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fuctacles · 2 months

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sports au!!!!!

The booth was stuffy and smelled like it’s been forgotten for a decade. But the equipment was new and the glass pane was cleaned up, giving Eddie a clear view of the court.

“Is this a good moment to say I don’t know the rules?”

The coach, and his PE professor, looks one step away from murder.

“Just remember our team is wearing green.”

“Yes sir!”

The man squints at him with clear distrust so Eddie gives him his widest, purest smile.

“Good thing nobody’s listening to the campus radio.”

The joke’s on him; Eddie has garnered a lot of listeners over the past months. Listeners that he might lose after hosting a live sports event.

“Don’t be too weird. I might send you someone to help with the rules so you don’t completely ruin it.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder, his palm so heavy it feels like he’s trying to pin him into the chair, before disappearing behind the door in the back. Seconds later he’s visible walking down the steps to his team.

Eddie looks at his watch. It’s going to be the longest four hours in his academic history.

He turns to the concsole, frowns at the unfamiliar dials and switches and focuses on the ones he knows. Tunes everything to his best ability, takes a breath, and clears his throat before starting the broadcast.

“Hello, students of Indiana University! I know it’s a Friday night and you were hoping for some nice tunes to party to, but prepare your pillows for a nap instead because you’ll be listening to a football match. No, wait, basketball. I’m pretty sure.

Anyway, dunno why you’d listen to a match instead of going to see it, but ya boy needs to pass PE this term so here we are.

And here comes our team! The green ones. It’s greens against blues tonight, folks.”

“Tigers versus Roaches, actually.”

Eddie turns around and sees a tall boy enter his studio.

“First of all, who the fuck names their team Roaches. Second, we have an intruder in the studio.”

The boy extends his hand unfazed.

“I’m Lucas, your interpreter. Since I’m benching for the first half anyway.”

“Booo, I was just going to make up rules as I go. Now you’re gonna make it boring.”

But he shakes his hand anyway and lets Lucas sit on the chair next to him.

“Careful, I’m a dedicated listener. My friends too, you’d probably lose your whole audience.” He smirks. Eddie scoffs.

“I’ll let you know, tiger cub, that many people listen to Munson’s Midnight Metal Madness.”

“I meant the DnD show.”

Eddie looks at the boy, his neat haircut and team jersey.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I’d love to talk more about it later, but now let’s introduce my teammates.”

Eddie hands him the microphone to spit out names he’s never heard before and whatever their bearers' positions were. He hopes the coach doesn’t mind it. All Eddie could do was like, comment on their appearance. Which…

“Where did you get that one from? America’s poster boy catalog?”

He watches Lucas’s face twitch with the effort not to laugh.

“That’s Jason Carver. He’s vice-captain now and will take over the team once Steve graduates later this year.”

“Which one’s that?”

“He usually comes out last.”

Eddie asks about the important stuff - the team's average height and where Andy got his haircut. He looks over the group of young men appraisingly.

“You know what, if I knew y’all play in these funky white socks and guns out I might have gotten into sports commentary earlier.”

Lucas chuckles, but Eddie's on a roll.

“Especially with such a great co-host, Lucas Sinclair! He’s not on the court yet but he’s being an invaluable source of lore in the studio. Don’t think I’d forget about you, man.” He nudges the younger student. “What’s your specialty on the team?”

“Well…” Lucas scratches his cheek sheepishly. “I’m probably the fastest and my throws are pretty good,” he admits. “Oh, that’s Steve!”

Eddie looks to the right, where a dude with Harrington on his jersey walks in, smiling wide to friends and families watching.

“Damn, that’s some magnificent hair,” Eddie whistles.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what he’s known for. This hairdo lasts through the whole game, dunno how he does it.”

“He’s gotta give me some tips, because I look like a wet rat by the end of the day. And I don’t even do sports.”

“I’m pretty sure you look like a wet rat no matter the time of day.”

The jab was true but even if it wasn’t, Eddie had a more important thing to focus on right now.

“Does your captain have a tattoo?” he asks, squinting through the window. He was pretty sure it was ink that was peeking from the bottom of Steve Harrington’s shorts, but it was so out of place on a college athlete, he needed a triple take and the ‘ask the audience’ lifeline to make sure.

“Yep. The coach says it makes him look like a criminal,” he snorts, showing what he thinks about it. “Steve said he regrets not getting it somewhere more visible so more people could see tattoos are not for criminals and rockstars only.”

“Your captain is a smart guy,” Eddie grins, almost sighing into it, to his utter horror. Just a glimpse of a hot guy from afar, a peek of a tattoo, and hearing of his liberal views was apparently enough to make his heart beat faster.

“The best I ever knew,” Lucas admits and it sounds like a Story, capital “s” and all. His next words confirm that. “Our friend group is planning matching tattoos and we are still talking him out of getting it above the neckline.”

Eddie barks out a laugh.

“Sounds like a savage. I gotta meet your captain sometime soon.”

It’s at this point they notice the coach gesturing at them angrily and they get back to commenting on the game that’s about to start.

“Okay, so explain to me which laundry basket is ours…”

“Okay okay okay. So number four is a tank, yeah? He blocks the other players. Six is a rogue, who slips between the cracks. And number one, your captain, is a warrior who goes for the attack.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s like LARPing for normies,” Eddie realizes in awe and Lucas laughs so unexpectedly he starts to cough.

“Sinclair! You’re in!”

They both jump at the sudden appearance of the coach. Lucas springs up from his seat.

“Yes sir!”

“It was a pleasure to host with you.” Eddie smiles at his new friend.

“You too. Catch you after the game?”

“Sure.” He smiles brightly, his head already swimming with ideas of how to fuck over Lucas’ future DnD character. Because playing together was inevitable, the dice were thrown, and the plot was in motion.

Lucas passes by the coach who now turns his attention to Eddie.

“You’re doing good, don’t ruin it.” He looks in pain admitting that. “I might send someone else to help you out.”

“Thanks, coach.” Though Eddie doubts he’d be vibing so well with anyone else on the team.

Just five minutes later though, he’s proven wrong.

“Heard you’ve been curious about my tattoo?”

Eddie's so startled he knocks the microphone down and yanks out the cord in his haste to turn around.

“Captain!” he yells like a dumbass, faced with the hair and boyishness of no one else but Steve Harrington.

“Radio-man!” Steve yells back with a wide and teasing smile. “I’ve heard so much about you, man, you have no idea.” He steps closer. “My kids love your show.”

“Your kids?”

“My, uh, younger friends. I used to babysit them and it kinda stuck,” he admits with an awkward smile. Steve is nothing like the typical jock he’s come to expect and he’s everything Lucas advertised.

“That’s adorable, man.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouts. He honest to god pouts.

“Not laughing!” Eddie raises his hands placatingly. “There’s nothing bad with a family-tight friend group.”

“Damn straight.” Steve smiles and sits on the chair vacated by Lucas. He eyes the microphone lying prone on the desk. “Technical difficulties?”

Eddie rushes to fix his equipment.

“You could say so,” he murmurs, trying to busy himself with the tangled cord. But a hand stops him before he can plug it in.

“We’re off the air now, right?”

Eddie looks over the control lights on the console.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You have beautiful eyes.”

“What?”

When Eddie woke up today, he knew his day would be weird. No day spent in a sports facility could be normal or pleasant. It was confirmed when he made a new friend with a member of the team, who was a listener of his DnD podcast. But the team captain hitting on him? That’s not your regular weird, that’s a bad strain of weed kind of weird.

“Lucas sent me over claiming a guy my type might be hiding here.”

It takes everything from Eddie not to take a look around. Logically, he knows there’s no one else in the booth. But his brain refuses to connect the dots. He licks his lips and cringes at the wet noise his mouth makes.

“What’s your type?”

Steve tilts his head and hums like he’s in thought.

“Weird, smartass nerd, as it turns out. With big brown eyes and great hair.”

“Uh, thank you?”

Steve only smiles at him, soft before it turns teasing.

“Wanna see my tattoo up close?” he offers.

“Gosh, yes,” he admits with zero shame, eyes flitting down to the man’s legs. Was he curious about what type of tattoo a gorgeous sport-type guy would get? Yes. Did he want to ogle some hairy thighs? Also yes. It’s a two-in-one kind of deal.

The coach waves at them angrily to get back on the air, but Steve promises to tell him everything about S.S. Robin after the game. And no, Robin is just his best friend, Eddie doesn’t need to worry about her.

“In fact, wanna be my date to the after-party later? The kids will freak out when they meet you.”

How could Eddie say no to his fans' worship?

And to Steve’s hopeful eyes and the slight squeeze he gave his hand.

“Mingling with jocks in my free time?” Eddie turns his palm up to squeeze back. “Sure, let’s make this day even weirder.”

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Basketballs and Bat Tattoos (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Sinclair! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: vague threats of violence???

Synopsis: When Y/N finds out that Eddie has been making fun of her brother Lucas, she has to do something about it

Y/N notes: muscle/ toned build

Ty again to my black readers who gave me advise on this! I really like Lucas and I wanna write more Sinclair! Reader where she has a different personality so if you’ve got an idea, shoot it my way! I might write it

I know that black female characters get the “aggressive, more masculine” trope a lot and it was never my intention to make my first Sinclair! Reader a stereotype, it just kinda happened. I want you to know that whenever I write Y/N, I’m always imagining her as somewhat myself (a half white half Asian girl). BUT it’s not always about your intentions with your content, it’s how it is perceived by the audience that consumes it. So again, if you’re black and wanna talk about this, send me a message in my inbox and I’ll DM you so we can talk:)

Ty for reading, have a nice day!

- Willow

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Y/N happily made her way down the hallway towards the locker rooms, her bag with her basketball kit on her back.

After school practice was always her favourite. Being the captain of the girls basketball team, she had a lot of responsibility. Not that she worried too much about that. Making sure everyone was having fun was always the most important thing, and that came easily to Y/N.

She was peppy and bubbly, an easily likeable person. She was helpful and considerate, and passionate about her sport. Someone having a bad time during her practices was a rarity.

The sea of students headed in the opposite direction to the exit, ready to go home. A couple of them greeted Y/N as they left.

“See ya tomorrow Sinclair!”

“See ya!”

“Have a good practice!”

“Thanks I will!”

“Hey Y/N!” A familiar freshman greeted.

“Oh hey Dustin! You heading to Hellfire club?” She asked with a smile. She noted the shirt he wore, one she had seen many, many times.

“Yeah Mike’s gonna meet me there.” Dustin replied excitedly. He hesitated for a moment. “Is… Lucas coming tonight?” A hopeful glint in his eyes.

“No I think he’s going to basketball practice.” Y/N replied, sharing in the younger one’s disappointment. Dustin sighed and nodded.

“Okay well tell him I said hi. Have fun doing basketball stuff!” He yelled as left, pushing through the older kids. Y/N gave him a wave and continued on her way.

Lucas had been seeing his old friends less and less recently. When he told Y/N that he was starting basketball, she was ecstatic. The oldest had been trying to get her younger siblings to play sports with her for years with no luck. But something was wrong.

Why the sudden interest? It didn’t take her long to figure it out. High school’s a tough time for anyone, but it’s also a fresh start. A chance to reinvent yourself. Y/N had always been one of the popular kids. She couldn’t relate to Lucas’ struggles as a nerd, but she could see it was hard at times. If he wanted to try and be someone new, she wasn’t gonna stop him. She’d just keep a close eye.

As she was thinking, Y/N spotted her younger brother ahead, also heading to the locker rooms. She jogged to catch up with him.

“Lucas!” She said loudly as she slapped a hand down on his shoulder, making him jump.

“Jeez Y/N!” Lucas looked to his left at his sister, slightly annoyed as his shock subsided. She grinned.

“Oh you’re jumpy today. Y’know that’s a sign of a guilty conscience? Whatcha’ hidin’ from me?” She poked.

“Nothing.” Lucas huffed, moving away from her. Y/N chuckled.

“You excited for practice? Jason and I are planning on getting the girls and guys teams to train together today.”

“Oh nice.” He nodded, no where near as excited as his sister. Y/N paused before speaking again.

“I just saw Dustin.” She saw Lucas flinch at his friend’s name. “He says hi.”

“Ah. Right.” Y/N waited another moment saying more.

“You’ve been missing a lot of the Hellfire sessions recently.” She commented.

“Yeah well they clash with practice so…” Lucas mumbled. Y/N could tell he was still conflicted with hanging with the jocks and hanging with his friends.

“You can practice basketball at any time. You can only do Eddie’s campaign right now.” Y/N stated.

She liked Eddie. The fact that he took Lucas and his freshman friends under his wing and gave them a place in school where they could be themselves. He was always unapologetically himself and he oozed passion for what he did, just like Y/N.

They were very alike in a way.

“Yeah well I’m one of the popular kids now and they’re not so…” Lucas’ words trailed off as they reached the locker rooms. The siblings stood outside to continue to talk.

“Hmm well sports were always my thing. You never wanted to play with me when we were little. Yet you suddenly do now? Your thing was all that nerdy shit-“

“Don’t call it nerdy shit!” Lucas defended. “And Erica likes that nerdy shit now!”

“Oh so what? This is just copy the older sibling?” Y/N asked with a teasing smile.

“I thought you’d be excited that I was finally playing with you.” Lucas mumbled, looking at the ground. He pushed the boys locker room open, Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

“Hey hey hey. You okay? I was just kidding, you know that right?” Y/N searched Lucas’ face to see if he understood. He just huffed and pulled himself away from her grip.

“Yeah whatever I’m fine. It’s just…” Lucas stopped taking. Y/N could tell from his tone that this wasn’t about her.

“Just what? What’s wrong?” She asked, concerned.

“Eddie started hassling me after I missed one session and he keeps doing it.” Lucas finally replied. “Makes me not wanna go anymore…”

“Wait really?” Y/N asked, a mix of surprise and sadness in her voice. She didn’t expect that from Eddie. Lucas continued to look at the ground.

“Yeah he kinda makes fun of me.” He mumbled.

“Does he now?” Y/N replied, leaning back slightly. She folder her arms. Her sadness was turning into annoyance and silent rage. Lucas’ eyes widened in panic.

“Don’t say anything to him! Please!” He held his hands out frantically, like she was gonna run down to Hellfire club that second and punch Eddie right in the face. Y/N stayed where she was of course, thinking about what she should do. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah well that’s what you told me to do with those bullies you had in middle school and-”

“You’ll just make it worse.” Lucas said seriously. Y/N stopped talking, not sure on what to say. “Just- I can deal with my own problems, okay?” Lucas went to go and get changed, leaving Y/N unsure of her next move.

She couldn’t do nothing.

She had to help.

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“Hey, Eddie!” Y/N called out as she stormed over to the table in the lunch hall that next day. Mike and Dustin sunk in their seats.

“Shit…” They both mumbled. They had known Y/N basically their whole lives and only seen Y/N mad twice.

The first time was when she was 15. Her first boyfriend cheated on her so she made an alliance with the other girl he was seeing and beat the crap outta him. They were all in Lucas’ room, watching from the window as the guy was curled up on the sidewalk.

“Dude. Your sister’s fucking terrifying.” Dustin whispered. Half in fear, half in amazement.

“She can be when she needs to.” Lucas replied, glaring at the boy as the girls began to walk away. Y/N looked up at the bedroom, seeing the four younger kids. She smiled and gave them a wink.

The second time was when Erica was really little. She was being picked on by some girls in her grade. They were too young to beat up but Y/N didn’t need to get physical to put the fear of God in them. She screamed at the girls in the middle of the elementary school playground, the rest of the elementary schoolers watching, Erica standing beside her. Saying that if they so much as looked at Erica funny she would end them. Lucas can remember that as the point where Erica started being like she was now. Doesn’t take shit from no one. Must’ve been copying her sister.

Eddie however, had never seen Y/N be anything but bubbly and energetic. Her usual self. So he had no idea what he was in for.

“Sinclair. What’s the head of the girl’s basketball team doing talking to me?” Eddie grinned. His smile faulted slightly as Y/N got closer and he saw her face. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up out of his chair, beginning to drag him out the room.

“Let’s talk.” Students watched as Eddie scrambled to stay on his own two feet. Mike and Dustin looked over to Lucas at the popular table. He scrunched his face up in embarrassment and hit his head on the table.

Y/N dragged Eddie out into the empty hallway, pushing him against the wall before finally letting go.

“Shit Sinclair.” Eddie said, catching his breath.

“You been giving my brother a hard time?” Y/N stood with her arms crossed, staring at him intently. Eddie’s panic seemed to lower, his smile retuning.

“What? No no I was just-“

“Don’t lie to me Munson.” Y/N cut him off with a low tone. She pointed a stern finger at him. Eddie frozen up then sighed. He put his hands in his jean pockets and shrugged.

“Okay okay maybe I was teasing him a little for hanging with you jocks but it was just a joke!” He chuckled nervously.

“A joke huh?” Y/N repeated. Her tone sounded threatening, sending chills down Eddie’s spine. She took a small step closer to him. Eddie stepped back, his back to the wall. He felt himself going down as his legs began to cave in under him. He sat on the floor, looking up at her.

Y/N put a foot against the wall, inches from Eddie’s face, and loomed over him.

“Say anything about Lucas playing basketball again, and I’ll end you.” Eddie gulped and nodded shakily. Y/N took her foot off the wall. “Good. Have a nice lunch Munson.” She said as she walked away.

After a minute or two of sitting on the floor, Eddie found the strength to stand up. He made his way back into the lunch hall and to his seat where he dropped down on it.

“Glad you’re still alive.” Dustin said.

“So what happened? What she say?” Mike asked. Eddie didn’t look at either of them.

He sat in silence, thinking over what had happened. He really wasn’t ready for any of that. He had no idea Y/N could act that way, she was always so nice and bubbly.

Maybe it made a little sense. He knew that Y/N had always been a passionate person, her love of basketball showed that immensely. She worked hard in classes and would never hesitate to go out of her way to help others. Guess that included threatening him for her younger brother.

Eddie felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. He didn’t want to admit it but…

… a part of him found the exchange weirdly hot. He kept thinking about Y/N’s leg so close to his face, foot on the wall. The girl’s basketball shorts showed off her toned calf and thigh.

“Eddie? You okay man?” Dustin asked.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” He managed to say. He looked up, seeing Lucas leaving the lunch hall. “I’ll be right back guys. I gotta do something.”

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Y/N got home from school that day. She hadn’t seen Lucas since lunch. He had gone home before her so she hadn’t had a chance to talk to him.

“Hey Mom.” Y/N greeted as she entered the kitchen. Mrs. Sinclair was chopping vegetables, preparing dinner.

“Hey honey how was school? Practice good?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of the knife in her hand.

“Yeah it was good. Where’s Lucas?”

“In his room!” Erica shouted from the living room couch, watching tv with her Dad.

“Everything okay?” Y/N’s Mom asked, a little concerned. Y/N smiled at her and began walking towards the stairs.

“Yeah everything’s fine Mom, just basketball stuff y’know?” She shouted to her sister before going up. “Thanks Eri!”

Y/N dropped her things off in her room and went to Lucas’ door. Usually she would’ve just walked in, but today felt a little different. She knocked. “Lucas?”

“Come in.” Y/N opened the door to see her brother sitting on his bed, reading a comic. She stood in the doorway.

“Hey.” She greeted cautiously. Lucas smiled a little at her.

“Hey.” He didn’t seem mad which was a good sign. Y/N went and sat on Lucas’ bed.

“Look I’m sorry I made a big deal out of the Eddie situation but I couldn’t not do anything-”

“No it’s okay.” Lucas cut her off. “You actually helped a lot so, thanks.”

“I did?”

“I mean you could’ve chosen a more inconspicuous time and place but, yeah. Eddie found me at lunch and apologised.” A smile began to appear on Y/N’s face.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. He said he was sorry and that if I wanna play basketball then he doesn’t have any problems with that.”

“Wow.” Y/N’s smile widened then dropped. “Shit I feel kinda bad now.”

“What did you say to him?” Lucas frowned.

“That if he messed with you again I’d end him?” The siblings laughed.

“He must’ve been so scared!”

“He was! He fell to the floor! He was looking up at me with those big puppy dog eyes- damn maybe I took it too far.” Y/N looked to the ground, beginning to regret her decisions. Lucas continued to laugh as Y/N said her thoughts out loud. Erica walked into the room.

“The hell are you two talking about?”

“Erica remember when you had those bullies in elementary school?” Lucas asked, still laughing a little. Erica turned to her sister.

“Which loser at school did you beat up now?” She asked, hands on her hips.

“I didn’t beat up anyone! I just threatened to beat him up.” Y/N joked, making Lucas’ laughter start up again. Erica shrugged.

“He probably deserved it. Mom says come downstairs and help with dinner.” The siblings began walking down, still laughing.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Y/N said to Lucas.

“If he doesn’t run away.”

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The next day before school, Y/N waited in the parking lot for the familiar van. Soon enough it appeared and parked near the back. Y/N walked over as Eddie got out.

“Hey Eddie!” She called out. Her voice made the metalhead jump and drop his keys. He turned around to face her.

“Shit Sinclair I haven’t done anything else I swear-“

“Eddie. Chill. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” Y/N chuckled a little as she picked up his keys and handed them to him. Eddie cautiously took them from her. He could see she was back to her bubbly self but he was still on edge. “Lucas told me you apologised to him. That was sweet of you.”

Y/N began walking towards the school, Eddie followed, keeping a little distance between them.

“Uh well yeah I was thinking about what you said and I realised I was being a bit of an asshole.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a guilty look on his face.

“Well I’m sorry too. I was also being an asshole.”

“No no i-it’s fine I get it. You were protecting your brother and all but yeah.” Eddie breathed out. “Fucking hell Sinclair you can be scary when you wanna be.” The metalhead said, starting to smile. Y/N laughed.

“The reason I was so mad was because I like you Eddie, so I was mad that you were acting like that.”

“Y-You like me?” Eddie stopped walking at the entrance of the school. Y/N turned to him.

“Yeah of course I do. I know some of my friends might not share that opinion but yeah, I like you.” Eddie’s couldn’t help the corners of his mouth turning up, as it stayed open from the shock. Y/N began walking into school, Eddie followed, his surprise subsiding.

“Y’know I really wasn’t expecting it from you, cause you’re usually like this cute, bubbly type girl.” He explained as they walked down the hallway.

“You think I’m cute Munson?” Y/N tilted her head to the side. Eddie’s words got caught in his throat.

“I- well I mean yeah- yeah I guess-” Y/N giggled as Eddie continued to verbally stumble. A bunch of the jocks were hanging out by the lockers. Jason spotted her.

“Hey Y/N! We’re all going to mine after practice today, you in?”

“Yeah sounds fun!” Jason looked over at Eddie. His smile faded.

“What are you doing with this freak?”

“Talking.” Y/N stated plainly. A couple other jocks walked over too.

“Is he giving you trouble?” One of the other jocks asked.

“You think I couldn’t handle myself if he was?” Y/N retorted. She smiled at them. “I’ll see you guys later.” She pushed one of them with her shoulder as she passed, making it look like an accident. The jock nearly fell over with the force that she shoved him with. Eddie stuck with her.

“You’re fucking strong Sinclair.” Eddie commented, chuckling.

“Yeah I know. I could crush your head between my thighs like a watermelon if I wanted.” Y/N said with a grin. Eddie gulped at that image in his head, his blush returning. “I’ll see you around Eddie.” She gave him a wink and walked away, leaving him to watch her go. He breathed in then out, composing himself, slapping a hand in his chest.

“Damn Y/N. How’d you do that to me?”

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dinitride-art · 2 years

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Why Mike and Will Can’t Die

Thought we might need this in the tag today.

1. Mike is the main character. We’ve got three of them right now, Mike, Joyce and El. That’s why they’re always separated from each other because they have different ways in which they drive the plot. Originally, it was just Mike and Joyce, and El was made more into a main character in season two.

2. Will Byers mother is Joyce. His sister is El. Him and Mike are just different. Those are his three strongest relationships (besides Jonathan). The three main characters that drive the plot are his three strongest relationships. You take away Will, and you break everything. Why didn’t Will die in season one? Because he’s important.

3. Many of the characters that have been killed off so far have something in common. So; Barb, Bob, Eddie. These are our big ones. They were all introduced in the season they died in. That’s one. The second one is that they all kind of acted as comic relief and/or voices of reason. They had a purpose that was the development of other characters.

Barb was needed in Nancy’s story to both give her character something to do in season one and lay the foundations of her character for the rest of the series.

Bob was there to figure stuff out with the mind flayer, and to say some things that would lead Joyce to move at the end of season three. He was also there to die and traumatize other characters, and put in the running theme of ‘sometimes running is better.’

Eddie served as character development/growth for Mike. He was also important to pushing characters in quite a few directions. Steve towards Nancy and small things he said that had an impact. Also, since he was so similar to Mike, his death was also very similar to when Mike jumped off the quarry in season one. Eddie died, but he didn’t have to- there were other ways. But like Mike, Eddie tuned out Dustin screaming and did it anyways because he had an incentive not to care whether he lived or died: even if he lived he’d be framed as a murderer, and even if his name was cleared it would never go back, not really.

Dustin seeing Eddie die was important because it’s pulling on Dustin’s stuff from season one. Also, it was in line with the ‘sometimes running is better’ theme.

So, Mike and Will have been around for every season. And usually, when they say things, it does not help anyone- and I mean that in the nicest way possible. They are there to cause problems and then try to fix them or have someone else try and fix them.

4. The others that have died deserved it. Billy and Jason(the basketball one, I’m not sure if that’s his name or not) and Brenner died because they were terrible people and their deaths gave our characters closure.

Mike and Will’s deaths would give us the opposite of closure. It would be very cruel to us, and unnecessary to the audience as a whole.

5. When people die in stranger things, it causes long-lasting problems. Trauma is another theme in stranger things that’s been there the whole time. Will Byers started off with trauma and then he got more and it just keeps getting worse for him. Mike is in the same boat. Problems are meant to be fixed. Things that continually cause trauma are problems. Unresolved problems are plot holes and they make for an unsatisfactory ending.

6. Either they didn’t run or they were cruel or they were meant to be horrifying (Vecna’s victims). That’s why they die. The deaths in stranger things aren’t used for shock value, they’re used to advance the plot and to wrap up the plot. The deaths usually have a message attached to them; don’t be a terrible human being and running is safer, are two of them.

Trauma and perseverance because of the people around you who care about you are important. Season one, we had Joyce and Jonathan and Will. We had Mike who had Dustin and his mom and El and Lucas. In season two Will had all his friends, Bob, his mom, Jonathan, and especially Mike. In season three El had Hopper, Mike and Max. In season four things got a bit out of place, but that fits with how that season ended.

Not only does Mike and Will dying not make sense, individually or together, in the narrative structure, but killing them goes against the core message of the show; perseverance through trauma is because of the people around you. Mike and Will have each other, Will knows he has Jonathan, Mike might not know he has people, but he’s going to. Either way, if they believe it or not, they have people who will support them.

If they still end up dying, even though they had people who care about them and are there for them through anything, what the fuck would that even be saying about trauma?

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #i didnt watch the matpat thing #but i dont care for his takes #also taking a whole storyline from somewhere is plagarism #mike and will dying isnt only needlessly cruel #it doesnt make any sense

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crazy-shapes · 2 years

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ST Vol 2 SPOILERS

I just finished Vol 2, so here are some thoughts.

- The Vecna scream when the Demodogs and Demogorgon got set on fire was so fucking funny

-Why do they continue to do Will so dirty 💀 He got so many cringe-y, over dramatic lines.

-I thought Will pretending that El had asked for the painting to help her and Mike’s relationship was actually really interesting. . . but Will sobbing while Mike was oblivious was so hilarious and sad.

- the lipstick on Robin’s teeth while she was making sandwiches and talking to Vickie was so distracting

-Why did they have to kill Eddie!?!?!? It was so unnecessary. It felt like they did it just for the drama. He wasn’t even posthumously proven innocent. Gutted.

-The scenes with Lucas and Max in the Creel House were top tier. Caleb was right when he said that Sadie was the best actor. They both did amazing.

-Getting to see Lucas and Erica be siblings was really nice.

-Watching Johnathan awkwardly standing in the background of 90% of the reunions while everyone else hugged killed me.

- Jason got let off too easy. Sure, he got ripped in half and disintegrated, but that wasn’t enough.

- the very serious montage of the groups getting ready to fight Vecna with cut scenes of Argyle making a pizza 💀

- the Cali crew returning to Hawkins and dramatically getting out of the van, acting like they fucking did anything.

- the Mike and Hopper Moment was sweet, I’ll give ‘em that.

- The Will and Johnathan heart to heart was sweet too. . . . . But also anytime someone spoke to Will for more than five seconds he started crying. Like, can someone please get him help? I get it, his entire personality is apparently Sad™️ and Gay™️ but it’s getting ridiculous at this point.

- Joyce and Hopper!!!! Finally.

- I like these new Russian friends and was incredibly surprised when neither of them died. . . But I’m sure they’ll be done for in S5. Or just won’t be in S5.

- The parallels of Henry’s Mind Flayer drawing and Will’s!!!

- I loved all of your theories for why Karen had her own poster. Haha.

- Max’s monologue about Billy was actually really good and made sense to their narrative. I see that the Billy apologists aren’t liking it too much tho.

- I’m all for Steve and Nancy ok, but it got too much for me to handle without eye rolling.

- Why were there so many weird filler conversations? They seemed out of place and like they were just trying to throw little character facts out to the audience.

-Why does Mike always look so confused?

- Robin and Vickie are gonna be endgame.

- Robin slow mo throwing the Molotov cocktail and then Nancy firing the shotgun into Vecna was fucking next level.

- Dustin screaming for Eddie as Eddie cut the sheet and moved the mattress so Dustin couldn’t come back in after him. So good.

- Does Argyle not have a family he needs to contact?

- El saying Goodbye to Brenner instead of answering him was Boss AF.

-I loved that Vecna showed Nancy his entire life story and what he was planning to do to Hawkins and was like “go and tell the young girl who I’m creepily obsessed with cause she beat me in a fight once that I’m gonna destroy the world in a tantrum.” And Nancy just said ‘Nah.’

Ok that’s it for now. I’ll shitpost more later.

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 #eleven #Jane hopper #jim hopper #joyce byers #johnathan byers #will byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #eddie munson #max mayfield #spoilers

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Eddie and Chrissy long fic where they have been together since senior year of high school and Chrissy is in college now and it’s graduation day for her and Eddie is in the audience cheering her on and Eddie surprises Chrissy with a romantic night on the beach later that night and they are on a blanket on the sand cuddled up together and looking up at the stars. As they are laying there, Chrissy gushes over and tells Eddie how happy she is and Eddie starts going into this speech about how beautiful she is and how much he loves her and that she’s the girl of his dreams and how he can’t see a future without her in it and proposes and asks Chrissy to marry him?

(Sorry if the description is a little long, I wanted to be real specific on what I want in this. I also would like the fic to be long because I really enjoy long fics.)🙂❤️

Here you go. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry for taking so long. Meant to finish it last night. The amount of family interruptions. I threatened to throw pretzels at them. Lol.

The Future is Ours

Chrissy couldn't believe that she was here. . .that she got to this point. After everything that she has been through she never thought that she would make it. It's been years since she had spoken or even seen her mother or her father but every so often when the dark thoughts would intrude they often sound like her mother. They grew fainter and fainter as time passed. They were muffled by Eddie's voice and his comforting presence. She wasn't sure where she would be now without him around.

Sure, she could have made it without him but she wouldn't have been as happy as she was right now and frankly, she hadn't wanted to do this without him. Chrissy stood confidently, waiting for her name to be called. She was proud of herself and she was excited about what comes next. . . For the future she chooses for herself and not for anyone else. She welcomes anyone who stands beside her though, anyone who supports her decisions and loves her for it even if they think it's wrong.

"Christine Cunningham!" And just like that it was her turn.

Chrissy walked across the stage, peering out of the corner of her eye and into the crowd. Eddie was in the crowd, cheering her on. He was nearly standing on his chair. He stood out amongst them all with his still wild hair and equally wild personality.

"Chrissy! My Queen! I love you! So fucking proud!"

She knew what he was doing, trying to get her to respond. She recalled the conversation with him the night before about how he was going to be the craziest one there and he sure lived up to the promise. It seemed like he was more excited about her graduating college than she was. She wasn't at all surprised to see him there. He was her boyfriend after all and he had been with her since their senior year of high school.

Breaking up with Jason right before spring break had been the best thing for her and for Eddie. It was later used to prove to the cops just how unhinged Jason had been and ultimately was what sent him to jail. Sometimes Chrissy would find herself smiling at the thought that Jason would be spending the rest of his life there. It was justice for him revealing himself to be the monster that he thought that Eddie was. After the Upside Down, her parents were the next thing she ditched. She had faced the worst of what life had to offer and she tested her abilities of what she could she put up with. She realized that she could fight back, that she didn't have to take the shit her parents and Jason put her through. She realized she deserved better. Chrissy walked across the stage and accepted her diploma.

"Chrissy!" Eddie exclaimed and she turned to him to find him blowing a kiss her way.

Chrissy caught the kiss and pretended to gobble it up like the way he's done so many times before. She didn't care how it looked or what anyone thought. Being able to be silly with Eddie meant absolutely everything to her. She threw up devil horns at at him, her tongue sticking out. He pretend to faint, clutched his chest and fell right off his chair. Chrissy giggled as she made her way back to her seat. Her brother was sitting beside Eddie, rolling his eyes affectionately at the two of them.

Danny Cunningham loved Eddie nearly as much as Chrissy did. He never judged when Danny ended up breaking down over their asshole parents. Eddie had been the first to immediately pull him into a hug and started to teach him about D&D. Eddie and Chrissy had left town not long after they graduated high school but not before they made sure Danny had a place to truly call home with their long lost aunt. They been not allowed to see her before because she was perfectly lovely and didn't have a judgemental bone in her body unlike her sister. Danny also knew, without a doubt, that Eddie Munson was completely in love with his sister and he knew that one day he would be able to really call him brother.

Chrissy squealed when the ceremony ended and she could throw herself into her boyfriend's arms, kissing him soundly. Danny pretended to be disgusted which caused Eddie to wrap him in a headlock, ruffling his hair.

"Dude!" Danny exclaimed with laughter. "I think everyone's staring at us!"

Eddie released him and placed a hand on top of his head.

"It's because they all think that I am hot and really, who could blame them?" Eddie asked, flipping his hair over his shoulders causing both of the Cunninghams to burst into laughter. "I'm fucking gorgeous."

"I don't know. . .," Chrissy trailed off. "But who am I to argue with you?"

"A godamn college graduate is what you are, Christine Cunningham," Eddie said and wrapped his arms around, softening his voice. "Baby, I am SO proud of you."

"Thanks, Eddie, I'm proud of me too," Chrissy replied and pulled her brother into the hug.

"I'm proud of you too, Chris," Danny said and then paused. "Even if you have a meat head for a boyfriend."

"Oh, you are dead MEAT, baby Cunningham!" Eddie exclaimed and began chasing him around the grass.

Chrissy could only stare fondly at the both of them. They were really like brothers and she hoped someday that might become a reality. Much like the rest of their kids back in Hawkins, Eddie had a way with kids. He would make a great dad one day. After the ceremony, Eddie drove them out to eat at a fancy restaurant to celebrate. Danny would be heading back to Hawkins the next evening so Chrissy planned on spending time with her brother as much as possible. The one thing she had felt guilty about leaving Hawkins behind was also leaving her brother behind. At the time though she hadn't been ready to take care of a 12 year old and Danny had understood that. Chrissy still wasn't sure that she did.

Eddie always said that it wasn't possible that anyone could have a bigger heart than Christine Cunningham but if anyone could it would possibly be her brother. The same brother who always snuck food to her when their mother was being harsh about what she ate and when she would complain about being hungry Laura would lock her up in her room. Danny learned to pick locks so he could secretly feed her and then dispose of the evidence. He somehow managed not to get caught. Somehow in all the darkness the Cunningham children came out of it with their hearts of gold, though a little banged up, completely intact.

Afterwards Eddie dropped off Danny at their apartment and gathered some blankets and a cooler. Eddie cheerfully told her not to worry, threw the stuff in the back of the van, and drove off. Chrissy remembered driving all the way here to California in Eddie's van and how exciting it had started off being but the drive was long. . . tempers began to flare. The van threatened to die several times, it had not been meant for a long journey anymore. Even when they were angry, even when they stormed away from each other on the side of the road, they somehow managed to come back to each other and it had still been a million times better than living with her parents who wanted her to be nothing more than cardboard cutout. Chrissy remembers making angry passionate love with Eddie for the first time after finally breaking down to get a motel room. They ended up forgetting why they were even angry in the first place.

"What are you thinking about that's making you smile like that, Cunningham?" Eddie asked as he continued to drive.

"The first time we had sex," she said, biting her lip and he burst into laughter.

"Are you trying to distract me from driving or from the fact that I am not supposed to tell you where we are going?" Eddie asked.

"Both," she giggles and he sighed.

"Best night of my goddamn life, that night you told me you loved me for the first time even though you were just stuck in a dirty van with me stinking of farts and BO," he paused. "I cried when you told me that. It just amazed me that this angel who fell to Earth could love me the way that you do. Still does."

"Even after all this time?" She asked.

"Every goddamn day waking up with you is like the end of a fairy tale with a happily ever after," Eddie said. "You've turned me into a huge softie, you know that?"

"And you turned me into someone who could love herself," she replied and Eddie choked up, sniffling.

"Damn it, Cunningham, I am trying to drive here and you're making me cry," Eddie said.

"Tell me where we are going and I'll stop," she said with a teasing smile.

"Minx, she-devil!" He exclaimed and she giggled.

He pulled up moments later to a small secluded beach. It looked familiar to her, those rock formations definitely looked familiar to her and then with a gasp she remembered. It was the same beach they went to after coming to California. It had been forever but it was definitely the same beach. She remembered opening the van doors and collapsing on the sand, thankful that she was no longer cooped up in a confined space. She remembered Eddie collapsing down next to her. It took them a while to move but eventually they did. They moved closer to the water, removed their shoes and let the water wave over their feet. She remembered Eddie holding her in his arms and she had never felt safer than being there with him. They had watched the sun sink all the way down into the night sky. She had wanted to stay there forever, drinking warm sodas and laying in his arms.

Chrissy got out of the van, taking off her shoes, and wiggling her toes in the sand. Eddie grinned at the sight and did the same thing, enjoying the view and the sand between his toes. The sun laid low in the sky, resting on the horizon and blanketed the ocean in a red golden glow. It was late in the evening like the day they arrived. The sunset cast over Chrissy's face, her eyes closed as she breathed in the ocean air. In that moment she looked so utterly. . . ethereal. He took the polaroid hanging around his neck and captured her image. Perfect. He gathered the blankets and the cooler out of the van, spreading the blanket out amongst the sand as close to the water as possible.

"I'm sorry but you're going to have drink the sodas cold this time," Eddie said, handing her a cold can.

"This is perfect, Eddie, thank you," Chrissy said, pressing her lips against his.

Eddie cupped her face, pulled her hard against him, and deepened the kiss. Chrissy sighed against his lips, overwhelmed by how perfect this evening was. . .by how perfect Eddie Munson was. Her heart was overflowing with her love for him, everything he did was absolute magic. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes and she pulled back with a sniffle to gaze into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey," Eddie said softly, his brows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"

"I just love you so goddamn much, you know. I just got a little overwhelmed by it, is all," Chrissy replied and Eddie kissed her again, grinning.

"I love you so goddamn much, too," he said leaning his forehead against hers. "Chrissy Cunningham."

"I could hear you say my name like that for the rest of our lives," she whispered and Eddie laughed as though he knew something that she didn't.

She narrowed her eyes at him but he just pulled her into him and held her as they watched the sun fade into night. With the full moon now high in the sky they could see quite clearly but still Eddie lit a couple of candles and placed them on top of the cooler. They were pretty much the only ones there now, the only other people on the other side of the beach. The breeze and spray from the water getting stronger and it was now cooler than it was before. Eddie turned Chrissy around in his arms and she straddled his lap. The only view she had now was her. The skirt of her dress had long since bunched up her thighs but Chrissy didn't care.

"Is that something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She asked with a teasing grin.

"Um, both," Eddie grinned and pulled out a ring box, placing it in her hand.

"Eddie. . .," Chrissy said with a gasp and went to open it but Eddie's hand stopped her.

"Let me speak first," he said with a pause, his mouth suddenly dry. "Chrissy Cunningham. My Queen. Light of my life. My dream girl. I am the luckiest person on this Earth because for some reason you choose me to love. You left everything behind for ME! I get overwhelmed by my love for you too, I probably still will when we're old and gray. I'll be up on stage rocking with both of my sweethearts, probably breaking both of my hips in the process, and it won't be the crowd I will be looking at . . .it will be you. The only thing I will see is you. Every single day all I see is you. . . even when you're not there, even when I close my eyes. Sweetheart, you're tattooed on my heart forever, the same heart I trusted to give to you along time ago. You're my favorite tattoo, my favorite song and I want to continue to listen to your music every single day of my life. You make me feel so loved, so safe. There's no one that I trust more than you. You're my home, a place to rest my head. You're my future. Chrissy Cunningham, will you marry me?"

Chrissy was sobbing, her whole body was shaking now. She couldn't control it. She could only nod. Eddie kissed her soundly, his own tears intermingling with her own. Even when they struggled to breathe they didn't stop but eventually they pulled apart when they started getting dizzy.

"Oh, you can open the box now," he said breathlessly.

Chrissy opened the box, struggling to control her tears and gasped.

"Eddie, this is your favorite ring," Chrissy said.

One of Chrissy's favorite things to do was play with Eddie's hands and she had noticed recently that his favorite ring of all time had went missing. She didn't say anything because she figured it would upset him to know that he had lost it. He had found it not long after getting there. It was black ring with a coffin on it. She would never forget the look on his face when he found it. He had been so excited to have something to wear in honor of his band: Corroded Coffin.

"I know you don't like the idea of the engagement rings because you think they're a scam especially the expensive ones which they all are but I was hoping you might like this one because it's mine and I am giving it to you," Eddie said nervously then paused. "Have you ever wondered why my band has the same initials as you? It's because, Chrissy, I think some part of me knew that there could be only you. My tiny brain couldn't comprehend that then but it knows now. My favorite ring, given to my favorite person."

"Oh, Eddie. . .," Chrissy said, crying again. "I love it. I love you."

She slipped the ring on her finger, it fit. He must have had it resized. Chrissy grabbed his face and placed a dozen kisses all over, finally landing back on his lips again. This kiss was fueled with love, passion, and desire. It ignited a fire within her. Chrissy reached for his belt.

"Wooah, Chrissy, we're in a public place," Eddie said in mock offense. "The audacity, Christine."

"That hasn't stopped us before," she said with a laugh. "We don't have to take off our clothes."

She took off her panties, unbuckled his belt, and fucked him right on the blanket with the full moon beaming down on the ocean behind them. She was going to do this for the rest of her life even when they were old, gray and breaking each other's hips. Eddie Munson was hers forever and she was his. It was a month and a positive pregnancy test later that they realized that they had forgotten a condom. Life only continued to get better for Eddie and Chrissy ever since they left Hawkins. They had no regrets for how their life turned out because the best thing in their life that happened was meeting each other. They both got the fairy tale ending they deserved and they did live happily ever after. . . No one else would stand in their way ever again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie munson lives #eddie stranger things #chrissy this is for you #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #edissy

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Red vs Blue RTX 2019 Panel Masterpost

As many of you know, due to RT being unable to sign on a streaming partner, they couldn’t stream RTX. We weren’t sure if the RvB panel would be recorded or not, and so far no word on their end… but there is good news! Someone at the panel went and recorded it themselves, so we are able to see it! And as such, as I did last year, I can do a masterpost for it! Now they didn’t really reveal any major news, which is expected since the season just wrapped up a month ago. But some cool stuff did come up! So let's talk about it!

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Panelists: Miles Luna (showrunner/writer/director for Chorus, co-writer for SIngularity, voice of Felix) Jason Weight (head writer for SIngularity) Josh Ornelas (co-director) Austin Clark (co-director) Greg Slagel (show producer) Matt Hullum (CEO of RT, executive producer, voice of Sarge, Doc/O’Malley, and Wyoming) Burnie Burns (series creator and the original showrunner/writer/director, CCO of RT, executive producer, voice of Church and Lopez)

“I’m Burnie Burns, and my character is dead.” Starting on a happy note clearly!

For questions this year, they had people submit them on Twitter with the hashtag #rtxrvb that Burnie will read off throughout the panel.

Jason found being handed the reigns of finishing the current arc super intense, but he was happy since after becoming attached to certain characters when acting as an assistant writer for S16, eh got to treat them how he wanted to treat them! He especially wanted to spoil Donut throughout this season. Miles felt the same way about Tucker when doing Chorus.

One moment that Jason beings up that stuck out to him is in S5, when the Reds see Kai nude… but Donut was more concerned about how the Blue Base had better lighting than they did. It felt like there was depth there that he wanted to look into.

There had been concerns from Miles and some of the others about if Donut could pull off being the lead… and clearly, the answer is that he absolutely can!

This was the first time that Josh and Austin were put into full-blown director positions for an entire season. Austin, in particular, went from an assistant machinimator to a main machinmator, to a machinima director within a few years (he began at S14). They both found it scary, especially with how much power they now had, but having the direction from Jason’s writing greatly helped.

Miles brings up how usually the writer and director for RvB are the same people, this being the first regular season where that wasn’t the case. As such, Jason had to wait like everyone else to see the final product, but he was very pleased with the results. He mentions the scene in Episode 9 with Wash and Carolina as an example of how much he loved the direction done with the episodes.

They talk about some of the things that you can and can’t do in machinima and how certain Halo titles have certain quirks that make filming more difficult than it at first looks. For example, in Halo 4 they always raised their guns when moving and they had to figure out how to work with that.

One thing that Jason wishes that the characters could do would be to sit or lay down, which is impossible to do within machinima. Burnie talks about how there were certain verbs that they couldn't use, like ‘sit’, and one thing that he wished that they could do was to point at things instead of having to say ‘look over in that direction’.

Question: what’s it like to take over RvB and pick up form different storylines. Burnie talks about how he likes that with the show, there are certain points where they tell a complete story. So if you want to top after Blood Gulch or Freelancer or whatever, there is a point where the story complete’s itself, and you can jump off. Though there is quite a bit of a back catalog for those who have to pick it up next…

Jason, unlike others, had to jump on during an in-progress story. As such, he didn’t make many new characters due to the size of the cast already and the need to wrap up Joe’s story.

Early on, Miles, Jason, and Joe worked on planning the season out and figuring out the time travel stuff. Due to a slightly slimmer done, they couldn’t go as hard with animation as last time, so there was a lot of discussion on what could and couldn’t be done. It is why they decided to go back through the older Halo iterations since going form say Halo 2 to 4 would make it more visually striking.

Miles recounts one point when planning where Jason and Joe were arguing over how they wanted a certain moment to go. Miles had to step in and remind them that it was a paradox, so they were both right and wrong so they needed to just pick something. In general, figuring out timelines and recounting where every character was and what they were doing was very difficult and stressful and while it was fun, no one wants to do it ever again.

They dubbed the paradox timeline where Wash was and wasn’t shot ‘Schrodinger’s Asshole’ They had to label the timeline in order to figure out where everyone kept going, and Greg, as the producer, had to keep track of it.

Jason tells the story behind Wash’s “Goddamnit!” moment. That episode was written by Miles, who was trying to figure out how Wash would get the info that he needed during the Freelancer shenanigans. Jason asked, “why doesn't he just go to a time period where he and Carolina are already friends and get it there?”. Cue Miles screaming the Wash way!

There was a lot of figuring things out. For example, Jason originally had Locus shooting/killing mooks during the S15 scene… until after it got to machinima, Josh pointed out that Locus didn’t kill anymore at that point. So they went with him shooting people in the kneecaps!

One of the scenes that Austin found difficult was in Episode 9 during the shootout in Halo 4. Austin had never done machinima in Halo 4, so that was a bit of a learning curve. Miles talks about the original S11 version of that scene and he had to constantly change the set for three weeks due to various things getting broken and destroyed during the fight. When writing for Episode 9, he just went ‘Josh, Austin please forgive me’

Miles talks about Greg’s role as a producer and how big of a relief it was to have him scheduling things and keeping them on track, especially during the more stressful days where he’d suggest doing some less intense scenes of characters just talking. There were a lot of times where Greg had to tell them that they couldn’t do a certain thing and they had to go and come up with something again, but it was ultimately necessary to have had happen.

There were a LOT of times where Jason wrote something that they really liked… and then had to tell him that they couldn't do it, especially due to the budget and the schedule. It was hard, but Jason was very happy with how things came out in the end. And there were times where they were able to make it work, like having black holes.

Another question from the audience was if Locus’ Sword Quest would mean that he’d get an alien baby. Miles, in his opinion, thought that Crunchbite was just super fucked up and a big fat liar. Burnie is all for Locus having a baby, however. Greg even brings up the alien pregnancy poster shown in the finale, so it can’t be that rare, right?

As far as if Locus would be a good parent, Miles says maybe and ‘he needs therapy’.

Regarding the changes done to Chrovos, Jason (like the rest of us) saw Kalirama and got excited about a female villain, so when that ultimately petered out he came up with Lady Chrovos. How he cast Lee Eddy is that he saw her at the Camp Camp panel the previous year and really wanted to give her a role somehow.

He described Chrovos in the notes as a ‘predatory Glenn Close crossed with Maria from The Sound of Music’. There were also many takes done of Lee’s voice since, due to her expositing a lot, they wanted to make her fun to listen to so that it wouldn’t be boring. The directors eventually brought Jason in to direct via Skype (Jaosn liked int he UK) in order to get the performance that they were looking for, and luckily Lee nailed it.

Jason tended to put a lot of British slang in his scrips, and they had to be cut because no one knew any of them meant.

There were a lot of questions about RvB’s future and where it’s going next. This leads to Burnie asking the panel about how they feel about Halo Infinite and having to switch to that. He talks about his experience with switching engines since it happened several times during his run, such as thinking that they went to Halo 2 too early due to doing it because it was newly released and wanting to go ahead and rush into it. They learned their lesson when switching to Halo 3.

When it came to learning to fit the story into a new engine, Burnie would load whatever iteration he was going to be working with, wonder through Blood Gulch, and look at stuff to figure out what was there and how they can and can't work with things within the limitations that they had.

As for Halo Infinite, Burnie’s looking forward to seeing what can do within it. Miles is super happy to see the classic armor return due to it being much more simplistic. Greg jokes about how they just did a time travel arc, and Halo just so happened to go back to the more retro look. Coincidence?!

Everyone, including the audience, agree that Halo 3 is the one they liked working in best.

Another audience question is what the crew thinks that Caboose’s Starter Pokemon would be.Miles says Miltank due to Caboose misunderstanding what the Pokemon would look like cause… well, ‘tank’. Burnie says Yoshi. Wrong series Burnie! Someone also says Mr. Mine cause then Caboose could play Charades all day.

On the topic of Pokemon, Burnie talks about video game movies like Detective Pikachu, and movies more inspired by video games like the Resident Evil series. RvB has been around during the era where it looked like a video game movie was going to be a blockbuster… and those failed. But now there seems to be some kind of footing forming for video game films that aren't quite like the game, but still works like RvB is for Halo.

Going back to S17, there was a point where they considered re-using old footage from previous seasons to make the workload easier, but aside from a few shots in montages, that didn’t work. Everything had to be re-shot, re-recorded, and they had to get back all the original voices that weren’t on the show anymore for a job they did years ago. A big reason why is because of how the quality has evolved much higher quality things look now, so putting together old Halo footage with new would have been very noticeable.

Speaking of things evolving, Miles talks about how he feels that all the characters, in some form, have changed a lot over the years. Characters like Caboose are nothing like they were in the beginning. They actually did talk for quite a while about if they should have past!Caboose sounds more like he did then or just stick with the current voice. They kept it the same since Sarge had a similar case where the voice sounded nothing like now (cue everyone staring at Matt) but they didn’t change it there, so they didn’t do it for Caboose.

On that though, when everyone turns to look at him, Matt (who had been quiet throughout at this point) reveals that he wanted to do a little game. He often gets asked about Sarge quotes, but he can never remember them. So he wrote down a whole bunch, and so whenever anyone talks to him/asks him something for the rest of the panel, he’ll respond with a random Sarge quote (in this case, he does the Angelina Jolie lines from the Internet vs Real Life PSA). It is absolutely glorious. If you watch the video for any reason, do it for this!

Back on the topic of character evolution though, Miles got obsessed with the idea of Freelancer essentially being like high school when writing the Wash episode and liked the idea of having a character confront who and where they were then and recognizing who you are now.

Speaking of Wash, Jason talks about his and Carolina’s relationship as well as about Wash’s disability. To him, he found it weird how a show about war very rarely had the cast get hurt and how they’re usually killed off instead ( Jason: “Or they’ll die temporarily and come back, like Donut” Miles: “And Church, and Lopez…” Burnie: Lopez had so many lines this season). So he likes this new avenue with Wash.

Burnie, after pointing out how he’s been doing Lopez for so long after it was just supposed to be a dumb joke and he STILL hasn’t learned any Spanish, brings up having to record early Church again, who was very shouty. At this point, Burnie cannot do that for very long before he gives out. I guess that might explain why he sounded somewhat off. Miles has similar problems with other roles, only being able to do David in Camp Camp for so long due to the energy levels and he can no longer use his early!Jaune voice due to his vocal cords no longer being able to hit that range.

The directors threw in some Easter Eggs during the black hole, such as Genkins golf ball form when he knocked one into a black hole in S6. Which… guess I’ll have to rewatch cause I didn’t notice any Easter Eggs at all, but apparently a lot of others did.

They announce some new merch coming up. This includes some new shirts for the Grif Collection line, some shirts like that one released on RT’s Anniversary), and a second wave for the RvB Rivals line.

They also aired the RvB17 Blooper Reel… but due to copyright, this was cut from the video. Apparently, there was some kind of montage of Caboose saying ‘hello’ though. Still, gotta wait for the DVD for that one.

The last few minutes are more audience questions. One is about asking if the machinima team will do anything with the PC version of the Master Chief Collection. Austin says that, if there’s mod support, there could be the possibility of mashing up some of the Halo games. Burnie also talks about Theater Mode and how much of a relief it was to have added to the console versions, so with it coming to all iterations, this is very beneficial to them.

They also talk about how whenever there’s a big Halo-related announcement, they get a lot of questions. Like if they’ll switch to PC after the recent announcement about the Master Chief Collection… while they were already in the middle of filming S17. Whether they will or not they don’t know since they need to look it over first and figure out all the quirks and limitations of the game mechanics first.

Burnie: Does Sarge know any Caboose lines?

Matt (as Sarge): Quiet Bluetard.”

Question about crossing over RvB with any other RT show. The popular answer is Camp Camp due to their comedic tones. Miles does change his answer to Day 5 just to see how they'd survive without sleep and jokes about how Grif would give in and be a goner within 30 seconds. Other shows thrown out are On the Spot and The Chip Show. Burnie brings up how there’s this in-universe show in Lazer Team and he’d like to see them appear on that.

There was a question about if there would ever be an RvB movie. Burnie asks the audience if they would be interested after this many years, and there is a LOOOOT of cheering. Burnie and Matt have very ominous looks throughout. No answer on if it would ever happen or not, but maybe one day.

“What was your favorite running gag in S17, and why was it shooting Donut?” Give the guy who asked that a medal.

So there was some kind of cut there, so moving on…

Miles talks about (I think) bringing back characters like O’Malley and Kai at the end of Chorus as a way to say goodbye to them. But after Joe and Jason came in, they decided to use those characters more. They especially grew to love Kai, Jason especially due to her filthy humor and absolutely owning it.

They talk about how Tucker and Kai seem similar due to their sexually charged humor… but they are quite different. Tucker’s is essentially a front that he uses to hide his insecurities and build himself up. Kai knows who she is, owns who she is, and you can either accept her or get the Hell out of her way.

Someone asks for them to recap RvB. Matt takes care of that with the following Sarge quote: “A priest, rabbi, and Grif walk into a bar… and then I kill ‘em!”. Best. Recap. EVER.

The final question is if they’d ever consider making RvB, or any other machinima series, outside of Halo. They talk about one they did long ago called Panics, which they didn’t continue due to split from the company, and since they have to license the video game footage to do machinima, they couldn’t do more.

As for RvB switching, that is unlikely to happen since it’s so ingrained into Halo now.

They have considered other machinima shows in the past. Miles would like to do one with Apex Legends… but since it has stuff like lip flaps and all, it wouldn’t work. Austin would like to do something with Call of Duty.

The panel ends with Miles asking the crew in the audience to stand up and everyone gives them applause.

#rvb #this took FOREVER #but I did it!

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shauds-archived · 5 years

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Can I request Caring + Eddie, zachary, dick and Jason

Here it is, was tricky fitting all four characters in, so some didn't get as much focus as I would have liked.

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It's a well known fact that the Bats aren't very good at showing when they care. Well it's a well known fact for those who've been around the past four years. When they dragged a lost bird home on the basis of 'I care', they didn't quite realize how tricky learning to show those things again would be.

Dick has a pretty good idea for easing the transition, if he can get Jason out of the house that is.

Caring about Jason is hard sometimes. No, it’s not hard to care about him. It’s hard because, even with everything he’s done, they can’t stop, and all it’s taken to reach the point where they realize this, is Jason’s tentative return to the manor. It’s hard, because of all the things that Jason did because he thought they didn’t care, he doesn’t think they can care now. It’s easier for him to believe that he’s being kept around so they can monitor him for signs that he’s like a time bomb, waiting for him to explode, and not because the idea that he could disappear again is terrifying.

Because Jason looks at Bruce, and he looks for signs that all of Bruce’s stilted assurances are genuine, looks for the signs he remembers of the Bruce he knew who wasn’t a cuddle bug, but could still make it very clear that he cared, and Jason can’t quite grasp that this Bruce is different. That Bruce just can’t express things the way he used to, no matter how much all of them wish he could.

So Jason pushes, for those short minutes worth of emotion that Bruce just can’t express anymore. He brings up his death in casual conversation, throws the acts he’s committed in the times since like barbed knives that dig into his father long after the outward reaction has faded. Just a flinch or a hitched breath is all Jason gets out of it, but it’s enough until Bruce figures out what he’s doing and stops reacting. So Jason gets meaner and meaner and it’s just an endless toxic circle.

Dick knows it’s different when he’s there. Dick’s somehow gotten to be Jason’s favorite – the one good thing to come out of killing Joker that one time – and while Bruce has forgotten a lot about showing he cares in the years since they lost Jason, Dick’s learned a whole lot.

A lot, but not enough when it’s his father Jason wants, needs to give him that kind of attention right now. Just Dick could never be enough for that, no one person could and Jason’s on the verge of leaving, vanishing like he’s become so good at, and once that happens, Dick’s not sure there’ll be anything he or anyone can do.

So Dick does some research, and he makes some calls, he comes up with some very enthusiastic results. Then he goes to find Jason who’s unsurprisingly just come out of yet another argument with Bruce, in the guest room he’d claimed for himself.

”Waddaya want, Dickhead.” Jason says, not pausing in his methodical dismantling and destruction of a grapple gun.

”Dickhead?” He injects some hurt into his voice and looks over Jason’s shoulder at the steadily growing pile of mangles components. “What happened to Dickybird?” He pouts a pout that Jason doesn’t see. “Heh.” He shrugs, “I can work with that. Come on, I got us tickets for a magic show.”

“You mean I can leave the manor?” Jason gasps, then picks up a hammer and smashes a gear in a sharp, loud motion that Dick refuses to flinch at. Over the top as always.

”No one ever said you couldn’t.” Dick nudges his little brother’s shoulder. “Come on.”

Jason ignores him, so Dick nudges him again, and again, and again, each nudge getting progressively closer to a shove, until he’s knocked Jason of the chair.

”Shit.” Dick takes one look at Jason’s gaping mouth and wide eyes before he takes off, the scraping sounds of Jason’s pursuit following him moments later.

”You’re fucking dead!”

The wrestling match that ensues takes them clear across the manor. It only ends with a tumble down the grand staircase gets them a very sour look from Alfred who declares he needs peace and sends them out.

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Outside the theater, Dick picks out the parts of Jason that match up with the memories of his little – not so little anymore – brother. The way the tips of his hair curl in all manner of directions now it’s gotten long enough and Jason has given up on combing it into a semblance of neatness. It’s all black, the white having been dyed out only a few days ago. The twist of his lips that displays his disdain for all the world to see. How the shuffling of his feet when he feels the eyes of strangers lingering on him and he turns to make sure Dick’s still there belies the true nature of that scowl. Dick grins and Jason turns to look at anything else.

”Can’t believe I fell for this.” Jason mutters, tucking his hands deep within the pockets of his large coat. It’s Bruce’s, just more proof that Jason needed to get out of that manor, he hasn’t even had the chance to get clothes other than the ones he had when he got there.

”Ah.” Dick resists the sudden impulse to tousle Jason’s hair already tousled hair while he can still reach it easily and instead sidles up closer to the kid. “I haven’t seen you in a week, I don’t do something and someone’s gonna steal my spot as your favorite.” Aw screw it, Jason’s only nineteen, he’s probably going to get even bigger, and Dick will have lost the window in which he can tousle his brother’s hair, so he tousles Jason’s hair.

”You’re everyone’s favorite.” Jason growls out and slaps Dick’s hand away and ducks out of reach, his scowl deepening. “And I’m reconsidering as we speak!” He tries to loom over Dick, but Dick’s been loomed over by taller people, and it’s not exactly intimidating when not even an hour ago he came this close to driving a spit covered finger into Jason’s ear.

Not when a glare from a couple of old ladies is enough to have Jason hunching into the upturned collar of Bruce’s coat like a chastised little turtle, his eyes shifting every which way. “A fucking magic show, I swear.”

”Hey, I distinctly remember you saying you loved magic.” Dick grins and plants his hands on Jason’s shoulders, steering his brother into the theater as the crowd starts moving, getting a weary frown for his troubles.

”I said I am magic, not I like magic, Dickhead.” So petulant, Dick almost can’t resist trying to noogie Jason’s head into that coat, but he does, because they’re about to go in, and he doesn’t want Jason ditching now that they’ve already gotten this far.

”Adorable.” He says instead, and squeezes his little brother’s shoulders just a bit tighter, to Jason’s inaudible grumbles of frustration.

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Any idiot could tell you Dick isn’t paying attention to the show, that he has about as much interest in what’s happening on the stage as Jason does in learning miming, mimery… whatever the fuck it is that mimes do. However, Jason has never been interested in learning the art of the mime, he’s sure he’s never given anyone the impression that he has, but Dick? Dick had been ecstatic for this show. He’s just about literally dragged Jason from his very careful, piece-by-piece destruction of Bruce’s equipment, and now he doesn’t seem to give a damn.

No, Dick’s too busy alternating between no-so-subtly scanning the audience, and looking forlornly at the empty seat besides Jason, and the back to crowd searching. It makes about as much sense as anything else Dick’s done since he let Jason be dragged back to the manor in the first place. A short series of events that had given Jason nothing but a long series of headaches.

So Jason can’t really watch the show either, he’s too busy searching out either a threat, or whoever the fuck it is Dick saw fit to invite here with them. He hopes it’s the former and that the chair thing is just a stupid coincidence, and if – because the universe has apparently decided Jason’s life is a joke – it is the latter, and one of Dick’s nearsighted buddies is coming, he hopes it’s not his replacement Robin. Because that would undo a hell of a lot of work Jason’s still a little iffy on his willingness to maintain.

The show ends and that smug look Dick had had since the manor has faded, slowly, bit by bit, along with it.

”Not as fun as you were hoping Dickybird?” Jason knows his tone is a little spiteful and the tired frown he gets in response makes him think it’s more than a little. It’s reflex more than anything else, and he actually does feel a little bad about Dick’s loss of enthusiasm. So he awkwardly, and a little roughly, pats his bothersome brother on the shoulder.

”Did you at least enjoy the show, Jay?” Dick asks, a little more hopeful than peeved at Jason’s assumed disinterest for now.

This would be the time for Jason to lie, wouldn’t it? Not the time to say that he’s been too busy searching the audience for some kind of supervillain attack to watch any of the thing, but then Dick might ask which part of the thing he enjoyed. Jason looks to the stage in search of an answer, at the familiar young magician who’s still taking his bow, turning the flowers being tossed at him into doves that light up the theater before exploding in a shower of soft sparks. Real magic. It doesn’t give Jason a non-offensive answer for Dick, but it does give him a question.

”Hey, when did Zach get superpowers?” He lets his surprise settle thickly over his face and hopes it's enough to get Dick's attention.

”So, you know him?” Dick asks, looks back at the stage, then to Jason who nods.

”From a coupla Bruce’s gala’s but I guess?”

Dick’s reaction, as can be expected, is entirely over the top. His face splits apart in a wide grin and his hand closes around Jason’s arm like a vice and to begin dragging Jason through the theater. “That’s great! We should go and say hi.”

”No.” Jason says, with as little inflection as possible and tries to rip his arm out of Dick’s hold. “I already did one stupid thing with you today. Lemme go.” His attempts at escape prove futile, whatever the fuck Dick is, he’s got a good grip, and in the confined space of the backstage hallways, Jason doesn’t stand a chance unless he goes with stabbing. He is not going with stabbing. Not yet.

”C’mon Jay, this is just like the thing with Alfred, you know you wanna see him.” Dick stops and looks at Jason imploringly, like Jason saying hi to a kid he met maybe a handful of times four years ago is the most important thing in the world. “I’ll let you play dress up in my suit for another night.”

”Oh god, just shut up.” Jason does succeed in yanking his arm out of Dick’s hold this time, and he stomps by his brother before he has to find out if his face has really gone as red as he thinks it has. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near your skintight fairysuit again.” And he doesn’t, he really doesn’t, that thing was fucking uncomfortable, and he that whole thing’s brought him nothing but trouble. “Fucking hell.”

Dick’s chuckling under his breath as he follows after and Jason hunches deeper into Bruce’s ridiculously warm coat. Asshole. His parents really knew what they were doing when they named him.

All it takes to get them to the dressing room are a couple waves at the two staff members they pass along the way, so either he’s been here before then or the security is trash and they should all be fired. Doesn’t matter, it’s just in and out, all Jason has to do is open the door, say ‘hi’ and leave. That’s it, and it’s all he’s doing.

He thinks it’s all he’s doing until they near the door and hear the crashing and skidding of a scuffle within, maybe it is that they just got in because the security is terrible then. They clear the hall in the next few strides – hey, Jason might not know the guy anymore, but he doesn’t want to be responsible for a kid having his guts splayed across the walls of his dressing room – and it’s Dick who throws the door open, ready to get involved in whatever’s happening in there.

”I can’t believe you’ve done this again.”

Which turns out to be a very disgruntled Zach trying to tug some red meta kid through his window.

”Not my fault, the ticket burned up.” The whined, and there was a scrabbling from the other side of the wall that was probably his feet trying to find purchase to push himself through the window. “And my shirt, and my shoes…” he let out a huff that sounded more like a sigh, then a mantra of, “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…” when Zach took hold of his arms and started pulling again.”

”A normal person,” Zach gave a sharp tug, “would have used,” another tug, “the door!” he gave one last tug and managed to pull the kid through and into the room, where he and Zach fell to the ground in a heap of limbs and expletives.

”Swear jar!”

”Shut up Eddie.” Zach pushed the boy off him and, only after standing, he noticed the two people standing in his doorway. “Nightwing?” Zach blinked at them, then hurriedly started patting down his suit. “Were you…” he waved at the window, “or, was there something you needed.”

”We.” Dick grabbed Jason by the scruff of Bruce’s coat and yanked him into a very close, very chummy one-armed hug before he could duck it. “Just caught your show, it was amazing, wasn’t it Jason?” He doesn’t miss the way Zach subtly preens at the praise.

”Hi.” Jason gave a two-fingered salute, and then tried to walk away, as planned, but Dick grabbed him and pulled him close again. Yeah, he was definitely considering stabbing now. He glared at Dick to make his intent known; it was the polite thing to do after all.

”Yeah, and Nightwing’s the one who invited me.” Red Guy leapt to his feet, an uncomfortably familiar smile on his face when Dick gave an affirmative nod.

”I was getting worried you wouldn’t make it.”

”He didn’t make it.” Jason mumbled under his breath, but no one seemed to hear him.

”See, I told you I was… wait.” The kid turns abruptly from his very put upon friend, and back to Jason and Dick, scrutinizing them in a way the lack of pupils in his yellow eyes made it hard to tell. Eyes with a very familiar… shit.

Dick smiled, as he’d somehow caught on that Jason had caught in, fucking mind readers him and Bruce both, then had the gall to tussle Jason’s hair again before releasing him into the room with none too gentle shove.

Jason manages to keep himself from tripping and shoves his hands deep into his pockets when he comes to a stop a couple feet from Eddie. Someone else who’s probably forgotten him. “What they hey K.D, you forget the sun block or somethin’.”

”He made a deal with a demon.” Zach’s in front of his mirror, trying to straighten the damage that’d been done to his once neatly pressed suit by Eddie’s tumble through the window. “Thought you were off being a supervillain now.”

”I was never a fucking supervillain!” Jason growled at the guy, his hands balling into tight fists in his pockets.

”Swear jar!” Eddie yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Jason, the deflating almost as quickly, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Wait, a supervillain? Okay hold on…” He went back to squinting at Jason. And Jason, well he is a little insulted, he recognized Eddie despite the fact that he’s an honest to goodness devil now. Jason hasn’t changed all that much, at least not physically he doesn’t think.

”Yes, he’s alive, the doorway between life and death is basically a merry-go-round at this point.” Zach says, leaning in closer to the mirror to pat his hair into place.

”Yeah but…”Eddie’s eyes are wide now, and his bottom lip has begun quivering.

”Shit.” Jason mutters and looks back, but Dick has, predictably, abandoned him. Jason doesn’t know what to do here, with this… emotional type thing.

”Hot damn.” Eddie whispers, he takes a short, slow step towards Jason, reaches out with one hand to pat Jason’s arm, then draws back as though he’s been burned, which is kind of ironic, because the next thing he does is throw himself at Jason for a hug.

Hot damn is fucking right, Eddie’s body temperature is high as a damned boiler room. The hug chars the first layer of fabric on Bruce’s coat almost immediately, it thankfully doesn’t take Eddie long to realize what he’s doing. “I’m sorry.” Eddie’s lip has begun trembling now. “Knew about the life-death thing, but I didn’t think anyone I knew would… would…” He reaches out for Jason again, and pulls Jason into another scorching hug, and there goes the second layer of fabric, two more and Jason’s in trouble.

”Eddie.” Zach tosses a hairbrush at them, and Eddie pulls back again. “Now I’m embarrassed for you, because god knows you won’t be for yourself.

”I said I’m sorry.” Eddie said again, his voice coming one decibel from being a shout, he turns his eyes pointedly at the coat he’s ruined.

”S’okay.” Jason’s voice is a little tight, so he clears his throat and tugs on the coat. “T’s Bruce’s, and I’m lookin’ to wreck as much of his shit as I can get my hands on.”

The room is quiet for a couple of awkward moments, before Eddie speaks up again.

”Hey, hey, guess who’s a Titan.” Eddie stands so tall when he says it, puffs out his chest so proudly, Jason feels bad that he couldn’t contain his scoff, and surprised that Zach’s reaction is very similar. “Aw come on, both of you?”

”We’ll say nice things at your funeral.” Zach says, he’s magiced up another hairbrush, Jason wonders if he could do that trick with food too. “I’ll put on a complimentary show.”

”Yeah screw that, you didn’t come to my funeral.” Jason tries to put his hands back in his pockets, but the pockets and the coat choose that moment to fall apart into a pool of fabric at Jason’s feet.

”Hot damn.” Eddie says again, and he looks like he’s going to start crying again. “You’re actually alive again, how did that even, it’s just…”

”Didn’t make a deal with a demon.” Well not exactly. “Seriously, what the fuck?”

”Bitter you’re the only one in the room without a superpower, Jason?” Zach smirks, leans back against his dresser.

”Yeah, magical birdies seem real useful.” Jason toes the coat away from him and directs his glare at Zach.

”Weren’t you a magical birdie?” Eddie asks, cocking his head to the side. “What was that thing you used to say?"

No, there’s no way Eddie remembers that, and Jason never said it in front of Zach. Not even when they accidentally got their hands on that alcoholic chocolate.

”Being Robin gives me magic!” Dick, the fucking traitor calls out from wherever he’s disappeared to. Forget stabbing, Jason’s going to strangle him to death, slowly, when he’s done igniting some napalm under these two laughing idiots that is.

***

The thing is, Jason needs emotional to feel like someone cares about him, he needs spontaneous displays of affection, whether they’re words or touches that make it easier to believe. Just the occasional, an ‘I do care about you,’ isn’t enough, no matter how sincere or how much he believes it in the moment. The Bats don’t do emotional; they haven’t for a long time, Bruce being the biggest offender right there.

Dick can’t pick up the slack, no one person could, but no one person could pick up the slack when Dick had gone through something similar – similar, but so, so different – to what’s been going on with Jason Bruce. So Dick has filled that hole with friends who, through the years, have become as close as family.

Dick’s feeling pretty good about himself, that he got Jason around people he’s managed to hit it off with and hopefully not spending all his time being mad at Bruce will help Jason find himself more. It’s the best he can do to help his little brother right now.

He’s feeling good about himself, right up until he has to explain to Bruce a week later that his son has disappeared into another dimension with a couple of other teenagers in search of the Phantasm.

Yeah, “Oops,” doesn’t quite cut it.

#Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Eddie Bloomberg #Zachary Zatara #FanFiction

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Yo so I’m gonna rant a little about the murder mystery dinner theater show I did over the weekend because I’m still in Post-Show Mode, which means that this is all I’ll be talking about for at least a week, if not more, because I miss the show and don’t want it to be over Brace yourself

So the show is called Final Cut and the story is that all the characters are B-list Hollywood stars (3 actors, a director, a casting director, and a makeup artist) and the audience is a bunch of potential backers for the director’s new movie, in which all of the characters are involved. Then murder happens and one of the actors takes it upon himself to solve the case before anyone calls the police, since being witnesses/accessories to a murder would not be good for the careers of anyone present.

It occurs to me that I’m gonna be using names a lot and that you know precisely none of these people and presumably none of these characters so quick key: Me = Cherri Pitt (ba-dum-tss) = Slightly desperate actress new to Hollywood, hellbent on keeping Eddie in line and keeping the lead role, dating Rock because he has connections, pretending to be dumber than she is Nick = Rock Stud = Leading man opposite Cherri, dating Cherri, neither the brightest nor the humblest crayon in the box Jason = Eddie Cheek = Director of the movie, stole the script and claims to have written it himself, Douchebag of the Year (played by the sweetest human being on the planet--gotta love acting), murdered second Faith = Nova DeVoe = Second lead in the movie, One Diva to Rule Them All, known for stealing lead roles from other actresses, murdered first, Rock’s ex-wife and Eddie’s ex-lover, found Eddie and Cherri sealing the movie deal as it were Katherine = Billie Clubb (ba-dum-tss) = Casting director, head of a bankrupt management company, the real author of the script Eddie stole and SPOILER ALERT the killer, the script doesn’t say so but Katherine decided that Billie’s gay--it’ll become relevant later Shannah = Quinnie Winston = Eccentric makeup artist, works on all of Eddie’s movies because Eddie hit her with his car and arranged a deal with her where he’d employ her if she didn’t take him to court, it’s revealed about halfway through that she faked the car accident and that she’s done it before and been arrested for fraud Savannah = director of the show = One of the most amazing people alive

It was a lot of firsts for me, including my first murder mystery dinner theater, and every second of it was So Much Fun

We only had two weeks of rehearsal, and even though there were some bumps along the way (missing people for several rehearsals due to unavoidable schedule schtuff; being told two days before our dress rehearsal that we couldn’t actually pull costumes from the costume closet, etc.), those bumps resulted in really fun things (one night we were missing Faith, Nick, and Jason--half our cast--so Shannah, Katherine, and I did character work with Savannah for nearly three hours, just talking through our characters’ backstories and attitudes toward various things and people and backgrounds with each of the other characters, which was really fun and resulted in us doing the same thing the next day with Faith, Nick, and Jason, which was even more fun, because Faith and Jason did the whole thing in character like they were on a talk show, and their characters are giant divas/asshats, so it was hilarious. Because of the Costume Veto, we had/got to go thrift shopping for our costumes, and Nick, Jason, Shannah, and I all went together, which was super-fun. We talked and joked and it felt really nice to become closer to these people who are all so sweet and so much cooler than me. Jason found a scooter, wheeled around on it like a giant, adorable child, then proceeded to buy it for himself along with the tux he needed for the show. I was looking for a red dress, since my character’s name is Cherri and it Works, and we couldn’t find one that fit that day, so the next day, Jason drove me to another thrift shop and we found a perfect dress nearly straight away and spent the next half-hour or so just browsing the store and chatting and if he weren’t in the most adorable relationship I’ve ever seen with Nick, I’d have the Crush to End All Crushes on him, like the child I am. That being said, I have Friend Crushes on literally this entire cast and just about 90% of the theater department as a whole. Anyway)

Like I said, the show was a lot of firsts for me, and more firsts included the first time I’ve ever worn red lipstick, liquid eyeliner, or fake eyelashes (all very fun to play with but way too much effort to be worth wearing for anything other than theater). I had to have help putting on the eye makeup; otherwise, I would certainly have gone blind. But multiple times, I was told I looked really nice, which you better know I have internalized like there’s no tomorrow (compliment people, folks; you never know, you might just make their day/week/life/etc.). This was also my first role involving sex, bc I am a Smol Bean Child both inside and out. No sex happened during the show (see again the Smol Bean Child point), but it was a big part of my backstory and a big part of why I’m suspicious. It’s established that my character, Cherri, is new to Hollywood and has had so many failed auditions that when she auditioned for Eddie (played by Jason the Adorable) and he proposed a casting-couch deal, she agreed (don’t worry--she got evidence of it so she could blackmail him if he stepped out of line), and now she’s got her first lead role in a movie. Also, Cherri started dating her costar Rock (played by Nick the Tol) at the first readthrough for the movie, and that had really fun implications for our cast because 1) Nick is 6′4″ and I’m 5′2″ and Rock & Cherri were supposed to be all over each other all night and she was supposed to be hanging on his arm a lot of the time so for half the rehearsal process my hands were up by my face, then I got 4-inch heels (which were 3 sizes too big for me--ha!) and during the actual show they were closer to my sternum but it was still funny whenever I cuddled him because it was like “here let me nuzzle your elbow, Rock, dearest” and 2) Remember when I said that Jason and Nick are dating each other? They’re the Cutest Cute to Ever Cute and I will fight you on this I get diabetes every time I see them interact out of character but it was really fun to pretend to have slept with both of them when they’re dating each other irl. I think it was our mutual friend & castmate Jamie (a different Jamie than the one who will turn up later) who called it “living the dream” when I told her, and I was only half-kidding when I agreed (It doesn’t help my juvenile brain that Jason is bi, so me dating him is a “plausible” fantasy--dammit brain knock it off).

I’m really proud of all the character work I did, though, and I loved going really deep into my backstories with everyone and with myself (I have a 12-page Word document of stuff I came up with for Cherri and I could easily have done more if we’d had more than 2 weeks of rehearsal), and I loved the guided-improv style of the show (we had less of a script and more of a sequence of events, with really important Here’s-A-Clue lines being scripted, and in between big important “scenes” we mingled with the guests in character but we had so much character work done that it was less like improv, which terrifies me, and more like a real conversation, which terrifies me slightly less). We’d done so much character work that I felt like Cherri was for the most part a full-fledged human, whom I was temporarily inhabiting, rather than a character I was playing, which I’m told is what acting is supposed to be, and it was a blast. There were hiccups, of course--improv’s not my strong suit, and I did sort of procrastinate on memorizing the scripted lines I did have--but it was all still super fun, and the show went really well!

More miscellaneous memories:

-The time Faith was helping me fix my hair and just looked me in the face and said “Cali, you’re so pretty” and I Melted -The few times people would tell me I looked great in Cherri’s dress (you better know I internalized that shit) -The lift that wasn’t (at the end of the show, after the killer is revealed and apprehended, I’m supposed to leap into Rock’s arms and proclaim him my hero. Remember, Rock is 6′4″, I’m 5′2″, and I’m in a floor-length, close-to-the-legs dress and 4-inch heels that are 3 sizes too big. That ain’t gonna work. So we changed it to a ballroom-dance lift where I’d be on his hip and he’d spin me around then put me back down instead of me being in his arms and kissing him the way the script says (cue sigh of relief because I’ve never kissed anyone before onstage or off and I didn’t want to subject poor Nick to what I’m sure would Not have been a Good Time). Then we tried it in costume and between me not being able to jump in the Hell Heels and Nick not being able to get a steady hold of me, we decided to just cut the lift altogether and just hug each other instead) -The stage fall that wasn’t (nearer the beginning of the show, a kerfuffle is heard offstage: Rock says, “What are you doing? No!” And screams and you hear an explosion and Rock throws himself into the room as though thrown back by the explosion. He pretend-dies and freaks us all out, then reveals that it was a prank and Eddie threatens to fire him for it. When we started rehearsals, poor Nick was understandably apprehensive about throwing himself onto the hard-wood (or whatever the heck that substance is) floor, since he’s so Tol and he says he wasn’t very good at stage falls in Movement (I refuse to believe there is anything this Angel is not good at, but I digress). So we ended up having him crawl onstage as though mortally wounded, which we decided was funnier anyway, since it took so long and was exactly the kind of extra Nick had decided Rock was) -The dumb names that our audience members wrote on the name cards we gave them and with which we had to address them all night (including but not limited to Captain Schmitty Jones, Two-Tap Shakur, Me No, Schnitzel, and Dr. Dixmal--I had fun appealing to “Dr. Dixmal” when Nova died; I looked right at him and said, “You’re a doctor! Do something!” And he Panicked. “Me No” about died laughing.) >“Me No” later told me that his name came from when everyone was mingling around before the plot really started and Eddie had come up to him and said, “I like your shirt; who made it?” He responded, “Me,” because he had in fact made it himself, and Eddie went, “What’s Me’s last name?” Jamie (“Me No’s” real name) just looked at him and went, “No...” Eddie walked away, muttering “Me No...” And Jamie put it on his name card and that was that. -The audience’s investment in the show and in messing with us >They had really vocal reactions to both of the deaths and to everything else. >I was asked point-blank what was in my purse multiple times during the ten-minute window where there was nothing in it but Cherri didn’t know there was nothing in it, so I panicked and said “just lady things,” and that became a meme for the rest of the night, including when we were lined up along the front for questioning and it was brought up again and I kept insisting it was “just lady things” and Jamie (“Me No”) said “It’s okay, honey, we’ve all seen a tampon before” and started a chant of “Lady things! Lady things! Lady things!” Reacting to that in character was an Adventure. >Jason’s sister and cousin gave all the characters nicknames, which we didn’t discover until the killer was revealed and Jason’s sister shouted, “Billy Ray Cyrus, no!” (I asked them later what my nickname was and they admitted to calling me Cherri Armpit--I expect nothing less) >When Eddie died, he had the knife that killed him in his hand (he was stabbed in the back, though; clearly homicide) and Rock took it and later used it to threaten Billie when she was revealed as the killer. He pulled it on her and Jamie shouted “Kill her!” Billie took the knife from Rock and threatened him with it while she monologued and Jamie shouted “Kill him!” >One person called me over while we mingled to ask what my favorite color was (I said red, because my name is Cherri and it Works) and why my dress was red and why I had “lady things” in my purse (“for...I dunno...blood??”). >A few people asked what was on my recorder after I’d semi-privately threatened Eddie with it and after he’d stolen it from my purse but before I was scripted to reveal it to everyone, so I had to dodge the question and when they asked if I could play it for them, I ended up saying it depended on how Eddie behaved and walking away as mysteriously as I could before they could ask any more questions. >There were a few instances during the mingling sessions where Billie called me over to insist that I could do better than Rock and several audience members overheard and agreed with her (it pained both me and Cherri to have to defend Rock). >When Eddie died, he had my recorder in his hand and it was scripted that I go straight for it, and when I did, Jamie yelled at me, “He’s dead, girl!” >He also challenged Rock to spell motive when Rock was saying he was going to figure out everyone’s motives for killing Nova and Eddie, and Rock stood there for a second before starting, “E...” and I ended up having to feed it to him. >During one of the mingling sessions, Rock was talking about how smart he was, and to prove it, he said, “Did you know that there are actually two Himalayas? Yeah. One’s in Africa and one’s in Europe.” Eddie overheard him and mocked him for it, and it came back later and Jamie overheard and yelled, “That’s not even a little bit true!” I ended up having to defend Rock again, leading to me looking Eddie in the eyes and saying, “If there’s only one, why is it called the Himalayas?” Cherri was screaming inside her head; she graduated magna cum laude from Bryn Mawr, and this is what she’s doing? >My friend Gaston came to watch our dress rehearsal, because we needed humans on whom to practice, and I need you to understand before I tell this story that Gaston is Good and Pure and Must Be Protected. When Nova died, it was revealed that she’d prepared an acceptance speech for when Eddie took the lead role from me and gave it to her, and Quinnie had to read it out loud (it was a Cleverly Disguised summary of everyone’s motives to kill her), and it hammered home just how much of a diva she was. So during the subsequent mingling session, I went over to Gaston and said, “I’m surprised she didn’t write anything about how humble she was” (I was supposed to let how smart I really was show upon occasion so that audience members would suspect me). Gaston the Good and Pure responded, “Well, I’m sure she’s humble wherever she is now.” >There’s a scene where I lose my recorder and accuse Eddie of stealing it because he knew it would get him blacklisted if I played it for anyone, and Rock comes up and asks me what’s wrong, and I’m supposed to say, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Rock. Eddie promised me the female lead if I, well...if I...you know...well, let’s just say that he’s a strong advocate of the casting couch,” and I keep going. But in those pauses on Saturday, our dear friend Jamie took the opportunity to interject, “It’s okay; you can say blowjob.” This guy made it really hard to stay in character sometimes, let me tell you. >So when Eddie died, he had a blood pack that was supposed to be in his mouth but was too big for him to reasonably conceal it and still be able to bite down on it, so he held it in his hand and broke it with his hand while coughing to make it look like he was coughing up blood. For both the dress rehearsal and the performance, Jason left that blood pack on the floor with the knife that killed him, which he had also been holding, when Nick and Shannah picked him up and carried his “body” offstage. At the dress rehearsal, our test audience was two people and neither of them said anything about the blood pack, but Rock pointed it out and asked, “Is that a used condom? Such a pervert.” (Our blood packs were indeed condoms filled with stage blood and Scotch-taped shut.) For the performance, while Rock and Quinnie were carrying Eddie away, several people asked, “You’re just gonna leave the knife there?” before Rock was supposed to pick it up, and “Captain Schmitty Jones” asked what the blood pack was, to which Rock responded, “It looks like a used condom. Eddie was always a pervert.” The whole room exploded (led by--you guessed it--Jamie), to the point where I almost didn’t hear Billie comment, “Well, I wouldn’t know.” (See it’s funny because she’s gay and therefore doesn’t use condoms--humor) >After the remaining suspects were lined up and questioned, we asked everyone to write down who they thought was the killer and why, and then before revealing who the killer was, we went over the solutions so we could give prizes for the most and least correct ones. Three separate people submitted that Billie killed Nova and Eddie because she was in love with me (Katherine had decided that Billie was gay, but hadn’t outright told anyone, because the show was supposed to take place in the 1950s), so snaps to Katherine for Quality Acting and letting her character work shine through. >One person submitted the solution that I had thought was correct when I first read the play: Quinnie killed Nova because Nova knew about Quinnie’s habit of jumping in front of cars and suing the drivers, and Cherri killed Eddie because he had broken his promise to her and given the lead to Nova and then to a random audience member after Nova’s death (and also I decided that it would have been because she hardcore hates Eddie because he’s a scumbag and she hates that she stooped to the casting-couch level and just Angst) -General fun with my fellow actors >One rehearsal, we didn’t have Katherine, so Jason stood in for her when we had to run over the end of the show, when and after Billie is revealed as the killer. This scene includes Billie being shoved into a chair, forced into handcuffs, and screaming and kicking in frustration after she’s caught. The sounds and facial expressions Jason made were generally adorable and hilarious (he has one sound in particular that can only be written down as “oh!” but is So Much Cuter and that’s the sound he made when Nick shoved him into the chair it was great) >The script says that Cherri and Rock are very lovey-dovey with each other almost at all times, and that was an adventure at first because Nick is really only lovey-dovey with Jason and I’ve never had an opportunity to be lovey-dovey with anyone so I Don’t Know How, but as the rehearsals continued, we got more comfortable with cuddling each other, and it got to the point where he booped my nose of his own accord and it was Great (is this what human affection feels like) >When we entered, we all had a quick introductory spiel to give, and in Rock’s, he mentions that he was the lead on a TV show that was cancelled after 6 episodes. The show was called Sky Fling, Pilot PI, and Nick decided to make it a running gag that Rock could never say it right, even though he was the lead in the damn thing. So I made it a running gag that every time Rock stumbled on it, Cherri would say quietly, “Sky Fling, Pilot PI, dear.” To which Nick/Rock responded by patting me on the head and telling anyone who was listening, “She’s so cute when she tries.” And like it was a dick move for Rock, and Cherri hated it, and I’m not usually a fan of being patted on the head (which has actually happened to me before, very condescendingly, and I hated it), but I kinda liked it when Nick/Rock did it?? >Our introductory spiels weren’t in the script; we had to come up with them, and when I improvised mine the first time we did it, it was a bit of a trainwreck, so that night after rehearsal I wrote a speech up and sent it to the director for editing and she said it was great and didn’t need to be edited, so that was Validating as Heck >Backstory: there’s a scene before Nova’s death when she says one too many rude things about me and I run up and shove her and say, “I heard the horrible things you said about me!” Then she proceeds to continue to be a terrible human being and says loudly enough for the whole room to hear, “We could have even been friends if I hadn’t found you with Eddie in my bed.” I lose it and try to strangle her, shouting, “Take it back!” because this is the first time it’s revealed for the whole audience to hear that I slept with Eddie (this is after I confront him with the recorder, but that’s quiet and only implies that we slept together). So, during one of the last rehearsals, while Rock is monologuing about how Nova’s body had red marks on her neck, so she must have been strangled, I felt someone’s eyes on me and found Billie staring pointedly at me, which was legitimately terrifying, so of course we had to put it into the actual show. >During the dress rehearsal on Friday, I had a real live good improv moment! During one of our mingling sessions, Billie got fed up with me and said that I was nothing special, because there had been a thousand new, desperate actresses to whom Eddie had given the casting-couch deal. She said to me, “There are a thousand Cherri Pitts out there.” Without even thinking, I innocently tilted my head and said, “No, I’m the only one called Cherri Pitt.” Savannah told me afterward that she had had to physically restrain herself from cackling when I’d said that, so that felt really good. >The performance on Saturday night was the first time we’d run the killer reveal with actual (plastic) handcuffs, and it turned out to be an adventure. Quinnie spent at least a whole minute, if not longer, trying to get one of Billie’s hands cuffed, and then was struggling so hard with the other hand that Rock had to help her (I desperately wanted to help, but I was supposed to stay on the other end of the room so I could run to Rock all dramatic-and-romantic-like after Billie was cuffed), and when they finally got her cuffed, there was enough time for the audience to applaud just a little, and then Billie tried resisting and yanked herself right out of the cuffs, so I gave up on my blocking and went over there and ended up just hovering uselessly while Quinnie just held Billie in place while Rock gave his triumphant monologue, ending with “Who’s the moron now, Billie Clubb?” Our dear friend Jamie chimed in with “Still you, dude.” I ended up only crossing a couple of feet to declare Rock my hero instead of the whole room. Dramatic. >So, by now you know that the recorder on which I recorded Eddie’s arrangement with me is pretty dang important to the plot. Well, for the whole rehearsal process, I’d been using my phone as a stand-in for it, assuming we’d have one in the prop closet which we could pull and I would use and it would be great. Not so--the closest thing the prop closet had to a cassette recorder was this big-ass boombox that must have been two feet across and weighed as much as a small dog. For the performance itself, Faith lent me a cassette player she had, and that fit in my purse and it was fine, but for the dress rehearsal, I got to run and get this behemoth for my big reveal for Eddie, and poor Jason had to drag it in with him when he died, and he had to pretend that Eddie hadn’t seen me recording us with it! >In the ending scene, when it’s revealed that Billie is the killer, she takes the knife that she used to kill Eddie back from Rock and holds Rock at knifepoint while she monologues and explains that Nova’s death was an accident but she meant to kill Eddie 100% and why she didn’t care that Nova was dead and why she killed Eddie and yada yada yada. Then at the end of all that, Rock rushes her and forces her to stab him, and he “dies,” and it looks real and I rush to him and cry over his “body” while Quinnie tries to keep Billie from escaping, and it’s revealed that Rock isn’t really dead, there’s a callback to his first fake death, it’s great. But this onstage death-by-stabbing means that we need a retractable knife. The only retractable knife we have is at least a decade old and on its last leg. So in Billie and Rock’s struggle for the knife during the dress rehearsal, it breaks before Billie’s had the chance to stab the blood bag Rock’s got in his shirt pocket. This means that Billie, panicking a little bit, starts trying to punch his blood bag open before giving up and sprinting off and the show continues as normally as it can. During the actual performance, we used another fake knife which wasn’t retractable, since the retractable one broke, and I couldn’t see whether or not Rock’s blood bag had broken properly because of where I was standing, so just to be sure, when I threw myself onto his body, I made sure to hit the blood bag. This was when I discovered that it had in fact broken and sprayed blood all over Rock just like it had been supposed to do. So I had fake blood on my dress and hands and arms and in my hair, and when I threw myself onto Nick, I heard the poor guy go “oof,” because he wasn’t expecting me to hurl myself on him with that much force. Sorry, Nick. >So, it’s been established that Eddie, Douchebag Director of the Year, was played by Jason, the Sweetest and Purest Human Being to Ever Grace the Planet. One of the notes he got from Savannah on Friday after the dress rehearsal was to be even sleazier and grosser than ever before for the performance, because when he died, she hadn’t felt like “Good, Eddie’s dead;” she’d gone “Awh, Jason died.” So on Saturday, while we were waiting for people to show up and starting to get into character and all that, this precious bean came up to me and asked in the politest manner you could possibly ask this question if he could slap my ass just to show how sleazy and gross Eddie is. This precious ray of sunshine and purity couldn’t even say the words “slap your [ass/butt/whatever he says, idk];” he had to mime it and say, “you know...” Now, the most intimate thing I’ve ever done with anyone is a Congratulations-On-Doing-Well-In-Your-Show Hug, so I panicked a little bit on the inside, but what I told him was, “It’ll make both Cherri and me really uncomfortable, but it’s 100% in character for Eddie, so yes. Go for it.” He looked unsure because I’d said that it’d make me uncomfortable (the BEAN), but I reassured him that I’d given him permission, so it was okay, and we agreed that he’d do it. So I was on tenderhooks the whole show waiting for that to happen, and then the grossest thing he did the whole show was get really close to me and tell me I looked “ravishing” (which still had my brain going, “Well, mark me down as scared and horny!”) and hug me mock-protectively when Nova called me “tainted goods” (I wasn’t expecting that, and neither was Cherri, and oh boy was it startling). I asked him about the absent ass-slap after the show, and he told me what had happened: there’s a bit where Eddie’s gone for a few minutes and right when we start to wonder where he is, he comes back in with women’s lingerie on over his shirt and pants, and he explains that he wanted to try it because he saw Ed Wood, Jr. do it and because it helps him relax, but he assures the audience that he’s still “all man, all right.” He had been getting closer and closer to me during this bit, and I had walked away to give him room and because I felt like that’s what Cherri would have done, since, you know, she’s slept with this sleazeball and hardcore regrets it and would rather not be closer to him than necessary. Jason told me that he was getting closer to me so that he could slap my ass on the words “all man, all right,” and I had walked away. So that happened. >Cherri’s supposed to be pretending to be dumb the whole show, with little bits of how smart she really is leaking through at key points, and I was kind of struggling with the dumb act for a while, especially with physicality and voice (bc my voice is v low & I naturally stand up hecka straight, and neither of those things is true for Cherri’s dumb act), but then I talked with the director about just what kind of voice she wanted from me and as she demoed it my brain went MARY KATE WILES AS ANNABEL LEE, so I gave her my Annabel impression and she said it worked great so Cherri’s dumb act was basically Annabel Lee but a little dumber and on the one hand I’m so sorry, MK, that I used Annabel as my basis for a dumb character, but in her defense she’s only pretending to be dumb, and also I got lots of compliments and was told it worked well, so I’m proud of myself and v excited >On a related note, while I was getting the note that I needed to be dumber, the director told me straight to my face that I naturally walk “very strong and tall, leading with [my] chest,” and like, it wasn’t explicitly a compliment, but it still felt really nice to know that this was a thing she’d noticed about me, and I considered it a good thing (ofc when I’m not playing a character who’s not supposed to do that), and it’s really nice when people tell you things they notice/think about you. idk >After the show, it was announced that we’re hoping to make the murder mystery dinner theater an annual thing, which is super-exciting because I freaking adore this and wanna do it more (although at this moment I’m still in post-show mode and specifically want to do this show with this cast and director again) >There was a lot of just chatting with the folks in the cast like actual friends, which was super-fun and still feels really special to me because Socialization Is Not My Strong Suit, nor is Having Real Live Friends With Whom I Interact Face-to-Face, and this entire theater department is filled with people who are all so much cooler than me, so it’s validating as hell when these people actively include me in their conversations and straight-up tell me nice things to my face and it’s clear that they mean it and it feels like they think I’m cool too which just??? Does not compute???? But feels so nice

Sorry about the big ol’ wall of text, but if I hadn’t done this, I would just rant about it for weeks on end and end up telling the same stories a hundred times because I’ve forgotten who’s heard which stories, so here are all of them.

So... yeah.

#cali.txt #theater is fun #i picked a good major #and i'm super glad and grateful i'm friends with these people #but Holy Shit am I gonna miss them when they graduate #murder mystery dinner theater #also known as My Favorite Genre

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oohlook-thevoid · 4 years

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My dream Batman trilogy coz The Batman trailer got me thinking.

Also putting everything under the cut because a) it’s probably gonna be kinda long and b) it’s overwhelmingly self-indulgent introduction of batkids with a side of plot

Movie 1

The world has progressed past the need for another origin movie so we're jumping in with an Under the Red Hood adaptation

As well as obviously including Bruce and Jason, Dick is there as Nightwing, Babs is Oracle and Tim is Robin

Usual Red Hood I'd on the scene taking over the criminal underground and gangs stuff

We're going with the Talia yeeted Jason into the pit storyline here and at some point Bruce visits Talia after the whole initial suspicions of Red Hood being Jason thing and as well as getting info there's definitely strong references to them last meeting 10yrs ago

And obviously Jason didn't die 10yrs ago, they parted ways and Talia tried to help as a means of bridging the gap between them again (which obviously didn't work)

Whilst Bruce is away current batkids deal with Jason 'I've been fucking replaced' drama as Red Hood goes after Robin

Bruce comes back afterwards we get into the final Batman-Joker-Red Hood showdown

Then idk something happens - I don't think Jason or Bruce should actually kill Joker in this but I do want that pasty bitch to die because I don't want to fucking deal with him in a later movie

So anyways idk something happens, the GCPD shows up post a (sort of) resolution being met between Bruce and Jason then Joker tries to pull some shit and idk man maybe like Commissioner Gordon just fucking shoots him because man is tired and it's what Joker deserves

Also speaking of Gordon I'm 99% sure I've consumed DC content with Jim knowing the batfam identities and I support that dynamic so that's also a thing here

Anyway end of the movie, Jason is back not actively trying to kill his family members, Joker is dead as he deserves

Then POST CREDIT SCENE! We're back with Talia and oh look a child. Yes, of course it's Damian and Talia has decided it's finally time for him to meet his father whoo!

Movie 2

Okay this is a little while later - only change is Damian is now Robin and Tim is Red Robin

So Joker is dead and Red Hood is no longer a crime lord controlling all the gangs as per the last movie - there's now a massive power vacuum in the criminal circles of Gotham and, as such, there's a big old power struggle going on

Anyway there are factions and someone is orchestrating a grab for power using various others

Within such others are Cluemaster/Arthur Brown and David Cain... Yes you know where this is going

A new cape is on scene going by the name Spoiler, she's leaving clues to plans and schemes which lead to Cluemaster's arrest and generally disrupt the main plan of whoever is orchestrating it in the background

That batfam catch up with Spoiler and end up working with her

Searching for more information of the grand plan (because who actually trusts Cluemaster with everything? Steph only has bits and pieces of the big stuff) they come across a girl. And yes it is Cass.

Anyway fight scene showing off how awesome Cass but it ends quick as she sees they’re defending themselves more than trying to hurt her

Congrats Bruce, it’s a girl!

So anyway detective stuff, detective stuff then WHAM there’s the big plan it’s coming to fruition and they’ve all gotta stop it.

Obviously they go, there’s a cool fight with them all working together and they win.

I don’t actually know who’s orchestrating this all - part of me wants to say it’s Riddler because I love Eddie and, I mean, in the animated Hush adaptation we have seen his ability to manipulate others to carry out his own plan plus considering the War of Jokes and Riddles happened the idea of Eddie kinda taking Joker’s place as ‘top rogue’ after the pasty bitch goes to hell seems quite satisfying to me

Regardless, everything seems good, the batfam has won and grown and everything seems good

Then (possibly as a post-credit?) everything goes dark. There’s the sound of fighting but the audience sees nothing. Light returns. There’s a couple restrained Talons now visible. But there’s also someone not visible. Batman is gone.

Movie 3

We start with a montage - Gotham is once more in chaos, this time though its because of the lack of a Bat

The batkids are grieving, they're struggling to cope with both the chaos of Gotham criminals generally and the emergence of the Court of Owls

There's also more internal conflict with Time being adamant that Bruce is alive and the others being more realistic which leads to Tim bailing on them a la Red Robin (2009)

Anyway, Alfred sees his grandkids going through shit and is determined to not let them meet the same fate as his son so he starts the We Are Robin inititative - people who are fighting back against the crime and corruption of Gotham and, in turn, thereby helping assist the batfam so they can focus on the Court

This stuff is more expository than being the actual plot of the movie and is ran through fairly quickly, probably montage style, so we can catch up with the main whatever of the movie.

So, two individuals who joined We Are Robin go like above and beyond I suppose, gaining the batfam’s attention and becoming vigilantes themselves - these are Duke Thomas (of course) and Harper Row (because I want to include her)

Since Gotham always need a Batman but also they need to focus efforts of the Court of Owls, the kids devise a rota. They rotate between Dick as Batman w/ Damian as Robin (because duh), Jason as Batman w/ Steph as Robin (because I think that would be neat) and then Cass as Batman w/ Harper and Duke as her Robins (because a) I love her dynamice with each of them individually and b) she deserves to be Batman)

On days they aren’t Batman and Robin-ing they work, led by Oracle, to trace down the HQ of the Court of Owls - any field work being carried out in their usual aliases

Meanwhile Tim, all on his lonesome because boy has issues, is also working against the Court and trying them (the diff being his motivation is more get Bruce, prove he’s alive whilst the others are more influenced by the stop evil owl bitches sentiment)

Anyway Tim finds the Court and good news: Bruce is alive, just captured but bad news: Tim is also captured because whilst he’s good he’s not beat a ton of Talons alone good and the idiot should have got backup

Shortly after this the others get a breakthrough and find the Court - they also discover that Tim has been caught by them. So them we cue final fight - they come up with a great plan and then they sneak in and take down the Court, Tim and Bruce and back

The End. They all finally get a well-deserved holiday.

#the overall coherency of these as full plots is debatable but uhhh at least it's not another Bruce is lonely dipstick and Alfred is having #to deal with his bullshit alone movie - instead it's a there's a horde of batidiots but they're never all idiots silmultaneously so Alfred #isn't deal with them alone and also he can be all oh wonder what that's like /s when Bruce is being like my kids are idiots #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #barbara gordon #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #duke thomas #harper row #cass cain

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henrytcasey · 6 years

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Watch This Wrestling 48 (12/3—12/9)

Hello friends!

As always, if I'm missing anything that can be accessed without too much trouble, @ me on twitter: henrytcasey.

What I Watched

Monday Night Raw, 12/5

SmackDown LIVE, 12/5

205 Live, 12/5

NXT, 12/6

Impact Wrestling, 12/7

Evolve 96, 12/9

Upcoming Watch List

Beyond Wrestling: Cold Brew, 12/10

Evolve 97, 12/10

Fight Club Pro: Infinite, 12/10

Monday Night Raw, 12/11

SmackDown LIVE, 12/12

205 Live, 12/12

NXT, 12/13

Impact Wrestling, 12/14

Non-WWE Match of The Week:

Walter vs Keith Lee

Evolve 96, 12/9

Nobody is surprised to see me post this match here, but this earned the spot thanks to improvement. Yes, this rematch from BOLA shows improvement from the Viennese powerhouse-slash-GAWD-himself WALTER, who’s even more nimble before.

Also, Keith Lee’s somehow gotten even more charismatic and better with his ad libs than when they met in Reseda. Overall, this match benefits from a better pacing, as well.

Honorable Mentions:

Allie vs Rosemary vs Sienna in a Knockouts championship tournament match, Impact Wrestling, 12/7

Austin Theory vs Darby Allin, Evolve 96, 12/9

Fred Yehi vs Matt Riddle, Evolve 96, 12/9

Zack Sabre Jr. vs DJZ, Evolve 96, 12/9

Non-WWE Segment of The Week

Park Park and Park: Your New Lawyers

Impact, 12/7

For the first time since Matt Hardy’s Broken Universe departed Impact, it felt as if someone got the chance to be creative in that company. Love the editing, and love Page as Chandler Park. But, had it not been for the Knockouts triple threat match I mention above, that episode of Impact would have been a complete waste of time.

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Honorable Mentions:

Eddie Dennis has something to say, Progress YouTube, 12/7

"I'm not afraid of you" - Joseph Conners speaks out ahead of Sunday's WWE UK Championship match, 12/9

WWE Match of The Week:

Kassius Ohno vs Johnny Gargano

NXT, 12/6

I often find myself silently asking “Why can’t Kassius Ohno just be Chris Hero and wreck shop at NXT?” I get it, that’s not the role they want for him down there, and sure, he really helped the Gargano Renewal Project get back up off the mat, but it was a shame that it came at Ohno’s expense. Fantastic match though.

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Honorable Mentions:

Jason Jordan vs Roman Reigns in an Open Challenge Intercontinental Championship Match, Monday Night Raw, 12/4

Sasha vs Paige, Monday Night Raw, 12/4

Cedric Alexander vs Mustafa Ali vs Drew Gulak vs Tony Nese, Monday Night Raw, 12/4

WWE Segment of the Week:

Woken Matt

Monday Night Raw, 12/4

There are two camps when it comes to the WWE’s handling of Woken Matt Hardy. I find myself on the side of those who is completely fine with the overly-repeitive WOKEN graphic with shattered glass. It’s a small way to clue the WWE audience (which in most capacities, didn’t watch the Broken Matt stuff from TNA) into the fact that shit’s about to get weird.

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Also, I really dig this because it looks like Bray’s finally having fun within his character again.

Honorable Mentions:

Crying (Jason) Jordan, Monday Night Raw, 12/4

Sami Zayn Promo, SmackDown LIVE, 12/5

Rusev Day, SmackDown LIVE, 12/5

The Drew Train, 205 Live, 12/5

#watch this wrestling #wtw #wrestlewords #evolve #keith lee #walter #impact #ethan page #kassius ohno #johnny gargano #nxt #matt hardy #woken matt hardy #raw #bray wyatt

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thedesperatehousehusband · 4 years

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Golden Globes. Awards Time. Back At It.

Tis the season for awards. In 2019 I missed blogging the ENTIRE awards season due to travel. Seriously, I missed the entire season. I cannot even explain how hectic the first three months of last year were. Fucking insanity.

But, bitches, I’m back and I’m ready to blog the shit out of the 2020 awards season.

The Golden Globes are kind of a mess. They’re a little sloppy. They’re a little drunk. They’re a little odd. But who doesn’t love them?

Ricky Gervais was amazing. He does not give a fuck. Not a single fuck. He literally told the stars to not make political statements, thank their agents and get the fuck off the stage. Bless him. Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson both looked offended. Adam Driver laughed a bit. Martin Scorsese laughed a touch. Bobby DeNiro politely chuckled. That’s the kind of uncomfortable shit I like to see at an awards show.

The TV awards have been weird. Rami Youssef won for his self-titled show. Stellan Skarsgaard won supporting actor for Chernobyl which I don’t care about. Succession was the best drama. I half care about that because it’s a soapy show about rich people behaving like shit and also features Kieran Culkin and I do love a child star who figures his or her shit out and transcends child stardom into an adult career. Phoebe Waller-Bridge won for actress in a comedy. I truly do not believe Fleabag is a comedy primarily because it’s not funny, in my opinion. Maybe I just don’t get it.

Foreign language film went to Parasite after being presented by the always bland Sienna Miller. I just don’t get why she’s a thing. But Parasite is FUCKING amazing. The director’s speech was FUCKING amazing. We two trillion percent loved this movie.

Pierce Brosnan is aging well. He’s here to introduce his sons who are sharing the Golden Globe ambassador duties in 2020.

Kate McKinnon is making me cry. The Ellen clip reel also made me cry. Jesus Christ. Oh, and also, Carol Burnett looks incredible. I love that woman. I love Ellen. Who doesn’t? It’s insane to me to think that it was 1997 when she came out on TV and then was basically blacklisted for doing so. How stupid is that shit? But she’s really come out on top. So I guess it’s really a big middle finger to a whole lotta dumb asses, no?

Back to TV awards. Brian Cox wins for TV drama actor in Succession. I’m getting more intrigued by this show.

What are Ewan MacGregor’s shoes? I’m not feeling them. But Margot Robbie looks kick ass and so does her dress. Thrilled for Quentin Tarantino winning screenplay because Once Upon a Time….in Hollywood is awesome. It’s definitely one of my favorite Tarantino movies.

What the fuck is Missing Link and how did it win for Animated Feature?

Brad Pitt and Leo are fucking movie stars. That’s it and that’s that.

What in the ever-loving fuck is Gwyneth Paltrow wearing? Is it fur? Is it lace? Why is it copper? Why is the necklace underneath the lace? Ugh. Disaster. But very happy for Laura Dern winning supporting actress. We watched Marriage Story over the holiday break and it’s hard to watch but the performances are stellar. Laura Dern is butter.

Is Nick Jonas wearing a bolo tie? What the fuck is the thing around his neck? Priyanka Chopra is gorgeous. Fleabag wins for comedy series. I stand by previous assertions that this show is not a comedy. Am I way off base? Convince me I’m wrong.

Jason Momoa and Zoe Kravitz presenting together is cute. I don’t why what Patricia Arquette won for. The Act? What the fuck is that? Why is she wearing sunglasses? What are her boobs? She got political as Arquette’s are known to do. Olivia Colman wins for actress in a TV drama. She’s nuttier than a fruitcake. Her dress is nuttier than a fruitcake as well. I love that she just admitted to getting a little boozy. Because that’s the damn point of this show. Everyone should be tipsy. Not wasted because it’s still on TV but definitely buzzed.

Charlize Theron’s dress is weird. Her necklace is slick though. I think she’s an odd choice for introducing Tom Hanks and his Cecil B. DeMille lifetime achievement award. There’s GOT to be better friend to present this. Denzel? Gary Sinise? Sally Field? Whatevs. The clip reel was stellar. People REALLY seem to love him. Oh, they just panned to Beyonce. Her dress looks like it’s eating her. But back to Tom Hanks…..his speech is lovely. He’s super emotional and it’s making me emotional.

Ricky Gervais is really hot on the fact that no female directors were nominated for best director. The audience isn’t having it. Sam Mendes just won for 1917. FOR REAL? Of all the directors nominated, I would have assumed he would be the last one to win. How? He’s basically directed a the World War I version of Saving Private Ryan, right? I dunno if we’re going to see that one. I just don’t care. Primarily because we’ve seen this movie before WITH TOM HANKS.

What is up with boobs tonight? Salma Hayek is busting O-U-T. Tiffany Haddish is crazy. I think she’s hilarious. I cannot wait to watch her Netflix stand up special entitled Black Mitzvah. Even the title is a riot.

Some Icelandic woman just won best score for Joker. I’m sure she knows Bjork. Who is insane.

I’m unclear on what J. Lo is wearing and is A-Rod present? I’ve really come around on J. Lo. She used to really drive me crazy. She doesn’t anymore.

Very happy for Brad Pitt for winning supporting actor. Like Brad a lot and I think he’s long been an underrated actor. I think he’s going to get his allllll awards season. And that category was stacked with MOVIE STARS. But good for Brad.

Chris Evans is hot. I don’t care who knows it. He’s fucking hot. And so is Scar Jo. She looks incredible.

Wait. How did Taron Egerton just win for actor in a musical or comedy over Leo and Eddie Murphy? OK. Do I need to see Rocketman? I just don’t want to because I super, duper do not care about Elton John. I know it’s kind of gay sacrilege but he’s just not my favorite.

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Awkwafina just won for comedy actress in The Farewell. Have you seen this movie? It’s WONDERFUL. Legit wonderful. It’s funny. It’s touching. It’s just a sweet story. We loved this movie.

For a moment I was concerned Rocketman was going to win for best musical or comedy but, thankfully, Once Upon a Time…..in Hollywood won, as it should. These wacky Hollywood Foreign Press nutjobs like to really throw curveballs.

Glenn Close is looing resplendent in velvet. Joaquin Phoenix takes home best actor for Joker. I had VERY low expectations for that movie and upon exiting the theater I would actually call it a film. It was really good. But Joaquin is really blowing it with his speech. Is he high? Is he drunk? Or is just that weird? This is sooooooooo awkward. It’s stressing me out. Thankfully he responded to the playoff music.

Renee Zellweger is back in Judy and she’s winning awards. She really transforms for this part and it’s a very stressful movie. Why is she sounding so hokey? I guess she’s from Texas but is this normally how she talks? Oh, they’re going to play her off too. Apparently the HFPA and NBC are done with this how. I am as well. It’s been a bit of a snore apart from the monologue, Tiffany Haddish and Amy Poehler.

And 1917 wins best drama. I’m stunned and I literally do not care. I do not care one iota.

With that, awards season is off to the races. Let’s do this!!!!

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