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youranxiousnerd · 3 years

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The Transformation Thoughts

bc hsmtmts said gay rights

spoilers below

yesss seb doing the recap

wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug

cow baby!!!

wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation

Natalie is back!!

ej and ricky with the mask

kourtney’s outfit!!!

ashlyn’s outfit...

ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works

RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?!

i love it

ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise

ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL

like pop off

ricky and the mask

that mask is the true villain in season 2

“Belle, I-” flops

Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle

how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god

the cap

that damn mask

“It’s okay, it was just my face”

Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread

finally some ashlyn and ricky content

“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?

“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”

Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager

“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest

“There is math involved”

“OH”

sassy seb

i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!

and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do.

the crew cannot be that bad

btw here are my thoughts on this scene

guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours

portwell shoulder bump

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU

OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS

WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!

I WANT ANSWERS

i. cannot. with. this. show.

lily wtf

“is this too weird” yes

like why?

lily like actually shut up

big red’s “wtf”

let her be evil damnit

“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why

that was really weird, anyways

“he gets weird around tools”

me too

no give big red the drill he knows how to use it

someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run

why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope

“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”

“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”

HE DID THE FINGER GUNS

GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH

ashlyn’s bucket

CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT

OH MY GOD

they’re so gay soulmates

let big red have his skateboards

“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown

wait they havent talked in a week

Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years

“You’re still at school”

“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”

such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)

“ah, Sebby”

“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug

the girls ship seblos

“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”

alright here come the tears

why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!

“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”

shiz that hit close to home.

Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?

wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people.

“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”

it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic

Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic

and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej?

Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.

“The farmer type”

Ash and Red exchanging gossip

wait... why are they texting about this?

“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?”

“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY

RICKY!!!!!!!!!!

!!!

carlos and gina chaotic siblings

give ej a hug

“Sweet boy”

im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.

Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.

“Verging on failure”

jennzara therapy

slowwww burn

you go from hand holding to fist bump

disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”

so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?

do not play let you go for nini

do. not.

“You guys are a hallmark movie”

for once ricky is being smart

“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles

he is so whipped

“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”

that was so sweet and then there is bro

i love this show

“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro”

him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship

i love ricky in this scene

“Yeah, let’s just write”

ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW

nina shut the actual hell up

“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood

“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING

GAHHHH

I LOVE IT

howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening

“and begging”

“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.

he is so awkward around seb

it’s like a switch

“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU

GINA HONEY!!!

AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE

PORTWELL YESSSS

gina’s little run

“Am I in trouble?”

they’re so nervous

oh my god its time

“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG

can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?

“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”

seb is so whipped like look at him?

they’re so in love

seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”

the hands omfg

oh my god they’re going to dance

SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS

I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GOD

SHIT GUYS IM DYING

gah the hands i cant

carlos is leading i love it

the tie

a tie just killed me

im combusting

You’re honor, they’re in love

i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later

i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.

THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

damnit big red

big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season

in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.

I...I love it

the lyrics are perfect

In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season

“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”

these boys are just serenading each other left and right

“Yeah”

so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?

I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke.

In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).

“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars

BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage

Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper

“Bro”

you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!

im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM

you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle

gahhh

RICKY

OH MY FRICKING GOD

NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF

WTF WAS THAT ENDING

UMMMMM NO

i legit have no words oh my god

they just killed the lead

you guys saw the rope you should have ran

you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case

rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging

EAST HIGH WTF

Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER

My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.

To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover

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fakecrfan · 4 years

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I see sooo many time travel fix it fics for the Magnus Archives. It’s gotten me thinking about my own little scenario. Where Martin dies and Jon goes back in time from the apocalypse (as is standard) hopeful and determined to Fix Everything and… well.

When Carlos Vittery’s statement comes up, Jon has already decided long in advance how he is going to deal with it. Martin suffered from the whole Prentiss incident. There is no need to put him through that again. So, Jon gets rid of the statement. Doesn’t even record it. Now Martin will be safe and happy.

Jon forms a simple but effective plan to get rid of Prentiss without being marked. It involves a lot of fire. After all his failures from the previous timeline, he has learned. To his own surprise, he carries out his plan successfully alone.

Then… well. He stumbles back into the archives after that whole chase, tired, and instinctively goes up to Martin and…

...and Martin leans away where he’s sitting, almost cringing as he withdraws from Jon’s presence.

“Uh, Jon?’’ he asks. “Something wrong?’’

Jon hadn’t exactly paid attention to Martin before the whole Prentiss thing in the past timeline. He had never noticed exactly how… timid Martin had been around him, before. Now that he is zeroed in on all things Martin, he can see it--fists clenching, shoulders hunching to make himself small.

To this Martin, Jon is still the boss who yells and makes snide remarks at him. Martin is nervous to please his boss--but also just nervous around him in general.

Jon backs off.

“Nothing,’’ he says quickly. “I’m just...tiring weekend.’’

He decides to wait. To ease off and lighten up until Martin is comfortable around him. It will happen. It happened before, and Jon can wait.

From there--small talk. Questions about Martin’s life. But everything just… lands flat. Jon knows Martin too well. He knows that Martin is giving evasive non-answers to everything he asks.

Jon tries compliments.

“Excellent work on the followup,’’ he says.

Martin doesn’t look happy, or even relieved. Just confused. Nervous. “Thanks?’’

Jon can wait. Jon does wait. He slowly amps up the friendly behavior to all staff, doing his best not to single out Martin in an uncomfortable way. He gives compliments. He asks Friendly questions. It all comes out stiff and forced.

The table to which the NotThem is bound arrives. Jon takes appropriate precautions. Now, he decides, Sasha won’t look at it and be taken. No one will. He steals it away from the Institute, puts it in a crate, fills the crate with cement, and drops the whole mess into the ocean--all successfully carried out alone.

He itches to confide in Martin. But Martin still is the same around him. Always shrinking back or leaning away.

“I don’t get it,’’ Jon overhears Martin confiding to Sasha. “Just overnight he seemed like a completely different person. And he’s all--’’

“Maybe something happened in his personal life,’’ Sasha says. “You never know.’’

“It’s weird. He keeps asking me things and I don’t know what expects...?’‘

Jon’s heart sinks. But he decides he can wait.

He gets less pushback from Elias than he expected. Elias, after all, is not working on his apocalyptic project on a deadline. He is immortal. He is used to taking his time. The last few archivists took decades to achieve powers, so he doesn’t expect Jon to progress very quickly. Jon obfuscates ignorance and skepticism every step of the way to slow things down, and Elias is too lazy in his assumptions to check Jon’s mind. Jon can keep this charade going for decades, if he plays his cards right.

So, after the threat of NotThem is dealt with… things are peaceful.

There is no discovery of Gertrude’s body. No murder of Jurgen Leitner. No being framed for the murder and running after Jude Perry or Mike Crew. In lieu of all of this, working at the archives becomes practically a fantasy. Slow. Peaceful. Plenty of time to set up his own machinations to prevent Jonah’s apocalypse. Perfect, except--

Except Martin.

It takes Jon embarrassingly long to realize that Martin falling in love with him was not a fixed event. He had never known before the exact moment Martin had fallen in love with him, when nervous desire to please had turned into something deeper. He had never asked Martin what exact sequence of events had led to that development.

He had taken Martin’s love for granted.

As though it had been some sort of fairytale magic that bound them. As though it had been love at first sight, or fate. A damn foolish mistake for a cynic.

Now, whatever sequence of events had led to that blossoming has been disrupted. Jon is simply… a boss who used to terrorize Martin, and now is acting nicer.

“Nicer’’ is not a trait that makes one fall in love.

“Hey,’’ Tim asks Jon one day. “For a month or so I just thought you were having some weird manic moodswing or something but now I gotta ask… did you have a near-death experience? Convert to some new religion?’’

“Uh,’’ Jon shakes his head confused. “No?’’

“Okay, because you have been acting weirdly nice,’’ Tim says. “I think you’re scaring Martin with it. He’s half-convinced you’ve been replaced by some weird doppelganger like in Amy Patel’s statement.’’

That actually hurts. But Jon makes a face and bites out the lie he has prepared. “...I started therapy, actually.’’’

Tim claps his back, and congratulates him.

“Just don’t scare Martin too bad, okay?’’ Tim said. “He’s delicate, alright? The unexpected freaks him out. He… he takes a bit to believe niceness, you know?’’

Jon nods, and does not take note of the warmth in Tim’s eyes.

The word about his therapy excuse gets around. Jon hopes that will ease some nerves--but none of that turns out to matter. Because one day, Tim comes in late, shivering from a cold winter rain.

It wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary, except--except---

Martin jumps up at the sight of Tim. In a second Martin is all over him, fussing in a way Jon achingly recognizes.

“Oh dear, are you okay?’’ Martin asks.

“Fine, fine,’’ Tim says. “Just forgot my… jacket. And umbrella. Ugh, it’s bloody cold down here!’’

Martin takes off his own jacket and drapes it over him. Tim freezes. Martin goes red and hesitates, before taking his scarf too and furiously wrapping it around Tim’s neck.

It’s the instant Jon realizes he’s lost.

“Sit down,’’ Martin says. “I’ll make you some warm tea.’’

‘’You’re such a grandma!’’ Tim shouts after Martin as he hurries out of the room.

Neither of them catches Jon watching their moment, so Jon lets himself sink slowly down in his office and bury his face in his hands.

Nikola’s Unknowing will collapse on its own, of course. It doesn’t require any intervention--except insofar as Nikola herself will eventually target Jon as the Archivist, and the Institute, and that could get messy. So Jon heads over to Gertrude’s secret storage and gets her C4 to deal with Nikola before Nikola thinks to make a move on the Institute.

Jon deals with Nikola as with Prentiss and the NotThem--quickly, efficiently, and completely alone.

#jonmartin #jmart #martim #martin/tim #the magnus archives #tma fic #time travel comes with unintended consequences

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aquariusshadow · 3 years

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Live!Blogging HSMTMTS s2x6

okay fiiiiiiiiinally ive been waiting all day to watch this.

so from what i've seen...i'm tentatively predicting that my new main ships will be portwell and ricky/therapy

lesssss goooooo

not if you liked them back kourt *wink wink* then its hard for you to see if they like you

oh north high again

i keep forgetting about this storyline

'village idiot'

idk why that made me laugh im sorry

omg imagine a legit group chat with seb and ej tho

someone write a chatfic about this please

portwell sitting next to eachother hehehe

'friendship' *gina looks at ricky* oh boy

asdlfjalhsdfjasdf

"im waiting for a sign" *camera pans to the exit sign*

so everyone that predicted the rose getting a song yall deserve your money's worth

ricky you fought for her to get in the show yet you cant let nini focus on her song for the show

wtf

i need to back this up

ive never done this before actually backing up an episode during a liveblog

"i can't believe you're finally back in the show yet you're spending saturday without me"

RICKY

SIR

MR SIR

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

she needs to focus

you need to focus

so miss jenn and ricky's dad are finally going on a date

aight

big red and nini convooooooo yesss

i do like kourt and howie's banter

JHLDJAFHLDSJFSDVBXMNSLDHLA

ricky: hey G

gina: *ignores*

ej: *smooth* may i have this exercise

see ricky you cant expect gina to always be there when you treat her the way you have been

poor carlos

hah remember what i said at the beginning of this? thats all i gotta say hehe with kourt and howie

............did

did ricky

spam her literal paragraphs of text

when she has told him she needs to focus

and ricky's freaking out over nini not liking hawaiian pizza

........

this is the type of clinginess that really does turn me off

especially back in highschool

ricky honey you really need some help

man poor ashlynn

ashlynn is going to kill it as belle because she's gonna be sooooooo genuine whereas im sure lily's gonna come off as very superficial in the part

look at ej's concerned expression when gina's struggling in the exercise

the one thing i do like about miss jenn's date so far is i think this is a nice way of getting to know both of the characters more

awwwww the date went well

RICKY

WHAT

SIR

i mean that was kinda funny ngl

BUT

oooooooooooo thats a great answer ej

"i'd ask him if he'd ever love anyone after belle"

but...did gaston ever truly love belle tho

ricky :(

he really doesnt like change does he

im glad the show is trying to address this

awwwww the gina and ashlynn heart to heart

i do love their friendship

omg she confessed her feelings for ricky

she actually did it

this entire time

he knew

and he still

this entireeeeeee tiiiiiiiime

the only excuse he has is that somehow he got it in his mind that he either thought gina moved on from him or ricky interpreted gina's confession as a friendship thing

but still

good lord ricky you need to calm it with the clingy

even nini isnt feelin it

.............

meanwhile lily is still spying

interesting i thought kourt was a gryffindor--although i can see her being a gryffindor/hufflepuff combo hehe

but ravenclaw works too!!!

yessssss ashlynn sing your heart out

and this is why she's going to be an amazing belle

i hate seeing gina in this much pain

yea kourt you be honest!!!

i love herrrrrr

howie drumrolled before her confession

thats really cute

hahaha

i love straightforward stuff like this

the harry potter geekiness <3

i really hope ricky's dad realizes somethings off now since he and miss jenn ended things because of ricky

aight nini lets hear the rose song

so........basically everything i said and thought about rini as a relationship

nini's song confirms it

confirm what a lot of people have been saying about rini

also this song is amazing <3

WE LOVE NINI DECIDING TO LIVE FOR HERSELF

olivia's soprano range <3

yea rip rini next episode

Alright, so. I ship Ricky with Therapy (Rickerapy) and Gina with Happiness (Hapina). That’s my final stance for a while. I’m very curious on where they take Portwell. If Rina’s gonna happen then...I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it? Like I still enjoy the idea of Rina, and it’ll be a lot better than Rini (I think) but...no guy is worth that much pain and heartache Gina’s dealing with.

I guess if Ricky ends up working through his fear of change, learns better communication skills, and accepts/confronts his own feelings a lot better and treats Gina like the amazing person she is and makes it up to her then maaaaaaaaaaybe I’ll be on board with Rina in the end.

But yea, I’m definitely vibing more with Portwell rn.

Also, Nini deciding to live for herself. It’s such a good peak for her arc this semester I’m pretty happy.

Finally, while I’m giving Ricky a lot of shit, as I said in my previous live!blog--I still like his character and everything is very consistent with what we’ve seen from season 1. If anything, I’m really excited to see his arc come to a head and what comes after!

(someone plz write a seb and ej friendship chat!fic)

#hsmtmts #liveblogging!hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2x6 #portwell #i think i might start using anti tags for rina from this point on #dont wanna accidentally spread more negatively unintentionally when i'm just giving my thoughts #rickerapy tm #hapina tm #ricky bowen #gina porter #nini salazar roberts #ej caswell #kourtney greene #ashlynn caswell #ill think more on the tags later on #gina deserves happiness #ricky needs therapy

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nostalgic-pancakes · 3 years

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you look bizarre, in the apricot

Summary: Thomas Sanders and Nico Flores VS The Town of Night Vale: An Epistolary from the outside.

Pairings: Pintoverts, Cecilos and Gen friendships otherwise

Read on AO3

Word count: 976

Warnings: Unreality, reality being really weird, sparsely described body horror. I am not as good of a surrealism writer as Min, this is my first foray even remotely into the genre, but I hope to make more stuff like this sometime! Stay Safe

Other notes: For Min! hope you enjoy <3

Tagged: @sometimes-love-is-enough

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Joan: u there yet?

Me (15:03): yes!! Sending a photo real quick

Me: (IMAGE.png)

[Image description: Thomas and Nico, both fairly suntanned, facing the camera with some parts of their faces awkwardly cropped off. However, it’s easy to see that they are both grinning wildly in front of a new house, reminiscent of fifties suburbia behind them, with a small pile of boxes near the door.]

Me (15:94): we’re gonna be unpacking now

Me (15:94): byeeeeee!!

Joan: Wait what’s up with your clock thing?

Me (15:95): dunno looks fine to me

Joan: yea prolly a glitch

Joan: see ya

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Google Search History:

What foods cause hallucinations? Should you listen to hallucinations? Should you listen to hallucinations of fictional characters you created? Should you listen to hallucinations trying to help you? Why are writing objects banned in night vale Why does internet explorer work better in night vale Internet freaking explorer why Night vale Night vale news What is wrong with night vale What are the secret police

delete history?

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“And now: Traffic.

Today on traffic, as we can see, the formerly fictitious aspects of a newcomer’s personality, Mr. Thomas Foley Sanders are currently running amok, amongst the many vehicles in today’s commute. However, Thomas is a rare case of someone who has enough internal strife that he feels the need to regularly bring out his aspects. For the rest of us, we either live in blissful, absolute ignorance, or neverending guilt.

Props to Mr. Sanders for trying to find his way through the deceptive caverns of the conscious and subconscious mind, but I would really rather get into our real traffic report, instead of talking about the state of vehicles in the city. This is boooooooring!”

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Call history:

Joan Sticks (45:15) Tally (28:10) Nico my beloved (10:59) Joan Sticks (10:12) Joan Sticks (1:19:34) Nico my beloved (11:102) Carlos ? (???) Carlos The Scientist Palmer (???) Carlos The Scientist Palmer (???) Cecil Palmer (???) Cecil Palmer (???) Cecil Palmer (???) Nico my beloved (???) Patton (???) Logan (???) Virgil (???) Roman (???) Janus (+Remus) (???)

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Group Chatroom with: Joan Sticks, Tallycat, Nico my beloved

Nico: @Joan @Tallycat I think something’s wrong with this town

Me: yes why is there a secret police

Me: why

Me: frickin w h y

Me: and the sides? Real

Me: i have pictures!! Evidence!!

Me: [IMAGE.png] [IMAGE2.png]

[Image Description 1: the sides and Thomas in a large cuddle pile. They are toppled together and making obvious contact, with fabric becoming creased under contact points.]

[Image Description 2: The Sides, Nico and Thomas are cooking together. It is going badly.]

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EXISTENTIAL CRISES! | Sanders Sides

“And for today’s sponsor, we have a minor switch! Today we are sponsored by Big Rico’s Pizza!” says Thomas, a bunch of pixels on hundreds of thousands of screens.

“Now in two more flavors- one with vegan pepperoni and cheese, for anyone to enjoy, and of course, for all our eternal scouts, void. Simply void .Nobody does a slice like Big Rico’s! No one.” Thomas seems surprised at his own nonchalance at what he’s saying, but he gets a thumbs up from a hand just barely in camera view, and continues.

“Anyways- go to the checkout, enter the promo code thomassandersAAAAAAA and order some Big Rico’s Pizza today! Now, on to the episode”

Comments (3,030)

CosmicAce 1991 Why is the last thing on Thomas’s twitter from a month ago and WHY IS THIS VIDEO SIX MONTHS LATE?

Berry-Blast Ngl love the hugging- care to share a process reel? Aren’t Joan and Talyn too far away to work on this anymore? Let's Go Ghost When are we getting a new cartoon therapy?

Patton-Patoff WHERE ARE THE CORNERS?? THIS DOES NOT WORK WITH GREENSCREEN?? HOW DID THEY JUST… DO ANYTHING IN THIS VIDEO??

Minute Where is the checkout? Can’t find it. Also hi nico!

Cecil Jaws Stan All hail the glow cloud

DreadfulZombie19 These existential crises are… uncomfortable to say the least. Thank you for at least adding trigger warnings. Speaking of which, where are the SVS redux epilepsy warnings?

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Google Search History for: Joan Stokes

Plane tickets to night vale Plane tickets to night vale, usa Which state is night vale in Where is night vale Driving map to night vale What is a delta airlines flight 27 Why is my friend from night vale acting so weird Night vale radio How to get friend out of night vale

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Sanders Jaws! @ThomasSanders

Video is going to be delayed by about a week- Tuesday got cancelled, you see. No worries! As soon as it’s back, there will be a new Cartoon Therapy!

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Min-Ding-Ding-Ding @arealsword Hope Tuesday’s doing alright

I really like flowers @sodoroses

What is actually going on is Thomas okay what is happening

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Using Gravity Falls to cope with strange events in life! | Cartoon Therapy

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Minerva

Dang wonder what’s been going on.

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Call transcript: Thomas Sanders, Joan Sticks, Nico my Beloved (xx:xx:xx)

“But here’s the thing- it used to be really scary-”

“Terrifying.”

“Yeah, but now? I guess we just have an all-powerful glow cloud (all hail) on the school board.”

“And we also have a sentient hand as my swimming coach. She’s cool.”

“How- How are you so cool with all this?”

“Stockholm syndrome?”

“I mean, the sides are real people here, so I get to have my crises off camera for once, which is nice.”

“Joan!!!” “Joan!” “Joan <3”

“One sec guys, I’ll give you the phone in a minute!”

“Okayyyyy” “How did Roman pull off pronouncing the heart emoticon?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Well, if you’re happy…”

“Don’t worry too much about us, buddy. We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah! Carlos and I are going to be at a Slap-Poetry contest against Thomas and Cecil!”

“Mmhm. Well, goodnight then. Love you both.”

“Love you too!”

“Yeah! Love you too, Joan!”

#Sanders Sides #Welcome to Night Vale #sanders sides fanfiction #do not repost #cecil palmer

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bellakitse · 3 years

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So I have been letting the current state of the world and my personal life get in the way of my writing, something that is very much therapy for my depression. In an effort to get out of my funk, and be able to write my longer fics, I have decided to do Flash Fiction Friday.

Every Friday I will strive to post a quick fic.

This first one is dedicated to my two best friends, my support system, and truly the great loves of my life. @insidious-intent (who made this beautiful gif above) and @beka1820 (who holds my hand through every story I write) I don’t know what I would do without you two in my life. Love you darlings.

So here we go, the first Stef’s Flash Fiction Friday.

All the Reasons

In the three years TK Strand has been dating Carlos Reyes, there are many things he’s come to adore about the man he loves more than he ever thought possible. He loves that Carlos is a ridiculously cheery morning person, where TK will hit the snooze button at least four times before he has to groan out of bed; Carlos gets up at least ten minutes before his alarm, whistling as he heads for the bathroom. If he didn’t love him so much, TK would smother him with his pillow for this.

He’s endlessly amused that Carlos likes to listen to Latin Trap music while he cooks, shaking his ass better than any stripper as he stirs sauces or chops up veggies.

TK appreciates that while horror movies freak him out, Carlos will still watch them just because TK enjoys them. He holds Carlos close as he hides his face in the crook of his neck as a thank you for putting up with his hobby.

He all but melts when it’s time for them to go to bed. For how big Carlos is, he insists on being the little spoon when they sleep. Carlos will arrange them to his liking until TK is practically on top of him, covering his body with his own. Only then will Carlos fall into a peaceful sleep, a soft smile adorning his face as he dreams.

TK loves that Carlos isn’t just his boyfriend, the man he loves, or his soulmate, though he’s certainly proven to be all those things. He’s also TK’s best friend. The one person besides his father that he can be at his worst with. When he’s all but broken from the memories of past mistakes. When temptation rears its ugly head, and his hand itches to reach for a bottle – beer, or worse yet, pills. It’s Carlos that is there, never judging, always ready to hold him as he cries and rages over an addiction that will never completely go away. It’s Carlos that dries his tears and tells him how proud he is of him. It’s Carlos that promises him he can overcome his shortcomings and that no matter what, he’ll be there standing next to him as TK fights his demons.

He loves how gentle and kind Carlos is, not just with him but also with his family, friends, and TK’s own father. He still remembers when, early in their dating, with his dad still in treatment how Carlos took it upon himself to care for both of them. Making hearty soups for Owen when he realized that both the Strand men weren’t fans of the kitchen, and he would make Owen shakes meant to help with detox from the chemo. More than once, TK found Carlos in their kitchen cooking and keeping his dad company until he arrived, not wanting his dad to be alone as the treatment took a harder toll on the man.

Most of all, he loves that he’s never once doubted that Carlos loves him just as fiercely as he loves him. He’s an all or nothing kind of guy; he knew from the moment they first kissed that if he opened his heart to Carlos, he would hand it over to the young cop completely. It’s why he resisted so hard at the beginning of their relationship to let it grow. Once he stopped fighting the gravitational pull that is Carlos Reyes’ entire being, loving him became as vital as breathing for TK. To be loved back by Carlos is a blessing he is thankful for every day.

“You’re a million miles away.”

TK startles out of his thoughts; he looks up from the couch to see Carlos leave their kitchen with a plate in his hand. He smiles as Carlos sits down next to him, kissing him on the cheek when he’s settled before he offers him a spoonful of the flan he’s been working on.

“Mmm,” TK moans at the rich flavor that fills his mouth. “It’s delicious.”

“I added coconut this time,” Carlos informs him, chuckling when he opens his mouth for another bite.

TK smiles around the mouthful, pleased by the treat Carlos is feeding him.

“So, what were you thinking about?” Carlos asks as he takes a bite for himself. “You seemed deep in thought.”

“I was thinking about all the reasons I love you,” he answers honestly, his heart tripping over itself at how Carlos’ expression softens in that way that is just for him.

“Are there a lot of reasons?” he asks, teasing in that loving way of his.

“I could fill a library with books on all the reasons I love you, sweetheart,” he tells him; the smile he gets in return is brighter and warmer than the Texan sun. “I want to be with you forever.”

“Really?” Carlos whispers, his voice filled with so much love for TK, it instantly makes him come to a decision. The reaction to it is so intense, it amazes him it’s taken him this long to realize. He gives it voice before doubt has a chance to seep through.

“We should get married,” he says, his conviction growing with each word. He’s never been more sure about anything in his life.

Carlos looks at him, brown eyes blown wide, the thankfully empty dish in his hand going slack. He continues to stare at TK for a moment, not seeming to realize that his silence is making TK’s heart skyrocket. Then, he gets up without saying a word, leaving TK behind as he heads for their bedroom.

TK blinks rapidly, not sure what’s just happened. His throat feels like it’s closing, and his blood roars in his ears, but he doesn’t have a chance to have a breakdown before Carlos comes back into the living room, breathing hard as he clutches something in his hand.

“Are you serious?” he asks in a rush. “Did you mean what you just said? Do you want to get married?”

TK looks at Carlos, taking in the tense of his shoulders, he looks like a spring ready to go off, but his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that TK loves oh so much, look so full of hope and anticipation, TK forgets that his heart started to break just moments ago and nods.

Carlos exhales, his whole body going soft as he comes back to sit down next to TK.

“I bought it six months ago,” he says as he opens his hand to reveal a simple white band with a trio of diamonds encrusted in the middle. Carlos smiles as it makes TK gasp. “I have been trying to figure out the perfect way to ask. Leave it to you to beat me to the punch,” he says, tenderly amused.

“I didn’t do it perfectly,” he whispers now with regret as he looks at the beautiful ring in Carlos’ hand. “I just blurted it out, and I don’t even have a ring.”

Carlos shakes his head at him. “Baby, the fact that you feel the same way, that you want to marry me too, that makes it perfect,” he answers with a gentle smile as he wipes at the tears that have now slipped down TK’s cheeks. “Can I put it on you?” he asks, chuckling when TK nods rapidly in agreement.

He isn’t done slipping it on TK’s finger before TK pulls him into a hard kiss. They’re laughing and crying by the time they come up for air. He presses his forehead against Carlos’, taking in that beautiful smile of his. “I’m going to tell you every day all the reasons I love you.”

“How long is that going to take?” Carlos asks teasingly, his smile deepening as he brushes his lips against TK’s once more.

TK smiles back, his heart so full it feels like it will burst. “Only the rest of our lives.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tk x carlos #my writing #stef's flash fiction friday

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futures-tense · 3 years

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Season 3 has so much potential if the writers don’t fumble it and give us the Owen (derogatory) Show again for the third time around. But also if they lay off of trying to kill and emotionally torture every character in every episode like in season 2. I know it’s a drama show but seriously every episode or every other episode, someone died, almost died, had an emotional breakdown or something else. I hope s3 has a better pace in terms of the storylines and it’s not just an angst/tragedy factory. And also maybe they can act like they remember they wrote this show as an ensemble show and actually act like they care to develop the other characters like they try and fail to do with Owen lol. I want more backstory and storylines on TK’s addiction and maybe a flashback or something. I also want more on Judd’s PTSD and therapy because the writers literally act like they forgot about that and it annoys the crap out of me. I want storylines for Paul that don’t revolve around him being trans because obviously there’s nothing wrong with that I love him so much but he’s more than that- he’s a full blown person who deserves other storylines outside of that. Maybe we see him on a call because he sees someone from his past, or we see him use his observation skills to help Carlos with something involving police. And Marjan idk I want more for her, too. I am curious to see more of her backstory too just in general, maybe we see a different side of her in s3 than we normally see of her badass, loving the thrill of saving people type of attitude. Maybe something happens that makes her pull back, reevaluate herself and just everything. And Carlos I want more - him responding to calls, struggling with guilt if he couldn’t save or help someone, etc. And lastly I want more for Mateo, too. We see very little of him and we know very little about him so I’ll take anything aside from the ditsy probie storylines they often give us. And I don’t even wanna see Owen’s face onscreen unless the writers at least TRY to give him a personality outside of being a control freak terrible father

YES YES YES YES!!! OH my god okay so

First: I just,,,, I need a break. Like 911 they have episodes like Jinx and Treasure Hunt and (my darling) Future Tense. And like the action and stuff is fun but they won’t be able to keep going like this for long because the audience is going to get bored. You can only threaten the lives of the characters so much before it gets redundant (cough TK cough)

Second: Ya’ll already know I’m going to agree with less Owen no hesitation

Third: I so want to see story lines from all the characters and they don’t even have to be angst or anything! It can just be a whole episode of various 126 hangs and game nights and I’d go feral over it. We need to be able to see ALL the characters in a happy, stable place before we can really sympathize with them.

Fourth: About the Marjan storyline. They could pick up where they left off a few episodes ago!! Maybe they’re out on a call and Acting Captain Judd (I love him im sorry) like “Marwani, harness up” and she kinda does a “hmmm why don’t I let probie take this one?” And they all kinda give her like ‘u good babe?’ They wouldn’t have to bring in a whole new angsty plot, they already have one and they completely abandoned it. But because we haven’t really seen them on a call since then- and because the firehouse is a lil... ya know- it would actually kinda work and make sense.

Fifth: yeah there’s more. I honestly just want more Carlos in his element. Like I want to see him at work, I want to know who he rides with, I want to know if he hates paper work or not, I want to know more about Carlos than who he is outside of work.

Last but Not Least: Mateo my BABE, they gave us a little tiny baby snippet in season 1 about him being scared about not know what he’d do if he failed the test again. But does he have siblings? How did he meet his old roommates? just give me more Mateo.

#ink answers #wow that was a lot im so sorry #anon #s3 hopes and dreams #911 lone star #owen strand (derogatory)#tk strand #carlos reyes #paul strickland #judd ryder #mateo chavez #marjan marwani

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nico-di-genova · 4 years

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World Turned Upside Down

Prompt (from @likeadesserttray) : Carlos gets injured/trapped and TK responds.

He comes to with a groan, pain reverberating through every part of his body. His ears are ringing, loud enough to make him wince, and it feels like there’s cotton stuffed in his mouth. When he opens his eyes he’s met with the dissociative feeling that his world has been turned upside down; some sort of wrongness to his current situation. Thoughts muddled, brain seeming to not want to work at all, he swallows down the budding panic that’s constricting around his chest and tries to remember where he is and how exactly he ended up here. It takes all of his focus to remember his training, to breathe through the pain that’s only growing as his consciousness does, try to remind himself that freaking out would only make whatever situation he was in worse.

He’d been on patrol, only two hours left in his shift, that much he knew. He remembered driving, radio chatter acting as his background noise, making slow turns through neighborhoods that eventually lead to the highway. Simple, easy stuff, the job he’d been doing for so long that he could see the layout of the city in his sleep; street signs and traffic always looming at the back of his subconscious. It’s hard to remember anything past the highway, and when he tries to focus too hard it only makes his pounding headache worsen.

There’s something warm dripping down his face, it trails from his cheek to his forehead, and it takes Carlos a moment to realize there’s something wrong about that. Gravity is most definitely a thing, he can remember that much, so unless Newton was wrong, nothing should be trailing up his face.

It’s with a startling thud of his heart that he realizes, he’s upside down.

He’d been driving. He’d been driving when a white sedan came speeding at him from the wrong direction, and he’d had to swerve sharply to the right just to avoid a collision. Then he’d tried to overcorrect, jerking his steering wheel back to the left, hitting a perfectly placed pothole. He’d rolled his SUV, and now he was trapped inside.

Fuck.

To his knowledge, there wasn’t much training in the academy about how to handle situations like this. He was used to getting called to the accidents, not being a part of them. Was he supposed to try to move, or would that make everything worse? He was still buckled in, could feel the seat belt digging into his hips. Distantly, he thinks of all the injuries that can come from a car crash; spine and back problems, concussions, lacerations, broken bones. Every wound comes with extensive down time, and usually some physical therapy. So much for trying to earn that promotion.

If Michelle were here what would she do? Well, besides call him an idiot for not paying more attention in the first place. She’d tell him to breathe, stay calm. She may not have been the smartest when it came to listening to restraining orders, but she was the best paramedic Carlos knew. He inhales slowly through his nose, having to bite back a pained sound when his chest expands and presses further against the seat belt. Every part of him feels like it’s on fire, like he’s just gotten into a cage match with a semi and lost. He can’t move his right arm, not with the way it’s trapped under the twisted metal of his roof, bent at an unnatural angle. The blood rushing to his head is starting to make him dizzy, and there’s darkness at the corners of his vision that he can’t seem to blink away.

Outside, the sky has gone golden with the sunset, illuminating the mess around him; there’s the shattered radio and laptop, the airbag that’s spattered with specks of red, his own mangled arm, and him, trapped inside the wreckage. With his windows blown out from the force of the impact, pebbled glass surrounding him, he can just make out the scene outside. There’s cars stopped, people standing around his truck with similar looks of shock and worry. One woman is on the phone, crying hysterically. And in the distance, the blare of a siren, accompanied by the fire engine that’s drawing closer.

The relief that courses through him is enough to distract from the pain, just long enough to clear his head for a brief moment. Carlos hadn’t realized how tense he was until then. He lets himself believe, just for a second, that he’s going to be okay. Ignoring the blood pouring from his head, his broken bones, the way his back keeps seizing up in a way he can’t control. He ignores it all and focuses on that bright red beacon of hope. It may be the happiest he’s ever been to see that familiar truck, usually he’s looking out for it for different reasons.

The woman on the phone, the one who’s been sobbing like she was the one who was trapped in an upside down vehicle, lets out a delirious laugh.

“Oh thank god, they’re here!” She says into the phone, “can I hang up now?”

He’s so focused on her, her blonde hair that’s piled up high on her head, that he doesn’t even notice when someone approaches him. His vision is starting to swim, head going foggy, it’s probably from his head wound. He’s starting to slip, and he knows that, because he doesn’t even see TK until the man lets out a terrified noise beside him.

“Carlos!?” He exclaims, eyes going wide.

“Hey, tiger,” Carlos breathes, sounding just as exhausted as he feels. The euphoria of seeing the rig is wearing off, his pain coming back tenfold.

Upside down TK looks just as great as right side up TK. He’s got his helmet on, grey eyes that catch the light of the setting sun, mouth open as he lets out another panicked breath. Carlos had kissed that mouth this morning, right before TK managed to wriggle out of his grasp with some half assed apology and an excuse that he was running late. They weren’t dating, not really, but TK was sleeping over at his place almost every night and sometimes he’d even stay until the morning. It was slow work, getting the man to trust him, but it must have been working somewhat because otherwise TK wouldn’t look as stricken as he does now.

“What-? How-?” he stutters, unable to find the words he wanted to say. Carlos could see it, his façade cracking, the real TK starting to come through. He was scared, shocked, overwhelmed, he cared.

“’m fine,” he mumbled, “jus’ hangin out,” it was a lame attempt at a joke. Not that it wasn’t somewhat truthful.

TK didn’t laugh, just scowled and scoffed, those grey eyes going soft in the way they only ever did when he didn’t have the energy to pretend anymore. He had that look, like he was a puppy dog who’d just been kicked. Like the world just kept throwing shit at him and he was breaking under it all. Carlos couldn’t be another reason he looked like that, he had to get out of this car.

“The-. The, um, paramedics are right behind us-,” he was trying to stay calm, for Carlos’ sake, but then his eyes landed on the man’s arm and his face went pale. Carlos couldn’t exactly see himself, but he figured it probably didn’t look the best. It had hurt like a bitch too, at least when he’d first woken up, now it was starting to go numb. He figured that probably wasn’t a good thing.

Behind TK, the rest of the 126 was starting to gather. He couldn’t see their faces, not when they were standing anyway. TK was on his hands and knees just so he could get to Carlos, neck craned so he could look inside the vehicle.

Owen yelled something about disconnecting the fuel line, and then there were feet walking around to the front of the SUV. He hadn’t even noticed the smell of gas until it was pointed out. Everything was coming to him through a filter, distorted and muddled. He was trying to cling to consciousness, for TK’s sake, and because he knew he most definitely had a concussion, but it was getting harder and harder with each passing moment. He was so tired.

“How’s the other guy?” he asked, voice sounding distant in his ears.

TK’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “other guy? The other car?”

“hmm.”

“He’s fine. Asshole was drunk, hardly has a scratch on him.”

There was so much venom in TK’s voice. So much hatred. It reminded him of the time he’d arrested the man. On the ride to the station, with TK ranting in the back of this very SUV, he’d yelled that the guys he’d fought with had gotten what they’d deserved. They were harassing the bartender; he was just standing up for her. He can see that same anger in his eyes now, and he’s sure that if he wasn’t dangling here, trapped, then TK would have already attacked the guy from the sedan.

If Carlos was any more coherent he might have tried to tell him it was okay, that he didn’t need TK to fight his battles for him. He’d held his own for years, long before he’d become a cop. He was a gay Latino man in the middle of Texas, and while Austin was better than most places it still had its bigots. This wasn’t the sedan guys fault, not entirely anyway. He wanted to say all of this to TK, to let him know that he was going to get out of this, but forming the words felt like they’d take far too much energy.

Instead he just muttered, “’m tired,” and let his eyes drift close for only a moment.

TK was yelling something, but he didn’t have it in him to pay attention. His head hurt, his arm hurt, his chest hurt, his back was alight with pain all down his spine. Giving into the darkness that was calling him would be so much easier, no matter how much he knew he was supposed to fight it. Through his lashes he could see the flash of TK’s uniform, the reflective orange bands that caught the light every time he moved. His voice was high, loud in Carlos’ head, even though he couldn’t make out the words.

The paramedics would be here soon, if they weren’t already, and Michelle would know what to do. She’d get him out. He was going to be fine.

Right now, he just needed to rest.

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The next time he wakes up it’s in a hospital bed. He cracks his eyes open, wincing when the bright fluorescents set off black dots that dance across his vision. There’s the steady sound of a heart monitor, the sharp smell of antiseptic, everything that tells Carlos exactly where he is. And beside him, sitting in a chair that’s been pulled up to the bed, his body leaning forward so he can rest his head against Carlos’ uninjured arm, is TK. He’s snoring softly. Carlos can tell, from the dark circles under his eyes, and the unkept state of his hair, that he’s been here awhile.

Waking him up seems like it would be rude, and Carlos doesn’t have to hide the pain filled expression on his face when TK isn’t able to see it, so he lies there for a moment, careful not to make too much noise. There’s a cast on his right arm, gauze wrapped tightly around his chest. He’s hooked up to an IV that’s steadily feeding morphine into him, so the pain is dulled, but still there. There’s stitches in his forehead, he can feel them pulling tightly on his skin. But he’s alive, and that seems like it’s the important part here.

Beside him, TK mumbled something in his sleep, his breath warm on Carlos’ arm.

They weren’t dating, not really. They were friends, they hooked up, they maybe had the occasional date. But Tyler Kennedy was not his boyfriend. And yet, the sight of him laying there, concern still etched on his features even in his sleep, it made something warm stir in Carlos’ chest. It was enough to give him hope. TK had been worried about him, terrified, it had been so plainly written across his face. And here he still sat, posted up at Carlos’ bedside like a guard dog. Obviously, he would have preferred to find out that TK cared about him some other way. Car crashes weren’t his preferred method of testing his significant others commitment. But TK was here, and it seemed like he’d been here for quite some time, so that was enough to help distract from the dull pain Carlos was feeling.

“I’m okay,” he whispered, unsure if he was directing it at the sleeping man, or himself, but knowing it was the truth.

A/N: So i realized after I finished writing this that the prompt was probably asking for TK’s response to Carlos getting hurt. But, when I first read it, I got the idea stuck in my head of TK responding to a call where Carlos is trapped/hurt.

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #911ls fic #tarlos fic #my fic

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archivistsrock · 5 years

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I finally got to see Papi Chulo this weekend! I never thought the day would come! lol. I swear, it's been like a million years since it first was at TIFF.

Here’s the trailer for the movie:

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General impressions: I really liked it! It was playing at a theater that was over an hour away from me, so I didn't want to ask any of my friends to go (they aren't Matt fans. I mean, that makes it sound like they don't like him, which isn't true...they're just not FANS). So I dragged my mom with me LOL. She's a trooper. Anyway, because I dragged my mom there, I was a little preoccupied the whole time wondering/worrying if she was bored. I really need to just go to Matt movies alone so I'm not focused on the enjoyment of the person I'm with. I worry too much.

But anyway, it was good! It was sweet and sad and funny. It was a little slow-paced, I would say. But not necessarily in a bad way. There are a few things that are revealed during the movie that makes things more impactful. I knew about them beforehand, bc I'm a slut for spoilers ha, but probs would have been more impactful if I hadn't known.

Matt is really good in it. I adore his character (Sean). He's just a really nice guy. Well-intentioned. Obvs has some flaws, but who doesn't? It's nice to have a movie where almost every scene features Matt. <3 Alejandro Pitino was also great in it. And Janet from The Good Place is also in it! lol.

To be honest, I don't really see it as a "buddy movie," which they seem to kind of be marketing it as. Mainly because the friendship is really one-sided. Ernesto maybe "gets along" with Sean, but I think it's a big stretch to say they're friends. The movie is much more about dealing with loss and loneliness than about friendship, and of the importance of real human interaction. By nature of Ernesto being an immigrant, the movies touches on some issues related to that, as well...but I don't see them as nearly the main focus.

I had kind of stopped reading reviews about the movie bc, tbh, I was just super annoyed that I couldn't see it. After viewing it, I went and read the more critical review on The Wrap [x]. And honestly? She's not wrong. I think some of her critiques are a wee bit harsh, but overall I can't really argue against most of her points. That said, I definitely don't think the movie is OFFENSIVE. But I do get the criticisms and why some people may not enjoy it. But I really did.

Okay, now I'm going to get really detailed and spoilery by request, so stop reading if you haven't seen it and don't like being spoiled! I warned you!

Okay, here's a run-down of the movie -- as detailed as I can get, considering I saw it 4 days ago and tbh my memory kind of sucks. It starts out with the clip we've all seen of Matt doing the weather forecast and having a breakdown on air.

Go to 6:35 to see that clip below:

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He tries to claim it was "gastro" related, but obvs no one buys that. They force him to go home and take a leave of absence to figure things out and get better (istg they later refer to this as "gardening leave" and is that a thing in some places??? Like, you get leave to work on your garden?? OKAY I just looked it up and LOL it's just a term for someone still getting paid after they're suspended or on leave or terminated. It seems to be a British term. Must have come from the director, who's Irish. Or have other US-folks heard this term?). Anyway, back to the movie.

So he's at home. Nice house. Good view of LA. Lots of coyotes howling at night. He's arranged to have a couple people come by to pick up this rare tree that's on his deck, that belonged to his ex-boyfriend, Carlos. He keeps calling Carlos and leaving voice messages. "Hey, just letting you know I'm getting rid of your tree." Etc. So they drag the tree away and we notice that when Carlos painted the deck, he didn't bother moving the tree, so there's a big unpainted circle in the middle of the deck. "Typical Carlos..." So Sean drives to the small hardware store to get supplies to fix this.

Outside the hardware store, there are a bunch of Latino immigrants/laborers hoping to get hired by people to do...home improvement/handy man stuff. Sean sees Ernesto and seems preoccupied/interested in him. Ernesto, as you know, is an older more burly Latino guy. Sean goes into the hardware store are talks to an employee about paint for his deck. "I just need a small amount to cover a little spot on the deck." "Aren't you going to paint the whole deck so it blends in?" "Haha, I see what you're trying to do there. No, just the tiny-ass sample can please."

So he gets home and starts painting in the circle, and it's painfully obvious he'll need to redo the whole deck, since all the rest of the paint has faded. So he drives back to the hardware store and is like, "Yeah, so I know I ignored your advice before. Sorry, I'm dumb." He buys more paint and a bigger brush. So he drives home with all his stuff, again passing the laborers and looking at Ernesto.

Once home, he checks his email and there's messages from his friends about how he's doing -- presumably since his break-up with Carlos. He's been avoiding his friends, and they're telling him he needs real human interaction and should talk to someone. He has kind of a light bulb moment and drives back to the hardware store and pulls up alongside the Latino laborers. He's like, "Hey, I need someone who can paint." A bunch of them are kind of in his face about it, wanting to be hired. Ernesto is just hanging back, quiet. Sean points to Ernesto and asks if he can paint. He's like "Yes. $20/hour." "Great!" (although Ernesto speaks little English and Sean speaks little Spanish, so it wasn't that easy). So Ernesto gets back in the car and they drive to Sean's house.

He kind of reminds me of me during this part, because he hired Ernesto to work for him, but when they're getting out of the car and Ernesto gets the bag of paint, Sean is like, "No, no! Let me get that!" They go back and forth a bit, but Ernesto ends up carrying it. Anyway, I always feel weird having people do things for me, even if I'm paying them. So he shows Ernesto the deck and we get the other scene we've seen before. The "more than one day" scene. "Mas que un dia."

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Sean is all like, "Do you want water? Food? Are you okay?" etc. Ernesto is kind of amused but also just like...leave me alone and let me work. This is weird. I don't understand anything you're saying.

Sean goes and gets lunch and brings it back and yells out to Ernesto, "Lunch!" Ernesto is like...okay. Time to eat, I guess. And sits down on the deck and takes something wrapped in tinfoil out of his bag. Sean is like, "No! Inside! I brought lunch for us!" And it's like this whole big spread. Some type of Asian cuisine. I can't remember which, but Ernesto picks up an eggroll and is like, "Taquito!" lol. You can tell Ernesto is a little uncomfortable with everything, but he's also just like...rolling with it. Okay, you're paying me. I guess we're eating lunch.

Then Sean convinces him to leave with him and they go to a park and Sean wants to go out in a rowboat. Sean wants to row, but Ernesto is like, "Yeah, I'm not going in there with you unless I row." So he ends up rowing. Please note, that all this "conversation" is not as smooth as I'm writing it! Ernesto really doesn't get much of anything Sean says. Anyway, Sean treats the rowboat ride like he's in therapy. He just starts spilling his feelings and issues out to Ernesto. Ernesto just nods like, "Yeah, okay." At one point, I think he does say something like, "I don't understand anything you're saying." Sean is like, "I feel so much better just saying this stuff out loud!" He falls asleep in the boat, and Ernesto calls his wife and is like, "GUESS WHERE I AM?? IN A FUCKING ROWBOAT WITH THIS GUY." His wife is like, "Ha! He's gay and he totally digs you." Ernesto is like,"Yeah, he's gay. But he doesn't like me. I'm old. I'm fat. Why would he like me?" His wife is all cute and is like, "I'm a woman. I know these things. He's into you." Then Sean wakes up so Ernesto hangs up the phone.

They get back to the pier and the rowboat operator guy says, "I like this whole "Driving Miss Daisy" situation you guys have going on!" Sean gets pissed and is like, "What do you mean?? We're friends. Why would you say it's like "Driving Miss Daisy"??" The operator guys gets all uncomfortable and is like..."Umm...because he's rowing you around....?" So Sean is pissed that the guy assumes he paid Ernesto to row him around. But also like...it's true. As much as Sean is annoyed that the man is making that assumption, they really aren't friends. The only reason they're there together is because Sean is paying Ernesto. So he then drops Ernesto back off at the hardware store at the end of the day and is like. "Tomorrow? Here at the hardware store?" "Okay." Then he pays him the money he owes him and they part ways.

I don't recall exactly the timeline here, but at various points throughout the movie, Sean is scrolling through Grindr, or whatever hook-up app it is he's using. He's also shown lying in bed at night and is tortured by the sound of coyotes howling.

He picks up Ernesto the next morning and is like, "We're hiking. Not painting." So he takes him to Runyon Canyon to hike. On the hike, Sean keeps talking talking talking and Ernesto is still like, "Okay, I have no idea what you're saying." At a scenic viewpoint, they're looking out at the city. Sean casually asks where Ernesto lives, and this kind of freaks Ernesto out. Like "Why do you want to know??" Sean's like, "Oh, I'm just curious!" Anyway, he points and says the general area (I can't remember which town/neighborhood it was). While they're standing there, one of Sean's friends sees them and comes over. He volunteers to take a pic of the two of them, and when he does, he says, "Cute couple!" Sean starts to correct him but then doesn't. Ernesto doesn't say anything, obviously. The friend then invites Sean to a party he's having the next evening. Sean does learn a little about Ernesto throughout the few days together. He learns he's married and has kids. He sees a pic of them. Honestly, that's about it.

Ernesto calls his wife from here and again is like, "Guess where the fuck I am now?? HIKING. Yeah, it's pretty." But he actually feels guilty for getting paid to go on hikes. His wife is like, "Whatever. He's paying you. Cool beans." Sean then takes Ernesto to a health market and wants him to try a shot of some gross health drink. He takes a sip and is like, "No. This is disgusting." Sean's like, "Yeah, you're right. It's horrid. But it's healthy and I'm drinking it bc it cost a shit ton." Oh, while Sean was buying the drink, one of the store employees went up to Carlos and handed him a bunch of boxes because he thought he worked there. He got him mixed up with another Latino guy working there. Awkward. White people are dumb.

Sean drives Ernesto back the hardware store and is like, "Okay, tomorrow. Meet you here. Also, we're going to a party later that night."

I don't remember the next day very well. I assume maybe Ernesto did some work? Not sure. Anyway, they then go to Sean's friend's party together. It a big party of all gay men. Ernesto gets kissed on the mouth (not in a sexual way) by one of Sean's friends. He obvs feels a little uncomfortable. Mostly bc he doesn't know any of them and I assume can't communicate with them. He doesn't seem to have a big issue with gay guys. Whenever Sean's friends see Ernesto, they're all like, "Oh, I get it." We later see Sean's phone contacts and a pic of his ex Carlos, and he is also an older, burlier Latino man. So clearly, Ernesto reminds Sean of Carlos. Now we understand his...obsession? Fixation? Attachment?

Ernesto calls his wife from the party is is kind of freaking out about it. "A MAN KISSED ME ON THE MOUTH." But his wife is like, "Dude, have fun." So he seems to have a decent time. Then they leave the party in a Lyft and there's a pretty great scene where Madonna's "Borderline" comes on the radio and Ernesto is like, "Hey, I know this song!" So they drunkenly sing it together in the back of the Lyft. The Lyft stops at the hardware store, and they're both sitting in the back of the car looking at each other. Sean looks a little confused as to why Ernesto is sitting there looking at him. He then leans in to kiss Ernesto, but Ernesto is like. "No! I'm waiting for my money." The Sean's like, "OMG yeah. Sorry." And he pays him and Ernesto gets out. Then the Lyft takes Sean home.

We then see Ernesto make his way home. He has to take a couple buses. He finally get home and we see his house and his wife. It's a pretty nice house. Normal, I mean. Not Sean-level nice. His wife is awesome. Ernesto is like, "Honey, you were right. I am irresistible." "I told you I knew!" Then they go to the bedroom to presumably have sex.

The next day, Sean drives to the hardware store but none of the Latino guys are out there. He's confused and asks someone driving by where all the men are, and the guy's like, "It's Labor Day, you fucking idiot." So Sean drives home. He gets drunk and ends up inviting a guy over from Grindr. He quickly gets in the shower (shower scene!), and ends up falling in the shower while holding a glass and cuts himself a bit. Then the doorbell rings so he gets out. He answers the door clothed, but wet. The hot guy is like, "You're wet." "I just showered." Sean invites the guy in and asks if he wants a drink. "Not at this hour." (early) "No, no...just like...water?" Sean turns to pour a glass of water and hot guy strips naked in the kitchen. Sean turns and sees him and is like, "HOLY SHIT!" and drops his glass. He goes down to pick up the glass, and pops back up all bloody. His head is cut, his hands are cut up. The naked guy is just like.."Are you okay?? Are you drunk?" And is kind of legit concerned for him. Sean is like, "No! I'm fine!" Naked guy is like, "Um, I got naked because I assumed we were going to...?" Sean is like, "Listen, can we just talk?" Naked guy puts his clothes on and is like, "You need to get your shit figured out. Only you can make yourself happy." Then he leaves.

At some point...today? Tomorrow? Yesterday? I don't know, but at some point he goes back to the news station to be like, "Hey! I'm ready to go back to work!" His boss shows him the video of his breakdown that's on youtube. AWKWARD. And they're like, "It's been 4 days. Leave." So he does.

He calls his ex Carlos to say...something. But instead of getting his voicemail, he gets a message saying that the number has been disconnected. He freaks out and calls someone and asks the lady on the phone why the number was disconnected. "Why wouldn't we disconnect it? Carlos has been dead for 6 months." :O So now we learn that Carlos isn't an ex...he actually died 6 months prior. So this is why Sean is having such a hard time. There's then these flashback scenes from previous moments in the movie. We see Sean in the rowboat talking, but he's alone. We see him hiking and talking to no one. At first I was like, "Did Sean make Ernesto up??" But no, that's not it. I think this was just supposed to represent that Sean was using Ernesto as a stand-in for Carlos. He felt so much better those two days talking to "Carlos," but Carlos wasn't really there. He was still alone. Ernesto isn't his lover, isn't his friend. Just a guy he hired. [I think? Anyone else have other interpretations of this?]

The next day he goes to pick up Ernesto and he's not there. He tries asking the other men where Ernesto is, and they're basically making fun of Sean. "Hey, I'll go on a boat with you!" Word has got out that Sean is having Ernesto do all this weird shit. I think Ernesto's wife was talking. Sean seems to frantically need Ernesto. He drives to the town where Ernesto said he lived (population of like 60,000) and just starts asking people if they know Ernesto. Some kid steals his phone and whacks him over the head with his skateboard. Sean goes into a bar and gets wasted. He then sees a guy go into the bar that he recognized as Ernesto's brother-in-law from a pic Ernesto showed him. So he follows him to a house, and there's a Quinceanera going on. I guess Ernesto's daughter?? But I didn't remember him having daughter that age, so I could be wrong. idk. Anyway, Sean drunkenly crashes the party. They dump him in one of the kids' bedrooms where he passes out. He wakes up later and slinks out.

Time has passed during the next scene, and Sean is back at work, but makes an announcement that this is his last weather report. He's leaving. We don't know where or for what. But we had learned earlier while he was talking away with Ernesto that he doesn't even like being a weatherman and he actually hates the weather in California. So it seems he's moving on. He seems much healthier. He write Ernesto a letter apologizing for crashing the party, saying how ashamed he is and that he was going through a tough time.

Sean's at home and the doorbell rings. He goes to the door and it's Ernesto's son (like 8 years old??). Ernesto comes out of the truck with painting supplies. The kid acts as an interpreter. They go up to the deck and Ernesto starts working. Sean is like, "You don't need to do this! Why are you finishing the deck?" Ernesto is like, "Because you sent me $200 with the letter." Sean is like, "No, not to finish the deck! For room and board!" He sent him the money as an apology for crashing the party and for them letting him sleep it off in their house and for some food they left out for him. Anyway, they start sanding the deck together (Sean is a terrible sander). Ernesto is like, "You're not paying me!" They laugh. Movies fades to black.

#papi chulo #ask #you asked for as detailed as I could get!#so here you go!

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rpsocsandcanonohmy · 5 years

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For the character ask Ben Jay Carlos Doug Gil

Ben:

favorite thing about them

He genuinely cares about the people of the Isle and about fixing his father’s mistakes. It’s nice to see some sincerity in the world.

least favorite thing about them

In the book The Isle of the Lost he basically goes from being the perfect boyfriend for Audrey to completely disregarding her and freaking her the fuck out in less than 24 hours and that’s not okay.

favorite line

“Yeah, Mom doesn’t let him on the couch.”

brOTP

Ben/Gil, Ben/Uma, Ben/Chad

OTP

Bal

nOTP

Ben/Audrey, Ben/Harry

random headcanon

He’s a polyglot and can speak every language in his kingdom. He hates relying on translators and he doesn’t think it’s right to force other people to learn his language.

unpopular opinion

Ben isn’t a perfect cinnamon roll. He’s stubborn and extremely naive and he often lets his emotions rule his actions. Don’t let the pretty eyes fool you, he’s a walking disaster.

song i associate with them

Life of the Party -Shawn Mendes

favorite picture of them

Jay:

favorite thing about them

Bad boy with a heart of gold is a trope that will never die

least favorite thing about them

He doesn’t grow very much on screen. He learns a lot about himself through the books which is amazing but they don’t give him enough room on screen. One of the many reasons why this should have been a tv series.

favorite line

“The one with the most gold makes the rules”

brOTP

Ben/Jay, Mal/Jay, Jay/Lonnie

OTP

JAYLOS

nOTP

Jay/Audrey, Jay/Chad

random headcanon

He has major body image issues, especially after all the weight he’s gained in Auradon. Carlos saw him start to slip down a bad path and drew him back a bit with a specialized diet but it was a close call.

unpopular opinion

I don’t know how unpopular this is but Jay and Lonnie make better drinking buddies than dating partners. The most they would do is Lonnie needing a fake date to a wedding.

song i associate with them

Smooth- Forever In Your Mind

favorite picture of them

Carlos:

favorite thing about them

I love all the millions of little things that go into his character. he is one of the more complex characters and his arcs both in the pages and on the screen are pretty satisfying.

least favorite thing about them

His friendship with Jane doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. Once she comes out of her shell, I can see her getting a little too intense for him for them to be close enough to form a relationship.

favorite line

“My mother says dogs are rabid pack animals that eat little boys that don’t obey their mothers.”

brOTP

Ben/Carlos, Evie/Carlos

OTP

JAYLOS

nOTP

Carlos/Chad, Carlos/Harry

random headcanon

Carlos has a hard time adapting to the comapssionate side of Auradon. He doesn’t trust anyone but himself and Evie with his injuries and troubles so he has a hard time going to doctors or therapy, even when he’s forced to go in by Ben or Fairy Godmother.

unpopular opinion

Carlos can take care of himself despite his many vulnerabilites. That’s how he’s survived this long. Don’t baby him.

song i associate with them

The Hunted- Snow Ghosts

favorite picture of them

Doug:

favorite thing about them

He’s pretty romantic. I like that.

least favorite thing about them

No self confidence.

favorite line

“Evie…went out camping?”

brOTP

Doug/Carlos, Doug/Ben

OTP

Doug/Evie

nOTP

Doug/Chad

random headcanon

Doug’s speech development was far behind other’s because of his father’s speaking disability. He signed for years before learning to speak soon after starting school.

unpopular opinion

I don’t think he’s the worst person in the world for assuming Evie went out with someone else when she suddenly disappeared. I think that was more his insecurities at work than hi, distrusting Evie.

song i associate with them

You Can Come to Me- Austin and Ally

favorite picture of them

Gil:

favorite thing about them

He’s so sweet and so stupid. He’s my dumbass son and I love him.

least favorite thing about them

His personality is so undecided. In the books he’s much more Gastonesque and then in the movie he’s practically nonexistent.

favorite line

“SHHHHHHRIMPYYYY!!!!!!!”

brOTP

Gil/Ben, Gil/Carlos, Gil/Evie

OTP

Gilumarry, Gilrry, Gaylos

nOTP

Gil/Chad

random headcanon

Gil is dyslexic. He dropped out of school because no one would bother to actually help him learn.

unpopular opinion

GIL IS SMART HE JUST DOESN’T BELIEVE IN HIMSELF

song i associate with them

Happy- Pharrell Williams

favorite picture of them

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thatonefromyourdreams · 6 years

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I’m Sorry - [Natasha Romanoff x OC]/(7)

The reason why I came here was finally happening.

Em was getting married today and I was a nervous mess. She told me to wear a dress and this was actually worst than coming out to my parents.

"Mom, I'm gay" I said firmly "Pathetic"

I took a deep breath

"Mom, I like women" I said "Lameeee" I banged my head against the mirror

"Mom, I'm dating a girl and I want to marry her"

Try again

"MOM I'M GAY!" I screamed

"Not your mom but I knew it" dad came to my room acting like it wasn't a big deal

"You knew it?" I asked incredulously "How?"

"Well, the Garcia girl called a couple of days after you left" Lu called, okay

"Lu?"

"Yes, the girl you used to spend every day with; she called crying, I think she was drunk" Lu never drank

"Lu?" that was all I could say

He ignored me and continued

"She told me that she needed to tell you how sorry she was, and that she was still in love with you; I'm going to quote her 'I want everything we promised' and then she hung up"

"Wow" I said shocked

"Honey that doesn't mean that I don't love you, I do. You are my baby and nothing could ever change that"

"I wasn't expecting this kind of reaction"

"I'm sorry, you kind of took me off guard, I wanted to buy a coming out cake but... time" he made a funny face

I laughed and hugged him

"Thank you dad" I said trying not to cry

"So... any girl I should know about? I mean if they break your heart I can't beat them because your dad wouldn't hit a girl"

He was taking this so lightly

"I have a girlfriend" I said smiling shyly

"What's her name?" he asked

"Natasha" I said simply

"I like her already" and with that I took off a giant weight from my chest

"Dad... I feel like I let you down" I started

"No, don't ever think that, you're my little girl" he interrupted me "We should get going to the house to see if Emi needs help"

I just wished mom could react like this, but I knew she would freak out and do something stupid like start screaming or fake a seizure, I knew her too well.

We took our bags to my dad's jeep and drove to his beach house, this was the first time I'd see that house.

"Nice" I said as we entered the house, the walls were blue, with hints of white and it was so tidy and organized

"I hired someone to make it look decent" he said as if he was reading my mind

"It looks perfect" I sighed "it makes me want to get married here"

He gave me a funny look

"What?" I asked

He kept looking at me smiling

"You're starting to freak me out" I said walking in front of him to the back of the house

"You want to get married" he said calmly

I had forgotten that throughout my childhood and most of my teen years I had said that I would never get married.

"I do..." I took a deep breath "As a matter of fact, I was going to propose when we were in Paris but I just didn't feel it was the right moment"

"I know you Vale, and I don't have to be with you 24/7 to know that it wasn't that the real reason"

He knew me too well

"She’s a spy, dad, not just that, she’s the spy. The one you watch in movies but better, and I’m just me"

"Valentina, you’re so used to be you that you can’t actually see how wonderful you are"

I rolled my eyes

"Do you remember that time when those men robbed our house and they tied you down and took everything?" I asked

"What does that has to do with Natasha?" he said

"Well, mom kept saying to everyone that she married you for security and know she had to waste the money in therapy for the trauma"

He kept quiet for a full minute before saying

"You are trying to say that in one point Natasha is going to turn into a woman like your mom?"

"No, dad..."

"I assume you didn't choose a woman like your mom so you won’t have that kind of trouble" he interrupted

He took my hand

"She loves you for who you are" he said sweetly

I loved how dad always said exactly the right word when we had a problem, he was so nice and so thoughtful.

"Why did you marry mom?" I asked out of the blue

"I adored her and that was the beginning of my ending" he said "Your mom was a beautiful brown haired girl, who loved literature and medicine"

"Mom?" I asked incredulous

"Yes, through all of high school she said she wanted to be a doctor. But you know how Marina is" he said referring to my mother's mother.

I nodded

"She said that medicine wasn't a career for girls and that she had to study something more adequate for her"

"So she chose bakery?" I asked

"She went to culinary school and became a chef, but baking was her second passion so she dedicated to that"

Mom owned a franchise chain of cake shops and even thought it wasn't as big as my dad's company, it paid the luxurious life mom dreamed of.

"She is a broken woman Vale, and she loves you, in her very own way"

"She kicked me out of the house" it was a hard topic to me

"She regretted it, she went to search for you the next day but she didn't find you and Emi said she had promise you not to say a word"

"Dad?" I asked

"Was I the reason you divorced?"

He looked down

"No, you weren't" I didn't push any further

"VALE! DAD!" Em yelled from the back of the house

"Bridezilla" we both said before breaking into a fit of laughter

.---------------------------------------

"The ceremony is about to start" the wedding planner said with a clipboard in his hand "Go to your places"

"I'll see you later with another last name" I smiled to Em

She smiled back

"Go to your place" the planner said again

I walked to the first row of chairs placed carefully for the ceremony. Mom was to my side and on the other side was Enrique, Lucía and Ricardo.

"Vale" Enrique, Carlos' younger brother, smiled

"Kike" I smiled back

He didn't say anything else

The wedding march started we got up, there she was. I saw Em earlier inside with her gorgeous strapless dress, but know, with the palm trees and the colors of the sunset she looked incredibly beautiful.

I wanted that, to see Nat walking down the aisle with a dress while I was waiting for her at the end, I wanted it to be with her. I took my phone out to take a picture of her, she looked so unreal. I remembered when were younger, everything she had done for me, she was more my mother than the woman next to me.

"Hasta que la muerte los separe" the father said

"Until my last breath" Carlos said kissing her

.-------------------------

"You look nice" Mom came to my side while I was watching Em and Carlos share their first dance

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend...

The music played in the back

"You too mom" I said not paying much attention to her

"One day that is going to be you" she said softly

"I really hope so" I murmured, Kendall hadn't texted all day

"A beautiful young man, I know a few..." she kept talking about guys.

Now Val, it's your turn, come on!

"Margaret's boy is a darling, he has his own apartment on Main Street..."

NOW VAL!

"Mom..." I said softly but she kept talking

"His name is Arturo, he is a doctor, and he saves people..."

"Mom..." I said again

"You too could get along, he is a gentleman..."

"MOM!" I said loudly, making a few persons turn

"Yes?" she asked annoyed

"Valentina is that you?" Aunt Delia came with her two daughters

I smiled

"Hi Aunt Delia"

"Oh darling you are so thin!" she took my arm

She must have sensed my discomfort

"Nice to see you" she said an rushed

"Mom..." I started

"Honey, speak quickly, I need to search for Pablo" I looked at her frowning but didn't say anything.

"Mom I don't want to date Margaret's son" I started

"Okay, I have a lot of friends"

"No mom, I don't want to date any of their sons" I said, my heart beating faster and faster.

"Why?" she asked confused

"Mom... I'm..."

"Pablo" she said a tall figure walking to us

"Hello" I knew him, he was the guy.

"Mom, I'm gay" I said loudly

Mom and the guy looked at me shocked.

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spookyrobbins · 3 years

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the asks have been getting real fluffy lately so i think its time to live up to my name >:) what do u think would have happened if callie had been on the plane too? - darkness anon

Ahaha someone once said I have two settings: chaos or angst (must be why I excel at writing az so much) apparently we’ve been stuck on chaos today

Okay so I have no medical knowledge and I’m not even gonna try in that department and let’s just say Callie went too without anyone else changing and we’ll put Callie at like a mer/cristina level of injury so mobile and not immediately in peril

First off someone would probably actually help Arizona with her leg (everyone was so focused elsewhere she set her own freaking leg) and honestly I think Callie would be super fixated on Arizona bc they finally were okay and then this happened and she’s an orthopaedic surgeon so she should be able to handle this

And then Lexie is dead and mark keeps dying and everything is bad and Arizona is not doing well (but Callie was able to better protect her leg so it’s not getting amputated bc I’m tired of that as a concept)

Callie literally begging both Arizona and and mark to stay and she can’t lose Arizona but mark is slipping and he’s giving up bc of Lexie and he’s in so much pain and he can’t fight anymore

But then they get rescued and Callie fully loses her shit with the ortho in boise bc they are not cutting off Arizona’s leg and callies her proxy and that’s not happening and they’re going back to Seattle

Idk about dereks hand and honesty I don’t really care

And the robbins and Carlos descend on Seattle and it’s a lot across the board bc the robbins have already lost one child and Carlos is scared and trying to control things and then Lucia shows up right as Arizona is finally released ( something something her leg is like 85% fine) and it’s just a shit show bc she’s trying to reinsert herself into callies life and mark is dying and callies become like hyper protective

And they have to go to therapy bc of course they do

Idk maybe teddy comes back to hang out

But Callie can understand what Arizona is going through and they can lean on each other and help each other

#okay very just like stream of consciousness #darkness anon #this was fun tho #:)))#no post on sundays #callie on the plane

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iugulare-mortuos · 7 years

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Sometimes when I’m looking through the Harry Hook tag I wonder if we're talking about the same character. He’s not some sweetheart who’d give everything up because he loves someone. He’s a badly domesticated coyote Uma is using as an attack dog. He’s a fucked up kid, likely abused and emotionally neglected by his father, but this explains his behavior instead of excuses it.

I don’t even think he’s really in love with Uma so much as in love with how powerful she is. Look at him; he worships her. He gravitates around her, watching how people scatter and obey her without a thought, enthralled by the respect and terror she commands. She’s powerful, and he loves it.

He’s constantly looking for someone to attack, someone he can push around and show that he is better and stronger and more important than they are without actually lifting a hook to prove it. He gets a thrill out of it. Everyone he’s antagonized has been helpless against him. He never goes after someone who can fight back because he knows he’ll get his ass handed to him.

He went after Dizzy, as it’s clear he’s been doing for years, and he held out the papers (money, probably) Mal had given her for a good thirty seconds before he finally puts them in his pocket. He’s daring her to take them back. It’s a show of power, that he doesn’t even have to threaten her anymore to get what he wants. She holds no power in this situation, and that’s how he wants it.

He threw a fit, knocking everything off of the counter, when Mal took control of the situation away from him. His breath hitched when Mal grabbed his wrist. He’s not used to that. He’s not used to people actually doing something--fighting back, as it were--when he harasses them, and it likely hasn’t happened since Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left the Isle. He needed to get control of the situation back, so what did he do? Swept everything off the counter to make a mess for Dizzy to clean up. He left immediately after, just to ensure he got the last word.

He only provoked Jay when he knew Evie would hold him back, when he held all the cards and they knew that only way they were going to get Ben back was by cooperating with him. That little jump back, that little laugh after Jay lunges at him was him showing that he was startled by Jay coming after him. He laughed only after Evie dragged Jay back to get control of the situation back and make it seem like he knew it was going to happen.

Watch Carlos in that scene; he’s terrified. He and Harry have a history, and judging by how he flinches when Harry barks at him, it’s not pleasant. Harry’s goal seems to be to terrorize and psyche out the Core Four. Barking at Carlos seems almost like an afterthought, like he realized, “Oh, I forgot one,” and just did what he had always done to freak out the deVil kid.

He went after Ben when the king was tied to the mast, invading his personal space, talking about how much he would like to hook him if only Uma would let him. There was nothing Ben could do to defend himself. The only reaction he had was to act like he didn’t care, and that seemed to frustrate Harry. He wanted a reaction out of him, something to show that his favorite, tried-and-true tactic could work on anyone, from Auradon or the Isle.

The first time we see Harry in a physical fight, he’s easily bested. I won’t get into the whole “hook thrown overboard” debacle, since that’s another post. Harry only gets the upper hand by surprising his foe, but once the surprise is gone, Jay physically overpowered him. Jay has a sword. Harry has a sword and his hook, and he needs to use both to his advantage to stand an even match against Jay.

I don’t think he’s physically very strong or much good at fighting; that’s why they have Gil. Uma is the leader, the brains, the one whose charisma allowed them to amass such a crew. Gil is the brute, the brawn, the sweet if naive teen who seems like he’s only kept around because he’s useful. Harry is the attack dog who uses psychological warfare to make people believe that they don’t stand a chance against him and by extension, Uma, by attacking them verbally and terrorizing them when they’re powerless.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Harry Hook. I think he’s a fantastic character with a lot of potential. It’s just that I think he’s being overly romanticized when it’s clear he’s a troubled teenager with control issues. Don’t mistake his devotion for love, don’t mistake his antagonizing of helpless people for sincere flirting. I agree, he’s pan as all get-out, but don’t romanticize his actions.

I think part of the problem is how accustomed we are to “bad boy” characters like Harry Hook being the love interest of YA romance. We expect a heart of gold, we expect him being in love to show that he’s not such a bad guy. But sometimes there is no hidden heart of gold, and love will never be a substitute for redemption.

TL;DR: Harry Hook is a troubled teen with a manipulative streak who gets a thrill out of intimidating and bullying helpless people. Love will not redeem him; the kid needs therapy to help him understand that his actions were wrong. He’s a bad person but a great character. By all means, write about him, make fanart, talk about how you enjoy his character, but don’t romanticize him.

#Descendants 2 #Disney Descendants #Harry Hook #character analysis #like honestly i know this isn't going to change anything in the fandom #i just wanted to say my interpretation #because boy have i been around people like harry hook #and let me tell you #it is hell #it is so very terrifying if you actually see what they're doing

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simply-sash · 4 years

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I’m really struggling today. I’m not a fan of this medication that my doctor has me trying at all, and I’ve already called to see if my insurance will approve the other one. I’ve been basically obsessing over things all day and it just puts my mind in the darkest spot. I just took a shower so long that I ran through all of my hot water, but I don’t even care because it’s the only thing that’s made me feel relaxed all day. My hope is to be in bed within the next hour because I want this day to be over that bad.

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the things I’ve learned over the last few months in therapy. I know that there’s still things that I need to process through pretty heavily. This last week we talked about my fear of being alone, which to me translates to not being safe. But what we really talked about was how I never really grew a bond with anybody as a child. My mom spent all of her time with Ryan as a baby as he went through surgeries, then she married Pablo and had Isabella and Ciarra and their dad immediately treated Ryan and I like shit and spoiled the hell out of them. My dad moved to Texas when I was probably 5 and essentially created a new family that I was never a part of. My grandma was the only person that ever really gave a shit about me, and I lost her shortly after my 12th birthday.

When I lost my grandma, my world fell apart. My mom accused my grandpa of raping her after my grandma’s death and that basically tore us away from the small amount of family that we had. Since then it’s pretty much been my mom, the four of us, whatever dude she’s married to at the time, and their family. As kids, we never truly got accepted into Cortney or Jason’s family, and when she and Cortney split it’s like I lost my entire family all over again.

After my grandma died my mom’s mental health got really nasty. She pretty much stayed in her room at all times, and if I wanted to see her or talk to her that’s where it had to be. I have few memories throughout my childhood of her actually doing things with us outside of that. As the oldest girl, that left a lot of responsibility on me. I made sure dinner got cooked, I made sure the house got cleaned, I was a mom without any actual children, and my mom acted more like a child than I did.

I can’t begin to tell you how many times my mom has attempted suicide. There’s two that I remember pretty distinctly. One was actually before my grandma passed. We were living at the house off of Burton so I was probably in the fourth grade. My mom took a bunch of pills and all I remember is the EMS showing up to take her to the hospital and Cortney hugging my grandma, both of them in tears, as they took her out on the stretcher. The next one was on the day after Thanksgiving, I was 18 and working two jobs, one at Ross and one as a hostess at Carlos. My mom called and left me a voicemail apologizing and essentially telling me to take care of my sisters. I swear to god that’s one of the worst voicemail’s I’ve ever gotten.

My brother took after my mom when it came to that. I can’t tell you how many times he attempted, but I can remember two pretty significantly. The first one was when were living in the house on Lincoln, so maybe 6th or 7th grade. We used to walk down the street to the Family Dollar all the time. I remember Ryan throwing up pure orange vomit a handful of times on our way there and back. I got back and looked through our medicine cabinet and the only thing that color was our ibuprofen. I called my mom and told her that I thought Ryan had taken a bunch of pills and that’s all that I remember. As I was typing out the paragraph about my mom’s attempts I had a flashback to another one of Ryan’s overdoses where Cortney just hit him upside the head over and over again telling him how stupid he was and asking him what and how much he took. That’s the kind of shit I’m talking about when I say I feel like I’ve suppressed so much of my childhood, it almost makes me sick.

Anyway, the only other one that I really remember is the one right before he passed away. I was at Kingston with Cody and Dakota and we were down by the lake eating pizza that we had ordered when my mom called me. She told me that Ryan had cut himself and he was at the hospital. He had always tried to overdose and never used a blade, so I freaked the hell out and told her I was on my way. I was the first person to the hospital, and that’s the last time I ever saw my brother.

That’s the darkest I had ever seen him. He was in an assessment room so they’re completely locked down with nothing that can be used to harm himself. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes while we talked, he just stared straight at the wall. I don’t remember much about the conversation, except for asking him “Don’t you want to see me graduate? To see me get married, and have kids”. He didn’t move and said “Sasha, I’d be dead, I wouldn’t care.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I didn’t. I don’t think he feels the same now that’s actually gone, but fuck that sucked.

My therapist sent me home with some homework a few sessions ago. We haven’t gotten back to it yet, but she told me to think about all the times that someone made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. Here’s what came up:

Any time my mom would try to commit suicide When my dad didn’t claim me and Ryan as kids When Ryan told me that he’d be dead and he wouldn’t care Any time Pablo would hit me or call me names When my dad stopped letting me come visit When my grandma moved to Michigan without telling me When my mom didn’t let me see my grandma one last time in the hospital Any time Ryan tried to commit suicide When Cody looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t want to do this anymore

There is absolutely more, but these are the ones that stand out the most. Tonight all of this has me thinking about how much I’ve hurt Cody over the years. I never imagined that I was capable of hurting someone that much, and honestly I didn’t think I knew that it was possible for someone to love me enough to cause that much pain. Was part of me testing his love for me? To see if he really gave a shit? I don’t even know anymore to be honest with you. Love is such a foreign fucking thing to me, none of it makes sense. How do you let go of one of the only people you have ever truly loved, and that actually loved you?

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evamarquez · 7 years

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What Kind of a Brother Are You? | Eva & Miguel (Self Paragraph)

Trigger Warning: like, everything

It’s been a week since Eva revealed the cruel truth behind Santiago’s birth, a week where all she did was to hide in her house. Most of the time she sat silently in her room, trying to process everything she forgot. Sometimes she’d cry because she felt responsible for her- son’s, or nephew’s- awful life, or because she’d relive the trauma of being molested, forced to carry and give birth to a baby that was immediately taken away from her and then gaslighted into thinking that never happened. One time she nearly hurt herself, cut herself open and let herself to feel the physical pain she deserves, but her significant other, Carlos, found her and stopped her before she could do herself any serious harm.

The woman never thought her family had any real love towards her, but this was horrible beyond words. She was furious at her parents for putting her in such danger and caused her so much misery, and at her oldest sister for abusing a kid who wasn’t even hers, but when it came to her brother, Miguel- she felt betrayed. He was the only relative who seemed to care for her, how could he lie to her and hide something so major and disastrous?

As she headed towards the coffee shop they planned to meet at, Eva didn’t quite look like herself; covered from head to toe, wearing long jeans and one of Carlos’s plaid shirts, and a silver stripe gracing her coal black hair. Supported by crutches, she moved slower and heavier. Her brother didn’t recognize her when she entered the place, and it was only when she headed towards him he realized that this grey character is his usually loud, colorful sister. “Sweet Jesus- Eva? Are you alright, what happened?” He asked with concern; under different circumstances, he’d be happy to see her dress more modestly than she usually does, but no one cold possibly be glad over this gloomy, depressed facial expression the woman had.

“What happened? You know what happened.” Eva shot quietly, collapsing into the chair, “What? Stop being a child and tell me what’s wrong.” Miguel told defensively, to which his sister crossed her arms and sighed. “Since we didn’t talk for three months, let me update you on some crucial recent events-” She took a deep breath as she browsed the menu, “Me, Daniel, Santiago- we all got in a car accident about a month ago, and because Santiago can be almost as messed up as me, he decided that was his fault and tried to kill himself.” She stated wrathfully, “He actually did die for a minute, which was what you people always wanted I guess, but- never mind.” She shook her head, obviously not sure how to express herself, “So they were filing out all sorts of documents to get him into the mental hospital and hey- you know what popped out? It’s really funny... His birth certificate.” She laughed bitterly, her eyes tearing. “And you know what’s really hilarious?” As she challenged, Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and looked away from her; he knew what she’s talking about.

“It’s my freaking name! Who would’ve thought!” She cried out.

“Eva, I-” He began, “What? Did you all thought I’d never find out? That mom and dad let me get raped- not once, not twice, but at least ten times? And that I got pregnant, and had a kid, who is, apparently, Santiago- my nephew? Do you think I’m stupid, Miguel? Do you?” She stormed angrily but silently, “I don’t think you’re stupid, no, but- Eva, I wanted to protect you.” He tried to make peace with her, trying to rest his palm over hers but she snapped it away. “Bullshit, you were always on mom and dad’s side, do you know how betrayed I feel right now?” She whimpered, “What? Eva, you know how furious I was with our parents when I found out? Do you know I personally went to Father Lopez and broke his nose? That when you went and jumped off the roof I insisted you go to therapy? Frankly, your accusations are lacking.” He argued, slightly raising his voice in a hurtful tone as Eva shrunk in her chair.

“Why would I tell you? Really, now. Throughout the years you remained a mess, and trust me- that was the last thing you needed to deal with. I spared you. You think you’d be better off if you had to live with that for your whole life? Why would I choose to make things harder for you?” Miguel continued, and in reaction, Eva burst into tears. She knew he didn’t mean to do her any harm, but she desperately needed someone to be mad about. “I just feel so cheated.” She wiped her eyes as her brother let out a sigh. “Did you get hurt in the accident?” He questioned, trying to get her talk about literally anything that wasn’t this painful subject. “I now have a metal hip, a son in the mental hospital and- Christ, a grandson with a broken leg who’s been staying with his mom.” She grunted, finding it hard to refer to Santiago and Daniel as her son and grandson, receptively. “You’re living alone?” He worried, “None of your business, okay? You’re trying to distract me from the point and you know I lose focus easily.” She whined, victimizing herself and not feeling like telling her brother about Carlos at the moment.

“What’s the point, Eva? I’m sorry this happened to you and I’m sorry you had to find out about it like this, but it’s not my fault and I’m not going to take responsibility for it. You’re not to blame, but neither am I.” Miguel scoffed, debating whether he should give his sister a touch of comfort, but before he did anything she took his hand and squeezed it. “But I am the one to blame.” She sobbed, “You know Luis and Mariana treated Santiago like shit, right? All of the abuse... It’s my fault. I couldn’t help him. And, and- I keep getting these flashbacks-” She closed her eyes, “He’s touching me, shoving his-” She paused, choking on the words. “You were a kid, you’re in no way at fault.” He told her decisively, “And I promise you, this man is now in hell being punished by God for all of his sins.” He soothed, “But why does God punish me? What did I do?” She sniffled, sighing.

“Can I?” He asked, carefully putting his other hand over hers to make sure he’d not hurting her in any way, and while she slightly flinched she did not run away. “I’m scared and confused. I don’t know what to do.” She confessed. “Listen, I know it takes time to process this and it’s a big fiasco but even if you don’t feel like I am, I’m by your side. Anything, literally anything you want, I’ll be there.” He promised, looking her in the eyes. “I know I wasn’t the best older brother, but please know that I’m with you.” He said, for once admitting he’s not perfect.

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear from you.” She nodded, giving him a very sad, small smile. “What, that I’m a lousy brother?” He slightly turned away from her, which made her realize that perhaps her family constantly avoided her because they knew they screwed her up, and couldn’t own up their failures. “No, that you got my back. I really need some people on my side right now.” She told him. “Well, you got me.” He grinned kindly. “And I promise, I will pray for your tortured soul.” He said in a non cynical, non judgmental, honest way.

“... Thank you, I appreciate it.” She answered truthfully.

#p: self #p

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