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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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Cutie pie snookums 🦋💫

I love love loved your piece of art for the Leo x aphrodite reader request ( had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭)

Also it's more like a headcanon for all our precious lover boys ( Leo, Frank, Luke, Percy, Jason ( not me praying I didn't forgot one of my men )) talking about the reader and what they mean to them and reader overhears it

Nah cause I am giggling and blushing just thinking about it ahhhh

Mhuw💋 Mhuaw 💋

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ what do you say when I’m not around? hcs.

content: hcs for leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, percy jackson & jason grace warning: so much fluff you're gonna wanna throw up author's note: THESE ARE MY CHILDREN EACH OF THEM IS SPECIAL TO ME PLS PLS PLS TELL ME WHICH ONE WAS YOUR FAV BC I LEGIT CANNOT PICK but i need the comments to be like 'oh mommy my favorite was (insert fave here)' and then you list every single reason oaky thanks this will do wonders for my self-image also bow anon is keeping yall fed, everyone say thanks to bow anon while youre in those comments

𝜗𝜚 leo valdez

you were walking towards bunker nine, somehow managing to hold the two plates steady in your hand and also avoid tripping over all the plants on your way there.

leo had missed lunch...again

you were sure he'd starve to death and becoming a skeleton in that damn bunker if it weren't for you

as you approached the door, opening your mouth to scream out your presence you paused as you heard your name through the door

curiously, you peeked in through the small crack, making out leo and jason before turning your ear towards it to hear better

"...i'm telling you, she's the best thing that every happened to me."

melting already

"you're so sappy," jason teased

"if you felt what i felt, you'd be sappy too," leo replied and you could just picture the cheesy smile on his face

"am i in one of those terrible rom-com's piper makes us watch?" taunted jason

"you know what? probably. and i'm very lucky. grateful, even," leo laughed back, "to make her laugh, smile, have her close, it- i'll know i'll be okay because i've got her. i mean, how bad can it be if she's by my side?"

jason and leo both turned towards the door of the bunker as it creaked open, revealing the sniffling and crying girl leo had just been talking about, two sandwiches held in her hands

"hey, hey, what's wrong- wait, were you eavesdropping?" leo questioned as he moved towards her, taking the sandwiches out of her hands and setting them on his workbench, the girl instantly wrapping her arms around him

"maybe, but that's not the point-"

"kinda feels like the point to me-"

"no, the point is that you're so sweet, leo. what did i do to deserve you?" you all but sobbed against his chest, leo laughing lightly as he rubbed your shoulders.

"you know, i ask myself that every morning," hummed back leo, pressing his lips to her temple, "i mean, i'd definitely starve if it wasn't for you."

"hey, i'd make sure you didn't starve!" jason insisted, both of the couple sending him a questioning look

"and what did you have for lunch, superman?" you prompted and jason looked like a deer caught in headlights, "that's what i thought."

"i meant everything i said, you know," leo later told you, after jason had scampered off to get his own meal.

you looked up from your lunch, a smile twitching at your lips

"i know. and i'd say i'm pretty lucky too."

𝜗𝜚 frank zhang

you and frank had a little study date planned for today, meeting at the little bakery that you guys frequented at new rome

the owners knew you and frank by name, a cute little polaroid of you guys framed behind the cash register

you're class ran long, the professor leaving the q&a open for far too long

you felt bad but knew frank wouldn't mind ordering for you and waiting a bit

your sweet boy

you walked in one of the side doors of the bakery, as it was the first one you ran into

you were beginning to make your way towards your regular table, only stopping because you hear what you knew to be frank's bashful laugh

"come on, can't tell me your favorite thing about her?" the owner prompted with a wide smile and you heard frank's laugh again, just picturing his blazing face

"there's too many. we'd be here all week," frank replied, easily, and you felt that warm and gushy feeling frank always leaves you with

"but you have to have a favorite of all favorites though," insisted the owner and there was a pause from frank, both you and the owner waiting with baited breath

"okay okay. when she thinks i'm not looking, she just looks at me with- with this smile. and i can't describe it but it's my favorite. it's just a look and a smile, but it means the world to me," admitted frank, the owner cooing and her body sagging at his sweet words

you were having a similar reaction, off to the side of the restaurant, a hand held to your chest.

"goodness, you two are just too cute. ugh, my husband and i used to be just like you, all lovesick and gross," the owner mused as you finally announced your presence, pretending to have just shown up.

though, frank could tell something was up based on the kiss you gave his cheek, the boy instantly looking down at you with a raised brow

you just wrinkled your nose at him, grabbing your coffee and baked goods and taking your basically assigned seats outside the cafe

"you know, i just love it when you come up behind me and just give me those massive bear hugs for no reason. it feels good- like, cozy and like home," you stated, seemingly, unprompted

but frank caught on quick, shaking his head and smiling at the girl

"how much of that did you hear?"

"more than enough, sweet boy."

"never gonna live it down?"

"oh, certainly not."

𝜗𝜚 luke castellan

"come on, percy, you can do better than that," luke barked at the boy with a laugh, percy heaving on the ground of the training arena

"you suck."

"are you talking to yourself or...?" asks luke with a smirk, causing percy to squint a glare at him

"i'll call for y/n and tell her youre being mean to me," threatened percy, completely unaware that you had already shown up with water for the both of them, taking a seat in the bleachers and waiting for one of them to notice you

"if you think she'll be on your side, you're wrong," luke laughed, helping percy off the ground.

(without meaning to, he'd later repeat this phrase word for word when revealing to percy that he was the lightening thief and kronos right hand man. percy would mention you and this would be luke's response. he would end up being wrong)

"of course she'll be on my side, look at this face," joked percy, exhaustedly swishing a hand towards his own face.

"ha! you're funnier than i give you credit for," luke mocks and percy huffs

"i don't know why that sweet girl is with your mean ass."

"you know, i ask myself that at least twice a day but...it's good that we're together. for both of us," answers luke, turning more serious as he shrugs his shoulders.

you're intrigued now, leaning forwards with interest

"how so?" percy prompts

"well...she makes me want to be a better person. i want to be the best guy for her, it's what she deserves. and she needs me to let loose a little, have some fun and break a few rules," luke reveals, his eyes catching on movement towards the entrance of the arena and a smile gracing his lips

"speaking of the little devil," he laughs, the girl peeking around the corner with a wide smile

"that's not what you were saying about me two seconds," you mock, passing a water bottle off to percy, who took it eagerly, before hold luke's out to him

"hmm. i don't know what your talking about," luke taunts with a twisted smile and you just shake your head at him.

"okay, mr. trouble, i gotta get going. but...i'm glad i have you too," you muttered, leaning up and pressing a kiss to where his scar ended on his cheek

he hid his blush well, pressing a kiss to her forehead when she went to pull away

"i'll see you later, hun?"

"obviously. also, percy, he twisted his ankle last week during capture the flag. just so you know," the girl winked, smiling cheekily at luke's paling face before scampering out of the arena.

(she'd later spill a similar secret to percy in the middle of manhattan-turned-warzone, giving percy key information on luke to help him win. she'll live with the guilt forever, unsure if it's survivors or not)

"you're a snitch!" luke called after the girl, her laughs being the only response he got.

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson

"are you sure they don't need help?" you asked percy's step father, paul, with a giggle as you two heard a clatter from the kitchen.

"knowing them, they're probably making the most extravagant pizza on the planet. one of us should probably check on them to make sure they don't blow the apartment up," paul hummed in agreement, nodding you towards the kitchen

"knowing percy, i wouldn't be surpirsed," you wink and paul laughs as you leave the living room, steadily making your way towards the kitchen

something told you to wait by the door for a bit, so you do, biting down a smile as you listen to percy and his mom.

"wait, wait, we're we supposed to preheat the oven??" percy asked and you could just feel the dead stare sally gave him

"yes, percy. i thought that was obvious."

"what if we just crank the heat super super high up-"

"no. immediately no."

"fineeeeee," percy droned, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"so...y/n's sweet," sally started and you blushed, knowing that percy valued his mom's opinion above all else

"yeah. she's the best. oh, you should see her when she's doing something she really enjoys. her face get's all wrinkly cause she's scrunching it up but her smile is so bright, mom. and right before she's about to fall alseep, she always manages to snuggle closer to you and she twitches her nose twice before falling asleep. always twice, no more no less," percy started ranting, borderline unprompted.

your smile was impossibly large

"you seem to really like her," sally managed to get in

"i...i think i love her, mom. i don't see myself doing it with anybody else."

"doing what?"

"life."

now you were crying, huge fat tears rolling down your cheeks. but still smiling, always smiling because of that boy.

not wanting to ruin the moment, you head back to the living room, paul looking up at you slightly worried.

"they're okay."

"are you?" he whispers and you beam at him.

"better than ever. i'm a very lucky girl."

"i know that feeling," paul winks, "those jacksons, huh?"

"tell me about it."

𝜗𝜚 jason grace

"that your girl?" you hear a guy ask jason, surely nodding over at you standing in line for the pizza

jason promised you a day of just roaming new rome (im funny as shit yall) and you guys were just stopping for lunch

"yeah," jason replied with a smile, his eyes catching yours for a second before you looked away, not wanting to give away that you were listening.

"figured. you've got that lovey dovey look on your face," the guy laughs and jason laughs with him.

"well, that tends to happen when you're in love," responds jason, like this wasn't a monumental statement to make

"i gotta ask, what's it feel like? so i can know when the right girl comes around," the guy questions, suddenly serious and nearly desperate for an answer

jason's face screws up in the way that tells you he's thinking intensely about it.

"when you know, you'll know. i can't- there's this weight on my chest when i'm with her, it's heavy and suffocating but it's just how much i love her. it's all the things i would do for her, to keep her safe and to keep her happy. my soul knew she was the one from the moment we met, my mind's just playing catch up," jason rambled, the guy completely entrapped in his words.

"jesus," he muttered and jason winced, the roman demigod in him urging to correct him but swallowing it down.

"sounds like hell," the guy mutters after a few seconds and jason smirks

"oh, it is. my wallet's never been lighter and my sweaters have never disappeared at a more rapid rate. but, to have and to hold her in return? makes it all worth it."

"jase, baby, you want the one with feta, right?" you call to him from line, a proud smile on your face and what jason could have sworn were tears in your eyes

"yeah, that's good!" he called back, silently asking if you were alright with his eyes.

you wave him off and wipe at your cheeks, a totally completely unrelated thing.

you take the two flimsy paper plates and walk back to jason, mimicking a trumpet as you present his to him

he laughs, taking it from your hand and wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you away and down the street before pausing, looking down at you with a small smile

"you heard every word, didn't you?"

"i don't know what your talking about...but on an unrelated note, i think we should get married."

"right now?"

"why wait? i think my mind's catching up to my soul, don't you?"

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #jason grace #leo valdez #luke castellan #frank zhang #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #jason grace x reader

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papabigtoes · 8 months

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How are you feeling about knubbs

I thought he was FANTASTIC in this movie (you gave me an excuse to draw him from it) !

(very in depth response below)

I love his character and how he acts. The facials of him sassily kicking the breakfast table killed me in a watchparty I had with my friends

And yes, all three of us went “NOOOOO!” when he was engulfed by the explosions.

I will say, as much as I tried to avoid spoilers, his death was spoiled for me in my inbox once the leaks circled around last week. It wasn’t it being spoiled that made me groan - it was the fact they were typed as if the annoying orange grew fingers and wanted to be EXTRA quirky. I am embarassed for the anon because all it made me feel was the same way I feel when I stumble upon a millenial making videos with their dog where they speak in this pseudo-european accent all squeaky. If you ever wanna make me clench my toes in disgust, just send me clips of dogs with bad forced accents all chipmunked. that one audio that goes “IF MONDAYE WAS A VEGGIETABLE, IT WOULD BE A ZZUCHEYENEYE, BECAUSE ITS ZUCHS!” oughhh i will be white knuckling my phone like murderface on twitter when he shits bro

THEN, I saw people on instagram and one had Dick’s face as it was melting from Nathan’s trip. When I saw that image before the movie, I believed either A.) When MF got exorcised Salacia jumped into the closest body and because he wasn’t a demi-god, his body began to legit melt, OR B.) it tied into the fact Crozier hired Knubbler to get info on the band since S1E2. And he was revealing that he wasn’t actually as good-intentioned as the band thought.

The fact he continued to be a wholesome wine aunt and hippie stoner uncle hyrbid to the boys, AND THE FACT CROZIER HAD AN ARC (in my au I have him be like a grumpy grandpa to the boys, and a dad figure to MF so the fuel this film gave me for fan art? BOUNTIFUL) god it was truly a feast

I think I would be more sad if they decided to have the route be that Knubbler was terrified to die. If he was pounding on that shield in a panic, oh that would hurt! He looked so accepting of it, looking at the band with confidence that they’d indeed save the world, was a pretty damn awesome way to go. He went out like a true gear - he feared not his mortality.

I will say, his passing wont cause me to cease drawin’ him and William! I’ll draw him like he died but he got better so he’s ok.

have a lot of dickface stuff I want to include into my fan piece au, and he’ll still be a favorite to draw when it comes to it. Lmk if you want me to draw any knubbler angst with mf and whatnot, because I’ll probably continue with my favorite route with drawing him - the Cheese Route™️.

What do you feel about it, anon? You don’t have to answer back, but I do enjoy Talkin’ Klok and would love to hear your thoughts too!

#fan fart #metalocalypse #dick knubbler #william murderface #dethklok #aotd spoilers #aotd #army of the doomstar #army of the doomstar spoilers #thank you for the ask!

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adoremexxs · 9 months

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Hello!

You can have a story or a headcanon (From your AU, she is great)

Urogi × Extremely calm reader.

Don't know how to explain, they're like, like the sun and the moon. Underwater and cheerful Urogi and a calm, perhaps slow and sleepy reader.

thank you in advance! your blog is one of my favorites <3

AW, this means so much to me! So sweet!

also i’m sorry guys for not posting multiple times a day, my brain is fried and i’m extremely busy ☠️

Urogi with a calm S/O

warnings: none

met him through Aizetsu

you and aizetsu are besties bc u both are extremely calm people and reserved

so whenever you came over to his house, you didn’t expect to see 4 loud and chaotic brothers

zohakuten was relatively quiet until sekido or urogi and karaku pissed him off

the first one to greet to you was urogi

immediately checking you out and trying to figure out who u were

asked if u were aizetsu’s lover

aizetsu said no so fast, he didn’t want to get harassed

urogi was happy on the other hand

“yay! that means they can be mine!”

sekido hit Urogi so hard for saying that

karaku tried to get into your pants a few times but you were like “no! bye!”

you started to befriend urogi and talk to him more, even starting to hang out

even though he is hyper 99.99999% of the time, you enjoy it

he can drive so he takes you everywhere, listening to “Eyes without a face” by Billy Idol

it’s very spiritual tbh

takes you to the beach

will take your instagram photos for you

he’s been trained

shows you his crystals that him and aizetsu collect

whenever you express that you collect crystals too, Urogi goes crazy and needs to absolutely see them which results in bringing him over

your room radiates your energy, sleepy and calm and Urogi realizes how much you are like Aizetsu!

which makes him even more clingy towards you

his energy can sometimes overwhelm you and when you snap at him, he gets so sad and leaves you alone

you feel bad but he’s happy within like 5 seconds

the day that he asks you out is on the beach, the sun is rising and you are watching it

he looks so nervous, you can clearly tell something is up

when you ask him what’s up with him

he pours all of his feelings out to you, expressing how he has liked you since the first day he met you and how he can’t get enough of you

obviously you accept it bc you aren’t dumb, like why would you reject HIM?! He’s so fine and cute and sweet

you are somehow able to deal with his energy most of the time, sometimes you can get overwhelmed but it’s not terrible

he gets REALLY clingy to you, he has to be touching you 24/7 or he has a freak out

whenever you saw the scar on his waist, you were extremely concerned because Urogi casually just said

“oh it’s from when my dad hit me with a beer bottle.”

he completely brushed it off?! like what?!

Urogi doesn’t mind talking about his childhood, he’s indifferent about it

it’s his way of coping with it, he acts like it wasn’t that serious, it’s just how he grew up

he ended up telling you about how he used to get bullied a bunch

and how he struggles with his self image sometimes, he gets really anxious sometimes and doesn’t eat for days but then he’ll end up eating a bunch later on

now it’s your job to get him back on track!

your calm energy relaxes him a bit

if he’s at your house, he is completely calm and sleeps on you

he’s heavy but you aren’t going to push him off

Urogi posts you a lot

he makes you known to everyone

you are referred to as “Urogi’s S/O”

random people will say hi to you in the hallways

urogi LOVES kissing you

everytime he sees you, he has to kiss you

he’s very passionate about it, he usually ends up out of breath

you almost die half the time, he cuts off half your air supply

Urogi is legit obsessed with you

he wants you to be equally as obsessed with him so he looks up love spells online

it works though

i mean he really didn’t need the love spell but man, you got equally obsessed as him

you are so calm that it terrifies him sometimes

if he did something bad, he’s scared that you’re mad

you’re not

Urogi doesn’t handle calm energy too well whenever he thinks they are angry

Urogi is a D2 overthinker when it comes to his S/O

Sekido is a D1 overthinker y’all

Urogi doesn’t think 90% of the time but the 10% goes to you

stresses over gifts and holidays and dates

it’s okay because you already take care of everything and take care of it for Urogi

everyone says you guys are the golden retriever and black cat duo

so that’s what you dressed up for halloween as

even though Urogi wanted to be a bird

tries to compare you to a bird

compliments 24/7

extremely loyal

he is in love with you and you take a lot of his firsts

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lara635kookie · 7 months

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Ship Analysis pt.8:

I think this image summarizes my thoughts to why Red Crackle and Carmivy are better than Carulia(for me):

Gray and Carmen are light and darkness, yin and yang, perfect balance, soulmates, opposites attract, different but same and I just have it in me as a headcanon the impression that Chief is a Red Crackle shipper. For me, she's the president of the Red Crackle fan club. She says Gray is a smitten sap for Carmen(In the Portuguese and Spanish dub she legit says he's a fool/idiot in love) and when talking about Carmen and Gray having coffee together she says Carmen and Calloway are, makes a pause, like she's thinking on what to say next, and says "friendly", in a different voice tone than before. I think she knows.

Carmivy while is not my favorite ship, it's almost as great as Red Crackle for me. They are just so good! Ivy is such a simp going "I will beat you up if you say anything to upset Carmen" to Zack or "We're here for Carmen" to Shadowsan. Or asking herself multiple times what would Carmen do. She's Carmen's biggest fan. In some things, Carmivy was even superior to Red Crackle. But doing the overall average, for me, Red Crackle just end up winning, but Carmivy got close. I think this shows what I'm talking about:

They are such simps for her. They both knew her so well. Ivy always knew what Carmen would do and tried to do it and Gray in the train scene he says:"You've proven yourself, that's all you ever wanted, wasn't it?" it shows how well he understands her. While it wasn't ALL she ever wanted, it was definitely something she wanted a lot and Gray realized even before Carmen herself did. At the Lucky Cat Caper(I don't remember if that's really the name but okay) when Carmen has a nightmare about the coat exam she says to Player:"I guess I still feel like I have something to prove." Another thing it gets me is how Carmen and Gray prioritizes each other's safety and well being. Like, sure, Carmen prioritizes these two things of a lot of people, but the way it's with Gray, they prioritize those things from each other on top of pretty much almost EVERYTHING. In the episode Carmen goes to rescue Gray from the jail in Reykjavik, she had a choice:Go get the stolen crown or get to Gray. She chooses Gray first. Of course she also gets the crown but she still chose Gray first. She set an alarm for him if he ever got in trouble because she wants to get him out of trouble and have a good fresh start. Also, we know Maelstrom likes to melt gold. I just can picture perfectly Maelstrom convincing Countess Cleo to have only the crown's precious gemstones to do other jewelry and then Maelstrom would get the crown gold to melt and do whatever he wants with it. And then Carmen would have lost the crown forever and would have totally failed for the first time. Carmen isn't dumb. She knew the faculty members, she lived with them almost her whole entire life. Even with that risk, she STILL chose Gray without even hesitating or thinking more carefully about it. That's how much Gray matters to her. She stole for V.I.L.E. to save Zack and Ivy and she never did something like that, against her morals, for Julia. She threatened to throw that V.I.L.E. artifact in that hole but the artifact was something that would help V.I.L.E. to find more things and steal them and she knew if she threw it, one day someone would find it or it would be hidden forever. So she had absolutely nothing to lose throwing it. She actually had something to win. It wasn't a sacrifice she was willing to do for Julia, like it was the case for Gray, Zack and Ivy.

And this was the final part of my ship analysis. The next thing related to ship will be a ship ranking, where I get all the Carmen Sandiego romantic ships and judge them from first to last place. Bye and see you soon!

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #graham calloway #gray #crackle #red crackle #netflix #carmivy #ship analysis

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weebsinstash · 4 months

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I'm using the same image as the last post and making it separate because

You know what staring at this made me realize? Like, AGES AGO, on the Angel Dust Instagram, there was a post, something like "wearing Val's jacket ❤️" and there was Angel wearing the red coat with the signature white fluff with hearts, but then there were other posts such as Valentino in different outfits like a black vest that still had the fluff, and i figured, "aww, he doesn't actually have a fluffy collar, that vest must be the jacket or whatever the fur is on :(" and I was legit disappointed because it's such a cute detail for a moth guy

This image of him in all these different clothes definitively confirms that the fur is his and, like, not even joking, that was literally like one of my favorite things about him before 😩❤️ we can now return to the days of "what if Reader just got super stupid drunk and started petting his fur and Valentino makes you brush him" or "what if Valentino sees you getting cozy with a hellhound or a cat boy or something and you're just giggly drunk and petting them and telling them how soft they are

#Valentino who makes you brush his fur and dote on him like a personal assistant...

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otomes-and-tears · 4 months

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Wondering what your thoughts and opinions are on the rest of the jerk squad boys, especially Nate?

Know that asking me this was a mistake because I’m RABID for them. I’m FOAMING at the mouth and shaking just at being asked to ramble about my boys because I am plagued by thoughts of them that I’m absolutely going to unleash upon you now.

This is not going to be coherent at all. I apologise for that.

By the way— since I already talk about Shiloh way too much, he’s not going to have his little section here. If you want to see my rambles about him, please check my masterlist!

I’m probably going to talk about Jeremy separately because…. I actually haven’t finished his route. It’s the only one that’s left.

Since you asked about him first, Nate is one of my favourite boys. I have a special place in my heart for him because he kind of reminds me of my girlfriend, and I do think that his dynamic with JB is one of the most entertaining in the bunch. He’s always snapping back at her and it’s so fucking funny. Every time they’re out together I keep getting this mental image of JB being strapped in a baby leash with Nate trailing behind her like an exhausted parent.

Like Shiloh, he’s also a character that I think about a LOT, particularly about the way he handles (or does not handle) his emotions and his obsessive need to have control over everything around him.

I think it’s really telling that Nate continuously strives for perfection and frequently neglects his own emotional needs when he practically raised himself, admittedly saw the school as his home, and when we know for a fact that he was seen and treated as a mini-adult throughout his life.

Like, you cannot tell me he wasn’t praised endlessly as a child for being independent and self-sufficient and then when he grew older people were constantly exasperated that he was too independent and didn’t know when to ask for help when needed! Nate is probably endlessly confused as to why something that was touted as being such a good trait for a good portion of his life suddenly became a problem.

Anyways, I think it’s kind of tragic how he spent most of his life at that school and I legit teared up when they graduated. It’s also very sweet how despite being a perv and living to make him uncomfortable, JB is surprisingly respectful of his boundaries regarding physical touch and doesn’t push him to kiss or hug her. Yeah, she teases him about missing the perfect moment but she’s happy to let him decide when he’s ready to do all of that!

It’s also nice that she tries to support him, even if she isn’t exactly good at it. SHE’S TRYING HER BEST BC THEY LEGIT LIKE EACH OTHER EVEN IF THEY BOTH HAVE ISSUES!!

Regarding Everett… I didn’t expect to like his route as much as I did, but he has SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL.

Like, his whole relationship with Nate? The fact that he’s a momma’s boy?? HE WAS REJECTED BY PRAN In like, the WORST way possible??

It’s just, chef’s kiss. A whole lotta angst wrapped inside a tiny, hipster-shaped package. Pure perfection.

My only issue with his route is that the whole time, I felt like JB was getting in between him and Nate. This is my headcanon, but I feel like after high school, if JB and Everett don’t immediately have an explosive, dramatic breakup there are only two possible routes: either he leaves her for Nate or they add Nate into the mix.

I’m sorry, but no other alternatives compute for me, not after their conversation in the tunnel of love. That shit goes way past just a codependent friendship.

I think I’ve mentioned this once before but Bae is likely my second favorite jerksquad guy. I can’t really explain why his condescension is so funny to me, but it might be because my favorite parts of the game were the group meetings and Bae’s borderline paternalistic attitude towards the other characters (because he’s mAtURE and knows what’s best for them) and his sarcasm made for some really great dialogue and some of the funniest scenes in my opinion.

Just as a side note— I played xoxo blood droplets and Bae’s route made me realize how much potential he has to be a yandere in an au! And now that I’m thinking about this I NEED to write about it. Even if it’s just headcanons or something.

I love him in game. I’d probably throw hands with him three minutes into a conversation if he existed IRL. I sent my girlfriend screenshots of his sons of his scenes while I played and she said that I was a bit like him. It made me reevaluate my life LOL

Okay so, I’m going to be real with you: Pran is my least favorite of the boys. I’ll admit that when I played through his route last year I kept complaining about not having that much fun and not liking him a lot as a character. My view changed as I got to the end of the game:

Pran’s is still my least favorite route but he’s one of the most interesting guys to analyze.

In the end, even if it took me a bit to get into it, I still ended up enjoying it immensely anyway.

I think what made me dislike him at first was that, ironically, I think that Pran as a character works best in group scenes. He’s a contrarian and he’s very quiet most of the time, which makes his very occasional interjections some of the funniest moments in the meetings, but that’s also why I didn’t find his dates as fun LOL

I think that with the other characters I had a better time because how they played off JB during their dates, while with Pran it was funny to see JB trying so hard to engage with him or get a rise out of him just for him to barely react (and it makes the instances where she does manage to catch him off guard very rewarding) on the first few times, but it started to get old for me. There’s only so many times I can hear him say no, and that he doesn’t care before it gets annoying.

For me the highlight of his route was seeing Shiloh have a weird, one-sided beef with him. Shiloh pretends to like everyone but this is where he draws the line apparently 😭

Anyways, you might be wondering why I said he’s one of my favourites to analyse if I didn’t have much fun playing through his route. That’s mostly because of his backstory, which I genuinely find to be fascinating.

He’s basically a textbook example of avoidant attachment, which is due to the severe neglect he suffered as a child. Honestly, I could make a whole post about this alone if anyone is interested.

That coupled with having to adopt a mentality where nothing he ever did or said was ever right, because either his parents or grandparents would get upset, which led to him always being quiet or choosing the contrarian option, and you get a pretty fascinating character to think about. It’s interesting to examine his relationships through this lense: it makes complete sense that Pran has a difficult time engaging with JB and connecting to her emotional needs. The few relationships he has maintained exist out of necessity! And he tries so hard to push her away, in the same way he pushed everyone else away, but she just refuses to leave. Refuses to accept defeat. She’s fully determined to figure him out and make their weirdass relationship work and it’s something I admire JB for. That girl is a TROOPER.

#by the way this is going to be a take™️ but I think Shiloh and Nate are more similar than either of them would like to admit #they both need to feel in control of a situation in order to feel comfortable but they express that need in basically opposite ways #I can elaborate more on that if anyone is interested #bee rambles #xoxo droplets #shiloh fields #nate lawson #everett gray #bae pyoun #pran taylor #xod shiloh #Nate xod #everett xod #bae xod #Pran xod #xod

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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more jane, mike, and reader!!!! so good

legit just wrote tf outta this and tumblr deleted it …. anyways!

: ̗̀➛ at first, the relationship is a bit muddled while you figure out how it works

: ̗̀➛ but once you all get comfortable it’s sooo good

: ̗̀➛ mike writes you and jane often (you two make it a thing to open them and write back together)

: ̗̀➛ it sort of takes a while for mike to become really affectionate with you but once he starts he can’t stop

: ̗̀➛ when you visit hawkins, jane is super pouty because you and mike decided that it’ll be best to keep the relationship a secret for a bit

: ̗̀➛ but that bit doesn’t last long because max catches you and jane kissing in the kitchen when you both thought she wasn’t looking

: ̗̀➛ jane couldn’t help it okay !! she’s sooo obsessed with you. both of you

: ̗̀➛ that secret is really out when mike accidentally calls you “baby” in front of practically everyone

: ̗̀➛ but that’s just because mike is even more obsessed with you then jane is

: ̗̀➛ he gets a kick out of calling you guys “my girls”

: ̗̀➛ the guys ask if he wants to hangout, “i can’t, my girls are coming over” [cue incessant gagging]

: ̗̀➛ it’s childish but you guys sometimes fight over who gets to kiss who when

: ̗̀➛ and if mike gives you one kiss, then jane has to give you two

: ̗̀➛ but it’s all fun and games because there’s not jealousy between you three, somehow

: ̗̀➛ like at first, yeah there was a little bit of envy and insecurity (especially from mikes side) but that was all gone within the first month after a long talk between all three of you

: ̗̀➛ jane loves pet names but her favorite is when you just say her name. there’s something about the way you call her “jane”, especially since you’re the only one to call her that (it just makes it more special in her eyes)

: ̗̀➛ random but the only parent who knows is joyce and that’s because will accidentally let it slip one day (she’s super supportive though, and understands why none of you want hopper to know just yet)

: ̗̀➛ i like to think that the hawkins crew are as supportive as they are teasing (mostly dustin and lucas with the teasing)

: ̗̀➛ “mike has two girlfriends?! how does he get two?!”

: ̗̀➛ even more random but i can’t get the image of baking cookies with them out of my head (so super cliche ik but what can i say)

mike sulking at the table after you and jane kicked him out of the kitchen because he was “messing up the recipe”. he thinks that you two just wanna kiss and talk about him behind his back. and he’s sort of right when he asks if “his girls are talking about him in there” and you two giggle

: ̗̀➛ moral is; i think this would be a super cute relationship with you three in your own little happy bubble :(

#.tenfour #mike wheeler #jane hopper #mike wheeler x reader #jane hopper x reader #mike wheeler x you #jane hopper x you #eleven x reader #eleven x you #stranger things #milevensworld!#janesworld!#mikesworld!

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knowlesian · 2 years

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okay: let’s talk candied melon silk moths, everybody. because holy shit, did i just blow my own fucking mind upon this very night.

full disclosure: i had this shit planned out a little before i sat down to google. i’d start with a little light ‘i’m not a bug-ologist, buuuuut’ joke and then synthesize what i’d read on google into a readable bit of moth fact/history before moving onto Considering The Humble Moth.

but ofmd has ruined that. because here’s the thing: there is no such thing as a candied melon silk moth.

now, the rosy maple moth? that moth exists, and their habitat stretches well past st. augustine down to nearly the tip of florida. they’re apparently the smallest kind of silk moths, which seems Not An Accident given the way this show is playing with toxic masculinity and expectations surrounding it.

they were classified in 17-fucking-93, because of course they were. by johan christian fabricius, which is just a really fucking cool name. i don’t make these rules. (i did some light research on him and it ended in Very Interesting/The Kind of Problematic You’d Expect From A Man Named That Doing Science-y Things Around Then places, so i’m gonna do more there later.)

for now, the basics. this level of detail and then a last minute hard swerve into We Do What We Want, Fuck You means they did the work: they didn’t just slap together some latin and make up a name and call it a day to avoid paying... moth copyright????

they tracked down an interesting moth, did their research on it, and then cackled with glee as they changed one very important letter and made up their own goddamned moth, because it’s all fuckery here. masks on masks on masks, all of them a little bit real just because we put them on and went about our day.

and because ofmd looks at history, at traditional power structures and the crushing weight they put on every single one of us living under them, and asks: why? and what if it weren’t like that?

in the real world, these were not the men we are watching fall in love; the real ed and stede did horrible fucking things. they were, in colloquial terms, The Bad Guys.

but what if they were these men, instead? what if we stole their names and histories and pasted our stories on their fucking faces. what IF we colonized the colonizers and made them dance to our fucking tunes, this time?

what if nobody had to define themselves against what they aren’t? what if a rosy maple moth was a candied melon silk moth because fuck you for saying it can’t be different, this time of all times?

so fuckin’ yeah. there’s THAT, which really put a spin on how i planned to organize this meta. i mean: what do i DO with that shit???? that’s fucking insane. i’m gonna fight these people. fight them with my TEARS because they have pushed my love over the borderline. feels like i’m going to lose my mind, & etc.

what the fuuuuuuuck.

that little mental/song break over, onto what i knew i was going to talk about.

first: that they used a moth at all. we have a lot invested in the butterfly as an image/metaphor as a culture. at worst it’s a literal started ugly, ended up beautiful thing, at best it’s about metamorphosis and transition/transformation and the revealing of a true self (things ofmd is also very interested in) but the physical beauty part is always lurking there in the subtext, making things a liiiiittttle bit weird.

this particular moth also happens to be legit cute as fuck, but we don’t attach that kind of beauty baggage to moths. instead, our favorite moth metaphor is about danger. moths to a flame, we say, because we are REAL scared of warmth and pleasure. (and emotional risk, understandably.)

and oh look! ed and stede, moths to each other’s flame; these two are drawn together, the way whole crew is drawn together, by accident and irresistibly until they're a family in ways they couldn’t have planned for or ever anticipated. none of them started out in the same place, some of them didn’t start out speaking the same languages, a lot of them are still on the way to figuring out who they are: but here they are. drawn together in their various states, anyway.

(puts the fire at the heart of stede’s liminal space ship in new context, huh? fuck this stupid show.)

but here’s where it gets real weird: that’s a silk moth.

stede, privileged and still in his cocoon not quite With It stede, holds in his hands the creature responsible for the red handkerchief ed’s mother was tricked into believing god didn’t want people like them to have. and he offers it up to ed, entirely clueless of the resonance he holds in his hands, eager to share it without even knowing the fucking magic he is capable of conjuring for a million reasons fair and unfair, systemic and personal: the means of fuckin’ production.

because god doesn’t decide who gets silk, rich fuckers don’t decide who gets silk.

no silk moths, no silk from those moths.

fuck god and fuck rich people: drill down to the absolute core, the humble moth holds the actual power here.

and that moth gives no shits about these stupid rules. the moth doesn’t give a single solitary fuck if ed has a piece of silk or the king of england has that same exact piece, because of fucking course it doesn’t. ‘deserve’? fuck that. the moth isn’t like oh GOLLY i hope somebody with class puts me on. somebody with a full bank account. those people deserve me: nobody else.

the people who benefit most made up those rules about who gets what and why they get it, and now for some reason a lot of us help enforce it without any hope of feasting on their crumbs.

and if you think about it we made up god, technically, because we invented words and belief structures and intricate rituals to explain this gnawing ache and loneliness inside just as much as the surge of impossible hope or unshakeable, inexplicable sense of Something More. and none of us can prove entirely the others are wrong, even though many of us will kill and die to insist otherwise.

either way, this i know for sure: we definitely fucking made up money.

so stede’s got his cute little metaphor moth perched on his finger, eagerly offering it for inspection. he is literally offering up to ed the means of production for the object that represents his heart.

and the kicker: he doesn’t even know it’s happening.

(neither of them do. not yet.)

i mean. this fucking show is just ridiculous.

i’m sure there’s a Lot More here, and i want to keep writing about how they use stede’s privilege/wealth in this fascinating way where it informs his character for good and ill and functions as a commentary on the unfortunate reality that sometimes people who will one day show amazing solidarity start from a place of good-hearted Not Having A Clue, and then move and grow from there as they see more of the world and watch the people they love experience pain in ways they never anticipated. but that’s an adjacent lane and another piece of writing!!!

so for now: fuck this show, and let us continue to consider the Humble Silk Moth i guess.

#our flag means death #my ofmd meta #i'm so mad at this fucking show all the time #like i am sure i will wake up at four am and go FUCK ME I MISSED THIS OBVIOUS THING #for now: the emotional scream i will call a freewrite #fuck this team. FUCK EM #ugh i will be thinking about the moth ALL NIGHT

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Solomon x chubby fem reader? maybe?

-Absolutely no one's gonna fault you if you assumed that the darkened, intimidating, and foul-mouthed shadow cultist of the Daxton hero crew, wasn't exactly the most inverse with romance and love and all sunshine and rainbows like that.

-So you can imagine your own shock rocking through your entire body when Solomon beat you to the chance of admitting your crush on him by him coming clean about his own love for you first.

-Solomon was lost in a wordless haze when he first saw you despite his outward appearance masking over just how much just seeing you, seriously, someone just being themselves is somehow enough to draw him from reading one of his tomes is legit one of the most obvious signs to the rest of the heroes Solomon is NOT normal about you-

-I am completely dead serious when I say that if you wear a sundress, a skirt, or something like that around him, you're near fucking MURDERING him-

-The thing that actually sees to that is you in crop tops, short-shorts, leggings, anything that hugs and shows off your body and it's plushness and the softness you have, he's already a pretty handsy guy to begin with, always finding one of his hands on your hips, an arm draped over your shoulders-

-However, circumstances like that, result in more, possessive ways he rests his hands on you - a hand on your waist evolves into an arm around it instead, and God help the person that approaches you he can noiselessly terrorize with just a simple glare boring into their eyes just as he stands next to you

-The master at playful threats with you too, he's the kind of guy where if he overhears down talking your self image, he grabs at you from behind you urge you to lean backward against the front of his chest and he just murmurs out down to you something along the lines of, "watch what'll happen if you keep saying shit about my favorite fuckin' person in the entire world-"

-He also might not regularly wonder aloud about it to you, nevertheless, that doesn't halt his rampant, wandering thoughts to traverse into the territory of wondering just how, in his words, an unwanted bastard of a man such as himself was even able to receive your love in the first place, that you deserved someone so much better that wasn't nearly as damaged as he was, that there's nothing good left in him to even hope for.

-And a common thing he comments back on when you promise him that he's perfect for you is

-"Till you come to your senses, you're stuck with me."

#oc #my oc #daxton #daxton city #solomon #solomon nazareth #x reader headcanons #oc x reader #oc headcanons #oc headcanon #plus sized reader #plus-sized reader #chubby reader

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thedawningofthehour · 3 months

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SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK but you activated my sleeper agent rottmnt brainstorming Re: The Video Game Question

Raph: would probably like low strategy single player games and lean toward arcade/motion control based experiences because they present a way around the "Hand Too Big Controller Too Small And Breakable" problem. As an Oldest Sibling (speaking from an Oldest Sibling Gamer pov) he would have been the Designated Single Player Driver (I have a vivid mental image of Raph playing old c tier single player wii games like My Sims Kingdom while Mikey, Leo, and Donnie yell instructions at him) and I think he's still gravitated towards those kinds of games. He also feels like the kind of guy who will thoroughly enjoy every video game he plays but his favorite is still inexplicably just like. Uno for the ps3

Leo: Would like competitive games. I feel like he's the kinda guy who cannot bring himself to give a shit about the story or aesthetics of a game and cannot care at all about single player video games outside of speedrunning or something. The point of games for him Is To Win. I feel like him and Donnie both played CSGO or COD at a young age with voice chat and thats why they are who they are. His favorite game is probably a competitive hero shooter or smth. He probably is playing Valorant as we speak.

Donnie: I feel like he's the only one who is a Capital "G" Gamer. Has the broadest taste but tends to like games he can "lose himself" in. (Competitive shooters, MMOs, lengthy and intricate single player games IE: Dark Souls or Elden Ring, metroidvanias, RPGs, fighting games) If the taste of Donnie Gamer Mode we get in the show is anything to go by, he seems the type to obsess over a game for like a month, beat it 120%, probably achieve some level or speedrunning or competitive infamy and then drop it completely never to be seen again.

Mikey: Would love sandbox games for Sure. Plays Minecraft but only on creative mode. Will play sims but only with cheats to make super intricate mansions or crazy houses or recreate something he saw in a movie once. He would 100% play single player games his brothers already beat so he can look around at the scenery and mess around in a character creator. Will play an open world game and never do a single main story mission and call it quits when he gets bored.

They've all 100% played a bunch of really weird and bad shovelware games or really cheap 3rd party titles because they were what Splinter could get for them. They all have 10 to 15 mobile idle games they'll rotate out bc they all need to be Stimulated at All Times. Yes they have played Mario Party and Killed Each Other over it but more importantly they have played Dokapon Kingdom and have started rivalries that have lasted several months over this game. They will hold grudges til they die over this game. They have never gotten to the end screen of this game and in all likelihood, never will.

Idk maybe my vibes are off tho lol but can you tell I've thought about this a lot to my own detriment

There's actually a point in the next book-I think it's in chapter 1 but I can't remember-where Galois mentions giving Raph one of Draxum's oversized keyboards when he has to do anything on the computer. (Draxum has large-print keyboards because he's Old) I think I've mentioned that the boys all have larger-than-normal phones because they only have the three fat fingers and that's just not gonna work with a standard iPhone. Raph I feel like is basically Strong from Fallout 4:

youtube

(bless him)

I'm reminded of when my sister would sit and watch my play Dream Life to 'learn', until I moved it into my own room. Really, their first console was probably 'whatever Splinter found in a dumpster and still worked', so unless it was something with connected controllers they were probably playing off whatever controllers he'd found as well, so it's entirely possible they legit just had the one controller for awhile. And yeah, they all crowd around to watch Raph play because that's annoying little sibling behavior.

Mikey would love games where the goal is to Make Something. He doesn't care about winning, only stepping back and looking at the finished product and going "nice." I do feel like he'd actually play the sims though-the twins use it as a building simulator, but he'd absolutely get into the lives and stories of his sims. He builds too, but he also gets into creating the sim. He plays Fallout 4 with the Sim Settlements mod and never finds Shaun because all he's doing is building shacks for farmers.

Oh, Leo is absolutely in it to win it. In any way, if it has a score he can use to compare to Donnie's he loves it. The sole exception to this is city builders, I can absolutely see him sinking days into Cities Skylines creating elaborate planned cities with complicated mass transit and beautiful walking spaces.

The other exception is if he can fuck around in a game and be chaotic. He plays Skyrim and installs the sex mods not because he's horny, but because he thinks going around in this incredibly inappropriately horny fantasy world is hysterical. He uses it more as a Medieval Life Simulator and if he completes a quest it's entirely by accident.

Donnie is absolutely the worst gamer and will learn literally everything there is about the game after playing it through once. He also probably mods his games, or even makes his own mods. Some of them to make everything look cooler or add quality of life and immersion stuff in, but he'll also do stuff like install the mod that replaces the Skyrim arrow noises with a man going "pew!"

Omg they absolutely played knock-off games as kids. They probably lied to Mikey about them being off-brand so he didn't feel bad about their situation, telling him that the title was a misprint and all the ads for the actual game were lying.

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shadesofgrace88 · 11 months

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I watched Elemental for a second time last Friday night. It was really neat to take in more of the details (background, music, character design, etc.) this time--while also still enjoying the movie. I really wanted to appreciate it on the big screen again and help the box office (even if it was a little). It was just as exciting and touching to watch as the first time.

[I kind of wish this was the title screen in the movie, but alas...]

Now, some further thoughts...

🎨THE ART🎨

I got the art book as soon as it was available, but made myself wait until I watched the movie to open it. I got it a month before the movie released. Legit left the plastic on, haha. The art in it is so mesmerizing. I do wish some of the behind-the-scenes 3D stuff had been added as well, or even a single layout from the movie. (hopefully some bonus features for the DVD!)

As much as I love and admire 2D art (which the art book is full of), I'm not sure if that alone would have displayed the emotions this movie needed and portrayed as deeply. I'm also pretty sure 3D has always been Pixar's thing anyways...Correct me if I'm wrong though!

But reading through the art book and learning about how they handled the process, how long they studied certain things for animating and creating this world was so fascinating. Finding ways for it to connect and work together made my art-loving heart so giddy. I remember coming across a Twitter post where one animator talked about how they managed to animate fire hugging by putting two matches together. Sounds simple, but it's so interesting and with the level of lively detail given to the fire characters, I imagine it was difficult to construct and render.

On the second watch, noticing when Ember lit up when happy was so cool. It wasn't just a smile or happiness of the eyes, but the entire character! I also found the stretch and squish of the characters to be really fun and cute. How the different elements reacted to their world was cool. Wade's hair! It's a wave that constantly moves! There's so much detail hidden in so many little things. The way they reflect onto one another. The glow from her fire. I love the outline to their characters. I think the art book referred to it like a membrane? It's more visually pleasing being kind of sketchy and not just a slab of bold lineart.

There are so many stunning panoramic scenes throughout the movie that showcase the brilliance of the world-building and characters. Such as the rainbow shot in the gif below. I honestly love the underwater scene so much. I found it more romantically alluring than even the Tangled boat scene.

💞THE ROMANCE💞

It's not just a slap-them-together-and-call-them-a-couple kind of romance, in my opinion. They have a plausible meet cute into not really "enemies," but they each have their reasons for the events that mesh them together. They have arguments. Like, realistic arguments...For a "kids movie." (I honestly hate that mindset so much because I prefer animation over live action stuff, but that's an entire essay, so moving on). The arguments aren't petty and stupid or miscommunication. They help each other to grow without being controlling or overbearing. And omigosh, THE CONFESSION! The date montage!

The romcom moments matched the evolution of a typical romcom beat sheet. (I'm writing a few myself so I've referred to it often). They have individuality as much as being a unified couple. Their relationship progresses fluidly along with the story. Low key kinda sad the gif below was just promotional, haha. She's like a gremlin teasing him 🤣

🎶THE MUSIC🎶

Gosh, the music. I get so excited with how well it matches the movie overall, and how well it crencendoes and grows quieter at just the perfect moments. There are so many scenes where it's just chef's kiss, but I don't want to spoil them, so...yeah. It's so whimsical. The Firish music is imagative and charming. Some of the musical bits reminded me of Spyro the Dragon, which is my favorite game series.

Thank you Thomas Newman for bringing Elemental alive with such a gorgeous score. And to Lauv--"Steal the Show" is such a bop.

✍️THE WRITING✍️

One critique I've seen a lot from people is how the story is unoriginal. To be honest, tropes exist for a reason. It's not the tropes that's the problem, it's how they're executed. And Elemental does it splendidly. Me personally being a hopeless romantic, I of course adore the romantic aspect of the film, but the relationship between Ember and her father is so vital to the story. It's practically why the story even kind of exists. Especially after watching it the second time and catching how many beat sheet moments align with her and her dad. When Ember said THAT near the end, I was crying even more, because...relatable.

As for the immigration part of the story, I can't speak much on it since I haven't had to experience that. It doesn't feel like my place to talk about, but from what I've read from others who can relate to that, they've mentioned it being well done. I hope this message of the story can find more audience, because as much as I enjoyed the trailers (that teaser was perfection--no plot spoilers, simple, cute, awesome introduction to the setting and characters), the official trailer and TV spots did not do justice to the heart of the story, in my opinion. I really kind of despise how much they advertised the "toot toot" joke when it could've involved more about the central theme of the movie. Like I said, Ember's relationship with her dad is so important.

Whoever marketed it as "Romeo & Juliet," I have a question...Why??? That play is a TRAGEDY. Just because "they can't be together" should not have meant they passed the advertising as a story similar to Romeo and Juliet. Wade and Ember are also more clever, lol. People are saying they haven't seen Elemental marketed, while others say it's been everywhere (signs, billboards, etc.). BUT, either way it was marketed poorly. The official trailer really should've delved more into the family and father/daughter dynamic more. For releasing Father's Day weekend, why was that not a decision during marketing???

By the way, it's not just Zootopia but with elements like I've seen people saying. This is an actual romcom, meaning the romance is actually crucial in it. I ship Nick and Judy, but it's not confirmed--let's wait for Zootopia 2 though, which announced back in January. Both films handle discrimination (and I love Zootopia), but where Zootopia has an actual villain, the "villain" of Elemental is the pressure Ember feels being an immigrant daughter and the opposites attract. External forces vs internal. Just because it's a modern city in both films, it really seemed like it had to be that way for Elemental. Like how the elements live among their world. The intro scene when the parents first arrive paint such a good image of the setting immediately.

I also feel like Wade and Ember are older characters. At least 20s, considering the passage of time mentioned and worrying about careers. Which is cool to me as an older audience member. I really want Elemental to survive and possibly maybe continue the story in some way, but after reading an article stating that a writer said there was going to be a baby at the end...Like, please don't. Let them live first, lol. As a couple. As Ember getting new experiences. Let her have her internship. What's Wade doing after they move? If they did a kid route, please do it as an epilogue or later short like Carl's Date. I just hate how society/movies/books are like "the couple has to have kids to prove their love" kind of thing. Bro, I think Wade has proved his love...

Anyways...

The casting was also terrific! Leah Lewis and Mamoudou Athie really did an awesome job bringing Ember and Wade to life. The emotion in so many scenes hits hard. Side characters were done really well too. I know some people wanted air and earth to be shown more, but maybe they could be more in the future? In the art book, the reason water founded Element City was because it was assumed the most opposite to fire.

I've read that people will just wait until it's on Disney+ because of fast releases anyways. Cheaper too, I guess. But Elemental really deserves to be enjoyed at the theaters with good sound quality and epic graphics. As much as I can't wait to own this movie to re-watch at home whenever I want, I'd gladly wait an extra few months to let Elemental shine in theaters to try to make it's money back and more.

Again, I'm begging people to give Elemental a try. It touches on so much more than romance, even though it did an amazing job as an official animated romcom. Family is a subject that is just as important to the core of the film. It's fun, funny, and artistically and musically awesome.

Thank you to Peter Sohn for pitching Elemental. For getting this story told and made. Thank you to each and every Pixar crew member who helped bring this world alive. I appreciate your time and effort put into this movie so so so much. You deserve so many awards and love for this project 🩷

PS, hubby found the classic Pixar "A113." Did you spot it?

#elemental #pixar elemental #pixar #elemental 2023 #elemental review #movie review #disney #disney pixar

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This is Malmo, he named himself off his favorite song, these are his outside and inside clothes

He is ravager and did have connections with Ramattra, they soon lost contact after ramattra left the monastery. When he gained consciousness, he was found by my other oc, drag but this ain’t about so boom. He has a huge crush on Luna and goes to see her when ever he can. Here’s some other drawings

I LEGIT LOVE MALMO HE'S SO COOL😭💖💖💖 I love seeing more ravager ocs (and like... I wish we got more info on them since the Shambali seemd like a safe place for all omnics and Ramattra couldn't be the ONLY one) Legit the last three images are so fucking funny and his crush on Luna is really cute... Wishing the best for him and hope he holds hands with Luna more often soon 😭😭😭

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It’s been 3 years since the last update and I apologize for that. 3 years in which much life happened. I lost my passion for writing and HP, but have gained a little bit again. So, without further ado, here it is.

Chapter Three: The Interview Warnings: language

Word count: 4,5k

The mirror reflected the image of a very tired young woman.

You washed your face with cold water, a failed attempt to get rid of the tiredness. A cold shower would certainly be more effective, though, and so you started to undress.

It was Wednesday afternoon, but you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. You had stayed up late studying the material and preparing your stuff. You didn’t regret it per se, but you reckoned you had made better decisions in the past. Now there were just a few hours left before the interview and you were already feeling sleepy.

Jessie hadn’t been a good influence on you, either. She had texted you almost the entire time, asking questions about it and practically begging you to promise you would share everything with her. Mrs. Lennox had asked you not to, though, so you had to let Jessie down and say no.

You got out of the shower feeling a little refreshed. Maybe you could also brew some coffee before leaving, just to make sure you would be able to maintain your performance standard.

Once you got dressed, you sat down by your desk and decided to go through your material one more time, but before you could even turn on your laptop, you heard a ding from your phone.

- Coffee break? Xx

It was Jessie. You looked at the time and figured you could use a friendly ear to listen to your concerns before the job.

- Sure. Joey’s?

- Can’t it be here? I’m not sure if I want to get out of the building.

- And I’m not sure if I want Mrs. Lennox to see me.

- LOL OKAY

Truly, you weren’t sure if she would see a problem with you out and about just before the interview. It was better not to risk it. Jessie could leave work for half an hour with no issues and that was certain.

Joey’s was your favorite coffee shop in town. You knew all the staff (one high school senior and one college student, both girls), but you had never met Joey, their father. It was a small shop, with few tables and not many clients, but it was cozy, lovely and family-owned, which meant everything tasted like it had been prepared by your mom, if that made sense. It was very different from the franchise coffee shop in the business building, where everything was overpriced. Sam was cool, though.

You met with Jessie and soon she started begging you again to tell her about the job. Once again, you said no.

“I won’t tell anyone, Y/N,” she pouted.

“I know… But you know how Mrs. Lennox is. If she finds out I told anyone, I’ll be doomed.”

Jessie sighed. “Okay. I give up.”

“I need some reassurance, though. How do I look?”

“Oh my God, it is Tom Hardy, isn’t it?”

“Jessie, for the love of God, forget Tom Hardy. It’s not him.”

“I can’t think of anyone else I would be worried about my looks for.”

“Well-I- It’s not- I’m not worried about my looks. I just asked how I look.”

Jessie raised an eyebrow at you. “You look beautiful, Y/N. You are beautiful, you know it. Your hair looks extra cute today, though. What’d you do?”

“Hate on it.”

“Sounds legit,” she raised her cup of coffee to take a sip, but stopped mid-air, her eyes going wide.

“What?” you frowned, looking behind you. There was nothing there.

“It’s Sirius…”

You looked back at her.

“…isn’t it?” she looked intensely at you.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times before trying to change the subject.

“Oh my God, it’s Sirius Black you’re interviewing tonight,” Jessie said excitedly and you quickly shushed her. “That’s why you couldn’t sleep and that’s why you’re so worried about your hair and that is why Mrs. Lennox wants discretion.”

“Okay, first of all, I could’ve gone to bed early if I wanted to. Second of all, I’m not worried about my hair. But, yes, you’re right about the last one.”

“Ohhh, this is so exciting! You haven’t seen each other in years, have you? What is it for? Can’t be January, it’s too- Oh! Valentine’s Day! Y/N… this is major!”

You let her freak out for a little bit before interrupting. “Congratulations, you’ve figured it all out. Now, please, be quiet and don’t tell anyone.”

Jessie pretended to lock her lips and throw out the key. “But tell me, how are you feeling?”

“Honestly? A little nervous.”

“You should be! He’s so fucking hot. Who even is Tom Hardy?”

“Thanks.”

“Sorry. I’ll be more serious now,” she sat straighter. “I know we never really talked about… him. You don’t like to do so and I respect it. I’ll be all ears right now if you want to vent, though. And then if you don’t ever want to talk about it again, I’ll never bring it up.”

You melted a little bit with Jessie’s small speech and reached for her hand, squeezing it slightly.

“Thank you. I do want to vent. I was planning to without revealing too much, but I don’t even know how it would’ve worked out.”

“I’ll pretend I can’t speak English now. Say whatever you want.”

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, realizing your chest had been tight all day.

“The location… is what is making me specially nervous. It’s a house. A small house he bought way back. Today he uses it as a personal studio, but it actually… was our home.”

Jessie seemed legitimately surprised, but, as promised, she did not interrupt.

“He used to live in a friend’s house when we were in high school. It’s very public that he has no contact with his family, I’m sure you know. Anyway, when we graduated, we had already been together for about two years, and since he wanted to move out of this friend’s house, we decided to move in together. I went to college and got a minimum-wage job, while he kept working on his music, so the rent we could afford was a very small apartment. Things were a little tough money-wise in the beginning, but then he met a manager. He didn’t get signed right away, it actually took a while, but he was making more money with shows and soon we could afford to get out of that small apartment and upgrade to a small house,” you chuckled. “Still rented, but it was all ours and he could make as much noise as he wanted with no neighbors complaining. It was like that until he got signed. That’s when everything changed. He released a full album, his first, and money started coming in faster. He went on his first tour and more money came. Not long after, he released a second album. By this time, I graduated and got a better job. Then, after his second tour, he bought the house. That small house we had been renting for three years. I remember going crazy on him after he told me the ‘surprise’. I said we should’ve been saving money for a bigger one that both of us would pay for. He told me not to worry and that he didn’t want a bigger one. He said he didn’t want us to change lifestyles that quick because he didn’t want to ‘get used to it’. He genuinely thought he wouldn’t go far. I thought it was stupid at the time, but… I actually loved that house. And hey, it was his money.”

You stopped and bit your lower lip.

Jessie was still watching you, listening to you, and didn’t say a word.

“The rest is history, I guess. He exploded with his third album, when he changed his style a bit, and then we broke up.” You downed your second espresso and waited for Jessie to process everything.

She took a few seconds before breaking her silence. “Do you… um… mind if I ask why you two broke up?”

“Conflicting schedules. He got too busy.”

Now, that wasn’t exactly a lie, but it also wasn’t the entire truth. Jessie would probably guess, though, because she was part of the press too and she knew that was the number one excuse for a break up that celebrities used when they didn’t want to go into details.

“I see…” she nodded.

“So yeah, I’ll be stepping in that house for the first time in seven years. I don’t know what to expect, but I feel I won’t be too happy. It’s probably so different…”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine. You’re one of the best journalists I’ve ever met and I know you’ll interview the hell out of him.”

You allowed yourself to laugh a little, despite the nervousness. “Thank you, Jessie.”

“You’re welcome, babe,” she squeezed your hand. “Well, I gotta go back to work. Good luck out there and text me if you need me.”

“I will. Thanks again.”

And with that, she left you alone with your racing thoughts.

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You had a little trouble finding your old house, but that was the first time you drove there, you could be forgiven.

You parked your car across the street, knowing better than to draw attention to the small, discrete house. Before getting out though, you looked at it. The living room lights were on, but the porch lights were off, unlike the other houses around it. If he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, he should’ve turned them on.

The street was deserted, as it always was in the winter. You crossed it remembering how the kids liked to run around and ride their bikes in the summer. It was a happy neighborhood. You wondered if Mrs. Benson was at home. She used to bake the best cookies.

Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you knocked on the door and waited. The small garden under the living room window looked just the same, with the exception of a few extra flowers you didn’t remember being there last time. Despite a thin layer of snow covering virtually everything, you could see that the front yard was neat and the grass well kept. The little stone path gave you a very warming and nostalgic feeling. You had picked those stones, you had planted some of those flowers, you had mowed that grass many times. It was like going back in time, when things always worked out the way you planned them. Maybe the backyard still looked the same too, maybe the small wooden table you also had picked was still there. Wouldn’t be out of place to ask to look, would it?

No. You shook your head, trying to get rid of that thought. You were working. This was a job.

A rustling sound came from the other side of the door and you heard two locks clicking. Still two locks.

The door was opened, and a pair of grey eyes met yours.

His wavy black locks reached his neck and covered his forehead – it was the longest his hair had ever been. There were dark circles under his piercing eyes, but you knew that was usual. They had always been there, specially before he left his parents’ house. The black sweater and black trousers meant he had been there for some time now, you guessed. You didn’t think it was the outfit for a photoshoot.

Of course the only reason why you were paying attention to those details was the article. Descriptions were taken very seriously by you as it gave the reader a sense of proximity to the subject. Your eyes trailed his figure for that purpose, only. If it made you feel anything was another story…

Maybe a second or two passed before another sound was made, but it felt much longer than that.

“Y/N,” your name rolled out of his tongue like it was difficult to pronounce, although his voice tone was steady.

“Hello, Sirius. I’m here for your interview. I represent SL Magazine,” you explained in your business, emotionless and yet polite voice. The one you used for every job.

“I know,” he looked down for a brief moment and then looked back up. “Come in.”

Leaving the door open behind him, Sirius went inside. You followed, not forgetting to lock it.

He went straight to the kitchen, and so you stayed in the living room, eyeing everything in your range. To say you were surprised was an understatement. The house looked exactly the same inside too. All the furniture and decoration were the same, again with the exception of a few different guitars you didn’t recognize laying around or hung on the walls.

“Can I get you anything?” you heard from the kitchen. “I’ve got coke, beer, redbull… But also tea, water, you know.”

“Water is fine,” you replied.

“Are you sure? There’s peppermint tea.”

You bit your lower lip. It wasn’t a big deal, why say no?

“Peppermint tea sounds great.”

A few seconds later he was back with a warm cup of tea in hands.

“No milk, no honey. Just sugar,” he said, offering it to you.

“Thank you,” you took it, feeling a little suspicious. He was too quick. A small voice in the back of your head said he had it waiting for you. You could appreciate it, though. It was no big deal.

“So… How have you been?” he asked. His voice tone wasn’t as steady as before. You could pick up the smallest of trembles in it. Your ears were basically trained for details like that and you wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

“I should be the one asking you that,” you smiled minimally. “But I’m fine. It’s been a good couple of years.”

“Yeah, I’ve read some of your stuff. It’s pretty good.”

“Thanks.”

You took a sip of the tea, feeling a little out of place. Not that surprisingly, it was perfect, exactly the way you drank it at home. It wasn’t surprising that he still remembered because you had spent nearly eight years together, after all.

There was a small pause, though, and you quickly decided to speak before it turned into an awkward silence.

“And how have you been?”

“Good… good,” he nodded slowly as he spoke. “Can’t complain, can I?”

“You tell me. But not now. I’d like to set up my equipment first,” you let out a quiet chuckle.

Sirius looked slightly disappointed. “Oh yeah, this is an interview.”

“Where do you want me to stay?” you looked around.

“The couch is fine,” he pointed at it and you started to walk towards it. “You don’t mind if I drink during this, do you?”

“Not at all,” you wore the business voice again.

“Y/N…” he called and you turned around, “do you?”

You glanced at him for a few seconds and sighed. You were trying to be professional and treat him like you would treat any other interviewee, but he was making it very hard. “I’d rather not have you drink alcohol while I do my job, but this is supposed to be comfortable for you.”

“Got it,” he went back in the kitchen and you sat down, placing the mug on the coffee table. You opened your bag and took out your phone, tablet, notepad and pen.

Sirius came back with a can of coke and sat down, maintaining a certain distance so each of you were at one end of the couch. You mentally thanked him for the space and took another sip of the tea before starting.

“As you know, I will be recording this for future reference,” you showed him your phone. “And also taking a few notes and looking at my tablet where I have my… sort of script. You know, the standard thing.”

“Yes,” he rested his cheek on his fist.

“Let’s get this started, then.”

You turned on the voice recorder and placed your phone on the coffee table alongside your cup of tea. The tablet, with the script displayed on the screen, was on your lap and the notepad laying on the couch’s arm next to you. The fireplace sent a lovely warmth towards you. You had to admit this was a very nice setting for an interview. It was… home.

“So, Sirius, very recently, more precisely a month ago, right before your 30th birthday, you were declared artist of the decade by SL Magazine. How do you feel about that? Does it change anything for you, personally?”

Sirius sighed. There was something about your voice tone that he didn’t quite like. You sounded too distant. “I feel good. It’s good. People care about my music and that’s something I don’t want to take for granted. But I’m not sure if it changes anything personally.”

“What do you mean?”

“In all honesty, this is great for my career. Really great. But as far as my personal life goes, it’s almost non-existent.”

“Non-existent? What about friends?”

“Friends,” he repeated. “My friends have got their own lives and it’s been so long since I last saw them, I don’t know if they still consider me a friend.”

Sirius was looking at the coffee table, not at you, and he seemed to be wandering in his own mind. You guessed he was talking about James, Remus and Lily, but you didn’t want to go there.

“They probably do. They understand you have a busy life,” you reasoned. “But that isn’t what I meant, anyway. When I say personally, I mean your self-image. How do you feel about yourself now?”

“Hm…” he opened the can of coke and took a long sip before letting out a refreshed ‘ahh’ and licking his lips. “I don’t know. Like I said, it doesn’t really change anything.”

“Right. Okay,” you nodded. “And what about girls?”

Sirius looked at you. “What about them?”

“You do have fun, don’t you?”

“I… guess?” he frowned. “Are you sure you want to talk about that?”

“I’m just saying… You’re a very successful artist. There must be girls all around. Also, you have written quite a few songs about this matter.”

“Well… yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I guess there are.”

“Were those songs based off your own experiences?”

Sirius couldn’t grasp that you weren’t feeling weird talking about this with him. Because he was. Very much. However, you still sounded distant, too professional and emotionless. It was a tad bit disappointing.

“Honestly? Yes. Every single one of them,” he decided to just be real. “I know there are artists who write concept albums, but that’s not really my thing. I mostly write about myself and real events. Sometimes less serious stuff. So yeah, they were.”

“Would you say there is a muse behind them? Or are there multiple girls?”

“A muse? Nah,” he shook his head. “I’m my own muse.”

“Right,” you hid a smirk. “You draw inspiration from yourself.”

“Exactly.”

“Who’s the most important person in your life, Sirius?”

Now that caught him off-guard.

You had your pen between your fingers, swinging it while you waited for his answer. The seconds went by and Sirius had his eyes on the black screen of the turned off TV.

“…myself,” he mumbled.

“Yourself,” you repeated, not surprised, but not showing it.

“That’s quite pathetic, isn’t it?” he took another long sip of his can.

“It’s not my place to say.”

“But you thought.”

“I’m not here to judge you.”

“Yeah, you’re just here to publish information so the public can judge me.”

“I’m here to gather information about you and give it to the people who you inspire, the people who call themselves your fans.”

“That’s a very nice way to describe a tabloid. Good job.”

“Right,” you took a deep breath. “I work for SL, not a tabloid, Sirius. Are you gonna let me do my job?”

“I… Okay… Sorry,” he ran his hand through his hair. “It’s just this tone you’re using.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“You’re being so… robotic. You sound just like them.”

“Them?”

“The press.”

“Sirius,” you called and he looked at you. “I am the press.”

“I know. But I thought…”

“What?”

“I thought it would be different.”

You stared at him, speechless. Was he that entitled? Or just delusional? You grabbed your phone and paused the recording before speaking again.

“Why would it be different? I’m working, Sirius. This is my job. What did you think was gonna happen? You would open the door and I would hug you and tell you how I’ve missed you and how I’m just so happy to see you?”

“No,” he eyed you intensely. “I just thought it would be more natural. None of that whole fake admiration bullshit.”

“Fake admiration?”

“Yeah, you know. You guys massage our egos and say that you loved our song, movie, whatever, but behind all those compliments and wide smiles there’s heavy criticism. In the end, you hate us and write a passive-aggressive article about how big assholes we are and make money out of it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I hadn’t realized how mean the media is to you. It’s not like you’re the artist of the decade or anything.”

“Artist of the decade, ha! Yeah, thanks for that. I’m all fucked up with no friends or family, but hey! I’m the artist of the fucking decade!”

“You chose this! You wanted this! You were the one who said to my face that you didn’t have time for shit like that. You started seeing our friends less and less, but bent backwards to make time for more interviews, photoshoots or any kind of promo.”

“That’s what you wanted from me!”

“What?!”

“I don’t mean you, you. I mean you, the press. You were everywhere! I mean, they. They were everywhere. They milked everything they could. Ricky said I had to-”

“Don’t you dare bring Ricky up.”

“Y/N-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Not another word of this. I came here to work. I came here to interview you. And that’s what I’m going to do. I will not discuss the past. So, please, let’s pretend we don’t know each other and just… work.”

“You want to pretend we don’t know each other? Fine. You might as well delete that recording because in this case the answers are gonna be a lot different.”

You gaped at him. “You are unbelievable. I don’t know why I agreed to do this.”

He looked at you. “Yeah, why did you agree to do this?”

“I just said I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“I guess… I guess I thought it would be different.”

“Oh my God,” he laughed humorlessly. “What do you want from me?!”

“I want you to be you! Just be you for once. Let go of this rockstar persona and be you.”

Sirius looked at you and you felt like you had hit just the right spot. It was right there, in his eyes. The guilt. The shame.

The air was suddenly thick, and so you let a few seconds pass. You let him breathe for a bit before carrying on.

“Tell me about one of your songs,” you said softly as you turned the recorder back on. “Love Falls. What is it about? Why did you write it?”

“Because…” he said in the same tone, “because I had to get it out.”

“Get what out?”

“The burden,” he gulped, looking down. “I don’t know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m constantly drowning and the only breath of fresh air is when I’m here. In this house.”

“Why?” you whispered.

“Because… it’s the last place where I was happy. It’s why I’ve kept it the same way. Every little thing in here has a good memory behind it. Even this couch. We would all sit here and watch a movie together, remember? The six of us. Then seven. Then six again. Then two. And now one.”

Sirius took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands. You blinked a few times and realized your eyes had gotten watery. Not enough to cry, though. No, you weren’t going to.

You looked down at your phone and realized this was getting too deep, too personal. It wasn’t right to record this. You stopped it again and threw the phone inside your bag, closing the zipper.

“Um…” you cleared your throat. “In the lyrics, you say you’ll never forget the day you died. When was the day you died, Sirius?”

Slowly, he looked up at you. “I think you know.”

You shook your head. “I don’t.”

“You do, Y/N.”

“Was it when Peter tried to sue you?” you frowned. You remembered it took a toll on him, but you didn’t think it was to that point. “When he falsely accused you of stealing his music?”

“No. It was the day you left me.”

You did not say a word.

Sirius stood up and chugged down the whole can, then threw it across the room. “That was when I truly stopped being me.”

“You had stopped being you long before I left, Sirius.”

He turned around and stared at you.

“You don’t remember the things you used to say?” you questioned. “You don’t remember the times when you implied you’d always be bigger than me? I was going to be ‘just’ a journalist, but you? You were going to be a big star.”

“I said that?” his voice barely came out. Sirius looked genuinely shocked and heartbroken, his lips slightly parted and a small frown between his eyebrows.

You nodded. “I guess you don’t remember because you were drunk.”

It was Sirius’ time to stay quiet, and you took that chance to say the things you wanted.

“So don’t you dare play the sad victim here. Like I abandoned you or something. You hurt me. Several times. You went from the sweet, funny boy who played guitar for me in recess to the selfish, arrogant guy who wouldn’t even remember my birthday.”

“I… I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You watched as his eyes shifted and suddenly became sorrowful. It was like he had taken his contacts off and you could finally look into his true self. At that moment, he didn’t look like the Artist of the Decade or Sirius Black, the rockstar. He looked like a sad young man who felt lonely and empty.

The pen between your fingers wasn’t moving anymore. The atmosphere of that house was cold now, despite the fireplace in front of you.

“Listen”, you started. “I need to make this interview work. This is very important for me. For my career. Let’s… let’s stick to the music. We don’t have to talk about the past. We shouldn’t. I won’t write an article about it. That would be way too personal. Not only for me, but for you too.”

“I don’t really care. I trust you.”

You swallowed tightly. “Then let’s do this. Please.”

The two of you kept staring at each other for a few seconds before you grabbed your tablet and went through the points of discussion. There was still a lot to talk about. Mostly his music, of course, which was the subject you had barely touched on.

I trust that you won’t leave out any details pertinent to the writing of this article.

Sorry, Mrs. Lennox.

Sirius sat down next to you again, a little closer this time, and you started over.

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