#some of them are fine but god most of them are just so fucking entitled little shit heads half the time

[finalgirlmoment]

Noteworthy details about the first two PJOTV episodes (spoilers)

First of all, every single of them ATE DOWN. just wanted to throw that out there, i'm so so impressed with the cast, everyone was perfect and gorgeous and i'm completely sat for any and all future installments. A fine piece of media. Let's begin.

Percy's confusion and bewilderment finding out that he's a demigod. "You fell in love with God.... like, Jesus????" LMFAO but seriously his frustration in this moment, thinking there's something actually wrong with his brain, feeling lost and confused and hurt and BROKEN. the struggle in that moment is so relatable to people discovering they have some sort of mental illness or neurodivergence, especially when they weren't believed/listened to etc and i think walker played this part beautifully

GROVER AND PERCY PLAYING MYTHOMAGIC TOGETHER. GROVER AND PERCY PLAYING MYTHOMAGIC TO TRAIN PERCY. I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING OFF ROOFTOPS THE IMPLICATIONS THAT THIS HAS???? ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING??????? IMAGINE SEASON 3 PERCY FINDS NICO AND THEY HAVE THIS IN COMMON???????????!?!?!?!?!? FEELING SEVERELY FRANTIC AND MASSIVELY UNWELL ABOUT THIS

luke's empathy towards Percy throughout-- his apologies for what happened to his mother at the bottom of Half Blood Hill, him telling P that he relates to the nightmares, the restlessness, the ADHD..... so fucking sick and fucking twisted, I will be sobbing at the ending, gorgeous job on both ends on making this relationship feel very warm and authentic and the trust starting to build. this will H U R T.

CLARISSE. she's so gorgeous and vindictive. Her beauty took me off guard initially, but she's such a spiteful little badass that I completely fell in love with her. I CANNOT WAIT to see more of her characterization, especially into season two. perfection.

Percy burning the blue jelly beans- the thing he'd miss most- out in the middle of the woods at night in a damn can, just to pray to his MOTHER. *sobbing intensifies* i couldn't ask for a more sweet, heartfelt, honest moment. the perfect addition. 10s across the board

Percy's ANGER. OH BOY this was one of my most favorite parts. I feel like we see Percy as a very happy-go-lucky kid altogether but I loved, LOVED to see his frustration and agitation from the very beginning. Everything is so confusing and foreign and all he knows is that 1. he's been betrayed or left behind by everyone he knows and 2. he's been ignored his whole life by his godly parent. His mission is to MAKE HIS DAD SEE PERCY, at ANY COST. Before he even knows who his dad is. He is entitled to feel ALL of this anger and hurt and resentment!!!!!!!

Annabeth calling Percy "sunshine". TOTAL CULTURAL RESET. I gasped. The dawn of a new age of Percabeth. I will be screaming into my pillow about this for the foreseeable future.

The entire characterization of Percy throughout the capture the flag scene. His contrast of being just a kid- flossing (lol), peeing the woods, petting a gecko, just vibing and hanging out VS. being thrown suddenly into attack from his peers that don't care about the rules, surprising himself and everyone around him with his finesse in battle, quick instincts, swordsmanship..... i'm weak fr. I can't wait to see him grow, train, become stronger and more confident.

Overall, I'm entirely floored and beyond happy. I can't wait to see more. 10/10

#percy jackson #pjotv #pjotv spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #percabeth #walker scobell #annabeth chase #leah sava jeffries #grover underwood #clarisse la rue #luke castellan #brain so rotted its unspeakable #good lord #THE ADAPATION WE DESERVE #please dm me if u want to talk more im foaming at the damn mouth

[six-white-venus]

every night, without fail, i dream of a dog.

i don't really mind them. dogs, that is. on most days, I adore them. but every night I see this howling, miserable creature, my hand itches for a knife.

in the dream, i watch it roam around in the streets, tail wagging, always wagging as it nuzzles everyone's leg. they all smile and coo you're such a good boy, aren't you? and it is, so it barks and turns over to show its belly and they all laugh and everything is happy, it's splendid. is it? no one approached it during that one (thousand) time (s) it got hit by a truck and was dragged down the street, that poor old hound. no one wants to patch up a dirty, homeless dog. it will heal, anyway. it always does. and after it does, it will nip at their heels again and they'll all laugh and pat its head.

(they scrub their hands raw after that. their mothers chide them for touching a walking, breathing plague but it's fine, it's just a dog, it's not like it can hear anything anyway. the sink overflows. i sit and listen)

you can say it's loved, to some extent. if love is all smiles and stones on your back and leftover food and eyes that always yearn for praise and words that chase and embrace, then yes, it is so very loved. loved, but not enough to be called by name. it wanders the streets with its tongue out, watching, waiting, always waiting, for a stranger to take it home but a homeless dog has no home for a reason. i sit on the bench of its favourite park and all I can think is: what a stupid fucking dog.

i like cats. cats hiss. they scratch and flinch and run. they don't forgive. they never forget. but dogs never learn. slap your dog to near death, try it. after it whimpers and hides underneath your couch, extend your hand and coo a few niceties. slide its favourite treats towards its snout. sit cross-legged on the floor and call it by a name that feels like plastic on your tongue and watch it come back and lick your boots.

what a stupid fucking dog.

god forbid it snaps. god forbid it snarls and bites down on your cruel hands and saves itself from all the pain. an ungrateful beast, that's what it is. look at its teeth. is that maggots in its fur, in the holes of its wounds? disgusting, entitled bitch, not knowing its place. someone put that damn dog down.

they don't forget to feed the dog, no. they just choose not to. it was getting too fat, too loud and had the gall to growl at them when they raised their hand. really! the audacity! stupid fucking dog, look at it circle their feet anyway. look at it, waiting for them to say 'good boy!' when it drops a dried leaf at their feet, all hopeful and pathetic.

but all they do is click their tongue and beat it with a broom. watch it whimper and hide. the leaf looks like fire, like a flake of the sun, like summer. it's just a goddamn leaf and that's just a dog, so what does it matter? it doesn't. it never did and never will.

i dream of a dog every night and I hate it because it goes by my name. or rather, I go by its name. it's pathetic.

what a stupid fucking dog. someone put the damn thing down.

please.

#my writing #poetry #prose poetry #dog metaphor #writeblr #words #prose

[sirenium]

If you ever feel invalidated by an exclusionist, please remember this post because I can assure you they don't know what they're talking about💀

⚠️trigger warning for of course exclusionist dumbassery, also this gets rant-y⚠️

I swear exclusionists have the most incoherent thought processes known to man dude cuz what is this shit

[ID: purple header text reading he/him lesboy flag/ hesboy flag! Under this text is plain black text reading based on these two flags: •reclaimed lesboy •he/him lesbian. Under this, red, bold text reads DNI, followed by rad inclus, terfs/transmeds, anti he/him lesbians & she/her gays, male/men "lesbians" in black plain text. End ID]

'Lesboy flag' and 'no man lesbians' in the same post... my brain is melting. Also... these people 'reclaimed' the term lesboy? Just to exclude a group of people who are lesboys? You do know that lesbians who also consider themselves men are also included in the lesboy term? Apparently not to these people. Butches who also consider themselves men? Sorry, not lesbians anymore. Multigender man lesbians? Nah sorry you're men so you can't be lesbians./sarc

[ID: blue header text reading Demiboy lesbian flag! Beneath this, quote text (at least I think that's what it's called) reads I couldn't decide on which ones to choose, so I'm posting all of them! Beneath this, much like the previous image, OP starts off their DNI with a bold red DNI, followed by black plain text. This text reads mspec "lesbians", radinclus, terfs/transmeds, radfems, men/male "lesbians", anti he/him lesbians and she/her gays. End ID]

Is that,, not excluding demiboy lesbians? Oh my bad, it's fine cuz they're only 'partially male' and therefore aren't ACTUALLY icky men invading lesbian spaces!/sarc

Also can I just say how fucking entitled it is to be all like 'mspec "lesbians"' with the quotes and shit? Like oh my god get over yourself, you aren't the leader of the lesbians™️ [trademark]. Bro thinks they're part of the lesbian council or some shit. 💀

Besides that, this has got to be one of the funniest examples of exclusionist stupidity I've ever seen. I can't get over it bro: 'demiboy lesbian flag!' 'Fuck off icky man lesbians!' In the SAME. POST. BAHAHA–

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It's rare that I feel the need to take screenshots and talk about them on my blog, but these are so poetically idiotic that I had to make a whole post dedicated to them. So yeah, sorry about your braincells lmao. But just know you're valid regardless of how you identify as a lesbian, and these are the types of people who think otherwise. Needless to say, they aren't really that credible.

[ID: a DNI banner with a purple background with lighter purple text reading DNI: system/queer exlusionists, TERFs/SWERFs, truscum/transmeds, anti recovery for harmful paraphilia, anti otherkin, anti self dx, pro cringe culture, pro-lifers, anti xenogender. A more detailed DNI is in my pinned post. A transparent png of Shadow The Hedgehog can be seen on the right, beside the text. He's holding his hand to his chest, his body facing the text and his eyes looking off to the distance. End ID]

#tw exclusionism #random rant #demiboy lesbian #lesboy #transmasc lesbian #exclusionism rots your brain and this is proof💀 #I sometimes feel like exclus are these little creatures that I'm observing from behind a glass wall or something like it's so bizarre to me #how there are people in the world who actually think like this #and it's like ?????? #how??? can somebody be so dumb??? #that sounds so rude but like seriously how can somebody sit down #make a lesboy or demiboy lesbian flag #and be like 'lol no men lesbians' and think that's in any way coherent 💀 #it's so fucking funny to me #but also frustrating like just let people vibe lmao #anyway #we love lesboys who are lesboys for any reason here #rad inclus #radical inclusivity #radical inclusion

[blueskittlesart]

ooo i’m here for another google doc essay thesis on all the zelda trans narratives <33 lol cited sources and everything (if you have time of course, i love reading all of your headcanons on loz)

god. okay this is every mainline game ive played (excluding sequels with the same characters) except skyward sword because i forgot about it at first and now im tired. here

oot/mm

Basically the entirety of oot is a super-intense wartime coming-of-age story, dealing specifically with the trauma of losing one’s childhood to war/being a child in wartime. Any coming-of-age can be easily analyzed through a trans lens imo, but oot lends itself particularly well to this reading.

For the first nine years of his life, link is told that he is a kokiri. He spends all of his childhood trying desperately to fit in with the kokiri, even though he and the kokiri he grows up with can tell that he is out of place somehow. When he leaves the forest and grows up, it clicks into place that he was never kokiri. And it HURTS. He was lied to. But he suddenly finds himself BELONGING for the first time, among hylians. One of the most impactful npcs in the series is, imo, malon, who link bonds with, feels connected to, and who GROWS UP just like him. She is a representation of everything link gains by leaving the forest. The chance to grow up, and the chance to be among people like himself and understand for the first time who he truly is. 

I don’t think i have to explain the subtext i'm getting at here. Replace kokiri with gender-at-birth and you have yourself a trans story. 

There are also, of course, points to be made about link’s lack of bodily autonomy throughout the story and his reclamation of it in mm. Link is, in the eyes of basically every adult in oot, a pawn to be used to win a war. He is something to be molded into the shape THEY need him to be. This is a common conflict in loz--the hero NEEDS to be the hero, and so he is given no room to define himself otherwise. 

Again. Do i have to explain the trans reading of this?? Adults who feel entitled to you for whatever reason refusing to let you define yourself in a way that doesn’t appeal to them, and viewing you as an object to be shaped into THEIR perfect image. Classic trans kid experience. 

Zelda i think is even more obvious because she literally physically transes her gender in the game. For no reason. A female ninja would have been fine. Female ninjas exist in this world. Impa is the obvious example. Zelda became a boy because he wanted to be a boy. This is factual, canonical story. I dont even NEED to go on but i WILL because i can.

The subtextual reading of trans zelda is even more fun imo. This is a kid who grew up functionally powerless. She KNEW ganon was going to destroy hyrule but she could not make adults hear her, and when things went wrong it was her fault. Sheik is, in many ways, a rejection of zelda. She does away with the ancestral name denoting wisdom because she was not wise enough to save her kingdom from ruin. he chooses sheik instead, a name derived from the historic guardians of hylia, and by extension hyrule. he reclaims the power he lost by, again, defining himself where he was never allowed to before. 

Personally i consider oot zel to be nonbinary and use she/he and the names sheik and zelda interchangeably. I really love the idea of a kid who grew up with so little control over anything in her life taking it all back and then deliberately fucking with some established rules anyway, just as a little show of power now that he has it. It’s what she deserves. 

Alttp

A LOT of my reading in this is totally rooted in subtext/analysis rather than actual canon material. If you haven’t read my analysis of alttp in my analysis doc i suggest you do bc some of that context may be needed to explain what i say here, since alttp is an older game so there’s much less actual canon characterization to go off of. 

There is a moment in this game, once you have gone through several dungeons and claimed the master sword and fought the secondary antagonist twice, where link is transported into the dark world. A mirror dimension in which his human form is distorted into a form that “reflects his inner self.” He looks into the mirror and he does not recognize the person looking back at him. 

The form he takes is a rabbit, which is, in my opinion, a reflection of his inner fear and the fact that he doesn’t want to be a hero. This link is a young boy who basically loses the only family he has and is then instantly thrown into the midst of a conflict he doesn’t fully understand. 

There are two points to be drawn from this. The first is the distorted self-image revealed in the dark world, which. The connection to transgenderism should probably be obvious from here. I’d say looking in the mirror and not quite recognizing yourself is a near-universal trans experience. 

The second is that, although this game is much less obvious about it, this link is in a very similar situation to oot link, in that he has been thrown into a conflict he doesn't understand and doesn’t really have any stake in, in order to be used as a pawn to win a war. (worth noting that if we follow the timeline, oot link has to DIE for this game to happen. They never fucking learn ig) so we have a repeat of the same situation in which link’s autonomy is taken from him by adults who want him to be a hero. Ive already explained the trans reading of this. You get the idea

Im skipping zelda in this one because it came out in 1991 so zelda is barely a character. Shes trans because i say so. Next 

Tp

Twilight princess did not do very well on a multitude of things. We all know how i feel. HOWEVER. There is something to be said for the fact that when link approaches people in wolf form they recoil in fear and disgust. And he canonically doesn’t expect this. It disturbs him. He KNOWS these people. He’s still the same person inside. Nothing has changed for him except the way he looks. But now no one will so much as look at him. 

To be quite honest. The wolf form was a bit of a thematic L in my opinion. I don’t think it had much narrative purpose and my best guess is that it was there to give tp a “brand-new fun gameplay” draw. But the fact that everyone is TERRIFIED of you was a good choice imo. I wish it had been followed through on thematically but I digress. There is transgenderism here. When you go back to your hometown and nothing has changed, as far as you’re concerned, but people avoid your eyes now. You haven’t changed, not really. You just look a little different. But the people either hate you or don’t recognize you now, and in some ways you’re glad, but in other ways you feel… alien.  

Zelda also isn’t a real character in this game but it doesn’t get an excuse because it came out in fucking 2006. We knew women were people by then guys come on. Anyways shes also trans because i say so. I dont feel like thinking about twilight princess any longer lol sorry

Ww

Im going to start with zelda/tetra here because i have a lot more to say about her lmao

Tetra is a wild, loud, stubborn, angry pirate. She is the exact opposite of what your average hylian might imagine a goddess-blood princess to be. She’s rude, she’s volatile, she looks out for herself and no one else. This is an image she has curated. But she is also kind. She lets link on her ship when he begs her to help him save his sister. she slips him a good-luck charm before he storms the fortress. She takes aryll home and never asks for payment. She is a pirate, but she does these things that seem so strangely… at odds with herself. I think a lot of her tough exterior is a curated image, for the benefit of her crew, yes, but also herself. If she is stubborn and loud and angry and unlikable then she is less likely to get hurt.  

Tetra learns who she is, and she is suddenly a new person, a different person. She’s zelda. And she’s so CONFUSED. She tries her hand at being a princess. She sits and waits patiently for her hero to come back to her. But in the end, she can’t even do THAT right. Things go wrong again, all because of her.

During the final battle of this game, zelda fights alongside you with the bow of light. I believe this was one of the first games in which she does this. 

This is a nonbinary narrative. Tetra tries so hard to fit into one box or the other, princess or pirate, but can never quite master either. During the final confrontation, though, she finds a happy medium. She is kind, wise zelda, in her regalia with her hair untied, but she is also stubborn, angry tetra drawing her bow to fight alongside link. She will not be defined. 

she/they tetra ftw lol. anyways

Wind waker link honestly has much less textual evidence for me than like. Any other link because imo wind waker is almost completely a clear-cut coming-of-age. It’s very easy to read (almost) any coming-of-age as a trans narrative but much less easy to actually explain that read. 

My stance kind of boils down to this: link has a clear-cut arc of growth in this story from a weak, inexperienced kid into a soldier who is capable of taking on ganon. This arc is kickstarted by him leaving home and no longer being confined by the limited perspectives of the people he grew up around. Unlike other links, this one doesn’t have too much pressure on him to be a hero. In fact, I would consider his growth into a hero to be framed very positively in this game as it gives him the agency he lacked at the beginning. This is an interesting departure from most other games in which link lacks a lot of agency. 

Basically, i think that while most other games can be read as kind of… tragic trans stories, about the struggles of not being allowed to define yourself, etc, wind waker link is the story of a kid who is finally GETTING to define himself. It’s more similar to Majora's mask in that way, in that this kid has already HAD the chapter where he’s confined to other people’s expectations and is now beginning to break out of it and reclaim his own identity. 

Botw

Jesus. God almighty. Okay

Like. not to keep beating a dead horse but this link is the most obviously negatively affected by the expectations and perceptions of those around him. He explicitly goes mute BECAUSE he knows people expect him to be a hero above all else, and it will be easier to conform to that expectation if he keeps quiet. This poor boy is so terrified to be imperfect, to be something that hyrule might not like, that he SHUTS DOWN. he is essentially nothing BUT what hyrule wanted him to be, because he never allowed himself to be anything else. 

I have already explained the trans read of this. Reread ocarina of time’s segment. Holy SHIT. he is so transgender. Also he’s 5’2 and has shoulder-length hair come on

Side note but i think botw is cool because it explores BOTH facets of the usual loz narrative (lack of agency/reclamation of agency) within the same game, while most other games go for one or the other. When link loses his memories he is FORCED to define himself, as he has nothing to go on anymore, which is a reclamation of the agency he had lost pre-calamity. Essentially pre-calamity is the oot segment and post-calamity is the mm segment of the narrative. It’s cool. Anyways

Zelda. GOD.

She is not the daughter her father wanted. She knows this. She tries SO HARD for SO LONG to be the daughter her father wanted. But she can’t. She will never be good enough in his eyes. Eventually she gives up on doing exactly what he wants. She hopes she can win his approval in other ways, with things she is good at. Things she CAN do right. But it’s never enough for him because all he sees is the daughter he wanted. The daughter she should have been. He doesn’t care that she can’t. He only cares that she Is Not. she knows she will never win his approval but she keeps trying anyway. 

Do i really need to explain this. Babygirl you are so trans gender

#if this doesnt auto-compress i am so sorry. this was 5 pages in google docs btw i am insane #zelda analysis #asks #THE FORMATTING. SHIT #i swear this was originally readable guys idk why the formatting is fucked

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Hi Mar!! I really wanna start writing Marauders fics, specifically about the Valkyries. I have soooo many ideas that I’m really excited about, but this fandom seems really volatile. Do you have any advice on how to keep my sanity lol. I’m really doing it to foster more community with ppl who have similar interests in me.

Bonjour!

So this is so very interesting and valid. I have a lot to say.

My experience with Marauders has been the best and the worst so far. I was in Naruto, then Star Stars, currently diving into Attack on Titans, and nothing has come close to the Marauders in terms of insanity, BUT.

I have met some of the best people on here, I can say with 100% certainty that I made at least 15 really good friends, who will remain good friends whether we stay in fandom or not.

But I personally have gotten basically no hate. I'm a relatively small writer, I fly under the radar mostly, even TikTok is very tame. Basically, I'm cruising. Vibing, having an all-around great time, good for me.

Then I have my friends, who are my real friends in real life and in fandom, who are "popular", and some of them have gotten some vile, vile vile things said to them. I have seen some shit and heard some stuff that frankly should never see the light of day, especially not aimed at a 20-something-year-old human. And they don't have a PR team, aren't getting paid for this shit, and that truly breaks my heart. Because it's a few, but a few is often enough to ruin the positive fandom experience. And then people wonder why artists and authors move from Marauders...

So experiences vary a lot, and the truth is maybe for no fucking reason your work will pop off and you'll be thrust into the limelight and you best hope you have thick skin because some people are assholes.

Or you'll be like me (so far) and just vibe and have a great time.

I think the best advice I can give is to write for yourself and your friends.

I started writing because I wanted to, and then a few people started liking what I did, and now I have a small community of friends and writers and artists and we all hype each other up and that's literally all I ever wanted. I write what I want because I want. I follow the people I want. I read the stories I want. I don't pay attention to hits or "what's popular" and "what I should read." I'll read what I damn well please.

I do pay attention to comments because to anyone who's ever commented, I read it and I get a straight shot of serotonin and I'm so appreciative.

Fuck, I have some really good writer friends whose stories I haven't read.

I think as long as you're careful, you curate your experience, grab a few people on the way who you like, don't pay attention to fame, then you should be fine.

I think HP fandom's issue is that you have fans that have digested the work, we don't really care ("you do you" kind of vibe), we just have a good time. Then there are some that have just arrived and whose experience with social media and "consumption" of "content" is (I'm sorry) wrong. Requesting and asking and demanding shit they aren't entitled to.

Deciding what's right and what's wrong and what's acceptable.

And panicking when someone they follow doesn't follow the script they've written for them in their head, so when you say one thing that doesn't check their box they have this weird "god falling off the pedestal" they put you on, and they decide to drag you down for it.

You just don't know.

BUT. The odds of you becoming insanely popular are quite frankly super low, there are a few freak incidents but generally most of the fandom I'd say is pretty healthy, we just don't see it as much because what always comes out is the bad stuff. Stick to these pockets of happy. Don't engage in drama. Ignore the idiots.

That was unnecessarily long.

Basically, my love, go write your Valkyries. Pop off, write the story YOU want to write, and the people who will find it and like it will let you know. Find out who they are (in a non-creepy way, just respond to their comment, see if they've written something, and have a looksie). Be cool about it. Chat. See if you've got stuff in common. And then kidnap them and force them to become your friends.

Or be super creepy like I was with @greenvlvetcouch 😵‍💫 I wanted to become their friends and wrote them a fic. Then I sent it on Tumblr and said "Here you go" and now we're friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Green not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)

Or for @imdamagecontrol my group chat and I were reading Titanic AU and we were all panicking about who was gonna die, and I sent her some screenshots of our panic through instagram and long story short now we're also friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Syd not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)

So like... SHOOT YOUR SHOT but don't expect anything from it. Some people don't want to be your friend. Some people have enough friends. Take it with grace.

I can't wait to see what you come up with!

#mar gives the morning news #on fandom #friends and fandom #marauders fanfiction #fanficwriter #marauders #marauders fandom #marauders era #fanfiction #harry potter marauders #hp marauders

[the1975attheirverybest]

hes just being messy, he was with meredith in la last wednesday and then now is like very public with gab. i actually feel pretty bad for meredith, the unfollow makes me think she thought they were more serious than they were. i dont think dating casually is a crime but all parties should at least be on the same page 😕 (no need to post this just telling you)

I’m very confused by all this and I guess y’all really don’t understand boundaries, respect, or consent. But since I’ve deleted just about 40 asks about this in the past 48 hours or so, fine. I guess we are talking about this. (Not directed at you alone or anything just my general feelings on the subject and on the fandom.) you wanna talk about Matty’s love life? Let’s talk about it.

Matty is 34 years old. Which means he’s well above the legal age of consent and, yeah, god help him, as a cis straight man, he do be acting like an absolute child sometimes, BUT it’s his life. His decisions to make.

From everything that we know about him, and especially after the ENTIRE FUCKIN WORLD turned against him over the summer, he is a lot more kind, compassionate, smart, self-aware, gentle, and pure-hearted than anyone’s ever given him credit for. Even his own fans. Say what you will about Matty Healy, but if it were me, in his shoes, I’d feel more than entitled to be Turner bitter towards the public what with the way we all (yes, we, as his fans too) have been treating him. But NOPE. Matty is a way bigger person than most of us. He didn’t say a damn thing. He kept his mouth shut and his head down and he did what he needed to do, he never let any of it deter him from being vulnerable and honest with us and putting on the best fuckin show that he could possible put on every fuckin night.

If that doesn’t earn him the benefit of the doubt then I don’t know what will.

I’m not sure why or when some of us have decided that it is our place to observe what goes on in his love life, to monitor his following/followers lists, to draw conclusions based on those numbers, or to consume public glimpses of his interior life as if it’s some tv show or movie or reality tv, even when those images are taken without his consent, and decide Meredith is not “marriage material” or Gabriette has “an aesthetic that I can finally get behind” (which, by the way, is a very sexist and disgusting thing to say about them as well as Matty, but I guess this fandom is hypocritical and will turn against its own values as soon as Matty Healy’s dick is involved), but at some point apparently that happened and we started to treat him as less than human.

Fine, fine, I’ll even give you that much. Be sexist. Be judgmental and creepy and all up his ass. But to do all that and then “feel sorry for Meredith” call him a “mess”??? When you LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM?!!!!! How do know she thought it was more serious than it is??? Were you there??? Since we’re making judgements and assumptions based on the tiny fragments that we see, I’m gonna go ahead and make a judgment of my own and say since I didn’t see you in the middle holding one of his hands and one of hers, then you weren’t there. So why do you feel qualified to talk about what he may or may not have done??? Do you know him? Is he your bestie???? Did he confide in you??? Hmm? Fuckin tell me!!!!

To summarize: he’s a form of entertainment to you. You don’t care about his boundaries. And you have such a low opinion of him that (despite him proving in what is objectively one of the worst things to happen to a public figure, that he’s endlessly graceful and kind) you will comfortably assume the worst of him without A SHRED OF ANYTHING REMOTELY RESEMBLING EVIDENCE. So….why are you a fan? Hmm? Why do you feel comfortable supporting someone you think so little or and have no respect for as a human being?

If any of you really think “he deserve love” and “he deserves companionship.” Then you’d shut the fuck up, stop engaging with content that commodities and dehumanizes him, and mind your fuckin business for fucks sakes.

I mean, how would you like it if, based on a 7 second story on Instagram, or a tweet you made about your personal life or whatever, I (somehow who knows absolutely nothing about you) came up to you and was like “omg I noticed so and so has unfollowed you. Then two days later you posted a pic with this other person. You must have really crushed someone’s heart and led them on making them believe you were more serious than you actually were. And now you’re using this other person who appeared in a picture with you. That is concerning behavior my friend.” If you’re okay with me doing that to you then you and I must live wildly different realities.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Hard Rock Essentials 2000 Hard Rock / Blues-Rock / Arena Rock / Hair Metal / Pop-Metal / Heavy Metal / Adult-Oriented Rock / Progressive Rock / Pop-Rock

God, classic rock really has to be the most over-entitled and over-represented type of music in America, man. I mean, can you think of any other non-contemporary stuff that has a radio station solely dedicated to it in virtually every nook and cranny of this country? It's pretty obvious why it's managed to own so much radio real estate over the years, though—because it's pure catnip for nostalgic white boomers—but if you zoom all the way out and think about all of the music that's come and gone since the 50s, there's really no justifiable reason for this stuff to get so much more airtime than any other type of music from the past. I mean, classic rock is fine for what it is, but it's definitely not leaps and bounds better than everything else.

Take a song like Foreigner's "Hot Blooded," for instance, which is just one of multiple tracks to appear on this triple-disc compilation of so-called Hard Rock Essentials here that happens to deal with the complex subject matter of, *checks notes*, being extremely horny. "Hot Blooded" was a hit in its day, sure, but so were literally tens of thousands of other songs too. And I guess, at the end of the day, I just don't really understand why this song, and so many other ones that are featured on this comp as well, has earned its keep as a fixture of constant classic rock radio rotation. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, is "Hot Blooded" really all that remarkable of a song, so much so, that we need to keep continuously hearing it on our radios year after year? No way!

But, folks, I have to admit that it is actually far too late for me on this front. I am by no means a boomer, but I was, at one point, part of another segment that, like clockwork, fell prey to classic rock radio too: the insufferable tweenage boy subset who grew exasperated with the mindlessness of his own generation's contemporary top 40 fare and decided that "Smoke On the Water" and other songs of its ilk were actually the best shit in the world. Little did we know at the time, and some of us still refuse to see it, that a lot of this shit was actually every bit just as dumb as the stuff that we were trying to so actively avoid. God, how embarrassing.

But I really just cannot help it at this point. As much sense as I've tried to make at the top of this post, I really did have a substantial classic rock phase, and now that shit is just hard-coded into my own DNA. Quiet Riot's "Cum On the Feel the Noize" is not a song that deserves to ever be heard by anyone ever again—it's so fucking bad!—but God damnit, I can't stifle the smile that starts to plant itself on my face whenever that stupid thing comes on. And it's much the same for the vast majority of the other tracks that are on this comp too.

So, while Hard Rock Essentials might be revered as a biblical classic rock sampling for both a certain type of tweenage boy and white boomer alike, for me, personally, it's nothing but security blanket rock. This is music that served me well years ago, and I've clearly outgrown it too, but there are also times when I just love to go back and swaddle myself in it as well 😊. And if I'm with someone who swears by this kinda stuff, I'm obviously gonna fully rock out to it with them too, but then maybe, afterwards, I can make their heads explode with a piece of Philadelphia shoegaze from 1996 that only has 26 YouTube views 🤯.

And I'm not gonna really get too much into it here, but we also really need to have some kind of deep reckoning with this whole propped-up and closed-looped classic rock industry that serves itself with all these nearly identical radio station playlists, cheaply produced TV countdown shows, and countless 'greatest of all time' lists on tons of different websites. I'm not trying to do conspiratorial tin foil hattery, but this whole apparatus really needs to have a stick thrown into its spokes, because it's been dominant as an unchallenged authority on classic rock for far too long. Rather than yet another spin of "Rock You Like a Hurricane," a much more thorough exploration of this vast expanse is indeed possible; I can promise you that.

Highlights:

CD1:

Ted Nugent - "Cat Scratch Fever" Great White - "Once Bitten, Twice Shy" Kansas - "Carry On Wayward Son" Quiet Riot - "Cum On Feel the Noise" Warrant - "Heaven" Judas Priest - "You've Got Another Thing Coming" Loverboy - "Lovin' Every Minute of It" Blue Öyster Cult - "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" Scandal - "The Warrior" Living Colour - "Cult of Personality" Mountain - "Mississippi Queen" Argent - "Hold Your Head Up"

CD2:

Foreigner - "Hot Blooded" Bad Company - "Feel Like Makin' Love" INXS - "Need You Tonight" Damn Yankees - "High Enough" Ratt - "Round and Round" Skid Row - "I Remember You" Black Sabbath - "Heaven and Hell" The Doobie Brothers - "China Grove" White Lion - "Wait" April Wine - "Just Between You and Me" Twisted Sister - "We're Not Gonna Take It"

CD3:

Whitesnake - "Is This Love" Golden Earring - "Radar Love" Joe Walsh - "Rocky Mountain Way" Scorpions - "Rock You Like a Hurricane" The Allman Brothers Band - "Whipping Post" Uriah Heep - "Easy Livin'"

#hard rock #blues rock #rock #arena rock #hair metal #heavy metal #metal #progressive rock #prog rock #prog #pop metal #metal pop #pop rock #pop #classic rock #classic pop #music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music #90s

[thatiranianphantom]

Hi there.

Your ship is dead. Bullying a grown man and hiding behind ‘bUT IM A TEENAGER” is bullshit. If you have ANY ounce of dignity, just stop fucking watching the show. You are going to drain yourself and drive yourself crazy over a fictional tv ship which you don’t DESERVE. Maybe I might have had sympathy for you in season 4. Before you bullied half of the cast and lili to tears (do you remember when she had to come out and say ‘it’s a fucking tv show’ only for you to STILL whine and cry and throw your bottles? Ted is right. You are the most disrespectful, selfish freaks of fandom I’ve ever come across and I hope to god you grow the fuck up and get TV comprehension skills. Because you have ZERO. Crying about the ratings which have been falling since season 3 is not going to bring back your CORPSE of a ship. Betty and Jughead don’t even like each other and you expect them to fuck? You will cry when the writers are “sexualising teenagers!!!” But when Betty and Jughead were having roleplay sex as 16 year olds it was fine?

You cried and begged and demanded bughead sex scenes and bABY JULIET when these kids were 15/16 years old and you call out the writers for being creepy now? NOW???? You call Archie disgusting and using Betty as a “baby maker” doll, housewife, but you have wanted that woman (or CHILD) fucking rat boy and having his kids since they were literally kids themselves? Do you see the hypocrisy or should I continue?

“How DARE the writers have Betty change everything about herself for Archie that is so GROSS AND MISOGYNISTIC.”

Yep. And Betty didn’t do a serpent dance at 15 to fit into Jughead’s world?? Now that is changing herself for a boy.

You’re hypocrites and are salty because your ship is dead, the actors despise each other, and you can’t make Sprousehart edits without the feeling that it may be wrong, because rat boy is an abuser. Barchie have never tried to erase bughead. Because it happened. It was cute, and it was a thing that happened. Betty loved him.

But the fact that you constantly delude yourselves with insane theories which are wrong every single time to erase barchie is hilarious. Seriously. “It’s an au!! “Archie’s light gives Betty headaches!” “We are going back to 5x17!” “Jughead shielded Betty” “the season 6 universe was erased!” That makes it clear you see barchie as developed, and real. And a THREAT which you can’t shop unless you erase it. You can’t hide behind “it’s forced! “It came out of nowhere!” Barchie was building from the first episode. If you cannot understand the point of two mains Archie and Betty, slowly getting feelings while being with other people; you are either stupid, or a child. This show was RULED by bughead and lili and Cole can service. The teen choice award you keep talking about? WAS VERY CLEARLY THERE TO HYPE UP THE ACTORS DATING. If you can’t get??? You’re an idiot or a child. If you can’t understand the point of a slow burn which was Betty and Archie being sidelined by a psychotic fandom who bullied the writers into four season of bughead fucking in a bunker and varchie arguing with hiram, you are an idiot. Sweetie. BABES. When the fifties are over and Archie and Betty have fallen in love AGAIN, and they return to a riverdale free of darkness, Toni and Cheryl are together, Veronica and Reggie— and Jughead and Tabitha, what are you going to do? Implode? Delete? Murder a crew member? I don’t know what you will do but holy shit it will be entertaining to see you fall. A fandom who spent 7 years terrorising barchies, cast members and writers, making fake sexual assault allegations for each cast member, being disgustingly racist to Vanessa and ash, and body shaming Lili. Bullying KJ until he very clearly went off of the edge in the pandemic, and for some reason also going after your GOD rat boy. I’m saying this to you and all of you. Yes, barchies and Choni’s have said some awful things, as well as varchies. But nothing can top the entitled brats you are. And I hope when Lilis contract os over, and she reveals Cole was an abuser, she tells you all to go and fuck yourselves.

.........

..........

........

wut????

This manifesto is so very confusing to me. Somehow, you've both been stalking my blog and been paying no attention at the same time.

I'll admit, I didn't read much of this, but a few things

This is now the second time today that someone on the internet accused me of being a teen. I'm flattered, don't get me wrong, but what is it about this? I am a grown ass adult. Is it something I am putting out there?

Oh please, please desperate BA anon, may I have your sympathy back??????

"Ted is right." Oof, anon. Very oof.

I would like you to go on, anon, please point out to me where anyone thought the Serpent Dance was a good decision? And where the seasons 1-4 sex parties and girls with one character trait were?

The BA stuff, I can't....I can't even....what?

What teen choice award do I keep talking about???? I am so confused????

The only thing in this.....jumble of words that offended me was you calling Cole "rat boy" (also did you imply that I love Cole? Have you....read my blog?) because I have rats and excuse you, they're amazing. Look at this leetle boy

Apologize to him this instant!

Look how upset you've made him!

#answered #anonymous #What teen choice award??????

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

A STUDY IN YOU, chapter nine

You tried to forget it happened. Not because you wanted to, but honestly because you knew replaying it over and over in your head wasn’t sustainable.

You could barely focus at work, barely concentrate on what he was saying in your seminar on Friday night. Most of your thoughts led back to the way his hand gripped your throat or his lips grazed your skin. 

Not super compatible for being in the same room as him for strictly professional reasons. 

And until a week had passed, until you had seen him twice and could confirm it wasn’t a fever dream or substance induced hallucination, you kept your mouth shut. 

But when you were seated at a booth in O’Halloran’s on a Saturday night next to Naomi, you sipped your cocktail and braced for their reactions.

“So—”

Max’s eyes darted up to you when he shoved a nacho in his mouth. They were hanging on every word of yours lately, desperate for updates or developments.

“The cake is baked.”

Sophie nearly spit out her drink, more from shock than laughter at the code phrase you’d all agreed on. 

“Baked?” Naomi confirmed.

“Baked.”

“When?” Sophie leaned forward, a quick scan of the room to make sure you were in the clear.

“Am I entitled to any level of privacy?” You rolled your eyes at her prying. 

“No,” Naomi laughed. “If you’re baking cakes with Sudeikis then we expect a full run down.”

“I thought Sudeikis was the cake,” Max questioned. 

“Okay anyway,” you redirected. “It was last week. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Oh my god!” Sophie squealed, almost thrashing in her seat. “Where? In his office? Did you go to his house?! Was it a booty call?!”

“Doesn’t sound like we’re talking about cake anymore,” you made a face. They settled, you sipped your drink and looked around again. The last thing you needed was anyone overhearing the scandalous conversation and thinly veiled code that was already failing. 

“Okay,” Naomi nodded, her hands around her drink. “You just tell us what you feel comfortable sharing.”

“I already did,” you teased, a smirk on your face when they all groaned.

“Was it good?” Sophie leaned in again and smiled. “Everything you hoped it would be?”

You nodded, unable to hide the excitement. “And then some.”

“Holy fuck,” Max exhaled. “I almost didn’t think you’d have the balls.”

“Me neither,” you admitted with a laugh. They raised their glasses to that, you told them they were still sworn to secrecy, said how Jason himself had said you couldn’t talk about it. 

You trusted your friends and knew that if you kept them in the loop, you’d be able to control their level of knowledge and talking more than if you tried to ice them out. An easy decision. 

“So,” Sophie said casually, trying to mask her continued digging. “Was this a one time cake or will there be more?”

“No clue,” you answered honestly. “We didn’t really talk a whole lot about it other than, you know, agreeing to not really talk about it.”

“It’ll happen again,” Max reassured.

You laughed, sipped your drink when you commented: “I wouldn’t be mad about that.”

You bumped into him outside the elevator on Wednesday morning when you showed up at 30 Rock. Strangers between you inside, the button illuminated for your floor when he met your eyes in the mirrored-reflection of the doors. A smile, the same one from his office that day when his lips pulled up at the corner.

You swore you felt him looking at you when Jennie talked through an idea and when Dan scribbled notes.

In your seminar on Friday you sat back at your desk, stared at your computer screen and tried to ignore Rachel Norton. She was sweet, she was fine--but on a Friday night after what had been the longest week of the semester, listening to her humble brag about her internship project wasn’t easy. 

You’d broken up into small groups, shared the outlines of the independent projects you’d be working on before graduation, given and received feedback all before Jason made his way over to your circle. 

Max looked up at him and smiled. “You’ll be happy to hear that we all have flawless projects!”

“Really?” Jason crossed his arms and smiled--almost like he didn’t believe it--sleeves rolled up just the right amount. “All three of you?”

“Well, I mean, we all know Y/N is flawless,” Max smirked up at you. 

“He means my outline,” you looked up at Jason quickly, made a mental note to beat the shit out of Max later. “It’s pretty good.”

“I’m sure it is,” Jason nodded. “Rachel--how’s yours?”

She smiled when he looked down at her. “It’s going really well so far--my supervisor at my internship is really excited about it.”

“Great--you can definitely email me if you want any feedback.” 

With that he headed towards another small group. Rachel slid her desk back over to where it was at the start of class, started typing on her laptop as she scrolled through emails. 

“Friendly reminder to not be a fucking dick,” you hissed at Max. 

“Oh relax,” he waved you off. “I didn’t say we all know your tits are flawless.”

“Max,” you eyed him seriously, a genuine no nonsense look on your face when the clock ticked towards the end of class. Jason clapped his hands and everyone sprung into action, see you next week. 

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “I’m sorry, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“Thank you,” you nodded. “Not that hard.”

You slipped your laptop into your bag, slung it over your shoulder when Max packed up his belongings. “Want to go find Sophie? I think she’s in the library.”

You glanced over your shoulder quickly. You hadn’t been planning on staying after or trying to find a second alone with him. You were tired enough to go straight home and sleep until Monday morning.

Jason looked up from his spot behind the podium, a small smile in your direction when Max saw him over your shoulder. 

“Oh,” he fluttered, “I see you have a prior engagement.” 

“I don’t--I mean--not that I know of, but--”

“Oh whatever,” he waved you off. “Have fun,” he said, followed by an immediate whisper and he passed you to leave: “wear protection.” 

You bit back a laugh when Max waved to the rest of the class. “See you all whenever!”

Everyone filed out quickly, better things to do on a Friday night than wait around to talk shop with your professor. He smiled a little when the last two students filed out. 

“I wasn’t--uh, I hope you’re not ditching plans with Max.”

“No,” you shook your head, a few steps closer when he shut his laptop. “My Friday night plans entail passing out before ten, probably.”

“Well,” he laughed. “Then I certainly don’t want to keep you. I was just gonna see if you wanted to work on the script. Sometimes after class I wind down by dreaming up plot points we’’ probably never use. But, no pressure, if you’re not up for it.”

You laughed at his joke. “I think I can stay awake for that.” 

So you walked with him back to his office, noticed the way the leaves were changing colors to welcome Fall in the city. Luft was quiet--as it always was--but he still shut the door behind you.

“Long week?” He asked with a smirk when you yawned, pulling your computer out and setting up shop.

“I don’t know why but I’m exhausted,” you confessed. 

He shrugged, “classes, internship--that can be plenty.”

The rush that comes when you’re having a secret affair with your professor. 

You nodded, unsure if the computer lab sex was on the docket for tonight’s conversation. You opened up the script documents, scanned through the notes that had been added by the others.

“I don’t know why Javier is so dedicated to the birthday party scene,” Jason laughed, reviewing the same things on his laptop only a few feet away. 

“I like it,” you backed up your co-worker, a young dad who lived in Chelsea. He was funny and kind and made you feel welcome on your first day, don’t worry, he’d said, your first gig is always the scariest. 

“You like it?”

“I do,” you laughed. “Is that hard to believe?”

“Seeing as you one time suggested an evil twin, I guess it checks out.”

“I was running on fumes that night,” you said with a quick eye roll. His teasing wasn’t completely out of the norm--at this point it felt on brand for him to poke fun at you in good nature. 

What did catch you off guard, though, was the night he referenced. The night you kissed him. Three weeks ago. You looked up at him, he was already watching you. 

“Running on fumes,” he nodded, a tiny laugh when he looked back at his computer. 

“Obviously making bad decisions,” you glanced up at him, the hint of a smirk threatening to overcome.

“Right,” he nodded, taking the bait when he smiled. “Obviously.”

He broke his eyes away from yours, looked back to his laptop for a moment until he said: “So—you didn’t—uh—tell your friends, about us, did you?”

You swallowed the heat that tried to creep up to your cheeks. Eyes on your laptop, you chanced a look over at him. 

He was watching, waiting, actually. 

You shook your head.

“No.”

He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling as he spoke. “Yeah—okay—good, you know, it’s just—”

You smiled at the way he rambled, touched by the nervousness in his voice.

“You could lose your job,” you said with a shrug. 

He nodded quickly, relieved you’d beat him to the punch. “Right.”

You felt a wave of confidence when you noticed how flustered he seemed. Like the guilt was eating away at him, like he wanted to do it again but felt conflicted about the very thought.

“It’s okay,” you nodded, standing from your chair and taking a few steps into the center of the room. 

He watched you, a finger trailed over his lips when he swiveled in his chair to angle himself towards you.

“It’s okay if you want to do it again,” you shrugged.

He pushed his lips out in thought, nodded slowly when his eyes met yours. “I do, but—“

“But what?” You asked quickly, a smirk when he laughed a little.

“But I don’t know if my office on campus is the best location.”

You laughed at that, shrugged innocently. “More private than a computer lab.”

Now he stood, rounded the corner of his desk as he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows and nodded. “Fair, but--you also seemed to have some trouble keeping quiet the other night.”

He was close now, you could feel the warmth from his body when he stood squarely in front of you. “And I didn’t even get to use my tongue that much.”

You smirked up at him, felt a shiver down your spine at the thought of that. 

“So the assumption is that you’re good enough with your tongue that I would have a harder time being quiet,” you clarified, watching the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he nodded.

Quiet for a second. You watched each other, felt the air in the room stiffen when you reached forward and slipped a finger between the buttons on his shirt. 

“I certainly don’t want you to lose your job,” you said quietly. “But I do want to see how much you’re exaggerating.”

He laughed a little, took a step forward that forced you to back up into his desk. He leaned in, pressed his mouth to yours and let his hands wander down to your hips before they wrapped around your waist.

You giggled when you came into contact with the dark wood of the desk, hopped up to sit on top of it when he gave you a boost.

He kissed down your neck to your shoulder, exposed only when he tugged at the collar of your shirt to reveal more skin. 

His fingers found the button of your jeans, leaving a trail of goosebumps when you wiggled out of them and left them, in a pile, on the patterned rug.

He was eager and greedy when his hands roamed over the rest of you, a finger or two before he let his tongue trace your center and flick away at your clit. You reached for fistfuls of his hair, his hand snaked up to your throat and the thought fluttered across your mind as you stared at the ceiling in pleasure: maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. 

He sucked and lapped and you kept your mouth closed but hummed in ecstasy, he smirked when you whispered his name and said what, you assumed, was music to his ears: I’m close.

He kissed you when it was over, went back to sit at his desk when you slid back into your jeans and smiled. 

His lips and cheeks were pink from the excitement. “We could—uh—grab a drink, or food, only if you wanted. You know, talk about the script some more and work over dinner or whatever.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Okay. Where?”

“Could just do O’Halloran’s,” he shrugged, straightening the tie around his neck when he looked up at you. “Pretty inconspicuous.”

Not exactly a date location, but you’d take it. You followed him down the side stairs and out to the street, the evening had already faded to dusk. You both ordered beers and he smiled at you from across the booth. 

“How do you like NBC so far?”

“I like it a lot,” you nodded. “It’s insanely busy, but I’m learning a ton and I’m glad to be with your writer’s room.”

“We’re glad to have you,” he nodded genuinely. 

“This wasn’t a Cannes situation, was it?”

“Hmm?” His brow furrowed, a laugh threatened to escape his lips. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“So it was?” You gasped, reached across and poked him in the arm. “I’m only there because of favoritism?”

“Favoritism would be if I offered it to you now,” he leaned forward and spoke quietly, a moment of truth. “But since I already offered it to you and then slept with you, that’s totally different.”

“Got it,” you nodded, a playful eye roll when he smiled.

“And Cannes wasn’t favoritism either,” he made a face, leaned back and took a sip of beer. “You deserved to go. You’re a good student and you’re a hard worker.”

You let your eyebrows raise, he’d never complimented you so casually. 

“And, I don’t know, I know you wanted to go—”

He was trailing off now, looked around the bar shyly before letting his eyes settle back on you.

You leaned in and whispered. “And a little bit of favoritism?”

“A little,” he finally confessed. “But don’t broadcast that.” 

You nodded, looked around the room and wondered if anyone noticed the two of you in the booth in the back. 

You’d been here with him before, looking over your script that one time when you wondered if he did anything like this with anyone else. 

“There’s a lot I’m not broadcasting lately.”

He shrugged, a metaphorical tip of his hat. “There’s a lot we shouldn’t be broadcasting.”

October 12th, 2018 

To: Jason Sudeikis

From: Y/N L/N

Subject: RE: review

October 12th, 2018 - 8:48am

Hi,

Attached is my midterm submission! I know you said I could just turn in the scene in ep. 3 but I also added some of my random ideas for further arcs and plots. Let me know what you think!

Best, 

Y/N L/N

MFA Candidate

Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch

(212-555-8495)

To: Y/N L/N 

From: Jason Sudeikis

Subject: review

October 12th, 2018 - 10:31am

Hi,

Thanks for submitting. Hoping to have grades back by next Friday but I’ll keep you posted. 

JS

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Prof. Jason Sudeikis, PhD

Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch

Office hours T/TH 5-7pm or by appointment

October 20th, 2018

You found yourself in a tiny basement pub on West 36th when Jennie smiled and pushed her vodka soda to the middle of the table. 

“Well--cheers to hopefully getting a full season,” she nodded, a collective sigh of relief from the whole bunch when you all leaned back in your seats. Friday--the end of the week and hopefully good news before the weekend was over. 

Jason had explained it to you early on. He’d gotten hired to develop and write the pilot and first few episodes. Those were due to the studio for review to ensure they wanted to pursue a whole season and to move forward with pre-production. And then, if everything went well, they’d cast the characters and build the set and the ideas in your head would end up on TV. 

“This is your first studio review, Y/N, right?” Javier asked when Dan looked over the menu. 

You’d all agreed to happy hour at first, but by 7pm when you packed up and decided you couldn’t stay all night, Jason suggested a bar down the street with the best wings in Midtown. 

“It is,” you nodded, taking a sip of your gin and tonic before admitting: “I don’t know how terrified to be.”

“Well, I mean, if they don’t like our script we’re all out of a job,” Jason shrugged casually, pulling laughter from the rest of the team. 

“You’re in the best position,” Jennie told you, a small smile on her face that felt just a tad condescending. “Since you’re just an intern you’d just get placed on a different show, probably.”

You nodded, pushed your lips out in thought at her comment. True, but it still stung a little. 

“We’ve done all we can do,” Dan said. “We wrote good stuff, delivered it on time.”

“Now we sit back and try to not lose our shit all weekend,” Javier teased. 

You usually avoided asking questions that made it obvious how green you were, if only to avoid the look on Jennie’s face that appeared when you asked: “So--how will they tell us?” 

Jason leaned forward and rolled his eyes at your question. “They’ll wait until the last minute--so, like, Sunday at 10pm.”

“Email, usually--we’ll get it from Charlie, the head of streaming content development,” Javier added.

“And they just say yes or no?”

Jason shrugged. “Basically--in more words than that.”

They all cracked jokes after you ordered food, another round by the time plates were brought to your table. You laughed about the late nights you’d spent in the conference room only a few blocks away, tired and hungry and deliriously covered in post-it notes with ideas. 

And yet, you knew that if you never got to sit in front of that white board again and listen to Jason talk about what he saw for the characters he’d dreamed up a few years back, you’d be more upset than you imagined. 

The bar got busier as the night went on, and by the third round Javier had gotten talked into doing his Robert De Niro impression. You beelined for the bar when you realized that everyone’s glass was empty, stood with your credit card between your fingers when he came up behind you.

“Hey,” he said over the noise of the room. “Everything okay?”

You turned around and looked up at him. “Yeah,” you smiled. Had he come over here just to check on you? “Just getting everyone another round.”

“No you’re not,” he made a face, elbowed you out of the way and took out his own wallet. “I already feel bad you’re not getting paid--there’s no way I’m gonna let you buy us all drinks, too.”

You laughed a little, noticed how close he was and how he made no move to add distance between you. 

“It’s not your fault they won’t pay me!”

“It’s not,” he agreed, a smirk on his lips when the bartender showed up. He rattled off the orders, looked over his shoulder to check everything against the cups still in hand at the table where the rest of them still sat. 

“What are you up to this weekend?” He asked suddenly, an elbow on the bar as you waited for the drinks.

He’d never asked something like that before, never asked much about your life outside of the classroom or the conference table with water bottles and plants. Sometimes he’d ask about your friends or make small talk--but this felt more curious. 

“Checking my phone every five minutes to hear from you,” you said, a quick clarification of your joke when you felt like it fell short. “Because of the script review, I mean.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Hopefully they don’t wait until the eleventh hour, but--that’s typically how these things go.”

“Great,” you said sarcastically. “So I’ll keep busy by cleaning my apartment or rewatching The Office for the millionth time.”

“Ahh,” he nodded slowly now, let a smile appear by the end of his sentence. “I just finished my millionth--now I’m on a million and one.”

“Hey,” Jennie appeared on the other side of him. He turned to see her, less close now and you were acutely aware. “I hope you didn’t just pay for a whole round for us!”

He smiled down at her. “I did--only because this one was going to do it.”

“Aw,” Jennie looked at you, another stupid smile. “No way the intern can buy drinks!”

“Just being friendly,” you said, hoping the words sounded nicer than they did in your head. 

You didn’t hate Jennie. You didn’t love her, either. You tolerated her and respected her because she was a good writer and as much as you wanted to feel petty, something kept reminding you that women in this industry needed to stick together. 

Maybe because Anne May Walter said it a thousand times in your undergrad lecture. 

There was also the knowledge that whatever had happened--past tense, seeing as you had no idea how long any of this would last--between you and Jason didn’t give you any type of claim or stake over his rolled sleeves and glasses and the beard he sometimes grew in the winter. 

So you tried to ignore the way she smiled up at him and you headed back for the table, sliding in next to Dan when he looked up at you. 

“Alright Y/N,” he said, turning to see you with Javier by his side. “First script review, first delivery to a studio. How soul crushing is all of this to someone who's still young and excited about work?”

“Only mildly soul crushing,” you nodded playfully. “But you might want to ask me again on Monday.”

“They’ve got to pick it up, right?” Javier asked. “I mean, it’s good! It’s a good fucking script.”

“Of course we think that,” Dan shrugged. 

“If they don’t pick it up I’m gonna buy some land up in New Hampshire and start a farm,” Javier muttered. 

“A weed farm?” Jason came back to the table with Jennie in tow--they delivered the drinks to praise from the others.

“Maybe, if I’m being honest,” Javier lifted his glass to take a sip. 

The night went on like that for a while, the tab was closed out around 11:30 and you followed them down the street. Javier and Jennie took off towards the river for a different train, Dan called for an uber. Everybody waved and shouted into the night: hopefully we’ll see each other next week!

You followed Jason down the stairs to the 33rd Street station and swiped your metrocard behind him. Quiet for a moment when you checked your phone. 

Sophie Mendez (11:12pm): Have fun at drinks tonight, hope you get some action!!!

Max Prescott (11:14pm): Yes girl get some action! Also say hi to Sudeikis.

Naomi Halter (11:27pm): Are we still doing lunch tomorrow?

Sophie Mendez (11:31pm): For sure!

“Sorry,” you clicked it shut when the train approached, slipped it into the pocket of your coat and looked up at him. 

“You’re good,” he shook his head, the hint of a smile when the doors parted. You followed him inside, sat at the end of an empty car when he asked: “so--you don’t love Jennie, huh?”

“What?” You laughed a little. “No--she’s fine.”

He raised his eyebrows at that. “You literally bolted back to the table when she came up to the bar.”

You ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek, caught. “In my defense,” you started, “I don’t love being referred to as the intern all the time.”

“Mmm,” he nodded with a smirk. “I can understand that. Do you--I don’t know--want me to say something to her?”

“No,” you laughed quickly. “Are you kidding? I don’t need my advisor to come in and save the day.”

“Well if it’s going to make you calm down with the dirty looks--”

“I do not give her dirty looks!”

“I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” he teased. 

“She’s fine. I just--” You shrugged. Think she likes you? I’m jealous because she’s a more age appropriate option for you and I hope you don’t realize that one day? “She’s fine.”

“So,” he nodded seriously. “You won’t be cast in our show ever because you’re a horrible actor.”

“Oh whatever,” you leaned over and bumped your shoulder into his with a laugh. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey—by the way, the brainstorm page you submitted in your midterm has some good stuff.”

“Yeah?” You smiled. “Nothing too cliche or stupid?”

“I mean it,” he said, hoping to convince you. “I’m glad you’re working with us on this.”

“Me too,” you said with a nod. 

You updated him on Sophie’s internship, laughed about a viral video when the train approached your stop.

You looked up, reached to hold the silver railing nearby. “This is me,” you said.

His eyes darted up to the electronic sign, the orange dot jumped a few spaces right. When he brought his eyes back to yours, he shrugged: “I can walk with you—you know, it’s late.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, teasing. “Super late.”

He let out a scoff. “Are you implying I’m just trying to come over?” 

“Always trying to spend more time with me,” you flirted, a narrowing of your eyes when he laughed. 

“Just let me walk you home, alright?”

He was beside you now, stepping off the train and smiling when you turned left for the exit. Up to street level as a breeze blew through the October night. 

He told you more about his time writing for a sitcom in his thirties, mentioned a woman he lived with and you clenched your jaw to avoid asking questions. 

You slowed in front of your building, stopping outside the main door and let him look up at the brick facade when he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“It’s starting to look familiar,” he joked, a subtle nod to the pattern that was beginning to form. 

“You’re allowed inside, you know,” you smiled at him over your shoulder, reaching into your bag to find your keys. 

He stammered a little in the dark: “Yeah, no, I know—“

He followed you in the door and up the stairs. Beige carpet that needed to be replaced in the halls, stock paintings on the wall beside ferns. He smirked when you slowed outside your door, slid the key in and then pushed it open.

“A studio—on my budget,” you joked, shrugged your work tote off and dropped it on the kitchen counter. Granite, at least, that was nice.

A bathroom, a tiny hallway and a bedroom at the far end. A tiny living room space connected to the kitchen. 

He spun around slowly and took it in. “I mean this in a completely not weird and non-sexual way but—this is exactly what I pictured.”

You laughed, rolled your eyes when he turned around and smiled at his own joke. A few steps forward. “Now you’re thinking about having sex with me?”

“Not at all,” he shook his head, swallowing down the desire that was almost visible on his face.

“No?” You pushed again, another step forward until you reached forward to let your fingers reach forward and graze over his belt.

He chuckled a little, a soft muted one that broke the silence in the kitchen. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he admitted. 

“Why’s that?”

“Cause now I know how hot it is to hear you moan my name.”

“Hmm,” you nodded, hands finding his belt again. “Well, you do a lot of focusing on me, I’ve noticed.”

He watched you with raised eyebrows, swallowed again and let out a sigh when you sunk down onto your knees, pulling his pants down to allow better access. 

“So I figured it’s time for me to focus on you.”

“Sure—yeah,” he huffed, a glance up to the ceiling in pleasure when your mouth wrapped around him.

Maybe he’d come here for this, or maybe he just wanted to walk you home. You didn’t really know and didn’t really care when his hands pulled your hair away from your face and he watched you with hungry eyes. 

You liked the way your name sounded in his mouth, sucked until his knees buckled and he held into the counter behind him.

He helped you up, kissed you on the mouth but pulled back: “It’s late, so, I probably should go.”

“You should,” you agreed. “A lot to not think about this weekend.”

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me thinking about you or referencing the script…” He smirked, tugged his pants up and buckled his belt. 

“Both,” you shrugged, stepping towards the door. You opened it, watched as he stepped back into the hallway. “You can find your way out?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, let his finger do a circle in the air. “Like I said, s’getting familiar.”

“Right,” you smiled.

“Night,” he nodded, a backwards step before he turned.

“Night,” you said, and this time, you watched him walk away. 

To: Y/N L/N, Jennie Whang, Javier Perez, Dan Simons

From: Jason Sudeikis

Subject: good news

October 22, 2018 - 3:02pm

Hi all, happy Sunday!

Coming with good news! NBC is ordering a full season. They asked for another delivery of a 10 episode season by the end of the year with possibility of full production and filming to follow. Definitely a step in the right direction. See you all on Monday.

JS

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Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch

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AN: CHAPTER NINE holy shit. The script got picked up so.....what do we think this means for our pals?!?!?!? A lot of you already think Sophie/Max/Naomi are gonna spill the beans and I love it!!!! Hope you like chappie 9 friends!

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Little vent cuz idk where else to put this:

Im starting to resent my friends. Overall its kind of my fault as well, i dont think im built for long term relationships, usually i leave or let my relationships just die, i really liked these friends but i guess its changing? They all have this one class together im not in and they talk ab it all the time in a gc im in, thats fine but why are they planning stuff in the group chat that im in without inviting me or telling me what its about. I mean, it would still hurt if they went without me but to plan it right in front of me like that feels like a slap in the face. God knows with the way i am ill end up pushing them away which honestly i feel is best, this happens so often im tired of it id rather be alone in my own terms than feel like some accessory to their strong group bond, i feel like if i stayed id just act like everything is fine while secretly growing hate towards them. I keep telling myself i never get attached to people in the first place so its not that big of a deal but idk if im telling myself that to make myself feel better or if i really believe it, im not saying im entitled to have fun with them all the time but this happens so often, Im a really good friend i do much shit for them i bake for them i make them clothes i brung one of them fucking soup i made just cuz she was scared and not feeling well. Most of all i just dont know why they wouldn’t have wanted me there, like am i a bad person to be around i guess thats hurting the most

[aforrestofstuff]

Chapter 170 Expert Review

Garou said he liked a woman. People died.

Not me though lmao y'all take it easy!! I wanted to die earlier this week though because I got a haircut and they fucked my shit up severely but I'll get through it ok. I won't get any bitches but it'll be okay, I just gotta stay strong. (<- typed with tears in my eyes)

My schedule in doing these reviews has gone to shit because a lot of the time I just have absolutely zero opinions on new chapters... or entirely negative ones. And I don't wanna make a post that's just 100% negativity, y'know? Gotta balance it out. Gotta have the vanilla and the chocolate.

With that being said,

fuck the MA arc lmfao so glad that shit is over god bless amen i love you jesus!!!!!!

Nice cover. The perspective bothers me a bit, especially since Genos' feet are exactly the same size when one is below the other but it's FINE, okay. (<- also typed with tears in my eyes) (for legal reasons this is a joke i genuinely like this cover and i think it's swag)

But I'm being dramatic. The MA (Monster Association) arc wasn't all bad. There were little pockets of joy in between the seemingly pointless fighting chapters and that kinda solidified my opinion as this being the most "meh" arc in this manga thus far, and I'll elaborate on that. If you don't wanna read my neckbeard rant on the MA arc, you can go ahead and scroll down to my next bullet point. It's nothing I haven't said already. Just wanna preface it with the fact that these are my opinions and you're entitled to your own feelings. Hell, if you love the MA arc, I'll suck you dry right here right now! Just don't suibait me for disliking it hehe thnx &lt;3

I think the manga is at its best when it's character-centric, as I'm sure that's why so many people love it to begin with. Those little chapters with Badd and King slingshotting themselves to the fight and the tanktoppers and other heroes running out of the hospital were honestly some of my favorites!! Everything else was just... kinda muddled together. A giant fight filled with smaller fights in an arc that takes up over half of the manga's current 170-chapter run yet takes place all in one night. So much happened, but it also feels like nothing happened. And in a way--nothing did, because ONE is allergic to committing to whatever hole he's dug himself into.

ONE purposefully backtracks on character-defining moments like the two fake-out deaths: Tanktop Master and Genos. Aside from it just being cheap, he treats death like a corner to write himself out of instead of an opportunity to shift the narrative and add a major risk factor, to which there was none. It was boring. Borderline infuriating, actually. Why even have so many fights just to show the good guy winning in a slightly different way every time?

It was especially jarring when Saitama time-traveled back and forgot all the shit that happened in the fight with Garou (which took 8 giant chapters, by the way). So why even do all that just for Genos' core and the Ominous Future to MAYBE crop up as a plot device later? Why elongate an already stupidly long arc with something that could've been achieved in a much shorter, simpler way?

There were over 20 redraws. Some of them were just Murata fixing some things he wanted to, which is fine, but then you have things like bringing back the mercenaries, bringing back Do-S, and retconning the Saitama sit-down arc, and it's just... confusing. It's confusing as a reader and I'm sure it was also confusing as a writer because it definitely gives the impression that ONE was in the office throwing darts at a board to see what happens next. It's like... does he even know what's going on? Why are we planting so many seeds for future plot points now, when the current plot is already plenty convoluted (yet, simultaneously lacking substance in favor of pretty pages)? CANT THIS FUCKING WAIT TILL LATER--

Whatever. It's over now. I hope it gets more ironed out in print. I'm just frustrated with this because OPM is supposed to be a satire of the shonen/seinen/whateverthefuck genre, yet ONE keeps allowing it to have the same narrative pitfalls as most others. (Also the same homophobic and racist tropes--can't just do like 80% of the same things as the genre you're claiming to satirize and say you're any different, ATP.)

Murata said he'd be taking a month-long break and good for him. Hope he parties hella hard.

TLDR: I think the MA arc is too long, the pacing sucks, too many fights, not enough substance. also drive knight is still a punk ass. also I think the time travel was stupid and I'm afraid ONE is gonna use it to weasel his way out of more consequences for his characters in the future but anyway,

In my rant about the MA arc, I completely forgot about the actual chapter I'm making this review about. I had to go back and re-read it. Anyways, fuck yeah character interactions! I love when people be talking to each other n shit! fuck yeah! woo! characters! love em! love guys!

this makes 0 sense but this is the most Garou that Garou has looked in years. I mean, over time Murata's art style has changed and that's just groovy, man! But I kinda missed his stupid little evil face. I wanna hit him with my car.

I was waiting and praying and creaming my pants to see him with short hair but that just... never happened. I'm not mad. We got to see him and Silverfang be the most dysfunctional pussy-eating uncle/bitchless nephew combo ever and that's just priceless, but it makes me curious how his whole redemption thing is gonna turn out, if it even happens. Because if this is it then... it's a bit underwhelming. I thought there'd be more introspection and humbling other than Garou just saying "Fuck y'all, I'm suicidal!" in front of everyone before leaping fifty feet into the air, meditating under a waterfall for an undetermined amount of time, and getting bonked over the head with a closed fist (which is illegal everywhere, btw. Silverfang prison arc when? /j)

What I mean is, Garou did a lot! A lot of bad stuff! Lots of bad things! And for that to be mended offscreen is... a weird choice. But I guess this is where Genos' core is gonna crop up later, my man's gonna make the callout post of the century: Garou Whooped My Ass In The Multiverse: Part 1 of 97, which is gonna send Garou spiraling and then he's gonna get humbled the only way he can be humbled! Working minimum wage. Because beating his ass to the point of him wanting to get laid out like carpet in the ruins of City Z just wasn't enough.

I like Garou. He's a cool character. I wanna kiss him on the lips.

I give ONE a lot of shit for his dubious writing decisions but he did well with Garou. That's it. That's all the praise I'm giving him.

This dude really tried to give Bang the ol' "you're not my dad!" Nice try, fuckhead. He's still got legal custody of you until you're 35 because you can't go 10 minutes unsupervised.

lmfao this dude's parents dont love him lmfaoooo what a loser lmfaooooooooooooo

I was right when I said Garou had mommy issues in that one fanfic I wrote over a year ago that I forgot the name of but I was right and everyone needs to know that for some reason or else I'll die

Anyways, it's nice to see Bang be a nice parental figure. I would call him a father figure but that ship sailed 50 years ago. My man is a grandfather figure. My man's an ancient figure. My man's an archaeological-find figure. My man's a 2-years-from-the-urn figure.

This dude beat so many of his own disciples' asses I was worried his first instinct upon finding Garou again would be to whoop him into silly putty, but I'm glad he's approaching it with kindness. This kinda goes in line with why Garou likes the girl he likes (whether it be as a crush or as a role model-esque kinda admiration, I don't fucking know nor do I care) because she's kind. I guess deep down, he knows it must take true strength to be kind in a world full of cruelty.

Also, I love how absolutely emotionally constipated he is to where he doesn't even know how to reply to Silverfang waxing poetic about being a parent. Motherfucker just yanked that shit right out before it sunk in and went "Ha! This is gay." I love you Garou. Never change-- actually, please change. On GOD we gonna get you therapy bro on my MOMMA you are gonna grow as a person !!!

Additional observations:

-Garou is so dorito-shaped here smh where's my slim-thicc king at, huh. Where's my wide hip representation?

-Adding on to what I said about Murata's art style evolving over time, one thing I'm kinda iffy on is how he's been drawing Garou a lot buffer on the top half lately. I also don't really like his shoulder muscles looking like padding lmfao. I mean, that could also be attributed to the extra training he got (and maybe Silverfang is actually feeding him 3 square dog kibble meals a day now since he wanna act a furry) so idk, take me back and shoot me between the eyes if I'm wrong.

-I know Silverfang is hunching over (probably from playing too much League of Legends, smh) but Garou is still so tall!!!

I know this fuckhead's immune system has gotta be benching 480 just from the monster arm he ate that one time, but how he is not worried about some kinda infection crawling up his bare asshole underneath that nasty ass river water just amazes me. Maybe that's why he's always clenching.

Garou: hey, fuck off you old shit! I'll kill you!

Garou: let me in ur house though? and train me? and feed me? pls? pls pls pls?

GUYYSSS HE INTENTIONALLY WENT TO THE WATERFALL BANG SHOWED HIM BECAUSE HE WANTED TO BE FOUND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! He wants to be loved so bad ouuuugghhh he just wants affection ouuugughhhghhghuuhuh

And then he's emotionally constipated about it again because he tells SIlverfang he just wanted to perfect his "fist" which like, sure okay buddy you definitely didn't wanna freeload off air conditioning and dog kibble and perhaps even receive the parental affection you were starved of. okay yeah sure whatever.

"I'm gonna do the same" yeah until your ass gets EXPOSED in a 5-hour youtube documentary Genos is gonna upload to his 3 billion subscribers, you little scrub.

All the kids are friends! They're friends and they're besties and they're so nice to each other and I'm gonna dunk em all in my coffee.

I read "sentai" as hentai at first and almost went into cardiac arrest.

This page is so funny. "So, Garou, you've been normal for two days. you got a bitch yet?"

This whole thing reads as him pulling out some random name just to make Silverfang shut up. I've said this already but someone on Twitter said he brought it up so he can infodump about his favorite show, and that seems really plausible because he soon goes "Lemme tell you some shit about sentai, old man."

Also, the way he says "...or something?" to make it seem like he doesn't know literally everything about his favorite actress in his favorite show like, okay. We know you've got her horoscope and birthday bouncing around in that tiny ass head, you fucker. We know you read all the nerd-equivalents to those Cosmo mags about what kinda people she admires.

I love that he's a nerd, but we already knew that. He absorbed his entire worldview from cartoons and got relentlessly bullied at school--what's nerdier than that? And it's certainly no secret that he's pretty juvenile. Garou's just a lonely little kid in a body too big for his brain.

And the people saying Garou "liking" a girl (which again, it isn't even made clear which way Garou likes her) makes him straight are 1. incorrect (bi, ace, aro, etc people exist) and 2. unaware of the fact that I will draw him kissin boys until that little fucker turns to dust okay. I do not give a shit. Every time someone complains about it, I imagine him kissin a boy 5 more times. Suck my ass.

In conclusion: Kiiro ("...or something?") is actually pretty cute haha mrow. trust me girl, whatever you got lined up aint nothing to me haha i can treat you RIGHT (after my hair grows out)

In conclusion 2.0: Rover is definitely showing up again soon also, which is cool. Good chapter. Love characters! woo! love it! Finally, the evil is defeated (MA arc) woo! yay! yeah! fuck!

Thanks for reading! Tomorrow's my birthday (august 21st)! I'll be 21! You all have to wish me happy birthday or i swear to god ill start crying

#opm #garou #saitama #tareo #genos #silverfang #one punch man #meta #suicide mention

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Meet The Family Edition Volume II: Van Dort Visit

Victor: [knocking on the door to Smiler's apartment, fidgeting anxiously] S-smiler? Are -- are you ready to go?

Smiler: [from the other side of the door] Yeah, just a second!

Smiler: [opens the door to reveal that they're wearing -- a plain black suit, white shirt, and black tie]

Victor:

Smiler: ...you okay?

Victor: [blinking and shaking his head] Yes! I-I just -- didn't expect -- [gestures to the outfit] I d-didn't think you owned -- d-don't get me wrong, it is p-probably perfect for visiting Burtonsville and m-meeting my parents, it's only...it looks d-downright funereal.

Smiler: [really awkward smile] Ah -- there's a reason for that...

--

[Context: the trio are being driven by the Van Dorts' chauffeur through the streets of Burtonsville to the Van Dort mansion]

Smiler: [takes a picture of the town and sends it to their friends]

Thirteen: [texting back] Ha ha. Take one without the black-and-white-filter, will you?

Galactica: [texting back] Yeah, be fair, Smiler.

Smiler: [a minute later, texts a picture of themselves and Alice in front of the window, showing that they're in full color]

Galactica: [texting back] WTF???

Thirteen: [texting back] HOLY SHIT HE ACTUALLY LIVES IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE?!

--

[Context: at the mansion, Victor is showing Alice and Smiler around]

Smiler: [staring down another hallway] Sheesh, how many rooms does this place have?

Victor: I'm honestly not sure. More than we could ever need, that's for certain. [rolls his eyes] Have to have room for all of Mother's "treasures..."

Alice: Yes, your mother in particular does seem to be into the conspicuous consumption. [small smile] At least you don't have a gold toilet?

[smash cut to:]

Alice: [staring at a literal gold toilet] Oh my fucking god.

Smiler: [also staring] Is it -- can you --

Victor: Of course not -- do you think my mother would ever allow anyone to befoul her beloved toilet?

Smiler: Rita is going to kill your parents if she ever meets them.

Victor: Please tell her to do so in a way that allows me a proper alibi.

--

[Context: Nell is holding court at tea and complaining about "this modern world"]

Nell: People just don't know their place anymore! Why, just a little while ago, I had the displeasure of dealing with the rudest, most incompetent barista I've ever met!

Victor: [not really paying attention anymore] Did you?

Nell: Yes! Cheeky little bugger didn't seem to understand anything about his job! All I wanted was a few little extras -- the sort a customer is entitled to -- and he couldn't even pour the coffee right!

Victor: [sudden horrified realization] Uh --

Alice: [calmly sipping her tea] That must have been terrible for you.

Smiler: [nodding] I bet you didn't even leave a tip.

Nell: Oh, we never leave tips anyway -- we don't believe in them, isn't that right, William? [William gets half a nod in before she continues] But we paid good money for that coffee, and I expected it to be done right! Not by some half-wit with dyed hair rolling his colored contacts at me!

Smiler: [completely deadpan] How dare they.

Victor: [muttering] Still drank the entire thing, though.

Nell: Not the point! [shaking her head as she returns to her own tea] At least you're not spending all your time with those sorts, Victor. If I knew you were carrying on with a barista I'd die of shame.

Alice: [under her breath] Can we have that in writing?

Victor: [trying very hard not to laugh]

--

Victor: [deep sigh as they all climb in the Van Dort's car to go home] Thank you both for putting up with that.

Alice: It's fine, Victor. They are your parents, and we were going to have to do that eventually.

Victor: I know, just -- I'm sorry. About them. They're -- a-a lot, I know.

Alice: [squeezing his forearm] I imagine you do, yes.

Smiler: Yeah, really. [pause] So, how do you think it's going to take before she finally realizes who I am and dies of shame?

Victor: Considering how much attention she pays to "servants" -- the heat death of the universe.

Alice: I don't think I can wait that long.

Victor: Please don't murder my mother.

Smiler: Yeah, Rita already has dibs.

#valicer #not incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler alton #misgendering #(very slight but Nell naturally didn't pay attention to any pronouns used for Smiler in the initial coffee visit #so she has defaulted to talking about them as 'he' when describing the incident) #been wanting to do this follow-up to the 'meet the family' edition for a while #especially the one where Smiler takes the picture and everyone thinks they're using a filter at first #'OMG HE ACTUALLY LIVES IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE?' has been in my head for a while XD #yes Smiler DOES have one plain suit they bought for a funeral #came in handy here XD #though in the full scene in my mind Victor is then like 'but I don't want you not to be YOU just for my parents' #and it's a little more heartfelt and sad as Smiler assures him that they're fine toning themselves down for one visit #though they still do wear their yellow contacts #(they briefly thought about going without them but decided 'nah that IS too much toning down') #and come on tell me the Van Dorts WOULDN'T have a gold toilet just to show off #it's probably shaped like a fish or something XD #and naturally I had to do a scene of Nell just straight up not recognizing Smiler #because all baristas blur together in her head #she MIGHT recognize them at a later date #we'll see if I come up with anything for that :p #queued

[chaos0pikachu]

I finally finished Bed Friend (I’m so fucking slow I still gotta finish Moonlight Chicken show was just making me frustrated lol) and overall, wished I liked it more than I did 

I should rename this blog ‘chaos pikachu has unpopular bl opinions’ rip 

Okay the things I liked: 

All of Dormandi shows so far look good. I just want to commend them for that their shows don’t look cheap at all. I really like that they include a variety of locations, characters have homes, there’s places they visit, they go on vacations, etc. The lighting was probably the thing that stuck out to me the most, just good lighting all around loved that. I liked the soundtrack though some of the musical ques were a bit off overall the soundtrack was rock solid. I also liked the costuming. Very individualized which was great, King’s style was different from Uea’s which was different from Jade’s, really loved that as well. 

Uea was still a great character and my TLDR of it is, I think the show should’ve been a character drama centered around Uea rather than a romance drama. 

Alright let’s get into this, obviously unpopular opinions~~~ under the cut enter at your own risk or whatever

King was boring - flat. Just an utterly boring, one dimensional character. He might tie with Dean for me on the Most Boring Love Interests but Dean wins out b/c Net is charming as fuck. He’s got a great screen presence and he’s enjoyable to watch on screen. He was also the actor I liked the most out of the show outside of the Evil Boss who’s name I don’t care to look up (but he also played Chai in Love in the Air so that was fun). I really liked watching Net (and not just cause he’s hot) and I hope whatever upcoming shows he’s got at Dormandi give him a char to play that’s like, interesting lol 

I was really hoping we’d get SOMETHING from King, maybe something more about his relationship with his mother, something to contrast Uea’s relationship with his mother. Something about his inner life, hobbies, shit anything! I felt like he had one character trait which was “in love with Uea”. God damn even Phayu liked working on and building cars. If the character is going to be thinly drawn they gotta at least be FUN. 

The actress who played Uea’s mom was high key terrible, I ended up cringing during her scenes which took me out of the emotional weight of them. 

I thought the Evil Boss was to damn much. By that point it felt like a fucking whump fic. Like, Uea already had trauma to unpack, we didn’t need the cheating boyfriend try to rape him but I was like fine this sorta makes sense b/c of the theme of men using Uea for his body, feeling entitled to it, etc and b/c of his trauma potentially his ex could have love bombed him making him miss earlier red flags before the cheating. I actually wish they explored more with that? They drop that the ex has a father in politics but don’t actually explain or go into that (I had to learn that on twitter cause it’s in the novel) but like, it’s right there!! 

A rich, successful, handsome son of a politician takes interest in Uea, love bombs him, and Uea ignores the signs etc like that’s interesting backstory to explore and parallel that with his relationship with King. But nope, just a quick bout of trauma and we drop it. Alright fine, fine. But the Evil Boss? Like this is unnecessary. This is using trauma as a plot device. It was pointless, all it did was give King something to do (act hero) and make Uea leave but like, he could have left for any number of reasons due to his ex, or his fuckass mother and step-father. I was really bothered by this b/c at this point it felt like to much and it was frustrating. 

I liked how the show handled and showed Uea’s triggers, so this continued barrage of extra trauma on top of that was narratively - stupid. You don’t need NEW trauma when the old trauma is still clearly fresh and being dealt with. 

The NC scenes were weird. It almost felt like the director wasn’t comfortable filming them, the editing was off, the direction was strange. I think this is Net and James first series? Maybe they weren’t 100% comfortable with the material and each other yet. Idk they HAVE chemistry, which is why I’m wondering if the director didn’t want to ‘go there’ with the NC scenes. 

If they didn’t want to go full LITA pwp energy, they shoulda gone with something in the middle like Big Dragon did cause I think they were trying to go for like that Kinnporsche erotica energy and it flopped. They didn’t commit to the bit. 

Like there’s one scene where Uea gets down on his knees and the implication is he’s giving King a oral but when the camera moves again King’s pants are on, up AND buttoned like come on at least let him take his pants off and be in his boxers. 

Also let them kiss, so many of their kisses were directed at awkward angles. 

Uea rocked those kitten ears though. 

Net and James next series looks really interesting and more my speed so I hope they have a better director or something lol cause I dig them, and want good shows for them both.  

#bed friend the series #chaos pikachu talks to damn much

[mobscene-london]

LONDON AWARDS 2023 AFTER PARTY:

Location: Westminster Pier. Hosts: Alexis Larsson & Yvonne Rutherford. Date: Friday 31st March, 2023. (roleplaying will start when awards complete.) Dress Code: Formal. Dress to impress. Short dresses are fine.

EVENT SUMMARY:

If you're asking why the Rutherfords would own a giant ass yacht that's too big for them to use, then you must be a poor. It's because they can, and the only reason you're able to breathe in its vicinity, let alone step on it, is because you're invited to the exclusive after-party to dance, drink and celebrate with London's biggest winners and losers no one will even remember tomorrow. All on a fucking super yacht along the Thames.

Make sure to thank Yvonne Rutherford for acknowledging your existence.

The party will kick off with a fireworks show greeting the guests over the open deck where the main party is. Just be careful not to trip into the swimming pool—yes, there is a swimming pool—as you dance the night away to the raging beat courtesy of the in-yacht DJ Tiësto. Worry not, there's a bar at the three main levels (of the available five) to quench even the thirstiest socialites London has to offer.

If you're looking for a more chill vibe, the party carries on in the interior living spaces, littered with plush chairs and comfy couches for you to vibe off your feet or perhaps partake in illegal substances in relative privacy. Hors d'oeuvres prepared by the staff of The Empire's Michelin star restaurant will also be served.

Meanwhile, those who seek further privacy, wish to rendezvous with someone they maybe shouldn't be seen with, or are willing to partake in some mystery may venture into the theatre room—because of course this yacht has one. The seats are cleared out to convert this cozy room into a dark dance hall, barely illuminated by colorful laser lights and underscored by the richest bass beats afforded by the cinematic sound system.

Despite the size of the yacht itself, the guest bedrooms do come in limited number, thus their occupancy is at a first come, first serve basis, aka be sure to knock before you enter and lock the door behind you. By the request of the Rutherford family, their respective bedrooms are locked and will not be accessible for privacy and sanitary reasons.

Safety is of utmost importance, with a small medical staff and helicopter on board for emergencies. That said, your RSVP comes with a waiver clearing the organizers of any legal responsibility over whatever shenanigans may occur during the event itself.

The jet ski somehow arrived with the yacht itself. It shouldn't have, but it did, so that's off-limits, too. 

ATTENDANCE & IMPORTANT NOTES:

Everyone can attend this event, regardless of their affiliation or whether they attended the ceremony itself. That said, if you feel you character wouldn’t participate, then there’s no pressure to. Take note that there will canonically be a lot of important members of London’s social scene present, so the party will be pretty jam-packed with the city’s self-proclaimed finest and most famous. This will be considered a monumental social event this year, so people will be looking to go wild and make the most of it.

TWI will be paying attention. It is not a private event.

There will be no mob drama. Can people fight and have verbal spats? Absolutely. Encouraged. Given that everyone from all of the mobs should be in attendance, this will be inevitable. I don’t mind a bit of physical fighting if you want to go that way. There will be nothing large scale, though, or anything to derail the party as a whole. No stabbing, shooting, casual murder until you’re on the way home.

PERKS FOR THE AWARD WINNERS:

For all of those who walked away from the ceremony with an award in their hands, your fortunes do not end with a golden statue. Thank God because that ain’t real gold fam. You will be entitled to some complementary treats as an added bonus, courtesy of Amir Dawar. These cannot be exchanged, nor gifted to non-winners, though winners are permitted to invite guests to their suites.

All winners will enjoy free drinks for the entirety of the evening. This will include bottle service so the peasants can feel special.

All winners will be offered access to a hotel suite at The Kingdom Hotel in Westminster for the entirety of the weekend. Winners for Best Couple and Should-Be couple will get presidential suites. Enjoy them.

Winner of both Man of the Year and Woman of the Year will win an all expenses paid trip, transfers included, to any of the Khan-Dawar hotels (* with the exception of the Belize location.) A private jet will take them and a guest of their choosing whenever they wish to redeem the prize.

Winner of Best Dressed Man and Best Dressed Woman (awards that will be announced at the after party, rather than the ceremony itself) will both win £15k of credit to spend at Harrods in Knightsbridge.

Winners of the Best Dates award (also announced at the after party) will win an all inclusive spa day at the hotel, at a time of their choosing.

#i love how the awards are sponsored by amir at this point #event

[wallofweird]

It’s totally fine to headcanon Mike as gay, but some of you have such wrong takes that feel entitled and offensive, and I just wish you would think about the words you use more. Unless you really have these narrow-minded views and want to force them down everyone’s throats, which I refuse to believe, because I like giving people the benefit of the doubt and seeing the best in them.

Mike maybe not be in love with El now, but he could’ve been during part of these TWO seasons they were a couple and fallen out of love now. Or maybe it was a puppy love kind of thing, crush, infatuation that has run its course... Maybe he wasn’t attracted to her like that at all and just confused it with friendship. But there are tons of other females out there and we don’t how he reacts to all of them all the time?

The reaction at the lingerie store just shows a teenage guy that is uncomfortable. He wasn’t even a full teenager back then, GOD FORBID IF HE ISN’T THINKING ABOUT SEX?! Coming from a person that took 12ish years to have her first crush and 18ish years to be interested in sex, this kind of sick logic made me think there was something wrong with me for the longest time.

The posters in his bedroom could mean attraction to buff body types (nevermind people forget one of the posters has a woman too lol), admiration and body image issues, like he wishes he looked like that (because yes, guys can have BDD and coming from a guy bullied for most of his life and not athletic... it could happen) or just his FUCKING TASTE?

I mean, we haven’t seen Mike’s interaction with every person and gender in the world to know exactly how he feels, so each and EVERY headcanon is valid, but in order for him to be gay the show, Finn or the producers would have to DIRECTLY show/say that. So far, within canon, they’re insinuating he’s been romantically interested in only two people, a girl and a boy. So unless it’s explicitly confirmed that he confused his feelings for Eleven, it’s leaning to a multisexual Mike. He could also be into multiple genders (please, be careful with your heavily binary rhetoric, I BEG) and be MORE INCLINED TO A CERTAIN(S) GENDER(S). For example, there are bisexual people that feel a stronger attraction for the same-gender. Not everything is equal. Not everything is black and white. Not everyone has the same experiences.

Just because Mike doesn’t have a room full of posters of women in bikinis, hides Playboy magazines in his drawers or becomes interested in sex at a precocious age, like 14, it doesn’t necessarily mean he is gay? Because I also doubt he would suddenly be so lustful with Will and he also isn’t out there looking at other boys. So the same flat argument applies to idea, too.

Not to mention how Lucas had a similar reaction at the store and all we see from Dustin’s relationship with Suzie are phonecalls and I don’t see people jumping to say they’re gay. Also, there are a few people here that just seem to fetishize mlm and show misoginy behavior trying to act like Mike doesn’t care about El at all, making them sound like the Budd1e and L4rry fandoms that have a problem with how they view male (platonic) relationships and treat women around them.

It’s totally cool if you read Mike as gay, if you’re gay and think it would be nice if he is too, if you relate to his story, there’s really no wrong option here. What is actually wrong is trying to force your OPINION on others, because so far that’s all they are, OPINIONS. The only things that are 100% set in stone are Will being gay, Robin being a lesbian and Vickie being bisexual.

#byler #coming from a person that was a late bloomer and was so affected by this narrow-minded perspective #i went from thinking i was a lesbian to straight then asexual later bisexual and for some time i had NO IDEA #and spent YEARS CONFUSED AND NOT KNOWING THE RIGHT TERM FOR ME UNTIL LAST YEAR #IT TOOK ME 24 YEARS? MANY PEOPLE KNOW SINCE AN EARLY AGE AND MANY DON'T HE MAY BE THE LATTER HE'S STILL A TEEN THAT ONLY DATED ONE PERSON

[verysmolnerd]

Double-shift Drowsiness

Drabble: You're ten minutes from closing and your former professor comes in asking for directions.

I think it’s blatantly obvious that I don’t like working minimum-wage jobs. Hell, my very first fic posted on the internet was because I was treated like shit at a retail store. Now, it’s a little better but that doesn’t mean I’m still not getting the butt end of a stick. This be a vent drable… my bad. 

Cw: Swearing

God fucking dammit. 

You’re here again, for another summer, to take a ludicrous amount of bullshit from your coworkers just to shell in a few more dollars towards your college tuition. 

Normally, the shifts are bearable and you can come home fine, but when you’re there all day sunrise to sunset, it isn’t ideal coming home with so much grease on you. When you shower, you don’t even feel the water on you for a minute because of how much grease had gotten in your skin. 

As for the coworkers part, it’s mainly just one blonde bitch in particular. Specifically, a carhop that’s more entitled than the angry customers here and has the audacity to be a douche to anybody and everybody. When she speaks it always sounds like she cops some sort of attitude when she comes back into the kitchen. 

The only time -as of recently- when she isn’t acting like a punchable brat, is when the general manager of the kitchen staff is around. You had pointed out to them that she was only doing this to be in their good graces, and they agreed; explaining to you that they’ve already talked with her numerous times but she still refuses to listen. You could only hope that one day she’ll get the boot like someone that everyone else in the kitchen even refuses to talk about. 

It always feels like when one problem from the kitchen gets extinguished, three more pop up. With whom that shall not be named is gone, all the kitchen staff are comfortable with talking with each other and making jokes without someone coming in to ruin the mood or harass you. Now, the problem is the one carhop acting like the next cockroach of the damn place and new hires refusing to do work. May you be reminded that you’re only here for the summer and ONLY HERE TO MAKE MONEY FOR THE UPCOMING SCHOOL YEAR.

…

Why do you care so much? It’s just who you are, sadly. 

Now you’re here, still at the restaurant ten minutes to close. You were calmly wiping down the countertops while the general manager had some nostalgic slow songs from the 2000s playing on a Bluetooth speaker that somehow is still working after months of straight abuse and constant use. 

Your other coworkers in the kitchen -you guys just call each other comrades at this point with how tight you are with all the workers that have those strong skills back here- were sweeping and restocking the fridges for the deep fryer or grill. It’s peaceful, well, as peaceful as a food service kitchen could be. 

Everyone was just as tired as you were because it was really late and a long day for those who didn’t work a double shift like you. You needed the hours, what else could you say? Unfortunately, the amount of tiring work doesn’t dawn on you until you’re working over forty hours a week. 

You could see the silhouette of two cars pull in from the packing window, and you sighed. Late stragglers. Somehow, the most desperate people to get to a cheap chain restaurant are also the people who order half of the menu, it infuriates you to no end. 

One car pulled right up in the spot in front go the building, and the other pulled in at a farther spot. You close your eyes and exhale, this is a common thing to happen so you’re not surprised. You are, however, annoyed that everyone in the building is bitching about it. 

What you weren’t expecting, was the person who parked so close to the building to come inside. It’s not like you truly cared anyway, you were just upfront to refill your drink; you haven’t done so in hours and you were beyond parched. 

Your back was to the counter as you waited for the machine to finish pouring your drink, not expecting your name to be called. You turn around, thinking it’s some sort of coworker calling you….

But it was Otto. Your former professor of all people. Dressed in those turtlenecks that hug his figure with dress pants and completing shoes that shine under the restaurant lobby’s lights. 

You lock eyes with him and freeze, both of you staring at each other in shock. “What are you doing here?” You ask him, you’d never thought that you’d see him again…period. “I could say the same about you,” he responded, fumbling with his hands. 

You can feel a few of your coworkers peer through the small window to look at you and the front staff watch the conversations from the blind spots of the counter. You sighed, “This is my hometown. I work here in the summer.” Otto glanced over the counter and noticed the nosy staff, they quickly retreated to the backrooms when they were discovered. 

“I just came to ask for directions since my phone died.” Otto held up the dead device. You nodded, setting your cup down on the counter, “Where are you headed?.. Or where do you think you’re headed?” This isn’t a common thing when people want to go somewhere in this part of the state but end up getting lost, the maps are outdated when you’re this rural, so you’ve had to point a few people the right way. “A retreat where some of my colleagues are, it’s supposed to be more up north..” He paused, you know Otto very well; he hates making mistakes, to be seen as an idiot when he genuinely didn’t know something, “but I think I took a wrong turn- ” he told you the name of the camp with a few descriptors of the place, and you nodded. 

You walked up near the front of the store and picked up a pamphlet, “I think this is the camp you’re talking about,” You handed the advertisement to Otto. He smiled brightly, “Yes it is.” You can see the relief across his face. 

“Good news then. You’ve only got two more hours worth of driving on the main road.” Otto’s face fell, it seemed that the urban convenience he’d had his whole life might’ve been a stunt to his patience. Though you don’t blame him, night driving in the countryside can be quite nerve-wracking.  Deer are the most ruthless to people from the city. 

You let out an airy chuckle, “Is it bound to get dark soon,” You eyed the electronic clock, it displayed the time 9:00 pm, “Are you sure that you want to drive when it’s dark out?” Otto looked like he wanted to say yes, but he stopped himself. 

“You’ll crash at my place tonight.” Otto opened his mouth to protest, but the carhop of your nightmares entered the restaurant and walked right up to him. “Hi! How can I help ya?” You clenched your jaw at the sickly-sweet tone she uses. Otto waved her off, “Ah, no thanks I’m just asking for directions from a friend of mine.” Otto gestured to you with those huge hands of his. You felt yourself heat up with pride, he sees you as more than a student; well, you do have his number…

You can see that the source of your dismay clenched her teeth with a customer service smile before walking away. Otto cleared his throat, “About earlier-“ “Yeah, you can just follow my car home.” You gave him zero room to say no.

“Ah, just a sec,” You walked into the kitchen to see if it was okay, but the team lead already waved you off and said, “Go.” 

Well shit.. alright then..

You grabbed the stuff you brought with you and you clocked out on an outdated machine up front. You waved to Otto to follow you, to the parking lot. You got in your car, and he got into his, and now you’re leading him to your place. 

It wasn’t that far of a drive, the longest part was making a left turn from one of the main roads, there always seemed to be cars there when you wanted to make a turn.

You pulled into your driveway and were now getting your keys out to unlock the front door. You felt the warmth of your previous professor at your back fighting the chilly night air. It was about time that the nights got cooler again, it’s nearly September after all…

You open the front door and hold it for Otto, but he uses his height to keep it open; his hand is high above your head to keep the door open, “No, it’s fine you can go in first.” You thanked him and went inside.

You were in the process of putting your things away in their respective spots when the front door shut behind Otto, he was watching you move around your house with ease; like clockwork. “You keep yourself on quite the schedule.” He watched you move around your kitchen, but then you stopped to look at him after he said that. “Oh, don’t let me stop you.” He moved his hands in a manner to tell you to keep moving. “No, I was just wondering if you’ve already eaten dinner? I can whip something up if you’d like.” You explained yourself, Otto nodded and you swore his face was a bit pink, “I did, thank you for asking, but about staying here-“ You cut him off again, “What kind of person would I be if I didn’t let the person I care about stay here for the night,” You turned to shut off the kitchen lights and show him to your bedroom, but you stopped yourself to relay that information to him, “You can stay in my bedroom, what kind of host would I be if you’re not comfortable?” 

“I was just going to say that I can sleep on the couch,” Otto protested, but you weren’t having it. 

“No, I’ll be fine. I have tomorrow off, you need the rest so you can drive.” “You need the rest so you can have a nice day off.” Otto folded his arms.

“No-“

“Let’s not-“ 

You both cut each other off in the argument..

….

You and Otto are now both dressed down in bed, looking at each other completely flushed and in partial shock from the stubbornness you both share. 

You click off the night, and Otto speaks, “Well, good night.” “Love you.” You automatically responded. You froze and Otto laughed. 

“Love you too.” 

#fanifiction #fanifc #drabbles #otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #pre accident! Otto #otto octavius #the nerd writes