Okay I don't think I'm allowed to ask about all your WIPs (trust me if I could I would) and I want you to know that I am extraordinarily torn between Tan Lines canon divergence and Texts (how could you make me choose??? The cruelty!!! /j). But because Texts is so much less descriptive, I am VERY curious about it and will send my ask about that :) thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day!
What are tag game rules, except waiting to be broken? ;) But excellent call on your part, really, as I got another ask for the Tan Lines one.
“Texts” is not only less descriptive, the thing itself is also exceedingly vague compared to the other WIP:s. It’s not even a proper fic, really… Basically, I got home from a night out, used a word generator to give myself a three word prompt while fairly sloshed, and somehow ended up playing around with one of those sites that lets you create fake text conversations. Now I have a vision of RJK shenanigans, only the whole thing is just texts, bc I'm weak for that sort of thing. Like this:
God knows where it's going or if it'll ever get done, though.
My day has been moderately lovely, and all the more so for all the inbox fic fun. I hope you’ve had a great day, too, and thank you so much for the ask! <3
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i started this all as my own personal journal, where each entry was dated and accessible online.
it’s fascinating to scroll back and reminiscence on old feelings and past emotions.
it’s lovely to see you, stranger, in the notes of it all.
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A bit of a rant/info post caused by misdirected and unwarranted bitchiness and panic in the fandom
I see a lot of people complaining in various levels of aggressiveness, that the band/TF don’t release info on the Ghovie release, that they should have a full list of theatres showing the Ghovie out already, that he’s „betraying“ his fans, that it’s „deceptive“, and „chaotic" and a ton of other ridiculous complaints
- but also people plain panicking; I DO understand anxiety very well, so this is not just supposed to be grandpa shouting from the porch, but also to calm you down a bit.
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The band/TF are not responsible for the distribution of the Ghovie. That’s literally what Trafalgar is there for. They market and distribute the film to the cinemas. That’s not how movie distribution works (check this link for a very, very short overview). He’s a control freak (his own words), but he literally cannot do it all himself.
2.
They LITERALLY said, that more info will drop along with the trailor on 9th of May. Today (05.05.2024) isn’t the 9th. So obviously they’re not releasing the info yet. I do not know how the hell they’re supposed to make this more clear.
They probably don’t even have the full list of theatres yet – cinemas their schedules often extremely late. For example: When the Green Knight came out, my local cinema informed me about the fact that they will show it only 1 week before it's release (they didn't know earlier, too!), it’s not rare for theatres to get their full schedule only a few weeks in advance.
Please, for the love of Satan, stop panicking and wait for the 9th of May. The freaking out will only get you a forking heart condition.
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„Yes but some theatres/fandango are selling tickets already, that's deception by Ghost“
it’s not. It’s literally not their fault that some companies are - by error or knowingly ("illegally“`) - selling tickets before they’re officially available. You cant forking blame TF/Trafalgar for someone else fucking up. What is he supposed to do?! Plus, Fandango had to refund the tickets, so I assume someone from Trafalgar called and gave them a dressing down.
It’s shitty that some places already sell tickets, absolutely, but do not blame people that aren’t doing anything wrong here.
4. On a positive note:
What we could see from the early sales is, that this release is SO MUCH BIGGER than we thought. I expected a small release in tiny theatres (and maybe some larger ones in like London/NYC, the usual suspects) – but so far I’ve heard people in small towns spotting it in their local cinemas and I’ve seen it on the websites of multiple major movie theatre chains! And they’re not booking the smallest auditorium there, but large ones, too! This is really amazing news and I'm just super damn happy for TF!
5. tl;dr
Please stop panicking (and being so mean!) because your local theatre isn’t listing the Ghovie yet - this does not mean, that you won't be able to see it on the big screen. I understand being nervous, I too want to see it in a cinema! But wait for the 9th when all the info drops!
Save the panic for what TF will do to our hearts IN the Ghovie!
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He's gone.
First Felps. Then Cellbit. Then Pac himself. Then Mike. Even Richas wasn't safe. And now...Forever.
Forever, who was still recovering just as much as he was; likely more. Forever, who already had so much on his plate as the president. Forever, who had to keep interacting with that bear as if he was okay, as if he didn't want to rip its head off every time they talked. (Pac at least had the freedom to hide, if he so wished. The president received no such luxury.)
His head reels, mind nearly fracturing into a million pieces at the information. Putting the tape on feels like deja vu of an experience he's never had, and yet the situation is all-too-familiar: another family member missing.
Watching the video, it's as if his head is underwater. The quiet chatter behind him fades completely away, Forever's soft and dejected voice fully catching his ear. The words wrap around his mind, sinking in the way water soaks through a sponge. (Slowly.)
"Pac?" Tubbo's call brings him back, and he blinks for the first time in minutes, trying to pull himself out of his stupor. "What did he say?"
"...sorry," he finally replies, voice gruff as he reaches for the pause button on the tape. He translates the important bits, but his mind just feels...hollow. Empty.
Gone. The word keeps rotating, looping in his mind just as much as the tape sitting in front of them.
The others discuss the situation and what to do next, but Pac isn't listening. He can't. What even is there to do? What's the point of saving people when the Federation will just take another? Why bother fighting when they come back ten times as strong?
A gentle hand on his shoulder makes him nearly jump out of his skin, and his face flushes as he turns to see Fit at his side. "You alright?" Fit murmurs under his breath, eyes still trained on the two men in front of them. (Giving Pac his privacy. Pac appreciates it more than he will ever know.)
"No," he responds truthfully, voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. He manages to shake off the numbness in his limbs for just long enough to shake his head. "I'm not."
Fit doesn't say a word in response; simply squeezes Pac's shoulder tighter. Before either of them can move, Tubbo turns to them both, eyes darting momentarily to Fit's hand before he speaks.
"Pac, we're gonna investigate the dungeon I last saw Forever in," he says, voice decidedly too calm and even for the current events. Forever is gone. Why is no one panicking? "You coming?"
...oh, he wants an answer.
"Um...yeah, Tubbo, I'll be there in a sec," he replies softly, nodding even as he glances back towards the screen. "I just...I want to listen to this one more time, you know?" He offers a much of a smile as he can muster, which isn't much. "Make sure I didn't miss anything."
"Of course." Fit speaks before anyone else can, nodding. "We'll wait for you."
Tubbo shrugs and he and Pierre turn, chattering their whole way out of the base. Fit removes his hand from Pac's shoulder—damn, it was warmer than he'd realized—glancing at Pac as he moves forward. "You want me to stay? Or...?"
"You don't have to." He gives Fit a half-shrug, avoiding his eyes as he turns the tape back on and rewinds. "It's in Portuguese, anyway."
"I didn't ask if I had to." Fit steps directly into his line of sight, forcing him to meet his gaze. "I asked if you wanted me to."
To Pac, the distinction is negligible: either way, he's still inconveniencing Fit. But clearly, the decision means something to the other man, so he sighs, trying to cobble together a response.
"Whatever you want," is still all he can end up with, turning up the sound of the tape as it begins to play once more. From then on, his attention is lost, focused solely on the message playing on the screen.
He's failed. Again. Forever is gone. Again. His family keeps going missing. He's losing them all. And it won't stop. Everything keeps falling apart.
There's a sudden presence close to his shoulder—Fit crouches down on the steps next to him, eyes trained on the screen. "Then you won't mind if I stay," he whispers, in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
...perhaps...not everything.
The video loops again. Then again, then again, and again, and again. It's on the fifth loop that Pac can finally feel his emotions turning back on, waking up from whatever horrible limbo they'd been stuck in. He leans into Fit's shoulder—even closer than he'd thought it would be—and just cries. His tears wet the leather armor beneath him and his wails echo off the walls of the small office, but Fit doesn't say a word—just wraps an arm around Pac's shoulders, pulling him closer.
At least something is still here.
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