, Park Jinyoung from Got7 and D.O from EXO didn't go on breaks when they shot their dramas." she asked with furrowed brows. "It's a pretty long drama. With three idols in the same drama!" you exclaimed, stretching your arms out as you collapsed once again into the cushions. "I see. Now go sleep and take a shower," Cheonsa nodded her head towards the direction of your room.

You huffed at her stern tone, pushing yourself up as you glared at your leader who was typing aggressively on the keyboard l with no intentions of stopping anytime soon. You sighed before walking away.

"Is it because of that boy?" she yelled through the sound of running water. You felt your blood boil at the sound of his name being mentioned, your mind replaying the many insults and arguements that happened today. All because of that donkey.

"That boy, or in my case, donkey, is the reason why Im losing hair!" you exclaimed in a dramatically angry tone. "No wonder, I thought you were just bleaching your hair too much that it burned off" she laughed. "Very funny, Haneul. Could you pass me my phone? It's in my dufflebag." you asked.

"Chill out, y/n. Boys are wierd anyways. But like, he's your sunbaenim. Shouldn't you at least, attempt to be nice?" she chuckled, walking into the bathroom to hand you your phone. "Im always nice to him. He started the arguements, anyways!" you shot back.

"You're no different, y/n. You called him a donkey less than 30 seconds ago." she chuckled, crossing her arms on her chest. "Well he is a donkey. Very accurate to the one in the Shrek movie!" you laughed.

"What? I'm just stating facts, who knows, it might actually happen in real life. Plus, I'm disgusted at their public display of affection. Ten is actually a good dude to hang out with," she grinned, leaning her head against her palm. "Hanuel. I have a toothbrush nearby and I will not hesitate to shove it down your throat! I shoved a paintbrush down someones mouth and I'm not afraid to do it again!" you threatened.

"This is ridiculous. Sooner or later you will have to do some lovey-dovey stuff with him on set, since you know-" she taunted with a smirk. "Don't even say it." you clenched your jaw at the thought. Sooner or later you'd have to kiss Han Jisung, you'd rather lick the bathroom floor.

Haneul couldn't stop staring at you with wiggling eyebrows and that annoying smirk across her face. "God, you're disgusted whenever Cheonsa brings her boyfriend in the dorm but you're, somehow, not disgusted bout shipping me with a guy I hate?" you complained.

Hanuel giggled, waving off your small threat with her hand. "Sure, go shower. You reek of boys," she chuckled with a raise of her eyebrow, exiting the bathroom. . "I'm going to go sleep. And I advise you to do the same after you shower, considering you have a photoshoot tomorrow." Her head popped out from the door way. "What photoshoot?" you asked with a slightly raised voice. "You know, that photoshoot for our next comeback concept?" she stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's tomorrow? I thought I'd finally have half the day off" you groaned, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

You let out a loud scoff for her to hear before shutting the bathroom door and proceeded to take a cold shower.

"Bitch, you thought. It's only a couple of hours. Plus it's near the set so you could immediately head to there after you're done," she shrugged. "Oh my god," you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "How many episodes have you shot? The whole group wants to watch and 'clown you'. Cheonsa's words, not mine," she teased.

"Probably not much. Since I have to go to Tokyo next week!" you snapped, clenching your fists. "Woah, Tokyo? I wanna come!" Haneul exclaimed in astonishment. "You've been there, why are you acting as if you're a child locked up in some prison cell? We debuted a year ago and just finished our tour, for fucks sake!" you exclaimed.

"Why though?" she asked, ignoring your statements. You gave out a big exasperated sigh, "I have to shoot some scenes there for a month. So I won't be joining Mythical Refrain's promotions this month," you rubbed your face in frustration.

,"Oh. Well look on the bright side! At least you get to go sightseeing in Tokyo. The last time we were there, we barely had time to go around." Hanuel exclaimed with a bright smile. You grabbed the nearest toothbrush and raised it over your head angrily, causing Haneul to let out a small squeak and running to her bed.

Tomorrow was gonna be a heavy day.

"You're late, y/n." Jisung chuckled as you sat down on a chair in front of the mirror in the make up room. "I am aware of that, Jisung. It's not like I don't know how to tell time." you spat angrily as a make up artist approached you with brushes in hand.

"I know. Just thought that I'd remind you," he grinned. You rolled your eyes at him as the soft brush slide against the skin under your eye, covering up your eye bags with foundation. You grabbed your script and started reading, ignoring Jisung's eyes on you.

"What do you want now?" you sighed, looking away from your paper to give him a half lidded stare. "You look like shit, even with makeup on. No offense Eunbi, you're doing a great job" Jisung smiled at the makeup artist who just chuckled and continued on with her job.

"God, why didnt I just get my make up done in the trailer?" you mumbled to yourself, feeling soft pats on your shoulder given by your makeup artist. "Yeah, why didn't you? I lost my appetite just breathing the same air as you," Jisung mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

"Can it, you dick-" you growled, about to say some random comeback when the director came in with a wide smile. "Jisung! Y/N! Be out in 5, alright?" he exclaimed before shutting the door.

Your makeup artist bowed at you before exiting as well to catch up with the other makeup artists. "Great. See you there, y/n." Jisung laughed at your pouty expression after being cut off.

You groaned in annoyance as you watched his figure skipping out of the make up room, sticking your tongue out at him despite his back turned to you. You read through your script once again before getting up to walk through the door.

You jogged towards the set, highfiving your co-stars who gave you encouragement to do well on the next scenes, making you smile. Of course, that smile faltered when you remembered it was a scene you had to do with Jisung and you being friendly.

Your eye twitched at the thought as the staff gave you the school bag you were suppose to use for this scene since you played the roll of a young highschool girl. You gave Jeongin a thumbs up who responded with a salute as you walked up with a stem of lavender in hand.

You stood on the sidewalk as a few people came up to retouch your make up. You sighed, looking back at Jisung who was playing his phone to wait for his appearance on camera. Once you felt the soft feeling of sponges caressing your skin, you took a deep breath and clapped.

"You ready?" the director yelled through his speaker. "Hell yeah!" Jisung exclaimed from afar, tucking his phone into his pocket as he waved his hand with a thumbs up. "Let's get it! " you clapped enthusiastically before getting into position.

"Lights."

You see the lights being adjusted to get a better lighting of your surroundings to give it an aesthetic vibe. You cracked your knuckles and took deep breathes, reciting your lines to yourself in your head.

"Camera." You heard the sounds of camera being moved to your position, carefully recording your movements, your mistakes, and your acting. You gave a little smile at the staff who gave you a thumbs up.

"And action!"

#stray kids han #han jisung x reader #stray kids han jisung #han jisung imagines #han jisung #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz scenarios #skz au #skz fluff #lavender antics

[goodguydotmp3]

1) Hi, I just came across your post on Harry & although we are looking at him differently i absolutely agree with you on alot of what you say.  I never was a 1D fan, I worked for an arena & was lucky enough back in those days to see 1000's of concerts.  I remember thinking 1D was awful.  12 months ago now I fell down the rabbit hole with Harry.  I can't say i'm a fan because I only like a combination of his songs from both albums, which I listen to often on a playlist.

2. the others I listened to once and never again.  I never bothered to listen to his CALM app nor do I obsess over wanting his merch & quite frankly didn't bother to buy a ticket to see him.  In fact I kinda find him a bit cringe at times on stage.  However, I think he is one of the most charismatic sexiest humans on the planet. This has caused me to want to study him.  A lot of what I think you actually said.  He is 100% a brand.   

3. He is a smart guy & i'm pretty sure a lovely person but I also think he is a shrewd businessman.  He has allied himself with professionals who know how to make millions off of his brand.  Classic example was the beauty pages (which I despised btw). Probably in partnership with the magazine knowing it would sell out in seconds.  I'm sure him & his team are laughing all the way to the bank, and on the fans coin.  

4. I could analyse as well why I think he queerbaits, which I believe he does for his image.  That being said I truly think he is open to anything, he is at a level in his life that he is able to do whatever he wants.  I certainly don't want to paint him as a nasty person which he certainly isn't.  But again why his silence on social media ?  I do think it's because he wants privacy but at the same time he could be more open to his fans if he wished.

5. Other stars do live random Instagrams with their fans.  You don't have to give anything away  & it wouldn't hurt him to do now & again.  Yet I don't think he wants to.  He did facetime interviews with DJ's in London who all happen to be his friends, but nothing to the people who give him the lifestyle he has become accustomed to.  

6. There are a few things in his past that don't sit right with me & again, I don't hate him, I find him very charismatic & alluring, but I certainly don't think he is anything personally like his fans think he is.  Anyways sorry for all the asks. 

okay so let me just start by sating you really probably could have gotten away with just one ask but since we here let’s go. 

second (okay last one fore i go in) is this a white? you can be honest. that’s not why I’m judging you I just have hunch.

Lemme just say I already can’t take you seriously if you gone sit up here and tell me wondee is awful. WHERE? Especially Four and Midnight Memories! I also can’t imagine being privileged enough to see their live performances with raw vocals repeatedly and still have the nerve to say with yo whole chest one d is awful. Especially in comparison to Harry!! Where are the vocals?? Where are the riffs??? Every time I see a solo Harry video It’s never about the amazing things he does with his voice, it’s always some joke he made, or his dancing, or how he messed up, or an outfit someone’s talking about. one time I saw where there was a difference between shows where he was louder in the latter bc of the confidence factor. Like?? Go girl Give us nothing!!!

And even with songs, you already said he ain’t all that! You already said he’s barely passable, You already know he’s not an artist so what exactly are you even holding on for?

I know you’ said he’s “the sexiest and most charismatic man on the planet” but I promise you that 1) no he’s not so don’t even lie like that 2) not even in his own band 3) not even in the music industry.

I pinky promise you there is better out there for you, hell there are better rich white man out there just waiting for you time, attention, and coin.

Rich white men who haven’t built stadiums that hurt the smaller stadium in the same town and only benefit the large artists who would be able to sell it out, who doesn’t associate with the Kardashian-Jenner clan, who are notoriously racist and elitist and make money off of doing so, white male artists who don’t travel across countries during a pandemic, seemingly doing the most to spread as many germs as possible, at a time when his home country is among the worst county handling the spread of a deadly virus. 

Other white men who are just straight up not Zionists, which I feel should have been the point where people were actually upset but apparently not because I see “free Palestine” this and that but then scroll down and see his ugly mug in a closeup (and not no old “oh he looks like a baby” picture neither, one of them recent “my name is earl” lookin ass photos, posted uncritically). Other white men who don’t use a deadly global pandemic to squeeze for coin out of folx, 

Other white men who aren’t okay with racism, transphobia, homophobia, Zionism, and would gladly denounce any fan who felt like that. 

Other white men who aren’t just using gender ambiguity as an aesthetic, and can actually recognize and use other pronouns besides he/she when prompted.

Other white men who hire black and brown people to work with and for them, and don’t just wait until the next blm wave to try and score brownie points with prominent (white approved) black people. Other white men Who don’t take that amazon money! Other white men who don’t buy your data to make more money! Side note please tell me we’re all still pissed about that???

Harry Styles is a Nasty Bitxh and will do anything to get what he truly wants: money and fame. If you can stan a husk of a man because you think he looks pretty and his scripted remarks from some of the best pr managers money can buy sound real good when he says them, do you boo. But please don’t try to make excuses for this ho. 

At the end of the day he might as well be Mr. Monopoly himself, and if that’s okay with you, that’s between you and your bank account, but I have to ask why you feel the need to defend him (especially seeing as he has an entire team of people to do that for him), and if all the defending is worth it. If you have to make this many allowances for him, is he really that great?

 If you keep turning a blind eye, at some point you just blind.

#hazza curly mchazzerson

[derl30]

ALTERED STATES REVIEW TIME!

OK, this tumblr is, today, a vehicle for me to review ALTERED STATES. And you (the one person who stumbled on this review two-hundred years from n- oh who am I kidding, when the aliens from A.I. who show up to thaw out Haley Joel Osment and the teddy bear who was the real hero of that movie find this) should be very excited about this. Because this movie is insane. And highly entertaining.

Yes, the movie poster looks like ass. If I told you this was a movie where William Hurt (not the William Hurt from that awful 90's Lost in Space remake, or the one who slept through an entire performance as Duke Leto in the Syfy miniseries of Dune. This is before the body snatchers got him) took ayahuasca and got in a isolation tank and it blew his mind so hard he started devolving into a neanderthal and creating dimensional portals and he couldn't stop because he was addicted to finding the truth of existence... Well you wouldn't get that from this poster, would you? So let's move on. Shall we?

The film opens in 1967 with William Hurt's character, psychopathologist Edward Jessup, already immersed in a sensory deprivation tank, whilst his colleague and “buddy” Bob Balaban (he's just Bob Balaban in everything I'm not giving you his character's name look it up yourself if it's bugging you so much) oversees.

Now, you may notice I put buddy in quotes. The reason for that is that Jessup is a self-obsessed ass who seemingly has no reason to be around other people unless he can expound to them one of his various monologues. Bob Balaban barely gets a word in edgewise throughout the entire film. Bob Balaban.

See, Jessup loves the sensory deprivation tank experience. Unsurprisingly, as it allows him to be completely alone with himself for hours.

Later, at perhaps the lamest party ever, a bunch of faculty are chilling out and listening to the Doors. Everyone we see is talking about Jessup. Why? Well, much as Jessup is obsessed with himself, everyone else seems to follow suit by being obsessed with him. One young woman, Emily, (Blair Brown) is introduced to him in this very shot below as he arrives at the party:

Notice how is framed in holy light? There is a closeup after, of him framed in blinding glowing light followed up with a zoom in on Emily's face, enraptured with this incredible dynamic man. So much so that the moment he tries to make a goddamn sandwich she starts grabbing his celery (get your mind out of the gutter) and flirting with him. Which for these two that means talking science, immediately. Talking more at each other than with each other. This is often the way with Paddy Chayefsky's scripts.

PAUSE

Paddy Chayefsky is doubtless one of the great American writers for the screen. He wrote Marty, The Hospital and Network (which is a fucking incredible piece of work). He got an Oscar for all three. He also wrote this movie (Altered States, remember? Good lord) and disowned it completely three weeks in to production. His scripts tend to have very intelligent, driven characters at the center, who monologue extensively at each other. These scripts are not attempting to sound naturalistic.

Ken Russell, however, directed the film. He, like Chayefsky, is top notch at what he does (Direct. I said he directed the film like a second ago, come on keep up). His films, like Women in Love, The Devils, (which was banned in several major countries upon release and has never been shown publicly in its full, uncut form (by the way it's a masterpiece)) the Who's Tommy, Gothic, and Lair of the White Worm are all fucking gonzo nuts. I mean like, when you gave this guy the reins, you were going to Overthetopsville and there will be no stops on this trip. And god bless! I love directors who GO for it!

You're getting the chance to make a movie. Stop hemming and hawing and hit me over the head with what you want to say! Film is a visual medium, USE IT!

I feel I might have made my feelings clear here. So, moving on...

Ken Russell and Paddy Chayefsky immediately started butting heads, right from the start. Chayefsky was a BIG deal, and he wanted control over the picture in a BIG way. Ken would listen to his suggestions on everything to lighting and set dressing, and politely tell him, “No.”, and continue being the director of the film. Chayefsky hated him pretty quickly.

He had much more control over films like The Hospital. Which, if you watch The Hospital, well, it shows. You've got great actors (George C. Scott, Dame Diana Rigg (Dame may be the greatest official title of all time)) saying great dialogue. But its just two very witty bitter people sort of expounding on topics and speaking at each other and suddenly admitting they are in love and discussing what drapes they will have to buy for their new home. It's utterly preposterous, and it doesn't work in the way Sidney Lumet got it to work in Network, by literally making one of the lead characters realize his life is turning into a ludicrous soap opera.

So of course Ken tried to humanize, naturalize, the dialogue sequences. And it works! The film feels more human than the Hospital or Network. Despite the fact that Jessup is literally becoming more and more inhuman throughout the film. One of the ways he does this is by having the character's eat, drink, and work on other things during the dialogue sequences. This is perfectly normal in film, it's called giving the actor “business” to do, during the scene. Chayefsky HATED this. “They are mumbling my precious dialogue! Chewing through it! Sucking it through a straw!” Sorry, Chayefsky buddy. It works for the picture. Chayefsky also felt the actors were too emotional with his dialogue. Right. See, they call that acting.

UNPAUSE

Which brings us back to the first meeting of Emily and Jessup at the party. They are eating during this important scene! I can just picture Chayefsky seeing this, and running to the studio brass to tattle and get Ken Russell fired (as he got Arthur Penn of Bonnie and Clyde fame fired before Ken Russell came on board).

Emily and Jessup are, true to Chayefsky form, extremely intelligent, driven people and hearing them discuss topics such as anthropology and schizophrenia is quite interesting. It's just that what is to come, film being a visual medium, will eclipse just about any dialogue, no matter how good, from our mind thingys.

The two give up on the science talk and go straight to banging on her couch. After, she asks what he was thinking about. His answer is priceless. “God. Jesus. Crucifixions.”

She smiles.

Bwahahaha! Oh Paddy Chayefsky, you sure know women.

He admits he used to have religious visions. She listens to him from the sweaty couch whilst he sits naked on the floor, and starts going on about his father's horrible death of cancer and his loss of faith. And he admits to her that he's a nut. Her response is to call him a fascinating bastard. I think Lucas may have taken notes for Padme and Anakin.

So naturally, they get married immediately.

But none of that matters because Jessup gets back in the sensory deprivation tank and has his first vision. A nightmare of his dying father and lost faith in christianity. It's pretty great, filled with foreboding hospital rooms, his father's face being covered in a burning Shroud of Turin, everything covered by horrible blood red clouds and then THIS FUCKING THING SHOWS UP AND ITS ALIVE AND WRIGGLING

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

excuse me...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The many-eyed goat is slaughtered over a gold bible and suddenly Jessups screwing Emily again and we enter a blood vessel looking thing and the vision ends and he never mentions this again. Oh. Okay,

Emily continues on about what a nut Jessup is as they make marriage plans. Her monologue:

“You're an unmitigated madman. You don't have to tell me how weird you are. I know how weird you are. I'm the girl in your bed the past two months. Even sex is a mystical experience for you. You carry on like a flagellant... Which can be very nice, but I sometimes wonder if it's me that's being made love to. I feel like I'm being harpooned by some raging monk in the act of receiving God. (Emphasis mine)

"And you are a Faust-freak Eddie! You'd sell your soul to find the great truth. Well, human life doesn't have great truths. We're born in doubt. We spend our lives persuading ourselves we're alive. And one way we do that is we love each other, like I love you. I can't imagine living without you. So let's get married, and if it turns out to be a disaster, it'll be a disaster.”

It's a disaster.

As in, by the next scene. It starts off happy enough looking, they have kids and people are smiling. And hey, wow it's seven years later! But, well, see, whoops, they are getting a divorce. Well, not they. See, he is divorcing her because he considers the seven years with her a complete waste.

She still loves him, desperately. He doesn't give a shit about her or the kids. He tells Bob Balaban this, straight up. And then starts bugging him about deprivation tanks and Hinchi Indians in South America who have sacred mushrooms that can really fuck you up.

It's at this point you would like for Jessup to be hit by a Mack truck. But the movie continues on. By the way, this is one of the kids he doesn't give a crap about:

That's right. Drew Barrymore's first role is a kid that William Hurt doesn't give a shit about. Something that William Hurt would make a career out of with narcoleptic performances in Lost in Space and Syfy's Dune. So, Emily takes the kids to Africa for her anthropology work while Jessup goes to South America to go deeper into his own creepy mind.

The Hinchi Indians agree to allow him to participate in the drug ritual. They enter their holy cave.

This shot is beautiful. At this point the film becomes increasingly gorgeous. Ken Russell has started to go into overdrive, ladies and gentlemen. Buckle. Your. Seatbelts.

The Indians grab Jessup's hand and cut him, freaking him out. They pour his blood into the drug mixture. They begin to drink. Then he takes a sip. The intensity of the film here has quadrupled. The vision begins, fireworks going off all around him. He sees cave paintings of humans and komodo dragons and this:

The proper life he left behind with Emily. He's convulsing, sweating. The Indians are all around, masked. Snakes. He's laughing in pain. Energy spills from the void. A snake under the parasol strikes and begins to strangle him. He and Emily march toward a nuclear explosion as energy pours from the cut on his hand, becoming a lizard. From within a sandstorm, Emily watches him, naked. Jessup looks at her, entranced, as the soothing sands cover them both, slowly.

It's a beautiful sequence. A perfect film sequence. I can't overstate how strong the vision sequences are from this point forward. Great visual effects work and the madman mind of Ken Russell create something unforgettable, with it's own pace, independent from the rest of the film.

Jessup awakens with a komodo dragon laying before him, ripped to pieces. The Indians and the others all claim he killed it in rage. Jessup remembers nothing, takes samples of the drug to reproduce it, and goes back home.

Back home, Jessup keeps doing as much of the drug as he can and having Bob Balaban record results. They can't up the dosage any more so Jessup hops back in to the self deprivation tank to create a more extreme experience.

In his next session, Jessup states he is having a vision of early man, hunting a deer and killing it. Suddenly he states he is one of them, killing the deer. He begins to grunt like an animal. The two pull him out. He's incredibly pale, blood seeping out of his mouth. He can't speak, and has difficulty breathing. He insists they do an X-ray. It shows that there is a vocalizing lump in the front part of his throat. Jessup claims that his body had begun to revert to a simian state. The medical doctor agrees, stating the throat X-rays looks like that of a gorilla.

Luckily his throat returns to normal. So Jessup finishes up his day by having over a student of his and sleeping with her.

Our hero, people!

At this point we hardly feel sorry for him as his body suddenly begins to twist and bulge in the middle of the night, shifting in and out of neanderthal shapes. It's a horrific sequence, disturbing as hell. You certainly didn't expect the film to shift into body horror.

Jessup feels normal after a while. but sees visions of lava explosions, the birthing of the Earth all around him. Not a good sign.

He goes to pick up Emily from the airport the next day. She asks how he is doing.

“Oh, fine.”

Yeah right.

Emily has been told what Jessup has been doing and is worried, which of course pisses off Jessup even more. The guy is obviously obsessed with reaching the truth and root of existence, much as Emily surmised earlier, and we see he has no fear of even losing his own soul, again true to her word. The only thing that allows us to give a shit about him at this point is that Emily cares for him and she's decent people, okay?

So back Jessup goes into the tank with his ayahuasca or whatever it is. Alone. The tank door opens from the inside.

The hand that pushes it open is covered in thick hair. He's devolved.

Ape-Jessup escapes the tank room and chases a janitor around the building. Again, this scene is fucking freaky as hell. We can't get a good look at this screaming animal that was Jessup.

The janitor gets a guard to help and chases after him into the boiler room, where we finally get a good look at him when he assaults the security guard and escapes.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Ape-Jessup runs through the city at night, making his way to the zoo where he kills a antelope and eats it. The Ape-Jessup sequence goes on way too long, but is nonetheless unforgettable. The makeup is much more convincing than the above picture suggests, and whoever performed Ape-Jessup did an admirable job.

The cops find an unconscious Jessup in the zoo and bring him in. Emily picks him up and questions him. Jessup admits everything that he can remember. He also admits that he probably killed that security guard. And once again doesn't seem to give a shit. Prick. He calls it the most supremely satisfying time of his life.

Even Emily seems disgusted with him. But, she's also fascinated with what he's accomplished. As an anthropologist, his transformation fascinates her. And so, she agrees to help oversee his next session. Big mistake.

Before the big session Emily and Jessup romantically reconnect, and then into the climactic session we go!

Get your popcorn ready!

After a few hours in to the session, the video monitor shows Jessup begin to literally melt apart like goo, reverting to primordial ooze, the very beginning of existence. An attempt to open the isolation tank doors blasts everyone unconscious, as light and energy pour forth. Emily is the only one left. She sees Jessup's life energy pulse from within the tank.

Rain pours down around them. The pipes on the walls twist and turn like jelly. The ground is covered with a pool of swirling fog and energy. Emily advances toward the vortex of the tank.

In the emptiness of the beginning of everything, Emily seizes the energy before her and reconstitutes Jessup.

They take him home. While he sleeps, Emily rages over the fact that she loves such a insane bastard, and can't get over him. And, then, after Bob Balaban leaves, leaving Emily alone, Jessup wakes up.

He sweetly admits that the truth he learned was that there was no learnable truth, just unknowable horror, and all that's real is human experience. And he'll be a good boy from now on. Well too bad!

Because that horrible truth isn't done with him, and it's back to goo-Jessup! Emily tries to help him, grabbing him, but this in turn effects her, turning her into a shimmering lava form of herself. Both of them begin to self-destruct as Jessup, enraged, watching her in pain, struggles to retake his humanity, slamming himself into the wall, reforming himself through sheer will and physicality. He grabs her and brings her back, mirroring what she did for him during the final session. They embrace naked in the hallway. He finally admits, “I love you, Emily.”

Fade to credits.

Awww true love!

What can I say to sum up? Awesome 80's practical effects. Genius wacko go-for-it Ken Russell directing. Out of this world vision sequences. A awake and actually remarkable performance from William Hurt. An occasionally turgid but often fascinating script by the ever ornery Paddy Chayefsky. Whats not to like?

Well, the ending is a little rushed. The ape sequence goes on for a little too long and takes up perhaps too much of the films overall running time. The central love story is, well... a little hard to swallow, but hey, I guess there really is somebody out there for everyone. Even self-absorbed, deadbeat, cheating, sensory deprivation loving, ayahuasca dropping, Harvard teachers with a messiah complex!

And on that note, aliens from A.I. Artifical Intelligence, have a good day, and don't leave poor Teddy alone with no one to keep him company!

Sayonara!

#altered states #ken russell #movies #review #funny?

[ycmiis-blog]

now recording {chapter two}

When upcoming YouTuber Lucy Heartfilia finds herself collaborating with popular channel Fairy Tail, she ends up getting more than she bargained for. ( ff.net // ao3 )

( ONE )

i didn’t mean to update this quickly it’s 2:30am and it just sorta...happened. my b. but anyway, enjoy a just dance competition because??? why not??

"Alright, it's time to plan our schedule for the next month."

There's a collective groan from almost everyone in the meeting room. The only exceptions are Erza, who was the one that spoke, Freed, Mirajane, and Kinana. Natsu holds his head in his hands at the horrifying thought of planning. He knows that being such a successful channel comes with baggage like this, but he prefers to leave the planning to the others, like Erza and Mira, who actually know what they're doing. He would rather just show up, record, then go off and have some fun.

"C'mon, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave," Laxus grumbles. "What do we need to plan? Just Fairy Family Friday? What else?"

"Fairy Family Friday for the next month at least," Erza starts, sitting in her chair at the head of the table. "And the gaming channel is going to need someone to fill in for a bit since Alzack and Bisca have appointments most days next week."

Bisca rests her hands on her swollen belly as Alzack says, "I will know if any of you touch anything on my desk. And that includes people already part of the gaming channel." He sends Bickslow a look, but the man in question feigns ignorance, whistling to complete the look until Evergreen nudges him in the side.

"I'll do it!" Cana volunteers, and if Erza hadn't confiscated her alcohol at the start of the meeting, she'd likely raise it like a toast. "I live with these idiots," she gestures to Natsu and Gray, "so I know what I'm doing. Get ready for some Grand Theft Drunk Driving!"

For the first time since the meeting started, Natsu grins. "Hell yeah! You sure you don't wanna practice at home? I'm gonna kick your ass, you know."

Cana whacks him in the head. "Don't be stupid, I'm great at games. Who dominates Rainbow Road back at the apartment? Hmm?"

Natsu bows his head. "You do."

"Exactly."

Natsu starts to retort, but Mirajane interrupts before he can. "Sorry, changing the subject! Can I propose a guest for Fairy Family Friday?"

Erza seems surprised by the sudden change of topic, but seems to welcome it. "Go ahead."

"Well, you know Lucy, the girl Levy did that collab with? She, Lisanna, and I have all been fans of her for so long, and we'd love to have her on, please, please please?" Mira bats her eyelashes, even though she knows it won't work on Erza. It's just Mirajane being Mirajane. "She's already met a couple of us, so it's not like she's a total stranger. Levy even has her number!"

When Levy smiles and raises her phone, Erza nods. "Alright, why not? I don't know which night you want to invite her to, but if she's anything like you guys, then perhaps Singstar or Just Dance?"

"Why not both?" Lisanna suggests, and the gleam in her and Mira's eyes are not to be trusted. There are many things that go over Natsu's head on a daily basis, but everyone in Fairy Tail knows never to trust the Strauss sisters when they're up to something. Is it Lucy? What did she ever do to them? Though if Levy's in on it, it can't be all bad. If he can't trust the sisters, he'll have to put his faith in Levy.

Erza also looks suspicious, but she has no reason not to let Lucy come both days, so she says, "Sure, I trust Levy will be able to get in touch with Lucy and fill her in?"

"Yep, leave it to me!" Levy says, and that's the end of that, but the meeting continues.

Fairy Family Fridays are always filmed exactly one week in advance. It's the only day of the week where everyone is free to participate, and so when Fridays roll around, everyone sets the lounges up on set as well as the game or activity they're doing. This week is Just Dance, and Natsu is pumped up. It's not his area of expertise by any means, but he's confident that he can beat Gray, at the very least. And that's all he needs.

He's helping Elfman connect the PS4 to the TV when he hears an unfamiliar voice from the entrance (he's memorised everyone's voices, it's kind of his thing) and looks up. There's Lucy, looking slightly overwhelmed as Mira welcomes her inside, and he vaguely remembers Levy mentioning that she films at her house, not a studio. It might even be her first time at an actual studio, and he can understand how she feels. He was the same when he was first introduced to the building he calls his home away from home.

They start soon enough, all of them sitting down in the spacious set, some on the floor and others on the actual chairs. Lucy is instructed to hide behind the sofas until she's introduced and she laughs, but complies as Warren does the countdown until they start.

Three, two, one.

"Hellooooooo, Fairies!" Mira says. She's considered the face of the channel, considering her modelling contract and unwavering charisma. "We're back with Fairy Family Friday, and today we have a very special guest with us! Drum roll, please!"

The rest of the group slams their hands and feet against anything they can touch until Mira signals for them to stop. "The one and only, Lucy Heartfilia!"

Lucy pops up from behind the couch and the group applauds, Cana even drunkenly cheering for her. Natsu notices just how composed she is in front of the camera. Despite filming in front of so many people with no real script to work on, she's doing fantastically. But it's early days. Perhaps she's just a really good actress.

Mira waits until Lucy squishes between Evergreen and Lisanna before continuing. "Today we'll be playing Just Dance, since all of you love watching us make fools of ourselves so much that you requested it nonstop! We'll be participating in teams of four, and the team that scores the most points wins!"

"We had to kick Vijeeter out 'cause otherwise he'd kick our asses," Gray calls out, and everyone laughs as Vijeeter pretends to be offended from behind Reedus' lighting panel.

"I've already decided your teams for maximum entertainment," Mira says, and there are a few protests, but she doesn't let up. That's Mira for you. "As much as I would love to separate the Raijinshu, I also can't wait to see them dance together, because we all know that's disastrous, so they're team one. Team two is Elfman, Lisanna, Kinana, and Laki. Team three is Levy, Jet, Droy, and Alzack. Team four is Natsu, Gray, Erza, and Lucy, and team five is Cana, Nab, Max, and myself!"

Natsu whines. "No, don't put me on the same team as the ice princess!"

"The fuck did you say, flame brain?!" Gray shouts from the opposite couch, but Cana uses her high heels to stab him into sitting back down. He yelps and Natsu laughs in satisfaction.

Erza swivels around to face both of them. "Are you two going to fight? I won't have any fighting in my team."

Natsu and Gray both squeak and sit up straight. Some of the other suppress giggles, including Lucy, whose eyes are flickering between the three of them in amusement. At least she's not finding them to be weird. He supposes that would make her just as weird, wouldn't it?

"Alright, team one is up first!"

Erza's intimidation is forgotten for the moment as Laxus and his team rise to the challenge. Everyone knows that Laxus has never been fond of Just Dance, mainly because he thinks he looks like an idiot (which he does) and because he's the worst one out of his team. Bickslow is enthusiastic, but he doesn't have the best coordination, and he happens to make up random moves as he goes along. Evergreen is decent enough, but her heels probably aren't helping. It's Freed that's the most graceful, though, and at least three quarters of their score is thanks to him.

"Seriously, dude, how do you do that?" Bickslow asks as they return to their couch. Freed just smirks and shrugs.

Elfman, Lisanna, Kinana, and Laki take centre-stage next. Elfman is hopeless when it comes to Just Dance, so it's really up to the other three to carry them through. Lisanna is light on her feet, though she sometimes moves too far to the side, bumping into people as she goes along. Kinana is a bit too slow, quickly getting confused with the dance moves and rushing to start the next one when she takes too long. Laki is probably the best of the team, but only by a little. They quickly overtake the Raijinshu, much to Bickslow's complaints.

Next is team three, and Natsu knows how this one plays out before it even starts. Jet is going to be too fast, Droy is going to be too slow, and Levy is going to be just right, providing the PS4 doesn't have an issue with her height. It happens sometimes, and he knows she hates it. Alzack does his moves half-heartedly until Bisca shouts from beside Vijeeter to put more effort into it, and he actually becomes a reasonable player. They still take last place.

"Avenge me, Lu-chan!" Levy cries dramatically, flopping into Lucy's arms, and Natsu has to wonder how they managed to become such good friends in such a short amount of time.

Lucy promises to do as Levy wishes, and soon she and Natsu are joining Erza and Gray in front of the screen. Erza insists on having Gray on one end and Natsu on the other, which Natsu takes as an insult to his self-control, but he doesn't dare defy Erza. No one defies Erza.

"Our guest gets to pick the song," Erza says, allowing Lucy to have free reign.

Lucy decides on a girl group song that Natsu only vaguely recognises, but he has no time to dwell on it. He starts dancing, his expression one of complete concentration, and he's only somewhat aware of those around him. He knows that Gray is most likely being lazy with all his moves for the sake of his cool and collected image and that Erza is giving it her all. Sometimes she even shouts for them all to step it up. Lucy, who is right next to him, doesn't seem focused, but only because she doesn't need to be. She's grinning and having a good time, getting perfect scores. She's doing better than all of them.

"Go, Lucy!" Levy cheers from behind them, and that only seems to encourage Lucy more.

When the song ends, they bump themselves up to first place and Natsu lets out a big whoop, high-fiving Lucy. "Nice, you carried us through!" He looks over at Erza. "Can we keep her?"

Lucy bursts out laughing, her face flushed from what Natsu assumes is embarrassment as she rushes over to Levy and gives her a hug.

"Celebrate while you can, buddy," Cana says, stepping forward. She hasn't taken her shoes off, nor has she put her flask down. She only lets it go when Mira snatches it out of her hands. "Our team has myself and Mira. We're gonna kick your ass. And so are the boys, as long as Nab gets off his lazy butt and stops just staring at the screen." She lightly kicks Nab in the back.

Natsu doesn't want to admit it, but Cana and Mira are good. Max isn't half bad either. Nab needs work, but he's better than he was last time they played, so Natsu can't help but be slightly proud. If only they weren't about to completely destroy their score.

Team five takes first place and both Natsu and Gray groan in unison, only to glare at each other afterwards. It's lucky - for everyone else, anyway - that Erza's between them to stop them from starting an all-out brawl. And he's sure that Cana wouldn't want anyone stealing the limelight of her victory away, either. She can be petty like that.

"Winneeeeerrrrrrs!" Cana says, sliding onto her knees and playing the air guitar. She then turns to Gray and Natsu with a sly grin. "I'm the winner, so you have to do all my chores this weekend."

They groan again.

Once filming is officially over, everyone usually pitches in to get some dinner, which is exactly what they do tonight. Subway sandwiches are on the menu, and since they were in last place during the game, it becomes team three's job to write down all their orders and carry them all back to the studio. This leaves Lucy without anyone she really knows, so Natsu decides to take the initiative and sit beside her as they wait for their meals. It's the least he can do when she worked so hard for their team.

"That was fun, right?" he says, practically falling on the couch beside her.

She's startled for a moment before she turns, and she laughs lightly. "It was! Other than the collab with Levy, I'd never filmed with anyone before. And definitely not with so many people. It was fun."

He looks at her, surprised. "Wait, really? I just sorta assumed you were hella popular with all these collabs and stuff since you're a natural on camera. And Levy, Mira, and Lisanna are always talking about your videos, so I thought you were used to it. Do you do YouTube full time?"

The smile she gives him is regretful. "I wish, but no. I haven't been able to find another place in my area that allows pets, or that I'll be able to afford if I quit my current job. It's either one or the other."

"Does it have to be in that area?" Natsu asks, tilting his head. "I mean, Levy said you were, like, an hour away or something, right? Wouldn't it be easier to move closer to here?"

Lucy looks at him, blinking, and it takes him a moment to realise where he went wrong. She may be here today, but she's not actually part of Fairy Tail. She doesn't have any reason to live in the area. She just blended in so well with everyone else that he, once again, made an assumption. He can almost hear Gray's voice in his head calling him an idiot.

But before he can rectify his mistake, Lucy just shrugs and looks straight ahead, out the window. There's not much to see, just the car park. "Well, there's nothing in particular tying me to where I am now, I guess. I could pretty much up and move anywhere if I had to."

"So, why not live around here?"

Both of them look up at Mirajane as she sits beside Lucy, a smile on her face as she continues. "We'd love to have you here. You fit right in with us! And it's always nice to have another makeup and fashion girl with us."

Lucy looks like a fish, her mouth opening and closing, and Natsu can just imagine the little bubbles and beady little eyes. "Wait -- wait, would that be okay? To be one of you, to be here -- I wouldn't want to disturb -- I mean -- you all just met me --"

Natsu decides to take the initiative just as team three walks in the door. "Hey, guys! How do you feel about Lucy joining us as a member of Fairy Tail?!"

There's a chorus of cheers and Natsu laughs as he watches Lucy's eyes grow even wider. Alzack drops her sandwich into her lap, but she barely notices. Natsu laughs as she tries to find something, anything, to focus on, but ends up looking like a lost child at a carnival. Mira seems to take pity on her, patting her back and readjusting her sandwich so it won't fall off her legs.

"Just think about it, alright?" she says. "We're a pretty relaxed group around here."

Lucy lets out a shaky laugh, but her eyes are lit up like fireworks. "No kidding."

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #GUILD SHENANIGANS #**myfanfic #**nowrecording

[vickiexz]

i'm so confused that i can't help but ask wth happened that roman reigns isn't popular anymore??

oh sweet summer child

roman reigns’ “popularity” is a very complicated beast. he’s popular in the sense that he is one the wwe’s biggest merch movers, is consistently highlighted in shows and ppvs, and has a pretty decent following among young kids and ladies. which by company standards is enough. but for smart ass fans who think they know everything about wrestling and how the wwe should be run, it’s not.

for what it’s worth, a big part of the blame lies with the wwe. vince mcmahon saw that roman was big, pretty, homegrown and had a family pedigree within the company, and strapped a rocket to him before he was ready. when he was with the shield, he was fine. people loved him as the big silent powerhouse as long as he had the dynamic of seth rollins and dean ambrose to bounce off of, and the crowd went bananas whenever he wrecked shit (they still do, honestly). his problems started when they split about three years ago, and his weaknesses became more apparent. he’s a brilliant athlete and fast learner, but he doesn’t have the agile diverse moveset of some indie worker who’s been wrestling since he was a teenager. he’s also a naturally quiet person who doesn’t do well having to recite long monologues in front of a huge crowds, but the wwe kept on writing bad scripts for him that he didn’t have the mic skills to make work, and the audience ripped him apart for it.

then he got hurt. he spent six months out recovering from hernia surgery, and when he got back he got the superstar of the year award at the slammy’s (which is a fake awards show that supposedly is determined by fan votes). unsurprisingly, the audience called bullshit. it was pretty obvious at that point that the wwe was trying to convince its audience that roman was something that he was not simply by saying so, which pissed a lot of people off. they also were giving him the misguided superman treatment - trying to show the audience that he was dominant and impressive by having him never lose cleanly, but then not giving him any real or consistent character development that would make him a heroic figure. instead, his characterization mostly made him look arrogant and bland.

this is where shit gets weird. roman got better. being dropped into the frying pan at first didn’t agree with him, but he adapted. now he consistently puts on excellent matches with fan favorite wrestlers. the writing of the show has also figured out how to better work with him, by giving him short and sweet promos, and capitalizing on the beastly nature of his physicality and style of wrestling. the writing isn’t perfect, but that’s a problem consistent through all of the wwe’s shows and characters, and isn’t exclusive to roman.

but the audience doesn’t seem to care about any that. or at least, a certain portion of the audience that is very very noisy did not. most people who are actually interested in, you know, enjoying wrestling and having a good time have figured out that they can just relax, watch roman work and cheer him. but there’s a lot of people that are extremely invested in being right, and having already decided on a point of view, don’t want to give up on it. they want want to act like they know more about the wwe than the wwe, and never want to be worked, because who wants to be a mark and admit they’re doing exactly what a big fat company is telling them to do? they insist that roman is still being “shoved down our throats,” that he can’t wrestle, that he’s not worthy of the position he’s in in the company, and they give him endless shit for it. the vitriol spikes during wrestlemania season, which roman has main evented for the past three years, and this year he got the honor of facing the undertaker in what was most likely his last match ever, which sent his hater through the roof. it’s now pretty much expected that whenever roman walks out, he will be faced with a tsunami of boos, and there isn’t a whole lot any one can do to change that.

there’s also a lot of sexism involved. smarks will say shit like “only women like roman, and it’s just because he’s hot,” as though women’s role in the fandom is illegitimate and male fans have never found a female wrestler attractive. like i said, it’s complicated, and it’s at a level now that’s pretty disgusting. kids at wrestling shows who just want to enjoy themselves and cheer for roman end up getting intimidated by older men who shout them down. roman’s older brother just passed away really suddenly and twitter was riddled with assholes saying it should’ve been him instead. but sure, yeah, it’s the “booking” that they hate, and yet you cheer vince mcmahon when he shows up.

sorry i wrote a book as a response, it’s one of the most talked about issues in all of wrestling, and there’s some incredible articles and threads written about it (personal favorites are lady j’s building an empire series which she sadly hasn’t finished yet, and tim kail’s “you will keep booing roman reigns and it will change nothing” which is amazing). and i haven’t even touched the racist aspects of it. a lot of people say that best way to remedy the situation is turn roman heel (make him a bad guy so that the boos will actually be justified). that might have been a viable option maybe a year ago, but the wwe knows what they want from roman now, and they’re getting it. and with the audience acting as predictable as they are now they know exactly how to control them. so one way or another, everyone’s getting worked.

#bonnienoise #roman reigns #basically fandom is awful and its worse when the characters are actual people

[duhragonball]

The thing about part 5 is (granted I'm a anime-only with some manga knowledge) it's Araki's experimentation phase. He tries to explore the boundaries of what he can do with stands. Also David Productions loves part 5. The eastern fandom love part 3 and 5 while the western prefers 2,4,6 and 7 in general.

Sorry this took so long to answer, but I was waiting until I was done with Part 5 so I could respond to this properly.The problem I have with that idea is that experiments are supposed to be well-documented. Like the man said, the difference between science and screwing around is *writing things down.*To me, the actual hook of Part 5 was the mafia theme, the idea of a morally ambiguous JoJo isolated from the rest of the JoJo World embroiled in a power struggle rather than a quest to save the world. But a lot of that got lost along the way, mainly because the villain ended up being so powerful that defeating him became tantamount to a quest to save the world. Giorno fancies himself a crook with a sense of honor, but the only real crime he commits in the story is stealing Koichi's stuff. I'm supposed to be suspicious of his motives because he's Dio's son, but that relationship is overlooked in favor of playing up his resemblance to the other JoJos.This isn't to say that Part 5 is *bad*; I enjoyed it a lot. The problem is that it really didn't utilize the gangster theme as much as I would have liked. A lot of Part 5 feels like a retread of Parts 3 and 4. The Boss feels a lot like a combination of Dio and Kira, the good guys' travels remind me a lot of the Stardust Crusaders' journey to Egypt, and a lot of the characters seemed to echo the quirky personalities in Morioh.The main difference is that the Stands are more complicated in Part 5, probably because Araki realized he was entering his third arc of Stand Users and he didn't want to get complacent. After all, he introduced Stands in Part 3 to shake things up. The big thing I picked up on early in VA was that Giorno's Gold Experience breaks the mold. Star Platinum is a big blue muscleman who can kick your ass. Crazy Diamond is a big *pink* muscleman who can kick your ass *and* put it back together again. Both are very simple, easy-to-understand power sets. They work, but a third one of these would probably get tiresome. I feel like Araki wanted to make Gold Experience a little more diversified, something physically weaker but with a broader range of abilities.But if you're going to do that, then you have to define those abilities very carefully. More importantly, you have to communicate them to the reader. There's a reason Superman is such a popular character. He's extremely powerful, but those powers are very simple and easily digestible. He can fly. He's super strong. Super speed and super breath are mostly just outgrowths of his strength. Actually so is flight, since the original version of Superman could only jump really high, and this eventually evolved until he could stay airborne. X-ray vision was probably the biggest curve ball they ever threw at the guy. Once upon a time, he could just see really well in the dark, and then someone decided he could see through things too. Then someone got the science confused and decided he has to shoot X-rays out of his eyes in order to do that, and this morphed into a separate power: heat vision. But all of this developed very slowly across a decade, and then stayed stable ever since. In 1997, DC Comics tried to experiment with the concept by changing Superman's powers into something completely unrecognizable. In essence, he became an energy being with energy manipulation powers. So instead of flying he could zap himself to another location as a bolt of lightning. Instead of super strength he could move heavy things with EM fields. The idea was to make Superman's life difficult by forcing him to do the same work with unfamiliar abilities. Readers hated this storyline for two major reasons.First, DC never clearly defined what the new powers were or how they worked. This was probably because none of the characters really knew either, so there was never a chance to have one of them tell the audience what the deal was. Superman was supposed to figure it out for himself, except he kind of half-assed it. Once he figured out how to use his new powers to replicate his old abilities, he stopped worrying about it. So you'd see all these comics with "New" Superman flying and punching things just like the "Classic" Superman used to do, only now he was using magnetism to do it all.Second, DC never bothered to explain why his powers changed or how they changed back. He just turned into pure electricity one day, and then a year later he nearly got himself killed saving the world, only to wind up back to his old self, no explanation given. The whole thing was a non-story, because the mystery of the power change was never investigated. Superman just shrugged and kept doing what he always did in spite of the mild inconvenience.I feel the same way about Giorno's Gold Experience as it compares to Star Platinum and Crazy Diamond. Giorno has a broad range of abilities, and he develops new ones as the story progresses, but there's never any explanation for *how* he learns these new applications for his powers. Also, he seems to forget abilities he used earlier in the story. His living constructs reflect any attack back upon the attacker, so why didn't he use that against Notorious B.I.G. instead of cutting off his own arms? I know I'm nitpicking, but the problem is that I can't tell if Araki forgot about this or if he has a good explanation and I just missed it. And this is where people will tell me that I read the "Bad" translation of Part 5, but there's been a "Good" translation out for a long time, and people *still* can't make sense of King Crimson's ability. He can erase up to ten seconds of time, but how did he get all of his stuff out of his hotel room before the maid came in? There's no way he did all that in ten seconds. This leads me to believe there's simply a communication gap baked into the original script. No translation is going to fix it.The point here is that Star Platinum and Crazy Diamond and their ilk never gave me this kind of difficulty. I'm pretty sure I could read a lousy scanlation of Part 3 in broken English and still figure out that The World stops time. Now, to be fair, I do find a certain charm in Part 5's inexplicable powers, because in the end it's all just metaphor anyway. Giorno's the hero, and somehow he finds a way to beat a seemingly invincible bad guy through perseverance, sacrifice, and teamwork, just like all the other JoJos before him. *How* he does it is less important than *why* he's doing it, and that message stands out more when you can't tell what the hell is going on, which is kind of an anime tradition, I guess...

#2017jjbaliveblog #golden wind

[maddy-ferguson]

byler tumblr in june: will doesn't have internalized homophobia, that's mike.

byler tumblr on july 1st: oh, will does have internalized homophobia after all. this is terrible.

byler tumblr in august: oh, will really does have internalized homophobia after all. this is terrible.

byler tumblr after scriptgate: will doesn't have internalized homophobia, that's mike.

#like come on guys #byler tumblr come s5: oh will did have internalized homophobia all this time. this is terrible. #i do think the van scene isn't just about him being gay because it's not it's about the fact that he IS different like no one has gone #through what he's gone through the gayest person on earth couldn't understand how he feels because it's not solely about being gay which is #why he's talking about el's feelings thinking he knows how she feels (and he does to a certain extent he just got the mike part wrong) #because they're similar in a having gone through awful things related to the upside down that no one else not even each other can really #understand way but like. obviously he's not trying to not be gay like mike is. but believe it or not. that's not the only way internalized #homophobia can manifest lol. growing up gay and getting bullied for it (directly might i add) will make you feel some type of way even if #you have a supportive family #crazy that two people could have internalized homophobia at once i know. especially IN THE 80S. it's very hard to grasp #also the script was real like his ass hates who he is i'm sorry guys #and like i say: brf slt