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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.2

The thing is Paul just physically can't say what he feels. It's just an impossibility for him. So if he says reading a negative article about himself “doesn't help” or “it's not good” but it “doesn't get home” I just assume he means ‘It hurts, but I can't think about that too hard or I'll go into a self-hate suicidal spiral again’.

I always love how Paul says Linda. “Linder is er, nature mad.”

She!!

Hearing Paul talk about watching Mary be born makes me wonder if John was there with Sean? Also I wonder if Linda would talk about the experience so glowingly. Probably. She's tough as nails. I had a lovely experience, personally, after the epidural lol

“Dear friend . . . I'm in love with a friend of mine.” This is such a strange and beautiful song. It's a man who has to apologize to his friend for falling in love with someone else. At least, that's my interpretation. What's everyone else's?

I understand why he's so closed off. I do. But when John is going off every five seconds, we're missing half the picture here and it's turning out warped. They really are such a good study of attachment honestly.

“Nothing will ever break the love we have for each other.” White-knuckling my way through this section with this quote clenched in my fist.

Yoko, talking about John fighting with Paul: any couple will go from swearing to kissing and it's like that. What favors are you doing yourself here, babe? Maybe John's the PR mastermind between the two of them.

I find John's comparison of working with his romantic partner to being ambidextrous very confusing. Does he mean just doing two things at once?

“If I can't have a fight with my best friend, I don't know who I can have a fight with.” -- Intro slutty gender-fluid Wings Paul my beloved -- “Tell me why, why, why do you treat me so bad? So bad? When you're the best friend a man ever had?” I heard on some podcast somewhere. Someone was going on about how forward-thinking the Beatles were to refer to the women in their songs as “friends”. And I was like, nununununu do not give them that credit.

This is just soooo. In this era? 90 minutes in the middle of a recording session?

John: Sorry, my estranged fiance is calling, gotta take a break. Guitarist: again? Drummer: how estranged can they be if they call every three minutes? Yoko: should we just record the other parts or . . . John: (receiver cradled to his cheek, lovesick grin on his face) Hey, how was Heather's school program? Haha, yeah, I bet she was.

Okay, so you've made up with Paul and now you're done being homophobic? *Cardi b voice* well that's suspicious.

The fact that John's asking Paul to play on stage with him in 1972?? Ugh! If it was just about legalities and money and shit I would be genuinely so pissed at Paul for not going. If only because Come Together sounds incredibly lame without his bass and piano. But also for the obvious fix-it reasons. I have to remind myself of how truly awful Klein was. By being the only one to stand firm against him, Paul actually ended up saving them all from a lot of trouble. But gosh would this have been good!

Things normal people say, for sure, for sure.

Okay in my head it went like this. John calls George and bitches about what an egomaniac Paul is because he won't do anything with him as long as Klein is involved. George gets off the phone and calls Ringo and they make a bet as to how long it is until John decides they should get rid of Klein.

“Where's your audience, Paul?” “In the theater, Dave.” As he should. The cuntiness is unparalleled. Yeah, maybe people like to see a family friendly eclectic magic pixie sexy hard rock floor show? Ever thought about that, Dave?

Anyway, he seems genuinely pissed when the interviewer even mentions the other Beatles and he refuses to even admit he still talks to any of them. Why?

John's just so benevolent and selfless. He's completely straight, of course, but he's always offering to do gay shit. You know. To be nice.

I forget that not only was May their literal employee, but she was ten years younger on top of that. And yet, she managed to do so much good in that relationship. I have so much respect for her.

There's obviously a lot going on behind the scenes that they don't say in interviews. Duh. But I wonder what it is that caused Paul to be so open and happy in this interview where he's asked about the other Beatles compared to before. I wonder if he and John had a really lovely talk, or if he's heard a demo of “I know, I know.” Or maybe it's just he's so reassured that they've got rid of Klein that he feels safe acting open to a reunion on record. Who knows, Yoko.

So so smart to pair “In My Life” handwritten lyrics with the matching lyrics of “I know I know” playing at the same time. I forget about that connection (“I love you more”) because it's so overshadowed by the “than yesterday” right after. I seriously wonder if John thought he was being so obvious with this one the way he was with HDYS and half hoped people would ask him if it was about Paul and he could make up for the whole thing. Because it's just so heavy-handed. It's beautiful. I love it. I'm sure Paul loved it. But yeah. John's just beating us over the head with the references here.

I also wonder (very tentatively!!!) if Paul was maybe a bit more emotionally vulnerable with John than we usually think. I would never think this except for the “you know I nearly broke down and cried” “I'm sorry that I made you cry” and “no more crying!” I don't know. What do we think?

His little baby smirk. It's so silly and cute. He's being very positive about getting back together, and the interviewer asks if John would initiate that. Just a very coy, “a, well, I couldn't say.” I wonder if at that point if he'd said on live tv that he wanted to get together again if it would've happened. Seems like it might have, but I understand him being scared.

Elton John taking pictures like a fan and John: I wanna impound all those photos till I get me green card. What a random idea for a commercial. I love it, obviously, it's hilarious. I wonder who thought of it.

This doc is so good at implication. The smirk as “loving in the palm of my hand” plays. That's not a reference to hand jobs, is it? Certainly not talking to someone with beautiful hands?

Everyone go look up Nineteen Hundred Eighty Five on YouTube. The singing sex is something else, yeah, but I'm always so blown away by the piano part. The fact that he's self taught and doesn't read music and this man will go on to compose symphonies.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #linda eastman #yoko ono #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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amethyst-ghoul-backup · 11 months

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Hello ! How are you ? 🖤 Do you think you could write headcanons for the Ghouls going to karaoke (pleaaaase) ? I just had this thought of them absolutely having a blast while singing Bohemian Rhapsody (don’t ask me why 💀😭)

omg your brain is *chef’s kiss* i love this idea!!

also i got a little carried away so i do apologize for that y’all 😭😭

- The ghouls are allowed one sort of fun outing to town per week

- Copia is required to chaperone but he’ll let them pick what they want to do and where they want to go, he just goes along to supervise

- To keep everything fair, the ghouls get to write down one idea each for what they want to do, they put the ideas in a hat, and draw one each week until they’ve done everyone’s idea

- On Friday night the pack gathers around the hat and Cirrus pulls a slip with the words “Karaoke bar” on it

- So karaoke it is

- On Saturday night all 8 of them and Copia pile into one of the ministry’s van and off they go

- They enter a mostly empty little karaoke bar and get a private room for singing

- They also order a bunch of drinks

- Swiss insists on going first and gives a very unique rendition of No Hands

- Dew and Sunshine cheer him on of course

- Cirrus and Aether absolutely kill their choice of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

- The others can’t help but give Mountain an amused glance every time his name comes up in the song

- He is very much not amused

- Cumulus goes next and sings Halo by Beyoncé so beautifully that Copia rethinks her being an Air Ghoul because she HAS to be part siren

- “Show off” Dew jokingly mutters when she’s done but Rain slaps him on the arm anyway

- Sunshine decides she wants to sing I Won’t Say I’m In Love from the Hercules soundtrack and gets Swiss and Aether to be the muses

- They do the little dances and everything

- Like i’m talking full on movie accurate choreography

- Rain and Mountain seem sort of reluctant at first but once they realize Disney songs are an option they are all for it

- They do Under The Sea from The Little Mermaid, Hakuna Matata from The Lion King, I’ll Make A Man Outta You from Mulan, and more

- Aether cuts them off after they sing The Bare Necessities for the second time

- After Dew has one too many margaritas (he drank 6) he BODIES Rap God by Eminem and Tap In by Saweetie

- When he starts singing CPR by Cupcakke Copia knows it’s time to go

- “But youuu haven’t sung anything yet Cardi!” Sunshine drunkenly points out from the couch where she’s leaning all of her body weight on a fast asleep Cirrus

- All the ghouls turn to Copia with nods of agreement

- “I— eh, eh-heh. That is true. I suppose one more song wouldn’t hurt.” Copia agrees

- He wanted to do Piano Man by Billy Joel but that wasn’t an option

- So he goes with Bohemian Rhapsody

- And boy was that a choice

- As soon as the ghouls hear the intro they get so hyped up

- Copia sings the intro and verse 1 and 2 by himself

- Dew and Aether vocalize the guitar solo but it’s really off pitch

- The ghouls join in verse 3 and they all do the high pitched voice

- They do the little call and response with Copia

- Sunshine, Rain, and Cumulus song the “Let me go” part and the other five ghouls sing the “We will not let you go” part

- When it’s all over they end up super giggly and in high spirits

- Then they got kicked out because Dew got too excited and lit a couch on fire

- But it was an overall 10/10 experience

If you read all of this to the end, you’re a real one! Also does anyone know of that tiktok with that group of boys wearing like navy blue bedsheets as togas and lip syncing to I Won’t Say I’m In Love cause that’s exactly what I imagine Swiss and Aether doing while Sunshine sings. Someone please know what I’m talking about 😭😭

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fitzrove · 2 months

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my stuff masterpost

While browsing my blog I decided I wanted to put all the best things in one place hehe so here we go

elisabeth video edits / fanedits

paparazzi (todcheni)

trouble is a friend (todolf)

piece of me (elisabeth)

we r who we r (tod)

music

mayerling but it's the glockenspiel from the intro to der letzte tanz

life plus 99 years (thrill me) virtual piano

Links to music stuff where I sing may be selectively provided in DMs if you ask (highlights include - among other things - six the musical ex wives but with new rudolf adjacent lyrics lol, and a Finnish translation of KKOG)

ms paint fanart

tag yourself elisabeth das musical edition

todolf 1 (joke)

todolf 2 (dead serious)

writing

my English Schatten translation

& see Ao3. I recently changed my profile name there but: go into the todolf tag, search for fics published in 2022 only, sort by kudos -> 2nd 3rd 4th and 5th one on the list are all me (for now) hehehe

meta

The true logic behind the "kitschification" of Elisabeth Schönbrunn

crown prince rudolf apologism rant

tanz der vampire & the hero's journey

What kind of professor is Abronsius anyway?

misc

rating every crossdressy máté outfit (powerpoint)

melodic connections between tdv songs chart

#trying out this approach for when i want to vainly gaze upon my own work xD

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babybluebex · 2 months

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be warned, there be pics of my face (and sappy cheesiness) under the cut….

i went to so much for 2ourdust dressed as the magic 8 ball if the magic 8 ball served cunt ✨

when i was 12, i was in a bad place, i was depressed and not happy with my life. my friend's older, cooler sister showed us the youngblood chronicles randomly one night, and thus, i found my favorite band and album. fall out boy's music has helped me through some of the worst parts of my life, and knowing that i wasn't alone in my struggles, knowing that someone else has felt the same way and has come out the other side was empowering to me. i was supposed to see fall out boy on the boys of zummer tour, but that fell through, and, because of where i live, i never had any hope of seeing them in person. when so much for tourdust (the first leg) was announced, i watched the videos of it and found myself wishing that i could find a way to get there, but it never worked out for me. it was too expensive, too far away, i couldn't get time off work or school, and it became a fleeting thought of "oh, that would be neat, but it's never gonna happen ." and then, so much for 2ourdust. birmingham alabama, it's the closest they've ever been to me and will EVER be to me. the tour was announced on september 7th, and i bought my tickets on the 13th (i had to wait for my paycheck to come lmao). i didn't care what seats i got, i just needed to be there. my tickets were $30, in just about the furthest back, most nosebleed seats in the arena, but i didn't care. we get there yesterday, go to our section, and one of the workers (i wish i had caught her name, but shout out to you, random worker at the legacy arena at the bjcc!!) offered me and my mom a free upgrade to club seats, because (ticketmaster hadn't bothered to tell me, so thanks ticketmaster) our section had an obstructed view. so we go to our club seats, and then began the greatest night ever. daisy grenade was KILLER, the maine blew the ROOF off the arena, it was an HONOR to see jimmy eat world perform, and then it became time for the main ticket. one wrecking ball and we didn't start the fire later, and the moment i hear the piano intro for love from the other side, i swear i passed out, and blacked back in when i saw them onstage. my saviors, the reason i am alive today and the person i am today, i was in the same room. i cried the whole time, even when i was dancing and screaming. i knew all the words and sang the whole time, and my soul ascended when dance dance started— the first song i learned on my bass, which i only decided to learn because of pete wentz. i had kept the entire tour a secret from myself, i hadn't watched any videos or knew what the setlist was, all i knew was the magic 8 ball/surprise song section. so imagine my surprise when the phoenix starts, and then just one yesterday, AND THEN young volcanoes, then my songs know what you did in the dark. and imagine my UTTER SHOCK when i figured out that THAT MANY sr&r songs are NOT on the classic setlist, and was special for my show. it felt like a divine message. whoever is controlling us knew that i needed to hear those songs live, and i thank them.

anyway. gonna go cry forever and maybe get a volcano tattoo.

#bex says #fall out boy #so much for 2our dust

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months

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Your Submissively - Solitude

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Realization

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

As the end of Thursday approached Belle couldn’t help but fell a sense of sadness. Steve has called or texted every day but as graduation grew closer, all she could feel was the weight of missing her dad. As she left her final exam, she messaged Lilia.

B: I’m going to be in Brooklyn tonight L: Same Place? B: Yeah. Feeling it today L: Be careful. Call a cab if it gets late B: Thanks Li.

Belle took the subway into Brooklyn, headphones in, getting lost in the music.

Meanwhile, Bucky and Steve made their way to Jersey. They decided they wanted to surprise Lila and Isabella for the end of finals. “Can’t believe we’re dating college seniors,” Bucky said with a laugh.

“I didn’t expect that either but her we are.” Steve knocked on the door.

Lila opened the door. “Mr. Rogers? Bucky, what are you doing here?”

“We wanted to take you and Belle to dinner,” Bucky explained. “To celebrate the end of finals.”

Lila chewed her lip. “She’s not here.” Lila looked at the men nervously. “She went to be alone for a bit.”

“Where?” Steve demanded. “Miss Stevens, tell me where she is now!” He took a step towards her.

“Pal, be calm,” Bucky said, placing himself between them. “We can track her phone. Its fine.” Bucky tapped on his phone. “She’s in Brooklyn. At some piano bar.”

“Just leave her be,” Lila pleads. “She’s missing her dad and needs a moment alone. The owner and the bartender know her. They’ll keep an eye out. Please?”

“I have to know she’s ok.” Steve went downstairs, not waiting for Bucky. He climbed into a passing cab and gave the address to the only piano bar he knew of in Brooklyn.

Belle sat in a booth on the side, hiding in the shadows. She sipped her drink, a coke, not wanting to get list in the alcohol.

“Next up, we have the extraordinary talents of Belle Davis.”

Belle got up and went to the piano. The overhead lights made it impossible to see anyone in the crown but she could still hear them. But it was what she needed. To have people hear her but not anyone she cared for. They would want to help when there isn’t anything they can do. She touched the keys and played the intro to a song that resonated in her heart.

I tried to talk to my piano I tried to talk to my guitar Talking my imagination Confided into alcohol I tried and tried and tried some more Told secrets ‘til my voice was sore Tired of empty conversations ‘cause no one hears them anymore

She thought back to her dad. Making her practice. “Belle, you practice and it make it perfect. Try again.”

Phil watching her train at kickboxing. “Don’t pull your punches sweetheart. The dummy can’t hurt you back.”

Anyone, please send me anyone Lord is there anyone I need someone, oh Anyone, please send me anyone Lord, is there anyone? I need someone. I used to craze the world’s attention I think I cried too many times I just need some more affection Anything to get me by

On the last day she saw him. “Dad, you seem nervous.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Easy peasy. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Cool, I have a new receipt I want you to try.”

“Looking forward to it Bell. Love you.” He kissed her forehead.

“Love you too Dad. See you in a few days.”

A hundred million stories And a hundred million songs I feel stupid when I sing Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening I talk to shooting starts but they always get it wrong I feel stupid when I pray Why the fuck am I praying anyway? If nobody’s listening Anyone, please send me anyone Lord is there anyone I need someone, oh Anyone, please send me anyone Lord, is there anyone? I need someone Oh anyone I need anyone Oh anyone I need someone A hundred million stories And a hundred million songs I feel stupid when I sing Nobody’s listening to me Nobody’s listening

Belle finished her song to loud applause. She went back to her booth but she was surprised to find it occupied. “What are you doing here?”

“Lila told me you went out and I tracked your phone.” Steve put his face in the light, taking in the obvious tears that were still in Belle’s eyes. But they changed once Steve mentioned that he tracked her phone. She grabbed her bad and stormed out.

“Isabella, stop,” as the made it outside

“You had no right! I’m not your submissive yet. I still have my free will.” She was angry. Angry that he had found her and listened to her sing. Only Lila had ever heard her really and she asked that it be kept a secret.

“I needed to know you were safe,” Steve said, trying to reason with her.

“By violating my privacy? I wanted to be alone. This is hard for me, ok? I’m all alone on the edge of one of the most important weeks of my life.”

“You’re not alone!” He grabs her and kisses her. She pushes him away and slaps him.

“I’m nothing to you but a potential sex slave! Please leave me alone.” She runs for the subway but he catches her again.

“Don’t ever say that again,” Steve growls. “You mean more to me than you know. You aren’t a sex slave.” Belle struggled against him. “Please sweetheart, stop. Stop.” He held her closer to him and she kept struggling until she started to sob. “It’s ok my Belle. Its alright.” He stroked her hair as she clings to him. “I’m right here.”

“I miss him,” she cried. “He’s supposed to be here.” She held onto Steve tighter.

“I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry.” He kissed her hair, trying to get her to calm down.

“I can’t do this without him. I don’t know how.”

“I’ll help you,” Steve whispered. “I’ll be right here.” He scooped her up and hailed another cab. He took her to the penthouse. She was asleep by the time he made it upstairs.

“Seriously punk,” Bucky started before he saw Belle in his arms. “Is she ok?” He whispered.

“No, she’s not. But she will be. Goodnight, Buck. You can yell at me in the morning jerk.”

Steve took her to his room and laid her on the bed. He carefully took off her clothes and slipped a shirt over her head. He got her under the covers and he stared at her for a moment, taking in her youthful expression, eyes slightly swollen from crying. He sighed and quickly changed climbing in next to her. He pulled her close and drifted off to sleep.

Belle’s alarm awoke her like normal for a Friday. She stretched until she felt her arm brush up against something warm. Her eyes snapped open and turned to see Steve’s sleeping face next to her. She looked to see that she was in Steve’s bedroom.

She crawled out of bed and head to her room. She needed to get ready and didn’t have time to go back home and changed. She looked through the clothing Steve has gotten her, selecting a blue dress with a white sweater and wedges. She jumped into the shower and came out. She was startled to see Steve sitting on her bed. “Hi.”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” She fiddled with her towel. “I’m so sorry that I hit you.”

“Super soldier Belle. I can take a hit.” He took her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I did that. I didn’t mean to violate your privacy. I was just worried about you.”

“I know I’m sorry. Not a lot of people know I go there. I just need to get away sometimes.”

Steve pulled her to his lap. “You are amazing Belle. Your voice is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She nuzzled into his neck and he held her tighter.

“Stay with me today. We can talk, figure this out.”

“I can’t. Its my last day at Stark.” She moved to get up but Steve held her close. “Steve please.”

“I know, I just… wanted to feel you. You were so angry and scared yesterday. Tell me please?”

“I just miss him. I don’t even know what happened. They just said an accident at work and I was taken from my home, my friends. The bar… he used to go there… the owner knew him. So, Dad, he used to take me in and I would sing when I was nervous about anything. Its where I go when I’m scared.”

Steve closed his eyes, realizing the mistake he made. He took something of her father from her. “Belle, I am so sorry. Really, truly. When Lila said you just needed to get away, I didn’t realize it meant that you needed to be closer to your dad.” He kissed her forehead and she turned to look at him. He leaned in to kiss her, softly at first but then deeper. “Please forgive me Isabella,” he whispered against her lips. He kissed her again, deeper still, moving her to lay on the bed.

“Steve, please, we have to stop. I have to go to work,” Belle gasped not really wanting to let go.

“I’ll drop you off, plenty of time,” he said between kisses to her neck. His hands moved down to slide up her towel. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

“Steve, please,” she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for anymore. She needed him, her lifeline.

“What do you want Isabella?” She couldn’t decide so Steve continued to tease, listening to her moan, arching her body to his touch. He undid the towel, allowing him to touch further. He groaned when he could feel how aroused she was. He swirled his fingers on her clit and picked up some of her nectar on his fingers and brought them to mouth.

Isabella watched him and felt the fire in her belly grow. “Steve, please, fuck me,” she pleaded, reasoning gone out the window, responsibilities trampled on the floor.

Steve smiled as he ran his nose down the length of hers. He ghosted her lips and said, “watch your language young lady.” He reached down and pulled his sweats and boxers down and was in her in no time. She gasped at the sudden fullness and cried out. He worked her hard, lifting her legs to wrap around her waist so he could go deeper.

He reached to play with her clit at she cried out more and more, the overwhelming desire flashing white in her eyes. “Let go Isabella.” Steve could feel himself ready to let go but wouldn’t until she did. She needed to know that she was first in his eyes, always. He leaned to suck on one of her nipples and that was her undoing. She clenched around him, sucking him in. Steve pumped a few more times before he pulled out and cummed on her belly, remembering at the last second that he hasn’t put a condom on.

Only the sounds of their heavy breathing punctuated the room. Steve got up and got a washcloth to clean Belle up. He was gentle, worried he crossed another line. He laid down next to her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I wanted that too.” She kissed him gently. “Please don’t tell anyone about my secret ok?”

“I’ll never tell.” He brushed a hair away. “C’mon, get ready. I’ll get you some coffee and take you work. Tonight, we’ll talk and some other things,” he said flashing a wicked grin.

Isabella walking into the Avengers Tower and headed up to her desk. She took everything in, not sure when she would see it all again.

“How was finals?”

Belle jumped and turned to see Tony standing next to her desk. “Mr. Stark, hi.” She fidgeted between her feet. “They were fine. Should have the results on Monday.”

“Good, that’s good. I hope you had time to study between your galas.” Tony inspected the girl.

Belle flushed. “I’m always studying Mr. Stark. I have a position at MSA in the fall. I start training in a month. So I need to keep on my toes.”

“Congratulations. I’m glad to see you focus on your career. And not on your non-existent boyfriend.” He started to walk away.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem Mr. Stark?” Belle could see he had something else he wanted to say.

“Nothing Belle. Schedule in a few?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” She started up her computer and saw an email from Steve.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Last Day Congratulation on finishing your internship. I made us reservations for dinner at 8. Bucky will take you to the apartment to pick up whatever you need and bring you back. I have a meeting at 630 so I will meet you at the restaurant. Call me if you need me. Steven Rogers CEO, Grant Industries

Belle smiled and was quick to reply.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Last Day Looking forward to it Mr. Rogers. Please let Bucky know that I am off early today at 4PM. Lila will be home if that is an incentive. Thank you for this morning. Isabella Davis Intern to Tony Stark CEO, Stark Industries

Belle heard a huff behind her and saw Tony looking over her shoulder. “So, he is a boyfriend?”

“Not that it’s any of your business Mr. Stark but yes he is.” She wasn’t sure why she said it but the look she got from Tony and his tone made her defensive.

“You should stay away from him Belle. He’s not good enough for you.”

“What I do in my private life is my business.” Isabella stood up. “And you have no right to have an opinion on it!” She shouted, drawing the attention of the other person on the floor, his wife.

“Tony, leave her alone. We talked about this. She has every right to see whomever she wants,” Pepper scolded. She turned to Isabella. “I’m sorry Belle. Umm, could you get the reports from legal for us. We have a meeting in 20.”

“Not a problem Mrs. Stark. I’ll be right back.” She glared at Tony and left.

Pepper turned to her husband. “Tony, seriously, what the hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Petulance gets you nowhere.”

“I don’t want to see her get hurt. She’s a target if she gets seen with him.”

“Why would she be a target?” Pepper looked confused.

“Doesn’t matter.” Tony shook his head. He walked into his office and closed the door.

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taehyungfirst · 29 days

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Layover is so damn good and solid, that it keeps getting better and better with each listen. There is something about the intro to SD piano version that just hits the sweet spot and captures the feel of the whole album urgh how did they do that.

Everytime I listen to the album or watch the MV's and performances I get this happy nostalgic feeling because man was it a lovely time getting know this new side of him. Like he really achieved what he set out to do because not only was the sound, vibes and overall aesthetic so immaculate but his explanation about wanting listeners to take a moment to sit back and reflect before continuing on the journey with him makes complete sense with each listen. He didn't just put out a few dope songs, he was intentional in creating an experience which is both aspiring and relatable to us, and he pulled it off so well. He wasn't just telling a story he gave us the space to connect it with our own stories.

I always liked Tae but I think really connected with him and understood the kind of artist he wanted to be on a whole other level after Layover.It was so well thought out and cohesive and the kind of album you cherish and can always come back to.

Also Taehyung's face is really majestic. Anyways, I love him. That is all.

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Yes!! I always recommend to follow Tae instructions when he said to listen to it in order, because the transitions between the songs are literally perfect. Rainy days fading into Blue, For Us fading into Slow Dancing piano ver… the best thing I’ve ever heard.

“He wasn’t just telling a story he gave us the space to connect it with our own stories” such a sweet thing to say ): I’m sure that was Tae goal with Layover

#it’s been months and i still can’t choose between the two slow dancing versions #daily taehyung praise post #praise post for the freaks in my inbox rn 💋#ask #taehyung #layover

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iwasbored777 · 7 months

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so ur trolls posts got me to watch trolls world tour again. i remembered liking it but i couldnt remember why, but now i know for sure

I FCUKING LOVE TROLLS WORLD TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THE INCREDIBLE WRITERS WERE SECRETLY ON TROLLS 2 !!!!!!’n

I CANT TBINK OF A SINGLE FLAW IN TROLLS WOULD TOUR!!!!!!!

i was NOT expecting a brilliantly written masterpiece about colonialism, but thats what i got, and its going in the greatest of all time hall of fame in my brain forever.

im not gonna sit here and regale you on the message of the movie. they only said fax, no printer, and its an important message to send kids. alot of the messages kids get about races and borders is “we are all the same 😚” but they came in with the “we are NOT the same and that is both good and bad, both exciting and dangerous so you need to be aware of dangerous ideas of “harmony”” and thats so real. kids need to understand differences are OK.

i love how they backed off the “chosen one” vibe poppy had in the first movie and talked about her flaws as a leader. while her stubborness was a good thing in the first movie to contrast branches pessimistic nature, it wouldnt have worked here, and i can see a cheap writer (like m*chael w*ldron) either insisting she gets away with her selfishness and carrying on with the happy ending anyway, or pretending that wasnt a character trait at all (because w*ldron doesnt watch the first movie and writes a sequel anyway)

my favorite scene is the bubble scene and the woods right after they leave funk where branch confronts poppy. do i even need to tell you why?

i just want to mention it because im pretty sure branch sings a cover of “girl crush” by little big town, which is a country band, and branch said he likes country music earlier and that slays. but when poppy comes in, what they sing is definitley not girl crush, and i cant tell if its giving “trolls can mix music” or im completley wrong and its a different song alltogether. but i cant tell if that song is homophobic or is super gay, so if im wrong thats prob for the best.

the only flaw i can think of is the country music, as a midwestern i can confidently say that was an affront to real blue grass country music. i guess born to die “works” but it didnt represent country as well as the other genres did. theres alot of controversy in the country music fandom with alot of singers who sound exactly the same and produced like its a factory line. but even if people still think miranda lambert and carrie underwood arent true country singers, their songs wouldve worked better than born to die. also the country trolls shouldve been on a self sufficient farm instead of the wild west. that wild western jazzy piano and country music isnt the same.

the only bad part about the movie is that it ended and barb ATE. SHE LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THAT INTRO. send ask.

Lol I love your review. I love Trolls World Tour a lot too and all their other movies. Great stuff.

And yeah I love Poppy and how she can accomplish A LOT but she doesn't make it on her own, she needs character development and help from others just like everyone else. Characters are surprisingly realistic.

Barb really was goat, the best antagonist in the franchise. I love parallels between her and Poppy, how both had different intentions (Poppy wanted to help and Barb wanted to conquer) but Poppy's method was also wrong and both Poppy and Barb and everyone had to make compromises for all tribes to live in harmony because no one has to change their lifestyle for that to happen, all they have to do is accept that they're different and that's perfect. Just be yourself and let others be themselves.

That song in the end (Just Sing) slaps hard (and so does Can't Stop The Feeling btw).

P.S. Tiny Diamond fucking slays 🔥🔥🔥

#luv them #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls holiday in harmony #trolls holiday #ask and answer

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ybcpatrick · 9 months

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bestie i need to know what happened

it's going under a readmore here's my incoherent play-by-play. it's one am so apologies in advance xoxo

- fall out boy played fall out boy songs at the fall out boy show. and they looked sexey while doing it. kell dead kell injured

- joe and pete's mics were turnt the FOCK UP

- immediately after the intro to calm before the storm, patrick stops the song to break up a fight. pete says they're lame for fighting at a fob show, and asks why the fuck they're fighting when we're canadian and we have universal healthcare. fair enough brother

- the ioh death rotation blesses us with hum hallelujah. kell deader kell injureder

- pete put his head in da dog's mouf (i do not remember which songggg😥)

- patrick says he loves canada, and not just because he's pissed off at the states. all good american comedy is actually canadian + he luvs poutine. BASED.

- piano medley was what a time to be alive + golden + don't stop believin', because patrick is sadistic like that.

- save rock and roll. i know that's not a surprise it just fucking hurted anyway bc That's For Me

- TLOTRO DIES FOR FOB'S SINS. NO MANIA SONGS AT ALL RIP ME

- no just one yesterday. tragedy of the modern day but it is TOTALLY FUCKING OKAY BECAUSE:

- EIGHT BALL. WEST COAST SMOKER LIVE DEBUT. DIESDIESDIESDIESDIES

- SECOND EIGHT BALL HAS HIT THE TOWER. FIRST REPEAT EIGHT BALL EVER: GINASFS. KELL NUKED KELL FUCKING OBLITERATED

- fob did not come personally hand me the vhs tape with the ybc bloopers on it :// fuckin evil of em tbh /j

SO BASICALLY. STUMBLES OUT OF CONCERT SHAKING COVERED IN BLOOD AND SMILING VERY BIGLY I LOVE FABABOI FOREVER AND EVER AMEN

#shut up kell #ask #scarredstars-blog #GOING TO BED GN MWAH #tourdust

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jacky-rubou · 5 months

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here's the psychoanalysis of Never Turn Back by Crush 40 and how it relates to Ford that I have briefly mentioned I was gonna write. hope you guys like it!

Going to put this under a cut as it got decently long.

First of all, before the actual lyrics, I would like to mention that the piano intro feels very 'Ford thinking about his childhood with Stan and all the heartache that ensued-esque'

anyway, on to the actual lyrics, minus the whoa-yeahs and other not-really-lyrics. also, I have the first and second verse analyses written out before the chorus' analysis as I feel it would be anticlimactic to end on a verse and not the chorus. Also I have only used the unique phrases in the song, as I don't care to repeat myself every time a lyric repeats, which is a lot for this particular song.

1st Verse

It's been a long, rough road

And I'm finally here

Ford's time in the portal could most definitely be considered a 'long, rough road' that he finally made it to the end of when he was saved. This or he's singing this right before entering the Nightmare Realm to fight Bill. Whichever one could work, though the second one to me feels more in-character because he wanted to be fighting Bill, but not to be saved. Though I guess you could also say the first interpretation could be a post-canon Ford.

I move an inch forward

Feels like a year

Ford felt like his progress in thirty years of work on finding a way to defeat Bill was at a snail's pace in the moment, plus his sense of time being distorted due to no point of reference for what time it is in every dimension he's been in. Everything's a drag when your actual progress is minimal in the face of your trials.

Everything I feel seems so unreal

Is it true?

Ford's sense of reality was slipping, his dreams with Bill bleeding into the real world to the point where he doesn't know what is real and what isn't. Not helped by the unreal feeling of the dimensions he travels.

I take one step forward

And two steps back

Progress for Ford is hard to come by in the portal as mentioned before, Bill's possessions ruining any progress on his research into an ultimate weapon until the plate was installed. Also could be how Ford feels about his back and forth with Bill and his own mistakes undermining his progress.

Got a hundred thousand pounds

Sitting on my back

There is a ton of pressure on Ford to perform well, to fix his mistakes alone, that he feels overburdened by the weight of it all. But he will carry the weight alone all the same.

Up, down, all around

Don't know quite what to do

To get through

Ford didn't know how he could possibly destroy Bill and survive at the same time before the portal opened. Or, while he knows a lot about Bill, that he has relatively few ways he knows to defeat him.

2nd Verse

I guess I'm moving all right and I'm on my way

Facing every moment day by day

Ford when he was getting closer to making his weapon and defeating Bill, he was feeling confident that he could and would do it.

Take a chance, slip on by, got no time to answer why

Head straight, head straight

Ford took plenty of risks, or chances, in his goals with fighting Bill. He 'got no time to answer why' when Dipper asked him about his relationship with Bill. And we know how straight minded Ford is with his goals.

What will I become if I don't look back

What will happen if Ford refuses to back down from what he knows he should do? or if he doesn't look back at his past?

(Honestly though, this one's stumping me, but I swear it makes sense in my head)

Give myself a reason for this and that

Ford must have a reason to be doing everything he does, justifying it in his head as the right thing to do, what he must do.

I can learn, no U-turns, I will stay right here where I'm at, where I'm at

He won't let himself go backwards, with his progress with Bill or otherwise. He must push forward, or at the very least stay where he's at. He will learn from his mistakes.

Pre-Chorus

Well I'm on my way

On my way

Ford is very persistent and headstrong in his goals, simply using what Bill is planning to do as a motivator to say he's 'on his way' to defeat him.

Chorus

Here I am, here I am

Made it to the end of you

Ford has survived what many others could not have, and now, here in the Fearamid, he's finally seeing the end of Bill. Could potentially also be applied to his mindset right before the portal opened, that he'd had Bill in his scope and he was about to kill him, but the Fearamid business feels a bit more true to what I'm talking about.

You never had a chance while I'm around

Bill was way out of his league when it came to Ford, underestimating him until the very end. If Ford hadn't been around, Stan could not have pulled off the trick quite so well. Could also be Ford right when he was about to shoot him like the previous line but this fits better in my mind.

Well, now I'll never turn back, I'll never turn back

I'll never turn that way

No matter how life tries to face me

I'll turn the other way

Ford is a very determined individual. He will not turn away from his goals if he can help it. No matter what Bill or life in general throws at him, he will not let them stop him in his tracks.

Now and then, now and then

My head starts to spin, starts to spin

But I'll never turn back again

Remembering how Ford's eye began to bleed because of Bill's possessions with this one. The after effects of Bill's influence won't make him give up no matter what.

From this moment on, moment on

I am moving on, moving on

And I'll never turn back

Post-Canon, Ford is moving on past his trauma with Bill and his grudges with Stan. He won't let his past control him like it used to. Ford will look forward to a peaceful ending, one that he deserves.

thank you for reading. If any of you have suggestions for alternate readings for Ford with this song, lemme know as some lines gave me trouble.

#gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines #grunkle ford #bill cipher #stan pines #< mentioned little but it still counts #psychoanalysis #song #character analysis #inspired when i saw an amv for him with this song #i say it was just for him but the amv title said it was for both stans even though it only really focused on ford most of the time lol #in any case #this is a ford song and here is my proof

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squish36-writes-and-draws · 6 months

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Carry a Torch

Word count: 4401 <- untrustworthy number

TW: alcohol

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0nly @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously @poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @did-i-say-you-could-get-up @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @xanadaus @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @arson-anarchy-death @dizzeners @thefoxysnake @olivedumdum

On Ao3 or below the cut!

I would thoroughly recommend reading this on Ao3 if possible. I originally wrote this as a screenplay for my creative writing class and, as such, tumblr nuked the formatting. Ao3 did as well, but less so.

That being said, it's kind of important to understand my larger concept. This is a script for a pilot episode of a TV show. Each episode is going to be featured around a song (and I was forced to write this one which is why it's bad) so at the end, it's a concept album. You will not be allowed to have the rest of the show. I refuse to write it.) This also takes place in 1925 so I've thrown some less than successful slang in there.

INT. EVERGLEN RECORDING STUDIO - MIDDAY - 1925

KEEFE leans over the antique Vernon family heirloom piano where FITZROY (FITZ) is playing. The intro credit music stops as FITZ looks up at him.

FITZ sighs.

FITZ

Let me guess. You’ve been thinking.

KEEFE gasps overdramatically.

KEEFE

(feigned surprise)

Why ever would I do such a thing? You

know thinking can only lead to dangerous

outcomes. That being said, I did have a

thought.

FITZ

Stars, why do I even bother anymore?

KEEFE smiles annoyingly.

KEEFE

Because I’m very difficult to get rid of.

(beat)

I trust you know we’ve been looking for

a new venue since Tam dusted out on us.

FITZ

And whose fault was that?

KEEFE

Legally? Not mine.

FITZ pinches the bridge of his nose. KEEFE is unbothered by this.

KEEFE (CONT’D)

Anyway I was talking to Sophie—

FITZ

Anything that starts like that is certain

to end badly.

KEEFE

Fitzroy Avery Vacker, listen to me for a

second for once in your life. Foster has a

cousin whose family has a place we could

use. It’s not the most ideal—

FITZ

(interrupting)

Then why are we even going to bother with

considering it?

KEEFE

The back corner of a coffee shop is

better than nothing. Not all of us are

lucky enough to leech off your parents.

FITZ pauses for a moment, considering making KEEFE verbalize why, exactly, he cut off his relationship with his parents.

FITZ

I take it that means you’ve already booked

it.

KEEFE

It’s one gig. Do your best to tolerate it.

KEEFE turns toward the back door. No one knows where he is going, probably including himself.

FITZ

You know I won’t.

KEEFE

And you know I don’t care.

The door closes behind him and FITZ cracks his knuckles before going back to playing the piano.

INT. SLURPS AND BURPS - LATE EVENING/NIGHT

Slurps and Burps is a coffee shop during the day and a Speakeasy at night. People mill about, the space filled with chatter.

BIANA is sitting at the counter, swinging her feet as she talks to SOPHIE, drinking what is likely spiked coffee.

DEXTER (DEX) and FITZ are getting everything set up for the performance this evening. FITZ is trying to be helpful. DEX is left moving the piano mostly by himself.

DEX

(breathing heavy, teasing)

My guy, did you fill this thing with rocks?

FITZ

(indignant)

No. It’s just built to last.

DEX

(proud of his pun)

Well, it could certainly last through me

driving a car into it.

FITZ

Why would you ever find yourself in that

situation?

DEX shrugs.

DEX

I don’t know.

FITZ looks over at KEEFE, who is flirting with some random extra.

DEX adjusts the piano into its final resting place.

DEX

Can I get you anything? Java, tea, what

have you. We’ve got everything.

DEX lowers his voice.

DEX (CONT’D)

A little bit of moonshine? It’s a family

recipe.

FITZ

(low, dangerous)

You know, it’s probably not very good

business practice to disclose that

information to just anyone who walks in

off the street. Somebody’s going to call

copper.

DEX

(unconcerned, irritated)

You rat me out, you’re out of a job.

FITZ snorts.

FITZ

I didn’t want this gig in the first place.

FITZ raises his voice.

FITZ (CONT’D)

Isn’t that right, Keefe?

KEEFE

I got no context, so whatever makes him

look the most like a sap is the one I

want.

KEEFE spends the rest of the conversation watching them.

DEX

(voice low)

Then why are you here? Why did you even

bother?

FITZ leans against the piano, almost protectively, trying to make himself look relaxed. He is not. FITZ shrugs stiffly.

FITZ

I had nothing better to do. Trust me. I

tried. I really did.

DEX

(maximum sarcasm)

Wow, that must have been so difficult

for you.

FITZ

Lay off it, alright? I’m here for Keefe,

regardless of what you might want to think.

DEX

I want to believe you’re a sap, and you’re

not exactly giving me much evidence to the

contrary.

DEX takes a sip out of some unspecified alcoholic beverage. This is a speakeasy, after all.

FITZ

Oh, so you’ve talked to me for what? Five

minutes? And now you think you’re an

expert in my every waking thought? Every

detail of my inner psyche?

DEX puts his hands up, defensive.

DEX

I didn’t say that, Socrates. Watch your

tongue the text time you try to blow

things out of proportion.

FITZ

Like that isn’t blowing things even

further out of proportion?

DEX

If I remember correctly—and please

correct me if I am wrong here—you were

the first to threaten me and my family,

so I think that’s more than a fair

trade from your perspective.

The lights flicker, signaling the start of the show. It is operated by DEX’S BROTHER #1.

DEX

Well.

DEX presses his lips together.

DEX (CONT’D)

(bitter)

I should tell you to have fun up there,

but I don’t think you’re capable of

that. Break a leg and all that

superstitious nonsense.

DEX shifts to his customer service voice, laced with passive aggression.

DEX (CONT’D)

Let me know if I can get you anything

to make your time here slightly less

inconvenient.

FITZ turns away without a reply or a second thought.

EXT. - HAVENFIELD - MIDDAY, FALL

SOPHIE and DEX are sitting under a Jacaranda tree, leaves beginning to fall but not completely bare. They are complaining about many things. FITZ is a large topic of discussion on this fine day, and also KEEFE and BIANA to a lesser extent.

DEX

How do you put up with all of them on

a daily basis?

SOPHIE

Determination, resilience, a lack of

other valid career paths, and a dash

of—

SOPHIE wiggles her eyebrows. It is unclear which one she is wiggling her eyebrows about, but that ambiguity will be important.

DEX sighs.

DEX

Okay, like, on the one hand, I get what

you’re saying and, yeah, you’re

absolutely right.

SOPHIE laughs.

SOPHIE

That’s because I’m objectively correct.

DEX is too far in his own head to react to SOPHIE’s comment.

DEX

But, like, how can you reconcile that

with that personality? I don’t get it.

SOPHIE

There’s nothing to get. Admire from a

distance and your problems solve

themselves. Easy.

DEX pauses to consider this answer.

DEX

No. I don’t like that solution. Give me

a better one. Replace the personality

itself. You went to college. You have a

fancy degree in marketing or something.

Figure it out.

SOPHIE

Okay, first of all, that was several

years ago and I haven’t used it since.

DEX

You have a photographic memory. Don’t

try to pull that on me.

SOPHIE doesn’t know how to reply to this for a beat.

SOPHIE

(feigned anger)

Damn. How dare you know all my tricks?

Anyway, I don’t think personality

replacement was covered in my curriculum.

Sorry. But do let me know if the store

needs new customers.

DEX

Some might argue there’s already too many

people. That doesn’t excuse the fact that

you’re supposed to know the answers to

life, the universe, and everything. This

has been thoroughly established.

SOPHIE

Well, I don’t. Sorry.

DEX pauses for a long time, somewhere in the realm of several whole seconds.

DEX

I just wish…things would be easier.

SOPHIE smiles softly, encouragingly.

SOPHIE

On which front?

DEX laughs bitterly.

DEX

Yes.

DEX pauses, debating with himself if he should elaborate.

DEX (CONT’D)

(frequent pauses, struggling with sentences)

It’s just that…Fitz is…tangling

everything together. I used to be able

to go to work without getting trapped

in my own mind. And, well, to be

completely honest, I don’t much

appreciate it.

SOPHIE

You should go tell him that.

DEX physically flinches away from this idea.

DEX

I have an even better idea. How about

you go tell your boyfriend Keefe?

He’s the one that concocted this whole

booking-Slurps-and-Burps-for-a-gig

disaster. He should be the one to unravel

this Gordian knot of a situation.

SOPHIE

I’m not dealing with your problems.

You can talk to Fitz yourself or you

can deal with it.

DEX

(Making himself sound useless on purpose)

But, alas, I’m incapable of speaking

with people in rational terms. Whatever

am I to do?

SOPHIE

(not buying into DEX’s act)

Don’t make me show you what irrational

terms sound like.

DEX sighs, defeated. This is going to be unpleasant, but he’s already concocting the bribery he is going to offer KEEFE to make him want to relocate. Preferably without destroying his and SOPHIE’s relationship.

DEX is also fairly easily convinced to do things he doesn’t want to do while also being immensely stubborn.

DEX

Fine.

EXT. RECORDING STUDIO - THE NEXT DAY, DAYLIGHT HOURS

DEX walks up to the door and argues with himself in his mind before knocking.

Inside, FITZ sighs and stops playing piano. As he stands, his joints sing the song of their people. Unlocking the door, he finds DEX studying the ground and fidgeting with his sleeve.

FITZ

Hello! What can I—

FITZ realizes who is standing in the doorway and drops the polite act.

FITZ (CONT’D)

(flatly)

—What do you want?

DEX is irritated by this in an effort to not be thinking about how he is engaging in a conversation.

DEX

Believe it or not, not everything is

about you. I’m here to speak with

Keefe.

FITZ considers this, leaning against the doorframe.

FITZ

Nah, I don’t believe that one. Besides,

Keefe isn’t here. I don’t know where

he is or when he’ll be back. Sorry.

DEX feels a rush of relief, taking a deep breath.

DEX

It’s probably futile to ask you to tell

him that I was looking for him, but I’m

going to hope anyway.

DEX turns around to leave.

FITZ

You’re exactly right.

DEX

You don’t have to sound so disappointed.

BIANA (O.S.)

(yelling to be heard from across the studio)

Fitzroy! Stop being so obnoxious!

BIANA’s voice comes down from a yell to a normal speaking voice as the sentence goes on and she gets close enough to push FITZ out of the doorway and take his place.

BIANA (CONT’D)

I’m sure Keefe will return sometime

soon.

FITZ

(muttering)

Lies. Filth and lies.

BIANA

(to FITZ)

He’s going to get hungry sooner or

later.

FITZ seems to accept this, rolling his eyes and wandering back to his precious piano.

BIANA

(to DEX)

Can I get you anything? Fitz has an

obsession with baking and we’re

always trying to get rid of the

aftermath.

DEX smiles awkwardly as he shakes his head. BIANA turns to not be outdoors anymore and DEX follows her inside.

DEX

I mean, if you want to sell them at

Slurps and Burps, I could always

ask my parents.

DEX shrugs.

DEX (CONT’D)

I’m sure they’d agree, but I’d rather

present a possibility than a guarantee,

you know.

BIANA

You sound like him.

DEX and FITZ look equally offended by this and avoid eye contact at all costs.

BIANA takes this opportunity to leave DEX and FITZ together for a length of time while she investigates this route.

BIANA

Well, I’ve got some extra time today,

so I can go ask your parents myself.

Don’t knock each other off while I’m

gone, got it?

FITZ and DEX watch her leave. This is the same door that KEEFE used in the first scene, not the front door.

FITZ

(yelling after her)

How many times do I have to tell you to

stop meddling in my life?

FITZ huffs.

DEX gets up to leave out of the front door that is still open.

FITZ

(irritated and tired)

Where are you going now?

DEX

…Leaving?

FITZ

Well, don’t. Biana is going to think

I’ve planted you in the backyard or

under the floorboards.

DEX releases an exasperated sigh and sits down on a conveniently placed stool.

FITZ (CONT’D)

Believe me, I wouldn’t say that unless

it was absolutely necessary.

DEX

(his temper finally snaps)

What is your problem, dude? You’ve been

nothing but rude during the ten minutes

we’ve interacted. I understand if you

don’t like me. That’s understandable.

But you’re like this toward everyone. I

can also understand you didn’t want to

do the gig for whatever reason, but

instead of being like that about it, you

could’ve figured out a way to sit in

time out until the last minute. It’s not

that hard. There’s a very nice storage

closet where I’ve spent more hours than

I’d like to admit hiding from people.

FITZ’s hands drop forcefully into his lap.

FITZ

(equally angry)

Why should I explain myself to you? I

couldn’t care less about what you

think. I don’t know why you think I

would.

DEX

Oh, I don’t know, basic human decency?

I really don’t care if you disagree,

but I tried my best to be pleasant,

and you made that very, very difficult.

FITZ

That seems like a you problem.

DEX

Well, I’m sorry you couldn’t tolerate

a single evening that wasn’t precisely

what you wanted to do. That must have

been so hard for you. It’s almost like

I’m not trapped in that coffee shop

every single day.

FITZ

Again, that seems like a you problem.

I don’t see why I should be concerned

with a you problem.

DEX

And I don’t see why I have to put up

with your—

DEX gestures vaguely at FITZ, unable or unwilling to say what he’s thinking.

FITZ

(challenging)

My what?

DEX

Your general existence. I don’t want to

be here as much as you don’t want me to

be here. I would adore being able to

leave you alone, but it looks like

neither of us are going to get what we

want.

FITZ

So you’ve made it your personal mission

to make yourself as infuriating as

possible in the meantime?

DEX

I guess so. You didn’t exactly make it

difficult for me.

The sound of the back door opening stops FITZ from responding. KEEFE enters, mild surprise at seeing DEX but he also doesn’t care that much.

KEEFE

Did you miss me?

FITZ and DEX

(in approximate unison)

No.

FITZ and DEX look at each other—this is a pretty significant milestone in them agreeing on something. They laugh.

INT. SLURPS AND BURPS - MIDMORNING

FITZ enters, the doorbell announcing his presence. He makes eye contact with DEX’S SISTER at the counter.

DEX’S SISTER

Dex! Your friend is here!

DEX appears from the back, expecting SOPHIE or maybe even KEEFE. He has severe dark circles and is immediately irritated by FITZ’s presence.

DEX’S SISTER trades places with him, though she will be listening to their whole conversation.

DEX

What do you want this time?

FITZ

I do believe you’re a tea shop when

you’re not running from the police, and,

as such, I’d like a small Earl Grey.

DEX gives him a look. The kind of staredown that requires invocation of the if-looks-could-kill meter.

DEX takes some of the hot water from the coffee and unwraps a teabag, allowing it to start steeping.

DEX

And you had to come here for that?

FITZ

You’ve got the best tea in the shortest

distance from my apartment.

DEX

You can make tea yourself, you know.

FITZ

Yes, but, you see, then I have to

Interact with Keefe. In that case,

the amount I would spend in bribery is

significantly greater than venturing

out into the world.

DEX

I can almost see that.

DEX hands FITZ the scalding mug of tea. FITZ touches it and flinches away.

DEX (CONT’D)

Can I get anything else for you today?

FITZ

If you have a least favorite muffin,

I’ll take one of those.

DEX studies the muffins for a long second before choosing a victim. It is placed into a white paper bag that is slightly too small for both his hand and a muffin.

DEX

That’ll be $1.05

FITZ takes out his wallet and slides over a $20. For reference, this is roughly $350 when adjusted for inflation. That is also why the price of a tea and muffin is scaled the way it is.

DEX’s eyebrows react appropriately to the amount of money this is.

DEX

(projecting calmness and irritation)

Singlehandedly paying for a week’s rent

isn’t going to make me like you.

FITZ

Okay. That’s not going to stop me. Just

think of it like a starting point. A

deposit in exchange for dealing with me

and my—

FITZ gestures vaguely at himself.

DEX

I’m never going to live that one down,

am I?

FITZ

(almost, but not quite, playful)

Not if I have anything to do with it.

DEX

Lovely.

FITZ

Careful, I’m willing and able to have

Keefe perpetuate it even further.

DEX

I hope you know that my siblings have

already added it to their very limited

vocabulary, so there’s really no need.

DEX realizes this may result in additional perpetuity because it sounded like he was trying to make FITZ stop and that means he could take it as a challenge.

DEX (CONT’D)

Although, I guess there is a constant

need to make me suffer as much as

possible, so it’s really up to your

discretion.

FITZ takes the tea, no longer giving him fourth degree burns, and his muffin.

FITZ

Would you care to dine with me on

this fine morning?

DEX makes sure there aren’t too many customers, in case he would be needed to work. There are not. Most of their income comes in after sunset.

DEX

(loud so his siblings can hear)

Yes, I would like to get paid to not

work.

FITZ flashes a small smile that DEX does not see.

FITZ and DEX sit at a booth in the corner for minimum visibility. There aren’t many other people and if they get into another argument, they don’t want to be public entertainment.

DEX

It really is remarkable how determined

you are to both piss me off and remain

a patron here.

FITZ

Well, I’m sure you could solve the

latter fairly quickly.

DEX gestures widely to the doorway to the kitchen, where his siblings are trying to not be caught eavesdropping.

DEX

Behold. The reasons I am physically

incapable of kicking you out. I do that,

I’m never going to hear the end of it,

and that’ll get out to the rest of our

customers—because of course it will—and

then suddenly they start going down the

street for their mediocre morning coffee.

FITZ

Well, I’m not a coffee person, so I can’t

review yours, but your Earl Grey is quite

nice.

DEX lowers his voice conspiratorially.

DEX

It’s even nicer with a little splash of

something. If you get what I mean.

FITZ

(voice low to match)

It’s not even noon yet.

DEX

Then come back later. Time usually

travels linearly in the forward

direction, and then it’ll be after noon

and you’ll have to come up with a new

excuse. If that new excuse just so

happens to be that it’s not five

o’clock yet, wait until I tell you about

what else time can do. It can travel

linearly. In the forward direction.

DEX’S BROTHER #2 (O.S.)

And we don’t have a band tonight so then

maybe you’ll perform and Dex will be—

DEX turns and points at him.

DEX

Don’t finish that sentence if you don’t

want lead poisoning.

FITZ smiles.

FITZ

Allegedly.

DEX

Allegedly.

DEX turns back to FITZ.

DEX (CONT’D)

You don’t have to if you don’t want to.

FITZ

And that sounds like you’re trying to get

rid of me. I’ll see you tonight then.

FITZ brightens his smile and leaves. DEX doesn’t take any opportunity to argue with him, despite the fact that he has more than enough time to react.

When the door shuts, DEX releases a big sigh, deflating.

INT. SLURPS AND BURPS - AROUND SUNDOWN

Slurps and Burps is once again filled with many patrons, and they are once again filling the room with chatter. The piano is already in place, as are BIANA’s saxophone and KEEFE’s drum kit.

FITZ

(at KEEFE)

Stop looking at me like that.

KEEFE

(feigned oblivious innocence)

Like what?

FITZ

You know what you’re doing. Being all

self-righteous.

KEEFE

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

FITZ cycles through a few arguments before deciding it isn’t worth it.

FITZ

Forget it. We don’t have time to argue

about this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I

do have a small change to the setlist.

KEEFE

Shouldn’t that have been discussed

previously?

FITZ

It’s not like you would care either way.

What’s it you tell me? Fitzroy, it’s

jazz, nobody cares about the setlist.

Half of it is already improv.

KEEFE

That might be accurate, but that doesn’t

mean I like it.

FITZ turns away, grumbling to himself and searching the crowd for DEX.

When he does eventually find him, FITZ smiles hesitantly.

FITZ

So this might be an odd request, but

please hear me out before you say no.

DEX

(already irritated)

Go ahead.

FITZ

(quickly, in a single breath)

I may or may not have a tendency to

process things by writing songs, which

I’m sure is a massive surprise

considering why I’m here. I don’t

remember exactly why I was talking to

Sophie a couple of days ago, but that’s

beside the point. Anyway, I happened to

be blessed with the songwriting curse

immediately after she left, and when I

emerged from the cave, the song’s point

of view was a little wonky. And by that

I mean, of course, that I tried to

project into your head, which is really

weird now that I’m saying it out loud.

DEX

Calm down. I don’t need you passing out

on me. I don’t want to call Elwin. He’s

already mad at Sophie. I don’t need that.

FITZ takes a deep, slightly shaky breath.

FITZ

On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely would

it be that I could ask you really,

really nicely to do the verse that’s

attempting, probably very badly, to

be in your point of view so that I

don’t have to ask Keefe to do it?

DEX

About a -7, presuming it’s a logarithmic

scale, but I’ll do it anyway.

A pause.

FITZ

Why?

DEX

Don’t question my motives. Just be

aware that I don’t know what I’m doing

and if I think about it too long, I’m

going to go cry in the bathroom, so

don’t let me think.

FITZ

Got it.

A longer pause, FITZ contemplates telling DEX something to help with the fact that his blood pressure is visibly rising.

BIANA (O.S.)

Fitz! It’s nine. Get going.

FITZ

(yelling over to BIANA)

Who is this punctual person and what

have you done to my sister?

FITZ turns back to DEX and pulls a crunched piece of paper out of his pocket.

FITZ (CONT’D)

Here’s the lyrics. I didn’t have time to

formalize any sheet music, but just kind

of…vibe with the music. That’s kind of

this whole genre’s mission statement,

isn’t it?

DEX

I am regretting my life choices.

FITZ

I’m sorry to hear that. You’ll be fine,

though. If not, I’ll bribe everyone with

muffins until the complaints stop.

DEX

(physically shaking)

Okay.

FITZ takes his place at the piano, making eye contact with KEEFE.

FITZ

Trust me, okay?

KEEFE smirks.

KEEFE

Yeah, of course. I’d let you lead us off

a cliff.

FITZ

A wouldn’t expect anything less.

FITZ begins playing an introduction, underscored by low rumblings from KEEFE’s floor tom after the first bar. FITZ’s focus remains squarely on KEEFE.

FITZ (CONT’D)

(singing)

HE LEANED OVER THE PIANO

WITH THAT MISCHIEVOUS GLINT IN HIS EYE.

HE’S BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING

AND NOW THERE’S NO GOING BACK.

The tempo ticks upward as KEEFE’s drums develop into a polyrhythm. FITZ leans back, his gaze landing on the ceiling.

FITZ (CONT’D)

THE WORLD IS ALWAYS MOVING FORWARD

I’M HANGING ON TO WHAT I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN

WHAT I’VE KNOWN HAS GOTTEN ME THIS FAR

WHY BOTHER CHANGING THAT?

FITZ finally looks at DEX, his irritation over the past few days on full display in his tone. The instrumentation drops out for a beat.

FITZ (CONT’D)

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT WITH ME?

WHY DO YOU FIND SUCH PLEASURE ANGERING ME?

IF I COULD LEAVE, I PROMISE I WOULD,

BUT I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO ESCAPE.

I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO RUN AWAY FROM THIS PLACE

AND SO I’LL KEEP ON OCCUPYING YOUR SPACE.

DEX’s voice is so soft even the people standing next to him probably cannot hear him. He’s staring firmly at the ground. It’s not exactly symmetrical in the vocals or instrumentation with the first verse, but there’s no need for it to be.

DEX

(singing)

SHE’S ALWAYS MY WORST INFLUENCE

BY PUSHING ME OUTSIDE MY COMFORT ZONE.

IF ONLY SHE WOULD UNDERSTAND

I WANT TO FIND AN ESCAPE.

DEX gains a bit more confidence, staring at FITZ’s shoes and singing slightly louder.

DEX (CONT’D)

THE WORLD IS ALWAYS MOVING FORWARD,

I’M STILL RUNNING FROM WHAT I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN.

WHAT I’VE KNOWN HAS GOTTEN ME THIS FAR

WHAT MORE CAN LIE AHEAD?

DEX fixes a death glare on FITZ.

DEX (CONT’D)

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT WITH ME?

WHY DO YOU FIND SUCH PLEASURE ANGERING ME?

IF I COULD LEAVE, I PROMISE I WOULD,

BUT I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO ESCAPE

I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO RUN AWAY FROM THIS PLACE

AND SO I’LL KEEP ON OCCUPYING YOUR SPACE.

Two bars of SILENCE echo through the room.

FITZ and DEX

(start softly, crescendoing)

IF I STAY HERE AND YOU STAY THERE

I’LL STOP STEPPING ON YOUR TOES

IF WE PRETEND LIKE NONE OF US CARE

MAYBE IT’LL COME TRUE.

THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I’LL EVER LIKE YOU

AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE ME.

PACIFY THE ELDER GODS

AND THEN WE’LL BOTH BE—FREE.

There is a long break, filled with instrumentation. BIANA and her saxophone have a whole narrative arc. DEX goes and runs off into the back, trying to never be seen again.

FITZ

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT WITH ME?

WHY DO YOU FIND SUCH PLEASURE ANGERING ME?

IF I COULD LEAVE, I PROMISE I WOULD,

BUT I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO ESCAPE.

I DON’T HAVE A WAY TO RUN AWAY FROM THIS PLACE

AND SO I’LL KEEP ON OCCUPYING YOUR SPACE.

END SHOW

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