#three minute thesis

[loving-jack-kelly]

superhero au where Davey has been a hero his entire life, recruited as a child, is looked up to and honored and admired by so many people, a shining example of what it means to be a good metahuman, somebody who uses their powers to help and uphold the morals and standards that everyone knows are best. he's been doing this for so long, his whole life, and everyone expects him to be perfect. he's merciful when he needs to be but knows that justice comes with a price. he's well-spoken and respectful, he knows how to talk to a crowd, he's the kind of hero that kids have posters of and people swoon over. he sits up straight for interviews and talks about the moral obligation those with powers have to protect those without, how choosing to do anything else with those powers is a waste of positive potential and only contributes to the problems that he's working so diligently to face.

and maybe he believes it for a time. for a long time. he believes it because it's all he's ever known, all he's ever been allowed to know. he's a role model, a hero, somebody for people like his kid brother to look up to. all of those things are good, aren't they?

but he knows there's more out there. and maybe he wants to give that more a try. maybe, after a long month of neverending fights, when he's bruised and sore and still nothing is fixed, nothing is better, maybe he has a moment of rebellion that he never allowed himself to have as a kid. maybe he puts on a new disguise, one that nobody will recognize, and he slips away into the city to live his own life, just for a night, not the life that somebody else decided he should have when he was a kid.

and the thing is. there's a whole world out here that nobody has ever thought to tell him about. a world of people who are rich and colorful and bright and full, who have lives on the streets of the city so unlike the sanitary, solitary existence he's believed in for himself for so long. he slips into the city and before he knows it, somebody who melts into the shadows like he's one of them and leaves streaks of light across building faces as easily as spray paint is grabbing his hand and telling him to, run, goddamnit, you led them right to me!

and this boy, this shining boy who's barely older than davey but knows the ins and outs of this city better than anybody davey has ever met, is laughing. davey is learning that he knows nothing about being on his own, nothing about how to sneak away, nothing about any of this, even the things he's supposed to be good at. he was followed from home by people who want to make sure he's never anything less than perfect, but this boy pulls him by the hand into an alley and surrounds them in shadow so dense davey hears rather than sees their pursuers run past, and then he's laughing.

and this boy, this shadowy, shining boy, pulls sparks from the air to leave his mark on every street corner they pass. he presses light into crevices in the sidewalk, gives warmth to the people they pass who have no home to return to, flashes a smile so bright that a shopkeeper doesn't notice when a little kid with holes in his shoes steals something to eat right in front of them. he's everything davey is supposed to warn against, somebody powerful, somebody strong, who doesn't use their powers for good the way davey has been taught is the only way to be good. but this boy, who names himself jack, is doing more good in one night than davey feels that he's done in the last year. these people recognize jack, they thank him for something he did yesterday and he laughs it off as nothing, nothing, just doing what needs to be done. he pulls a blanket made out of shadow from thin air and wraps it around the shoulders of a woman shivering in the night's breeze. from a block away, he throws up a wall of shadow that lets a woman disappear around a corner without the man following a few paces behind to see where she went.

and davey is in awe. and davey is realizing for the first time in his life that there is so much more to life and so much more to being a hero than he thought there was.

and jack, who's smarter than he tries to seem, has noticed right away how davey moves faster than he should and reacts before he should have noticed, has noticed the hidden strength that doesn't seem possible with the way his body is built, and he says, you don't have to hide it, you know, you should meet my friends.

and for the first time, davey meets people like him who are allowed to just be people. people with powers who use them for fun, a boy who can fly using it to steal his brother's hat and stick himself to the ceiling so he can't get it back, a boy who can read minds playing cards and pretending not to cheat, a boy who can see through walls teasing his friends by shouting out what embarrassing thing they have hidden under their pillow. not heroes, these kids, at least not according to what davey has been taught a hero should be. they're not neat and coiffed and carefully maintained, not scripted and stiff and poised. and he loves it. and he wishes that he'd been allowed to have this. and he wishes he could be a part of this.

and when jack starts talking and they start listening, davey hears a whole different kind of hero. the kind that jack is, the shining boy who doesn't care about the grand, posturing battles taking place miles above the city but cares so much about a kid going hungry that he can bring himself to tears. the kind of hero who isn't a role model because he never curses and is never anything but polite and never questions let alone breaks the rules, but is a role model because he isn't scared to get dirty, isn't scared to throw a punch against somebody dressed up and nice and neat and respectable and kind when he sees through that show, isn't scared to be seen as a bad guy by some people when he knows he's doing the right thing. and all of these kids are like that, davey notices.

when he leaves that night, with a shard of crystalized light he has to wrap in three pairs of socks to hide in his dresser drawer, he starts paying attention. starts noticing the way that the fights he gets thrown into don't change anything because that's the point, they're not supposed to. he's a hero because the status quo says the good guys are the ones who listen to the rules, even when the rules are hurting more people than they're helping. he's a hero because when he was little and not in control of his powers, promising to be good and sit still and not show off was the way to get people to leave him alone, he's a hero because somebody saw that he was so eager to please and so eager to be good that he could force himself to never think about anything as long as he was making people happy and keeping his family safe. and that tiny seed of rebellion that made him steal a night in the city grows bigger and bigger and bigger until it's driving him crazy, making him restless and reckless and stupid. until he's asking his sister, what if things were different and I didn't need to be this way? what if things were different and everyone understood that there's nothing special about me? and he's noticing the way she catches her breath and the way she's lying when she says, but this is the way it has to be, this is the way we need it to be, this is the way that it's safe. and it breaks his heart to realize that, however heroic everyone else seems to think he is, his family doesn't trust him, not really. because he never breaks the rules, and if he never breaks the rules, that means he won't tolerate them breaking the rules, either.

when he's on duty at night, he watches the streaks of light that appear from the shadows, burning messages that nobody but the person who created them can erase into the face of the city. he starts to notice how many people have gifts from shadowy, shining jack, and he starts to notice what the other kids he met are up to, too, the people they help and the difference they make. and that seed of rebellion grows and grows and grows until even the people who think he's a perfect, controlled, impenetrable example of their goodness start to notice. until sarah confesses to him, late at night and whispering so low he almost can't hear her, that she's been sneaking into the city at night, that les has been sneaking into the city at night, that they both thought davey would hate them for it. and when davey pulls that shining shard of light out of his sock drawer, sarah laughs just as quietly and says, it's like cinderella in reverse.

and on the day that perfect and poised, stiff and scripted, excellent example of heroism davey jacobs finally lets that seed of rebellion burst into something more, for the first time, he actually feels like a hero. not like an actor playing a part. and when shining jack kelly takes his hand this time and draws him into a shadow so deep he can almost taste it while letting dangerous pursuit run past, this time he doesn't say, run, you led them right to me. he says, I knew there was something weird about you. he says, do you want to help me change the world?

and for the first time since he was very young and very naive, davey actually believes it when he says, yes, I'm here to change the world.

#now if i could get the inspiration flowing for my thesis the way I just wrote this in forty minutes. that would rule #lol #newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #sarah jacobs #i really love superhero aus where the heroes have a system and the system is flawed. btw. #if you couldn't tell <3 #also i love giving jack light-based powers bc I love light based powers and I love jack <3 #javid #javey #anyway. if i am online again tonight and cannot truthfully say #i have written at least three more pages of my thesis #shoot me. cut me off. kill the internet

[trans-axolotl]

my life has been so much richer and full of meaning since I was introduced to mad liberation +the psych survivor movement and i am so so so grateful for the people who shared their time and energy and stories with me. can't imagine where i would be today without the people who helped me start dreaming of different ways of living + loving + caring for each other.

#personal #crazy to me that it was almost three years ago now that i like. first heard about psych incarceration and went Huh. huh. things make sense #antipsychiatry #mad liberation #mad pride #i love my psych survivor friends and loved ones so much #watching one of my best friends who's also a psych survivor get up in front of a room full of professionals and defend her thesis on #carceral structures of psychiatry settler colonialism and her proposal for Indigenous community care for suicidality #and im just so so proud of her and value her wisdom and insight and friendship so much #and knowing where she's come from and where she has lived to now #it has been such a comfort to be able to talk about instituionlization with someone else who has survived it #and only live like two minutes away from her #i

[theclassclone]

BEHOLD

(Stay tuned for the return of Cinnamon J Scudworth on Tuesday and a better view of those test tube babies there at the bottom, no I will not be listing who i meticulously picked for trunk or treat).

#clone high #clone high cosplay #clone high costume #cinnamon j scudworth #cinnamon j scudworth cosplay #clone high cinnamon j scudworth cosplay #clone high cinnamon j scudworth costume #cinnamon j scudworth costume #Did i mention i made this BY HAND IN THREE DAYS FOR TRUNK OR THREAT BECAUSE MY SISTER DEMANDED IT SO #last minute she demanded my trunk match my Scudworth LIKE MADAM YOU UNDERSTAND I DIDN'T DO THAT BECAUSE IVE BEEN WRITING A THESIS??? #but i did it for her and let me tell you cloney island is a permanent display in my room now #had i had more time it'd all look better but THREE DAYS!!?!??!!!! #(peep the hippie flatbed truck next to my science ass and i love that for them! unplanned! but really funny!) #(new headcanon that Scudworth drives a mustang solely based on the fact that I drive a mustang tho anyway)

[identitty-dickruption]

guess who actually now has a full thesis plan + reading list

#a whopping two hours before I have to give my three minute summary presentation #I have an idea! a research design even! whoop whoop #griffin does his thesis

[skylilac]

hi guys!!! i hate writing essays!!!!

#i have written like. three proper essays since fourth grade. #and im SO thankful for that most of the time btw but rn i have like no experience and im totally clueless and i need a fucking thesis #it so doesnt help that my research topic is rlly upsetting like i love it i chose it but MANN #i research for like two minutes and i come across a bad statistic and i have to stop for ten minutes to process and recover #this is gonna be my entire weekend!!!!!!! #avery rambles

[sepulchritude]

Don’t know why I ever bother having thoughts like “what if I lose interest in writing this fic” when I only have to think about my plans for it for approximately 0.2 seconds before I succumb fully to the brainworms

#i sit still for one minute and am immediately like #here are three ways to make that future emotional scene hit harder. reasons why this side ship works (alphabetical order) #written thesis about the theme of Otheredness throughout the fic (with citations). what if kaito is taking a queer theory class #i wrote this post and saved it to my drafts like a month and a half ago #since then i have published a 10k word oneshot about the side throuple #and kaito has used his newfound knowledge of intro queer theory to spark three (3) separate identity crises #four if you count shuichi as having two crises at once #all according to keikaku #sepulchritudinous

[kkrazy256]

remedy borday tomorrow what the fuck

#f u c k #I’m in shambles over this thesis proposal so we might just get a three minute doodle

[thetriangletattoo]

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#i just walked under the sun for fifteen minutes to go print the thesis graphics #only to walk another fifteen minutes to go back home and find out i made three incredibly stupid mistakes and I'll have to go back there #I'll go tomorrow when there no public transport strike <3

[nateslehky]

your maroon fic for the scene writing ask!

ooh thank you!!

this one was honestly less a scene and more of a general feeling i wanted to write? it's obviously inspired by the song maroon bc i was (and still am) just obsessed with it's imagery and the way taylor was able to tell such an interesting story so beautifully and concisely and with such a cool theme.

the burgundy on your tshirt/ when you splashed your wine into me/and how the blood rushed into your cheeks

these lyrics felt so visceral to me so i always knew i wanted a scene where they spill wine on each other. the very first time i listened to the song 'blood rushed into your cheeks' reminded me of cale, of course, haha.

the change in the prechorus from i chose you to i lost you to is such a simply but powerful way to describe being with some one and loving it and then losing it. i loved how intentional 'i chose you' feels. like this relationship wasn't stumbled into, it was a choice, a desire. and then on the flip side 'i lost you' feels the exact opposite. you never intentionally lose something, it's always out of your control. i loved how changing that one word conveyed so much. i wanted that just general feeling to be present in the fic.

And I chose you (i lost you) The one I was dancin' with In New York, no shoes

obviously the 'dancin' in new york' was something i wanted to include too, although i twisted it to be in a club rather than at home (which is how i interpret the og song).

this is just a longwinded way of saying i just wanted to generally capture the essence of the song in fic form, even though i definitely didn't follow it exactly. and think there's a lot of ways to interpret the song. my interpretation for the sake of this fic was this idea of finally getting together with someone you've wanted for a long time and it being a whirlwind and feeling great in the moment and then fucking it up and reminiscing on it and wondering how you could fix it.

in my opinion, in the context of the song i don't think the couple got back together but i probably will always write happy endings lol. i also don't necessarily think it was a whirlwind romance like how i (tried to write) wrote it. taylor wrote a certain level of comfort/longevity into the relationship that i didn't include in my fic. i don't even know if it was a healthy romance (see again: lots of different ways to interpret the song). tbh i think i could write another fic inspired by the song and it could be entirely different, lol.

fwiw, this was my original tweet about it and the idea definitely changed from that:

send me a fic title to find out what was THE SCENE i wrote the entire fic around

#sorry again this was long #CLEARLY i could write a whole ass master thesis on this one song #i'm really proud of that fic but if i was a better writer i think it could be better lol #i still think taylor's three minute song has more depth than my 12k fic hahahahah #thank you bre!! #answered #sorry it was so long lol #asks #fallinallincurls

[prettyboywhump]

fucking insane how my english teacher expects us to write a full length mla style essay with multiple cited sources for our exam, despite the fact that this year we’ve only done two essays at the beginning of the year with only one source and that’s literally all the writing we’ve done. even more insane how she’s confused as to how we don’t understand what to do

#like she’s a nice person but #not a good teacher #she waits until the very last second to put in grades #like last quarter she wasn’t able to finish grading everything on time bc she waited so long and gave us so many assignments #which is also hypocritical because get this !! she doesn’t accept late work !!! #what the actual fuck #this essay is supposed to help prepare us for ap english classes next year #which guess what! i’m not taking an ap english class!! so this is pointless to me!! #literally everyone is confused about the prompt #it literally says ‘come up with a common theme between the three sources and use evidence to defend your thesis’ #but then in class she says we have to have an opinion to defend?? despite the prompt she gave us never mentioning defending an opinion???? #i stg #again she’s a really nice lady but. i fucking hate her teaching style. #it’s not helpful since we spend so much class time on things like writing journals and talking about our lives and shit. #which i’d be fine with if our classes weren’t 45 minutes each. #also the writing journal prompts are so hard to answer. i straight up don’t do them anymore bc i don’t know what to put. #also also whenever she gives us time to work quietly on whatever she tells us to #she ALWAYS starts talking about unrelated things like what the plan is for the week or something that happened in her personal life #which distracts me from my task and i end up not finishing it #i’m sorry i didn’t mean to go off #i’m just glad that tomorrow is our last day of class and then exams are next week and then i’m DONE for the summer #only now i have less free time since my mom made me get a job that causes me physical pain :))))) #which means having to take more time sitting and doing nothing while the pain goes away :)))))) only to do it all over again :))))))))))) #on top of swim practice i don’t think i’ll survive #but tbh i’d pick swim over work any day #at least that’s actually beneficial to me #kay speaks

[banger-quotes]

Science doesn't have to be beautiful, it has to be effective.

#By Emily Johnston from 2014 Three Minute Thesis winning presentation #quote #quotes #Science #Beauty #love

[malpractice-morale]

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#my stress tolerance is at absolutely zero oh my god #i have too many exams (4) #a bachelor's thesis that i really need to work on and work that is driving me crazy #and a professor who decided to change the exam literature (ALL 200 pages of which are relevant to the last letter) at last minute (100 more #and i just cant i have been burning more candle than not i have been up till three for almost every night last week #my body is screaming with pent up energy and pain from sitting at the same time #my anxieties are kicking because i really need to get started on my bachelors thesis #but i cant even find time for anything and ugh i want to cry and scream and #and right now i want to kill every single IDIOT who ever did a meta-analysis that supposedly included 18 RCTs but that uses a table with 28 #HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHICH 18 BUDDY #HOW

[roxannes-love-letters]

I have a meeting with my professor to talk about my undergraduate thesis and I'm LATE. Everything is going horribly and I'm producing enough cortisol to power a small town

#i tried to get there early but out of the three public transport i have to get TWO closed the doors in my face #so now I'll get to his office five minutes late #if my heart doesn't beat its way out of my chest first first ofc #trying to convince myself that it won't mean that he'll give me a shitty topic for my thesis #not working #personal

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr phil silvers giving the The One w/the Car & the River

#and as i just learned; nearly drowning about it b/c he couldn't swim.... #i already happened to know that someone really did fly a plane through an (of course fake / relatively more flimsy) billboard there #like ''yeah that was a wild stunt pretty dangerous can't believe that worked or we did it'' like sounds about right #any comedic effort will be hit or miss (i suffer with all the misses. learn how to be funny. that there's normal washing machine mode #apparent ''humor'' that's just ''what if someone was Weird & you were going [awwkwarrd] & just being unfunnily snarky but they weren't #Getting it? yeah. that's the joke for the next three minutes; no it just won't stop]) ya gotta learn how to be funny man!!! #so they made a like three hour ensemble comedy of dozens of people who did. thank god #i love cumulative compounding Situations humor where tiny details & constant Performing from everyone really make it #and actually the very finale tends to make me tear up with [!] lol thee [the hospital scene] ending ending #going from ''okay it wasn't That funny'' to ''oh this is the Thesis of this entire thing as a celebratory love letter to Comedy'' #ethel merman yelling at everybody through this thing a real powerhouse #the memory i have for like bit parts in this where somebody was just nailing like scrambling in the midst of some elevated mess #another proposed title ''one damn thing after another'' i know That's apropos. director wishes they added another ''mad'' So true #in addition to [this is often free on youtube including now] i see they've finally fixed the title. used to be typed as a mere three mad's #If I Don't Get Outta H....Why? wHYY?? #Youtube

[r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e]

idk i’ve been thinking for the last day about modern day corroded coffin, semi-successful in the local music scene, did a self-funded tour through six states last fall where they all lived in the van together and didn’t shower for four weeks, has a standing gig at the dive bar next to the highway and the strip club, they’re established, they have a small but dedicated local following, they —

“can’t play a WEDDING, are you fucking with me?” eddie says, when gareth shows him the text from his cousin who’s getting married in two weeks and who, as of last night, has no wedding band because they accidentally double booked themselves and gareth’s cousin had sent the deposit in late.

“i’ve explained to him so many times,” gareth says, furiously texting his cousin back, “we’re not that kind of band—”

except gareth’s cousin, instead of responding directly to gareth’s text outlining the musical thesis of corroded coffin or watching the youtube link gareth sends to the show last month where eddie got a black eye in the pit from someone in an inflatable garfield costume, just sends back —

“holy shit,” eddie croaks, looking at the string of zeros on the end of the number gareth’s cousin offers me to pay them in exchange for saving his ass and his wedding and his marriage, since his fiancé was demanding a live band. “that’s—”

“three months of rent for each of us,” gareth says, awed. “that’s buy actual fresh vegetables money. that’s go to the dentist money—”

“yeah, okay, give him my number,” eddie says.

so they spend the next two weeks practicing every white people wedding song they can think of. there’s no way they’ll be able to do, like, get low, tragically, but they can pull off the classics, especially after they bring chrissy onboard for vocals and keyboard. there are places where eddie draws the line — no fucking journey or especially insipid top 40 — but they can do some whitney. abba. fucking — mr. brightside. a lot of it is pretty simple, when you get down to it, “and people will be wasted anyway,” jeff reminds them. there’s an open bar at the six figure venue gareth’s cousin booked. hopefully everyone will be too hyped just hearing the opening baseline to i want you back to notice if they fumble anything hard.

rehearsal montage, chrissy takes the boys to the mall to buy suits montage (except for gareth who, like most transmasc dudes, already has a custom fitted and tailored suit ready to go in his closet; instead he makes catty remarks about brian’s tie choices.) chrissy makes eddie put his hair up and eddie makes jeff shave the experimental mustache he’s been growing and eventually the day of the wedding arrives and they load up the van and drive 45 minutes to the six figure waterfront reception venue.

they riff for about ten minutes while the whole wedding party makes their grand entrance into the massive tent set up on the lawn, ending with gareth’s cousin and his new wife dancing in, the whole crowd screaming and clapping. it’s cute, eddie thinks, vamping as long as he can while gareth’s cousin’s best man takes the mic and introduces the new couple and directs everyone to their seats for dinner.

and meanwhile: best man is frankly one of the hottest dudes eddie’s ever seen. he’s got longish brown hair that he keeps pushing out of his eyes, full lips, an insane shoulder to waist ratio, big hands. eddie sneak looks at him while they play a bunch of low key jazzy standards for people to eat their expensive dinner to. he’s sitting with his arm around the shoulders of a girl with shaggy auburn hair, and they keep leaning in to whisper to each other and giggle, so. oh well. but it doesn’t hurt to look, eddie thinks, watching the guy take his suit jacket off and roll up his sleeves and make a toast to gareth’s cousin and his new wife’s long and joyful marriage.

once most people have had their plates cleared away jeff turns to eddie and the rest of the band and nods, once, and while chrissy plays the opening synth chords to i wanna dance with somebody, jeff turns his front man showmanship deal all the way up.

it’s good. people are fucking hyped, so they throw themselves into it, feeding off the crowd’s energy, and almost no one is more hyped than mr. best man. he’s jumping up and down, his arms around gareth’s cousin and his wife. he knows every word to dancing in the dark (hot). when they transition into robyn’s dancing on my own he turns to the girl with auburn hair and points at her and screams. cute, eddie thinks, watching best man pick her up and spin her around while she downs her wine and shouts along. okay, really fucking hot, eddie thinks, when he finally pulls his loosened tie all the way off and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and eddie can see a hint of chest hair peeking out.

they slow it down for the first dance. it’s the leon bridges one everyone always does, but it’s perfect in jeff’s range, and there is not a single dry motherfucking eye in the audience. they do a couple more slow ones, throughout the night. best man dances with his girlfriend and then gareth’s grandmother and then with every child under the age of 10, letting them stand on his shoes while he twirls them around. how is this guy fucking real, eddie thinks, which of course is when best man notices eddie looking right at him and their eyes meet. best man looks a little flustered, at first, and then grins at eddie, right at him, before spinning the flower girl around in dizzying circles.

jesus christ, eddie thinks.

they’re closing out the night on the only other request gareth's cousin gave them: the one from the end of dirty dancing. jeff thanks the crowd, offers his congratulations to gareth’s cousin, and then goes right into it. except as jeff sings the first line everyone absolutely loses their shit, turning to best man and jumping around him and one of the bridesmaids. what the fucking hell, eddie thinks, keeping one ear on jeff and chrissy’s duet and one ear on the crowd piling around best man “—you guys HAVE to, dude, you’ve GOT to—“ but whatever it is he has to do is not immediately apparent to eddie. best man dances in a circle with the rest of the wedding party and auburn hair and the bride and groom, shout-singing along, and then during the build up to the second prechorus gareth’s cousin’s wife and her bridesmaids start pushing everyone to the sides of the dance floor, so there’s a long space in the middle, so the bridesmaid with curly dark hair is at one end and best man is at the other end and oh my god is he actually going to —

the bridesmaid runs and then launches herself at best man, who lifts her perfectly, right on cue at the peak of the second chorus, his hands steady on her hips while she floats her arms out in front of her just like jennifer grey. they hold it for a few moments while everyone loses their fucking minds and takes a thousand pictures. eddie actually takes his hand off his guitar for a minute. he thinks his mouth is open. he can see the muscles in best man’s arms flexing under his white button up shirt as he carefully lowers the bridesmaid back to the ground, laughing, his eyes scrunched up in joy.

eddie is maybe a little bit in love.

they close it out. the whole crowd whistles and stomps and applauds for them, which feels pretty good, eddie’s not gonna lie. as they start packing it up and high fiving each other and a couple people come over to ask if they have a card, if they’re still booking for next year or the year after (what?) gareth’s cousin comes over and hugs every single one of them, almost in tears, and then adds another 2k to the check he writes for them. eddie pulls out his cigarettes right then and there.

“steve, come meet the band,” he yells, when steve and auburn hair walk past. “gareth saved my whole ass, oh my god —“

“you guys were fucking incredible,” steve says, grinning, shaking gareth’s hand. “best wedding band i’ve heard in years —“

“they’re not even a wedding band!” gareth’s cousin shouts. “they’re like metal — moshing — thrash, i don’t know, LOUD—“

“whoa,” steve says. he pushes his hair out of his eyes and then turns that blinding smile right on eddie. eddie feels struck by it, wants to stagger back like he’s taken an actual blow. “cool, so you guys — play locally, or —?”

“oh my god,” his girlfriend says, rolling her eyes; steve elbows her in the side.

“i like your guitar,” steve says, gesturing at the warlock eddie’s still holding in his non-cigarettes hand.

“oh, uh, thanks,” eddie says.

“it’s a cool shape,” steve says, stepping closer, flicking his eyes down and then back up to meet eddie’s. there’s sweat gathered along his hairline, dampening the ends of his hair. behind him, his girlfriend coughs something loudly that sounds vaguely like slut.

eddie feels his eyebrows go way up.

“uh, thanks, shapes are. you know. shapes are great,” eddie says, nonsensical. he sees gareth shoot him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye.

“can i bum one?” steve says, looking down to the cigarettes in eddie’s hand.

“totally,” eddie says. “let me just—“ he holds the warlock aloft and gestures to the open guitar case.

“sure,” steve says. he waits around while eddie hustles through getting his shit sorted out and then turns away politely while eddie has a silent desperate telepathic conversation with the rest of the boys, who roll their eyes and make their way over to the still open, still free bar.

where auburn hair is standing and talking to chrissy, putting a hand on chrissy’s arm while she laughs at something chrissy says.

hm, eddie thinks.

“so,” eddie says, walking out from under the tent with steve, down towards the water, awash in the moonlight. he holds out his cigarettes. “you like springsteen?”

#here have some dumb shit #steddie #stranger things #yes the joe keery dirty dancing lift video is playing in my head 24/7 #mine

[tennantwhittaker]

I'm sorry but if you still think Ncuti was "overshadowed" by Tennant in that episode I really think you're just seeing what you expected to see. Confirmation bias is a hell of thing.

We have NEVER had a doctor appear earlier than the last 1-2 minutes of an episode that wasn't their official introduction. We got 20 more minutes of Ncuti than any doctor has had before.

The ENTIRE POINT of his being in those 20 minutes was to get people excited about Ncuti's doctor. It's not a secret viewership has been down, it's also not a secret people fucking love David and Catherine. They brought Ncuti in early compared to other regenerations and let his personality shine.

What other doctor has immeaditely known who they are after regeneration the way 15 did? He didn't spend half an episode lying in bed and the other half asking "what sort of man am I?" he was sure of himself from the word go and it's beautiful to see.

The whole thesis of these three episodes was from a production stand point was 1. Bring back David + Catherine to get people watching again 2. Remind them why they used to love Who with a classic creepy monster episode and then a Classic villain. 3. Get them to fall in love with Ncuti so they keep watching him.

If you think "overshadowing" Ncuti fits into that plan at all then you really don't understand what's going on here.

#doctor who #production has a VESTED interest in getting you to love ncuti #not least because theyre way ahead in production and already shooting his 2nd season #getting you excited about watching his episodes is the whole fucking point of all of this #ncuti gatwa