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privateanxieties · 2 years

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the nearness of you (in my imagination) P.3

Summary: Working at a coffee shop is the simple choice. The safe choice. For a while, it even seemed like the promotion and the cute new coworker would make for a content life. But when you leave a mess behind, new ones tend to find you. And they don’t like complications. Peter Parker’s entire vibe is that of a complication.

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x Reader (she/her)

Words: 4.2K

Part 1: some people run on coffee... I run on borrowed time

Part 2: a last chance at... friendship?

Part 3: not until you ask me

Part 4: this really isn’t my year

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When Monday dawns, the facts are settled: it really isn't easy being around Peter Parker, and spending all Sunday texting back and forth was a bad idea. Looking at him now is harder than it was just a day or two ago, because she keeps remembering all the times she's smiled at her phone. He's been cuter than cute - he's been covering all bases for an unfortunate outcome.

She may have a tiny crush. Teensy, tiny. Nothing to worry about. That's why she wears her prettiest clothes to work, because there's no desire to impress him. None.

She wore heeled boots to a service job. It is a new level of desperation.

If she's honest, it isn't just to look pretty for him. There's also a degree of insanity involved - however it may sound, she really doesn't want to die looking the way she normally does for work. If she's going to get murdered, the morgue will receive her body in mint condition. That is, if they receive her body.

"Are you taller today?"

One look at his shit-eating grin and she realizes two things: he noticed her appearance, and something made him remark on it. However, she'd hoped that that something would be intrigue, not amusement.

"I got hooked by your crime show. Chloe Decker is a style inspiration," she sasses, trying her best to appear unbothered. Lying is still not very easy, and bound to get harder the more she sinks into her newfound crush.

"And Lucifer isn't?" Peter asks, brow raised.

"I don't see you wearing a suit, so clearly, you weren't inspired enough."

She doesn't think her comeback was that funny, but Peter laughs like she's a budding comedian.

"I don't think three buttons is the ideal crime-fighting outfit," he says while wiping down the already clean counter.

"No? What would be your pick for investigating crimes?"

He appears to think on it some, tilting his head this way and that with a small pout. She tries not to let her eyes dwell on the lower half of his face.

"Something comfortable that I can move around in," is the answer he settles on, prompting her to inquire further.

"So, athleisure? Not sure it'd be very intimidating to criminals. Then again, Spidey runs around in a leotard and primary colors, and crime rates have gone down some…" she muses, not catching Peter's lip twitching.

"Not sure he'd refer to it as a leotard."

Curious, she looks away from her task again, almost finished stocking the shelves with the supplies that arrived that morning. Peter is trying a new coffee recipe he kept going on about last night.

"I mean, I saw the thing up close. It's bright. It's tight. It's thin. You can see everything." She pauses. "His ass looks incredible."

Peter laughs loudly, folding his arms over his chest as he waits for the espresso to finish dripping into the cup.

"You think so?"

She stands to full height, momentarily cursing how uncomfortable the boots feel. Something about his expression makes her wonder if perhaps she should continue talking up the local superhero. Maybe get a reaction out of him that she can analyze later for little details. Such inane concerns for the infatuated.

"Yeah. Solid booty. It must be if he's lifting cars, right?"

"Mm. Not sure that's how it works."

"You're right. His arms must be pretty nice too. Probably gives really good hugs."

"Hmm."

His face tells her nothing. Like the last time she mentioned him, Peter doesn't really seem to care much for Spider-Man, and despite wanting to ask why, she keeps it to herself. Was she hoping for some kind of reaction? Yes. Will she be annoying and press a matter that could ruin his impression of her? Not a chance.

"How'd your special concoction turn out?" she asks instead, peeking over at the cup he placed next to the coffee machine.

"First rule of science: never experiment on yourself. Would you do the honors?" he smirks.

Her breath catches. It's such a small, insignificant thing, but it's the catalyst for a series of moment-ruining thoughts. Never experiment on yourself.

We don't really… need volunteers for this.

I'm sorry?

Well, you know that saying: for the greater good? We're trying to do great things here. Science can't be stopped by something as petty as arbitrary rules.

"You alright?"

Peter's questions snaps her back to reality, blinking up at him like she wasn't just lost in memories. Her face probably looked concerning enough to warrant the deep-set frown on his features.

"Uhh… yeah. Yeah, I just - I'm not sure if I locked my door this morning. Just popped into my head."

It's a terrible excuse, but she isn't a particularly smooth talker.

"Do you have a neighbor you can ask to check for you? Someone you trust?" Peter asks.

Surprised, it takes her a few seconds to shake her head. It's nice of him to not dismiss her worry, pretend as it may be.

"Alright. Then I guess there's no choice."

"Huh?"

"I gotta walk you home." Peter smiles.

"What? For a silly thing like that? No, it's ok. Don't worry about it."

He might just be too nice for his own good. She doesn't let him protest like he seems to want to, motioning instead to the drink laid out on the counter. Peter nods in encouragement, and she takes a tentative sip from the foamy top, a note of star anise immediately infusing the coffee with warmth that reminds her of a soft winter day. It's good, but the holidays are over and January is rapidly disappearing too. Any comfort she might've gotten from the sugary invention is dulled by the knowledge of the threat looming, so she just smiles in approval and tries to busy herself with tasks that put a little distance between them.

The day sees a new low of customers, likely courtesy of the unending snowfall. Peter suggests they order lunch from a place nearby instead of leaving the café, and she acquiesces upon seeing how much the wind has picked up in the last few hours. They end up ordering enough food for five people, and Peter demonstrates an appetite worthy of at least three. The gyoza dumplings keep disappearing whenever she looks away, and there used to be a whole bucket of family pack noodles that is now on its way out. She has a hard time figuring out where he puts all the food. The fitted green sweater leaves no room for hiding his real physique, and the evidence that he eats like this all the time is nonexistent. His metabolism must be insane.

Closing time approaches before they know it, and she says nothing when he takes the same path he did on Saturday, walking with her to the subway station thirty blocks away without ever asking why she does it. She enjoys his company enough to allow it gladly, and when they part at 33rd St., he reminds her to be careful when she gets home. She's mildly embarrassed to have to go along with the lie one more time, but the way he's so serious endears him to her. She doesn't sigh pathetically on the way back to her apartment in an attempt to hold on to her dignity, but in her mind, it's all hazy rainbows and heart eyes.

She's so distracted that the only thing to bring her back to earth is the key. The key that doesn't turn in the lock. Or rather, that turns only one way, and it isn't the correct one. Her door is unlocked.

Swallowed up by the thoughts that invade her, the ping from her phone makes her jump and drop her bag. She quickly pulls the device from her coat pocket and checks it with unsteady hands, seeing Peter's name at the top of the screen.

Everything good? You get home ok?

She presses 'call' before she can even register what she's doing.

“Hey! Everything alright?”

She can't find the words to respond, and the more seconds go by in silence, the weirder she feels for having called.

“Who is this?”

His question startles her. The way he said it was downright threatening, and the words themselves sent her mind into overdrive. Why did he think it would be someone else calling?

"It's me! It's uh… I'm sorry I called. I'm just…"

“What's going on? You can tell me.”

The words flow without a filter.

"I'm outside my door, but it's unlocked and I'm scared to go in. Can you stay on the phone with me while I check?" she asks, voice not entirely confident.

“Absolutely not.”

Her lungs deflate on a shaky exhale, or maybe that was her heart. She hears prominent rustling on the other end of the line and is about to tell him goodbye and apologize for calling when his voice suddenly hurts her ear with how loud it is.

“Listen to me: do not go inside. Tell me your address and I'll come over right now. And get away from the door, yeah?”

Overwhelming. That's the attribute she would bestow upon the amalgamation of thoughts and feelings swirling around her brain.

Reassuring. That's what she'd call the gravity with which he's treating her fear. It's nice, being taken seriously. It's so enticing she doesn't even protest. She just backs away from the door like he said, heading downstairs where she can breathe a little easier. She gives him her address, feeling lighter as soon as she hears that he's ten minutes away.

It's only when she can see him round the corner of her building that it dawns on her she shouldn't have called him here, but something about the look on his face keeps her from going back on everything. His cheeks are bitten red and his eyes are wide and bright, alive in a way she hasn't seen them yet. Breathing somewhat labored, Peter stops in front of her with a huff that blows some snowflakes her way. They keep falling in alluring density.

"Peter, listen. Maybe I should've called the police or something. You shouldn't have - "

"If you called them they would've hung up on you."

He's not wrong. Police don't come because you have a suspicion someone might've broken in, especially with no evidence. They also don't take you seriously when you go to them with evidence, as she's learned.

"Yeah. You're probably right," she relents, but when Peter motions for her to step aside so he can enter the building first, she hesitates.

"Just… I wasn't expecting guests, so, things might not be super orderly and everything," she fumbles.

Peter looks just short of incredulous.

"Someone might've broken into your apartment and you're worried about that?"

"First impressions are important."

Jesus. What a lame reply. And his little smile feels mocking, but isn't. It's just the embarrassment in her head.

"You already got that down pat, don't worry."

She manages not to worry for two minutes, but then they reach her apartment door and the worry returns, albeit this time in a different form. What is she about to see? What if her home is wrecked? What if there is no excuse or story she can sell him about what's in there?

"Stay behind me."

He pushes the door open with surprising nonchalance. Peeking over his shoulder, she sees nothing out of order. So far.

Nothing in the living room and adjacent kitchen. Nothing in the bathroom. Nothing in the small bedroom except two bras she threw on the back of a chair in frustration, and she hopes Peter didn't see those - unlikely, since one is bright purple and the other a stark white against mostly dark colors.

There's nothing at all, and she sighs in relief once they get back to the living room. She's happy nothing overtly terrifying has happened, but the fact remains that her door was unlocked when that was just a lie she came up with to deflect an awkward moment, and especially when she was certain she did lock her door this morning. She's been triple checking every lock for days. Someone came here, but they left no evidence of their presence behind. The only reason she can think of is that they wanted to scare her, as if the threat Powell himself posed by showing up at her workplace wasn't enough.

It occurs to her that maybe they just want to fuck around for a while, maybe to get off on the idea that she can do nothing while she waits for them to move.

Another sigh leaves her tired and defeated, and she realizes just how tense she's been throughout this whole nonsense. However, when she glances back at Peter, she might just look the picture of relaxation in comparison. He hasn't said a word yet, even now that things are clearly in order. His shoulders are pulled tight, and he looks around as if waiting for a Halloween monster to pop out of an unexpected place.

"You ok?" she asks.

The question almost instantly changes his entire posture, like flicking a switch on an animatronic puppet. He inhales deeply before meeting her eyes.

"Yeah. I guess everything's fine."

A bout of silence falls over them both, and she isn't sure what to say now. Thank him for coming? Apologize for making something out of nothing? Apologize for the unwashed dishes in the sink? Apolo -

"Nice place."

"Oh… um, thank you?"

No, not like that, you idiot!

"I mean, actually thank you. You didn't have to come, but I'm… glad that you did," she says with the semblance of a smile.

She tries to think fast on her feet, but with a malfunctioning brain it proves a challenging task. This feels weird. Now that he's done what he came to do, it's strange to ask him to leave, and she doesn't even want him to. But how does she ask a guy already in her house if he wants to stay without sounding extremely inappropriate or making him uncomfortable? She doesn't do this. This isn't something that just happens to her.

Looking at him standing in her living room, hair disheveled as it often is and the red of his cheeks fading into pink, a thought pops into her head that may or may not work out.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?"

"That'd be really nice," he answers before she's finished talking.

She blinks in surprise, and hopes that the smile lighting up her face isn't too obviously infatuated.

"Yeah?"

Peter nods with a smile of his own, and she releases a pent up breath that relaxes her spine and unclenches her left hand.

"Make yourself comfortable then," she says, gesturing to the sofa. It's then that she notices the trail of mud and melted snow they brought in. His footprints and hers wind around each other, looking comically like maybe they were doing something other than checking for intruders. He notices her looking as he takes off his jacket.

"Do you have a mop?" Peter asks.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I mop, you make the hot chocolate."

"No."

"C'mon, it makes sense. Team effort. Like at work."

"Well, this isn't work. This is my house and you're a guest. Under no circumstances will you be touching cleaning supplies."

"Uh-oh. You got your manager voice on," he teases.

It should be funny, but isn't. That one sentence reminds her of an aspect she's been neglecting completely without even realizing it. They are coworkers, and she is his manager. His direct superior. Maybe she can't fire him, but the power scales are tipped in her direction. This is crossing a line she can now see clearly. It pours a bucket of ice cold water over the entire situation, and she freezes in her spot by the kitchen counter.

"What's wrong?"

Is she really that transparent?

She takes a deep breath, already deflated and wallowing in disappointment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was wrong of me to ask. Not just coming here, but asking you to stay. I'm your manager. This is a weird situation. I appreciate that you helped me tonight, but I don't know if this is…" she trails off, unsure of what word to use.

"Appropriate?" Peter supplies, studying her curiously.

She nods hesitantly.

"Did you ask me to stay as my manager?"

"What? No!" She balks.

"Then why are you so worried?"

"Because…"

He waits with a raised brow. She's got nothing.

"Alright. Let's look at it this way: if we weren't working together, would you be hanging out with me?"

The question cuts right to the point of the matter, and for a moment she resents the fact that he's so perceptive. Not to mention, willing to dissect any confusion and problem solve. Peter Parker doesn't seem to shy away from confrontation - an admirable skill, were he not using it on her so frequently.

"Just be honest. It's easy. You won't hurt my feelings, I promise."

His eyes are sparkling with mirth. It's impossible to do anything but what he asked.

"If we weren't working together, I'd want to hang out with you." She pauses. "But I'd probably be too chicken to ask, so you'd have to take initiative."

With another easy smile, Peter comes closer until he's just an arm's length away, and she watches him wide eyed and expectant.

"Hi. I'm Peter. Hope you don't mind me asking, but I've seen you around a few times and something tells me we'd make good friends. What do you say?"

Her heart says he's endearing beyond words. Her brain is mush, so there isn't much input from that side. He's doing something he probably doesn't even intend to do just by being himself, having her spun around his gestures like cotton candy around that too-splintery stick of wood she used to get at carnivals. She should be careful with him, lest she end up pricked by misread intentions.

"I mop, you make the hot chocolate?" she asks in an almost-whisper.

"I don't know where anything is," Peter replies softly.

It's ok if he doesn't, she decides, because she can show him. Today and tomorrow and maybe next week also, she can ease up a little more and let him find his way around without worrying about what's out of her control.

"I trust you."

And so they go their separate ways, and when she returns with the mop she sees that his sleeves have been rolled up (dangerous) and he's pondering her kitchen cabinets like prize doors on a TV show.

"Are you trying to divine their contents?" she asks from the doorway.

"Shhh… I have a sixth sense about these things."

She laughs quietly at his determination, trying not to stare too long when she realizes how nice he really looks in just jeans, that dark green sweater and his - oh my god.

"Are those raccoon socks?"

Peter looks at her over his shoulder, and the little stammer he lets out has her biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"That is what they are."

With a grin that can't be contained, she leaves the room for a minute and returns with mischievous crinkles at the corners of her eyes. Peter has gone interestingly quiet, and she taps him on the shoulder with light fingers as he mixes the cocoa powder in a bowl. He hums quietly but barely turns around, catching her eye only briefly before turning back to his task.

Oh no. Did he think she was laughing at him?

Before she can change her mind, she nudges his right foot with her own, and that's when he finally looks down. It takes him a second or two to finally have the reaction she was hoping for. His soft 'no' is very precious.

Her feet are clad in the exact same pair of dull yellow raccoon socks, little rodents with an arched back and scheming hands strewn about in a haphazard pattern.

"Look at that. Little criminals," Peter says.

"Us or the raccoons?" she returns.

"Uh-oh. Do you have anything to confess?"

"That's very Lucifer of you," she points out with a quirk of her lip.

"No no no… that's not how he says it."

Peter leans away from the counter to face her fully, a waft of cinnamon infusing the air. A subtle change takes place that captures her attention and winds it tightly - trapped entirely by his sultry eyes and slightly parted lips, she almost misses the whispered question.

"Tell me, what do you desire?"

Whatever the answer may be in her head, her expression indicates only one possible want in that moment. With chocolate brown eyes, a smattering of freckles right above his cheek, Adam's apple bobbing enticingly, Peter Parker looks a dream. Her own lips part slightly, but no sound leaves them - not until he's leaned in and her breath stutters, a soft gasp consumed by plush lips that capture hers gently and too briefly for her liking.

She blinks up at him in a daze, and gives the unspoken question in his eyes a definitive answer by leaning in herself this time. Unsure what to do with her hands and unable to figure it out with a scrambled brain, she's happy when she feels Peter's own take hold of her, one on the side of her neck and the other resting at her hip. They're so warm she melts into him, leaning into the kiss a little more and letting instinct guide her. Romantic conquests not really being her thing, it's difficult to relax and not wonder if she's doing a good job. She's been insecure enough in the past that her thoughts have ruined otherwise nice moments. She refuses to let this turn out the same.

Whatever emboldens her now is welcomed with open arms, and she figures she can't be that bad a kisser if Peter keeps seeking more pecks each time she pulls away. A small laugh is shared between them, and the endorphins may or may not be responsible for the lack of care the following moments. It sizzles out quickly, and in its place, a dull ache settles.

It's nice, she thinks, but this crosses a line that really can't be uncrossed. Friendship is one thing, but what they're doing right now has the potential to blow up in their faces. And as if he can endlessly grasp her thoughts before they've even taken shape, Peter dispels her worry in a way that colors him with even rosier glasses.

"I know what you're gonna say… and if it makes you feel better, we can forget this happened. But I've been thinking about kissing you for a while and if it wasn't a problem before, it's definitely a problem now, 'cause I really can't stop thinking about it when I know what it feels like."

"I - That's really sweet, Peter. And I don't know what to say. I like you, but this is so - "

"Wonderful -"

"Weird, and we don't just work together. I'm technically your boss, which is beyond inappro-"

"Insanely hot - "

"Stop it," she laughs.

"What can I say, I love a woman in charge." He shrugs innocently.

"The point is, for this - " She motions between them, "to happen, one of us needs to quit their job, and I get the feeling that's not the right thing to do now."

"Are you putting your foot down?" he jokes.

"I'm serious. You're cute, and you're a good kisser, but you're not 'workplace misconduct' good."

"Ouch! I take offense to that. I am definitely ‘workplace misconduct' good. Maybe even 'might commit a crime' good."

Her eyes widen and she slaps his bicep with a gasp, hating how his boisterous laughter manages to coax one out of her also.

"I'm joking. I get what you're saying, and I respect that. This can stay between us, and we can just be friends. I won't kiss you again until you ask me to," he promises, making a tiny cross over his heart.

"You're so sure I'll ask you to?" she challenges.

His eyes sparkle with a mix of confidence and amusement.

"I think you'll ask me before the month is up."

And there it is again, another moment ruined by the knowledge of time and how it keeps moving forward. She tries not to let it show by agreeing to an unofficial bet, and quickly excuses herself to the bathroom, where disappointment can wash over her unrestrained.

Maybe she should've kept kissing Peter, because there's no telling if she'll get to ask him, even if she changes her mind. She doesn't know if she'll live through February. She could be selfish and go back out there, pull him by his ridiculously pretty sweater and mold her lips to his until she learns their shape by heart, but that would mean putting them both in an awkward position. If she dies, she won't have to deal with any of the repercussions and she gets to say she didn't die single, which is a plus. But if she dies, how weird would that be for him? He might show up to work one morning only to find a vacancy in her old post. Maybe a cop asking questions, if they care enough, or if they haven't all been bought off already.

No, she isn't doing that to anyone, but least of all to Peter. She'll play nice, be friendly, try not to look at his mouth too much and get through the rest of January without incident. And without kisses.

Only two weeks to go.

- to be continued -

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thewingedwolf · 2 months

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okay i’ve watched a few seasons now, and i’m about to move into pre-new era seasons so-

that do or die twist is so unserious omg

i know big brother has gaslighting, spying, & manipulating too but these people just straight up going through each other’s bags is so funny, they all talk about lifelong friendships but they also don’t give a FUCK lmao

(none of these are in any order, just top 4)

faves in 41: shan, xander, erika, evvie

faves in 42: maryanne, romeo, lindsay, drea

faves in 43: i did not watch; i’ve seen the discourse around this season and i simply Don’t want to feel pain like this so i put it off for now

faves in 44: i did not watch; like purely because of the nonsense going on with carson aksjdjd i might genuinely go back to this one later

faves in 45: kaleb, kellie, jake. why did i only list 3 people? bc genuinely it’s a four way tie between dee katurah julie and emily, like this was an amazing season for women. also, the hottest season.

i think it says a lot about me that one of my favorites three seasons in a row was a zero vote finalist aksjdjd personally i think this means one of my faves this season is gonna be one too, i’m guessing venus or q

shan making dx hum her betrayal theme song on the challenge usa is so much funnier with context bc she LITERALLY hummed it out loud while thinking about how she’d have to betray one of her besties aksjsj the nerve of that woman is insane i love her

the way i got so excited for deshawn to make a comeback in that lil chicken & veggies alliance only for him to truth kamikaze his way through that tribal is just…..i actually had to walk away from my tv my secondhand embarrassment was so bad

i think it’s a lot different when you know who is going to win because i went in paying attention to erika and really vibing with her but i get the impression no one was expecting her to win the way that a lot of people thought maryanne would win over everyone else in f5.

that said, i think 41 was my favorite bc i love when people are smart but also canNot keep their mouths shut, these people were so gossipy and got soooo heated with each other, but i didn’t hate anyone, i was rooting for everyone, like i was riveted i had fun.

i literally keep replaying that “do i believe that? no i do not,” moment between naseer and heather on loop in my mind it was soooo funny aksjsjs

xander scruffy looking…….i would fold so fast i’m afraid 😔

that said, i had to walk away during some of his answers for the final tribal because he is just so sweet but he is SO unaware i was HURTING even with evvie and ricard clearing trying to lead him to an answer, it took like four false starts for him to name a good social read and everyone to nod and go “oh yeah that one makes sense”

drea’s comedic timing is unparalleled. i have never laughed that loud at a reality tv contestant, her voice is just so expressive. yes i’m talking about the potato line she is funnier than every comedian on netflix to me

that season had me screaming every episode it was really fun to watch and maryanne just like. sparkles. she’s enchanting.

i hope jonathan [redacted for legal reasons]

austin is so sexy to me because he really just laid down and died so his super hot girlfriend could win a million dollars, that’s the perfect man

actually i’d like to say it again. hottest cast. austin & dee was just pretty on pretty. jake is adorable. kellie. katurah. emily. kaleb. hottest cast by far.

i’ve been listening to know it alls & why blank lost just to get a feel for strategy and i’m excited to get through older seasons to see gameplay without so many twists because yeah there’s like a LOT of them esp in 41. it’s funny listening to them all bitch about this constantly tho. also interested in eventually watching a season without fire making - the next group i’m looking at are david v goliath, heroes v healers v hustlers, millennials v gen x, and gamechangers. might flip around a bit before i land on one tho.

#survivor 46 #survivor 45 #survivor 42 #survivor 41 #rani makes text posts no one will read

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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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I’ll bite. I’m a Z fan who likes her with Tom now. Initially I can’t lie, I was glad she was with JE or even the rumors about JDW. Tom felt like such a school boy, bouncing everywhere and Z was moving into her “adult” era, JE seemed to compliment that more serious and artistic vibe she had - and yea they looked better paired. Nowadays while I like Tom some what I will admit that sometimes he still seems very young boy compared to her woman which isn’t helped by the height. On my worst opinion days it feels like he is far behind in every category.

Thank you Anon for your honesty. I'm glad you're at least being HONEST lol. 😂

I'm pretty sure that's probably how a LOT of Z fans feel (or USED to feel at some time) tbh. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I really think some ppl have some really warped views of celebrities or smthg lol. 🥴

I think ppl make judgements when they don't really know someone on the public eye, and the judgments are usually negative until they get to know MORE about the person. I'll admit, I've been guilty of it too! 🤷🏾‍♀️

But once I've spent more time in someone's fandom, and get to know more about them (either through fans, fan encounters, or just their interviews and whatnot), my view of them starts to change..... usually for the positive. 😌

With Tom, I personally feel like he CAN be serious? I've seen him be serious before. I mean, he's the son of a comedian for goodness sakes lol, so he's going to have jokes and a sense of humor, and I think Zendaya LOVES that about him! 😂

I actually don't think she would like being with a guy who's TOO serious or uptight... 👀 I know I personally wouldn't. I prefer light-hearted, EASY-going guys. No drama or up and down attitudes for me please no. I dated a guy who was like that (up and down all the time) and it was a nightmare 🥴 I was so attracted to him, but in the end, he was just a downer! I vowed never to be with a guy like that ever again lol. I can't do the up and down rollercoaster, or guys who take themselves TOO seriously. 🥴

I think that's why I didn't really think that she and Big Foot were a good match. He just always seemed like he took himself TOO seriously, and was always on a foul mood lol 😆 Now, I could be totally WRONG and way off base about him, but that's just the VIBE that he puts out to me. Idk the dude personally, so again my perception could be way off base, and I'm perfectly happy to admit that. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Z is def in her "grown woman" era, but I think that Tom is in his "grown man" era as well now. Women DO mature faster than guys lol... But hey, sometimes opposites attract! 😃 You don't want someone TOO much like you lol. That's kinda boring? You want a guy/person who can teach you things, make you look at things differently, open you up, allow you to be completely YOURSELF. One thing about Tom is that he's very confident in himself, and he is just who he is regardless. 🤷🏾‍♀️ That's a very attractive trait. I'm sure that allows her to be 100% herself as well! 😌

I just don't understand why ppl police us black women and who we find attractive so much! It's ANNOYING!! 😤🥴 Leave us alone my gosh lol. 😂 Everyone's always got an opinion on who we like, date, smash, or find attractive. 😒 Even in the black community! Like, can't we just LIVE and love in PEACE?? Geez! Let us thirst in peace please lol 😆

I think Z is with the right guy for her who makes her "the happiest"! 🥰❤

#sorry for the dissertation

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Bromance in paradise

Today's fic didn't really turn out kinky, but I tried to write another one and it didn't work out so I panicked! I am pretty pleased with this idea though lmao. Reality dating show AU! I guess there are mentions of threesomes so I still call it a kinktober fic, but I'm pushing it a bit! :o)

It was a searing afternoon, on an island with white shores, azure waters and palm trees all around. The singles stood huddled around poseur tables, giggling and peeking glances at each others' asses. The hottest one there so far was Ian, a single from Sacramento, YouTuber by day, car-connaisseur by night. All the girls were fawning over his blue eyes and round butt.

The other guys also tried to impress. Take Shayne, an actor from LA, built like a tank and charming his way around the ladies. They laughed and even cried laughing at his jokes, but they still secretly checked Ian out too gauge whether he was looking at them.

They were nearly complete. There were 5 girls and 4 guys. Who would be the last?

Finally, someone walked up to the crowd from across the beach.

"Oooh, he's a looker!" Amanda, a bartender and model from Boston said, giddy with anticipation for the guy to get closer.

"Wowie, look at those tats!" Courtney said, mouth open and blatantly staring. She was a venture capitalist from Malibu.

"Hi everyone! I'm Anthony."

The camera cut to an interview with Anthony.

"I'm an entrepreneur from LA, I love creating start-ups and sell them. Yeah, I'm really good with computers, although you wouldn't think so by my looks," he winked at the camera. Shots of him doing yoga were shown. "Live, laugh, love is my motto. What? It's not corny, it's truth!" He giggled.

All the singles were eying the new arrival. He was wearing nothing but black short shorts, revealing an extremely fit body and intense tattoos.

"His body is like, an enigma," Jacky gushed. "He's like, hot, but nerdy? Macho yet feminine? Either way, I'm wet." She bellowed a sultry laugh and raised her eyebrows mischievously.

Ian was looking at Anthony as well. His blue eyes pensive, taking in the other guy's form, his face clouded over.

"Anthony is an incredible looking guy," he told the cameras. But then he smirked with a raised eyebrow, and said: "but I'm not worried. He's got the looks, but I've got the rizz."

Keith, a comedian from LA, commented: "I am sensing a VIBE, yall. Ian is into that tatted up dude!"

Anthony talked to the cameras. He wore his shiny curls like a crown but one curl kept falling before his eye, causing him to do the Justin Bieber flip. "I am certainly the hottest guy here," he giggled and looked down at his feet. "Maybe I have some competition from that Ian guy, he seems very popular. But I bet I can get a date locked down for the night like.." - he snapped his tatted fingers - "that!"

As he mingled with the crowd, trying to fend off Jacky because she was coming on a little too strong, ducking out from under Courtney, she wasn't really his type, and staying clear of the incredible feminine energy coming from Amanda. The other girls, Arasha and Olivia, didn't really catch his eye.

"Hey, what's up?" Anthony said.

"I'm kinda enjoying this island! It's hot, sure, but look around, it's a little piece of paradise here."

"So true. The water is so blue, it's incredible."

Anthony said this while looking into Ian's eyes. Ian's glance softened and he genuinely smiled.

"So, do you have your mind set on a girl yet?"

Anthony snapped out of his staring, and took a while to recollect himself.

"Uhh, yeah, sure. I kind of fancy Arasha, she's very pretty."

"Good choice man. I am looking at Amanda, and frankly, I'm scared. She could throw me right into the ocean if she wanted."

The guys laughed.

"She'd throw you like a pebble dude."

"She'd yeet me all the way back home."

"So, yeah. What do you do for a living?"

The guys hit it off. Girls kept coming up to them to interrupt and steal their attention, but to no avail.

"It's like, a best friendship is being forged before our very eyes." Arasha, a beauty guru from LA said. She had a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, I guess I get more attention this way, and I don't mind at all," Shayne said while laying in Amanda's lap.

"We're going to share a room together tonight," she said. Shayne smiled as she caressed his cheek.

An agent of the production crew walked up to Ian and Anthony.

"I get that you're hitting it off and forging a friendship, but you're here on a dating show. You should start dating, before it's dark outside. It's harder to film at night."

"Nah, we're good." Ian and Anthony were laughing. They had been drawing in the sand.

"We're going to share a room together tonight," Anthony informed the agent.

A shot of Ian and Anthony together.

"I love this guy, where did you find him?" Anthony asked jokingly.

"And I love him, what a dork, what a dude. I've never met someone who I vibed with more in my life."

"Don't look so judgy! It's 2023, anything can happen. We're deciding to share our room tonight. And no, we're not gay."

"Speak for yourself, I'm bi as fuck!"

"Good for you, dude!"

They high-fived and laughed at the crew, who walked away.

"Look at them go with their tails between their legs!" Anthony laughed.

"Now, let's see if they got a Switch in our room!"

"Dude.."

"Honestly? Good for them!" Arasha said, sipping a cocktail. "But I guess I'm going home alone tonight.

"Listen, as we're changing the rules anyway, there's room for one more," Amanda and Shayne said from over the other table."

Arasha's eyes lit up. "Alright alright alright!"

Courtney and Keith ended up sharing a room and so did Jacky and Noah, a guy who hadn't had much screen time but looked very friendly and cute. They also had a +1, Angela, a mysterious, petite girl.

"That concludes the first, crazy episode of this season!" The voiceover said." Tune in next week for sex, intrigue and true bromance. See you then.

#kinktober 2023 #ianthony

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My media this week (23-29 Apr 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰👂‍Something Wild & Wonderful (Anita Kelly, author; Mark Sanderlin, narrator) - really enjoyable contemp romance about 2 guys who meet hiking the PCT - great MCs, great supporting characters

😍Backhoe (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 123K, no-powers modern AU with a smol Steve & beefy Bucky - absolutely incredible fic where Steve's an art grad student/activist & goes to protest a pipeline in Appalachia, which is going to be built across Bucky's family land - this fic was fantastic! Great (& authentic) sense of place & community, well-developed OCs (Bucky's sisters) - it's a meet-cute followed by all the work an actual relationship takes, very real & genuine with the emotions & hurdles that come up.

🥰Gravity's Got Nothing on You (zosofi) - 86K, sterek au, fake dating, frenemies-to-lovers with the encouragement(?) of some magic wolf figurines - it's probably been 8 years since I read this and it's as delightful as I remember - they're both so emotionally constipated it's hilarious

💖💖 +143K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby series (IrisLanding) - Stranger Things: steddie, 21K - "Steve and Eddie stumble into a series of dirty talking sexual adventures that may actually lead somewhere."

turn down the lights, turn down the bed (rockinhamburger) - Ted Lasso: Trent/Ted, 25K - Trent, drunk & thirsty af & bemoaning his life, accidentally texts Ted instead of his bestie. Some really good dicking, angst & emotions ensue.

Love Runs Wild (DevilDoll) - TW: sterek, 9K - a fucking forever fave classic from the "Neckz 'n Throats" universe

Thursday Nights with Bucky Barnes (Ellessey) - MCU: stucky, 4K - short but super duper meet cute with grumpy Steve and NOT the normal laundromat guy

Not In The Answer But The Question (aimmyarrowshigh) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 27K - reread this fantastic shrunkyclunks with cap!steve (who's busy not processing his trauma) meeting queer disabled jewish deli owner bucky. So fucking good. Plus it will make you crave BEC bagels (which I 100% ordered from our local place this AM)

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Dirty Laundry - s2, e11

Um, Actually - s1, e5; s6, e2-6,8-12, s8, e3-4

Shrinking - s1, e1

Schmigadoon! - s2, e5

The Brokenwood Mysteries - s9, e3

Ted Lasso - s3, e7 [x2]

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Weird Al Yankovic

Into It - Roy Wood Jr. Is Ready for Late Night

Switched on Pop - Who killed the key change in pop music?

⭐Desert Island Discs - Dara Ó Briain, comedian and television presenter

99% Invisible #534 - For Amusement Only (Free Replay)

⭐Vibe Check - You About to Lose Yo’ Job

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Harry Belafonte

ICYMI Plus - We’ve Learned Nothing From West Elm Caleb

Decoder Ring Plus - The Artist Who Was Both Loved and Disdained

Ologies with Alie Ward - Delphinology Part 2 (DOLPHINS) with Justin Gregg

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Last Wild Apple Groves

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Telling Time through the Trees with the Places Team

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Caring for Canids

Shedunnit - Bonus: What is "Cosy"?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Moose Boulder

Into It - Are We Into Ed Sheeran's Lawsuit, Tucker Carlson's Firing, and Timothée Chalamet?

Endless Thread - The Birds and the Bugs

Sidedoor - Bill Nye the Sidedoor Guy

You're Dead To Me - The Rise of the Tudors

⭐Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: Video Pilled Suburbia’s Child

ICYMI Plus - Should We All Be Pirating More?

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting Paul McCartney

Presenting Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Instru-Metal

Emily King

Presenting Dio

Presenting Iron Maiden

Alestorm

synthwave radio [Lofi Girl]

Presenting Alice Cooper

Presenting Rush

The Look Of Love - The Very Best Of ABC [ABC]

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #something wild and wonderful #fanfic ftw #backhoe was outstanding #all the reading was really satisfying this week; i just didn't do as much of it as i would have liked #or at least it felt that way #i watched a lot of that pedantic nerdy game show. i'm obsessed.#hit parade podcast #you're dead to me is very solid and mainly i listened to so many eps because i was getting caught up #vibe check podcast #desert island discs #gonna love Dara Ó Briain forever for picking 'Groove Is In The Heart' as his ult fave #switched on pop podcast #the atlas obscura podcast podcast #99% invisible podcast #decoder ring podcast #shedunnit podcast #sidedoor podcast #into it podcast #ologies podcast #endless thread podcast #pop culture happy hour podcast #icymi podcast #wait wait...don't tell me podcast #i'm giving wwdtm another shot. we'll see how long before the fatphobic jokes get overwhelming.#iron maiden #rush

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Why do I always feel like it would be burdensome to let my friends or my family know the truth about what I'm feeling, how I'm doing? Like, for instance, in my friend group of mentally ill Discord trannies there's this one girl who has BPD and like clockwork there'll be some sort of friction, like for example we'll do a groupwatch of something without her because we pinged her and waited for like an hour for her to show up and she doesn't show because this broad has no consistent sleep schedule, and it's not fair to everyone else who was looking forward to our groupwatch to suddenly cancel it just because one of us didn't show, and then she'll get either all angry or sad or both that she ended up missing out and she'll like, start going on about how we all only tolerate her presence and don't actually like her and sometimes she'll even just up and quit the server, only to return maybe the next day, or a few days later depending on like, how long the server owner decides to let her cool down for before sending her another invite. It's exhausting to deal with.

The thing is, I don't hate her. Nor do I hold a grudge against her for being mentally ill; who among us and all that shit, right? She a pretty fun person to be around actually. Her jokes aren't all that funny, but not everyone has to be the comedian of the group, right? I like being around her when she's not having a meltdown. Or clinging to a really annoying bit for dear life. But that's besides the point. I'm willing to take the good with the bad when it comes to her. That's the point of a friendship, right? There's a phrase for a so-called friend who doesn't stick around for your time of need. A fair-weather friend. But here's the thing. I know my shit's all fucked up. I'm kind of really good at not letting it show through, but a lot of days (especially since I broke up with my long-term partner) I feel like I'm barely holding it together. It feels like a monumental effort to exist and do the things that I need to do to keep a roof over my head. I just got a new job and I'm three days in and I've cried from just the stress of learning these new things on pretty much each of those days. Every day I've gotten out of bed for this new job I've had to sort of patronizingly pat myself on the back and tell myself "I'm literally being so brave right now."

But my mental health issues don't manifest in the same way as that friend of mine. I don't start spiraling and demanding validation from my friends while simultaneously shooting down any attempts at providing said validation from my friends. If I were to express how I feel, I know that I'd be a whole lot less tedious to deal with than my friend when she's having one of her patented meltdowns. So then, back to my initial question: why, knowing this, do I still decide that I should just keep my issues to myself, be self-reliant, not trouble any others with my shit? As trite as it is, is this some toxic masculinity bullshit that's managed to stick with me even as I've been living as an openly trans woman for years? Is it an impenetrable emotional barrier I've built up around myself for my own survival as a trans woman who lives in the country? Fucked if I know. I prioritize the mental health of my friends before my own. That much I know. Maybe it's because of how it feels like I'm barely holding myself together. I project that onto my friends. Maybe it's selfishness; I don't go to others with my problems because when others come to me with their problems, it often drains me beyond my capacity to deal with that kind of stuff, because so much of my energy is already spent on keeping a lid on my own shit. That's not to say that if a friend comes to me and is like "hey I'm having a real shitty day" I send them away because I don't want them to harsh my vibe. I'll be a friend, I'll console them. Because again, isn't that what friends are for in the first fucking place?

I think you should be able to lean on me from time to time. I would much rather that my friends be able to work through their shit with me than I never have to deal with the emotional exhaustion that comes with it. Fuck, prior to me getting this new job, when I was still relishing in my glorious NEET lifestyle, I spent basically 3-4 whole days on voice call with my friend who was quitting nicotine and was going through the nastiest parts of withdrawal. She was such a bitch during that time, understandably so, but I put up with it. Because good friends don't run away when times get tough. But I keep my own emotions, my own problems under such close guard that it's often detrimental in any deeper interpersonal relationships such as romance or with family. Maybe it's because growing up I had like, -1 friends? Am I just so grateful (is that even the right word?) to have friends that I'll bend over backwards to avoid doing literally anything that might drive them away? I'm not as insecure as my aforementioned friend, I won't think a friend hates me if they so much as decline to hang out with me, but man, when I do something to upset someone I regard as a friend, it's the fucking worst. So then, it doesn't even matter that friends are all like, "oh you can talk to me." Not if part of me is still convinced that if I bum them out with my problems, they'll stop wanting to hang out with me.

Just... fuck, I dunno, man. I have got to figure out how to allow myself to be even just a little bit more open and vulnerable. I would benefit greatly from it, as would my hypothetical future partners.

I'd also like to add that I don't think that I'm the only one in the world who feels like this. I'm sure there are thousands. Probably millions, actually. Hell, maybe even billions. Maybe most of everyone on this spinning blue space marble feels the same. I am not unique, nor am I special, at the very least not in this regard. I guess if any of my 0 followers see this and feel similarly or have felt similarly in the past, I'd be happy to commiserate together, or perhaps more productively, hear your advice for how to stop being so guarded all the time, if you have any wisdom to share when it comes to this.

The best solution I've come up with so far is to start up this blog and just pour my thoughts out onto the keyboard stream of consciousness style. This way if anyone chooses to follow me—and the point of this blog is certainly not to get followers—they've basically consented to being exposed to my bitching and moaning.

My friend wants to hang out now, so I guess this is the end of the post. Maybe I'll vent again, maybe I'll forget this blog exists and never touch it again. Who knows?

#vent #2023-06-28

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hello love!! i love your account and got so excited when i saw that you take ship requests!!! could i please request ships for the walking dead and teen wolf? my name is noelle & i’m a bisexual cis female. i’m also an entp & gryffindor! i LOVE to travel & i value experiences over possessions. my family is the most important part of my life & it’s hard for me to live so far from them. i’m a people person and a “sigma female,” but i enjoy having some quiet time to myself. i think i’m pretty kind & caring, but do not cross me 👀 also, my dream job is either a comedian or working in film <3 i’m also considered the funny one who would do anything for a laugh & the ‘wild child.’ i like to go out and party a lot with friends. i also struggle/have struggled with substance abuse & various eating disorders. i love to read and write (especially scripts & poetry). i love to make mixtape cds and i also enjoy going on spontaneous adventures! i have a navel piercing, a sagittarius arrow tattoo below my neck & my style is very 70s mixed with early 2000s. i thrift pretty much everything i own. i’m 5’3 & have darker blonde hair with blue eyes, i’m pretty chubby but i have an ass that won’t quit (: thank you so so much!! ❤️

I’m so sorry this took this long but thank you and of course!!

Your TWD ship is…. Abraham/Tara!

I ship you with Abraham because he as well, is a funny person & is very spontaneous. He also is very protective of his friends and considers them family. He also can party anytime and I think this would be a very compatible relationship. I get fire/air sign vibes from Abraham so you being a Sagittarius ♐️ is good news. As for your ass…. Ima leave it at that he’s totally an ass man.

Tara is also into girls & I find her to be caring and funny as well. She is a bit heavier then the other girls but none the less she’s just as beautiful and does not judge. She would totally be down for any trip you’d want to do and I feel she would love your clothes and probably “borrow” some.

Your Teen Wolf Ship is…. Scott Mccall!

He is always doing something random/crazy throughout the show and seems to like the girls that are caring and sweet. I also know Scott is really good at helping people and could totally help you with your substance abuse problems. He would like that you like to have a good time and be down with partying but he also enjoys the quiet time you guys have more. You’re also really funny and with you and Stiles around he’d probably never be able to stop laughing so that also makes a good match for him to see you get along with his best friend.

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can you do something about pete being asked about the reader in an interview (if you write for pete)

Pete Davidson X Reader

Summary: Pete Davidson gets asked about (Y/N) on live TV

Vibe: Fluff w/ mentions of sex but no actual sex

Word Count: 721

Note: N/A

"Please welcome comedian and actor, Pete Davidson!" Jimmy Fallon announced standing up out of his seat, the crowd cheered and clapped as Pete walked out from backstage with a goofy smile on his face.

After giving Jimmy a brief hug he waved to the crowd as he made his way over to the chair next to Jimmy's desk.

"Thank you for being here, we appreciate you coming on again." Jimmy said as the crowds cheering settled down and he sat back down in his own seat.

"Thanks for having me!" Pete replied. "So let's just get right into this" Jimmy said smirking as he turned to Pete, the crowd, knowing exactly what Jimmy was going to ask about, started cheering once again.

"So your good friend Machine Gun Kelly posted a video to his Instagram story yesterday and caught in the background was you and (Y/N) sharing a kiss..." Jimmy started.

"Oh my god Colson" Pete sighed, shaking his head. Pete had no clue his best friend had posted on Instagram that night, it was supposed to be a small get together between Pete, (Y/N), Colson, and Megan.

They had all decided on a little double date movie night at Colson and Megan's house to celebrate Pete and (Y/N) officially starting their relationship. Colson just happened to catch them at a bad time, they had shared a small kiss when Pete just got back to the couch after getting a snack, and of course Colson decided to take the video then.

"We actually have the video right here." Jimmy said, pointing to the screen behind Pete. Pete turned his head to watch the video along with the rest of the audience.

The video displayed a view of the entire living room, showing the large TV screen that was playing the newest 'Spiderman' movie, the coffee table that was covered with snacks and drinks, and then finally, the couch. Mistakenly, the camera caught Pete pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s lips.

The crowd began cheering once again as a rosy color spread across Pete's cheeks as he tried to mask the smile that was fighting to takeover his face.

"So tell us, Pete, what's going on between you and (Y/N)." Jimmy asked.

"I mean, fuck, I guess I can't deny it since everyone just saw it. Me and (Y/N) have been dating for a couple weeks now." Pete laughed as he talked.

"And how's that going?" Jimmy asked, irking for more information.

"It's going good. (Y/N) is awesome and she matches my personality so well. Is that what you people want to hear?" Pete said, he was trying not to seem too sentimental and soft but it was hard when it was talking about someone he loves so much.

"So how did you two meet?" Jimmy asked, knowing exactly what everyone watching wanted to know.

"We actually met through Colson. He's been with friends with her for years, and coincidentally I've had a crush on her for years." Pete said laughing at himself before continuing, "He invited us both to his album release dinner and of course, he made sure we were assigned to sit next to eachother and we pretty much hit it off right away." Pete said, trying not to give away too many details, but Jimmy wasn't gonna let him off easy.

"When you say you hit it off right away, what do you mean by that?" Jimmy asked.

"You're on your A-game today, huh Jimmy?" Pete said and Jimmy just chuckled, wanting Pete to answer the question.

"She's gonna kill me for telling this story, but I'm gonna do it anyway. So we obviously started talking because we were sitting right next to each other, and let's just say we both get the same way when we're drunk... a little... frisky if you will. And yeah, you all know how the rest goes." Pete said laughing at the story, it was an odd meeting story, but he was a man of the people.

"Wow, okay Pete, thank you for that." Jimmy said, sounding surprised that that's how they met.

"You're so welcome Jimmy!" Pete started, looking at Jimmy, "And (Y/N), I'm sorry for telling that story, I love you, don't kill me." Pete said, cheesily smiling at the camera.

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #smut #request

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player interactions!!

Okay so this is the whole list of people ive met and the brief interactions.

Kurtis Macdermid: his is very quiet, and kinda shy. He so so nice and will remember your name if you tell him. Ive met him a few times and hes always giggly and laughing at things people are saying. The last time i met him was right after he shave his beard into the full mustache he had going for this birthday and he pulled out of the lot with devon and rolls the passenger side window down and says my name then strokes the stache and says

“You like the stache?”

So hes a giant teddy bear and i adore him. Also his car smells good.

Devon Toews: this man is whole comedian, making jokes and making everyone laugh every single time ive met him. Usually in the car with Kurtis, (devon drives). He also sticks his whole head out of his window for pictures which is fun. Hes funny and super sweet to the kids especially.

Andre Burakovsy: this man drives the nicest car ive ever seen in person and he is kinda quiet but always sweet. Has apologized on multiple occasions for not having the time to stop and take pictures. The first time i met him (it was on his birthday) there was a small patch of ice near where i had been standing and i had my room resting on top of it and when he walked out and i heard his voice i shifted my weight wrong and almost slipped on the ice. He laughed at me and told me to be careful.

The most recent time i met him he walked down the lot till he got to where a few of us were and just stood and sighed and talked for a while. His accent is precious and he smells super expensive but like intoxicatingly so.

Cale Makar: I am convinced this man is an angel, like not joking at all. He stopped to sign for an old man that was in town to get something avs related for his wife (i will sob) and he drove out and took a ton of time talking and signing for this man and being extremely sweet before doing the same for everyone else. So here is how our interaction went.

*I walk up to his window and introduce myself*

“Hey how are you?” He was SMILING.

“Good good cale thank you so much for stopping” “Yeah no worries, by the way, your name is super pretty” *Me fully about to die* “thank you, i like it” *he laughed, we took a picture and he looked at me* “It was nice to meet you cale” “Yeah nice meeting you” DID YOU KNOW IM IN LOVE WITH HIM?!?

Erik Johnson: hes quiet and nice, signs and leans all the way out of his car to talk and take photos. Super sweet and you don’t feel like you are in a rush to get to him or get done. He feels very very familiar? In the weirdest way possible?? Like it felt like ive known him for a long long time??? IDK?? So we took a picture and he said “Hey that looks pretty good” and i laughed because god bless that man is HOT and as he was about to pull away after checking to make sure no one else needed anything i looked at him and said

“EJ please buckle your seatbelt before you pull off” He locked eyes with me grabbed his belt “promise” then BUCKLED HIMSELF IN AND LEFT.

Alex Newhook: Newy and i have met a few times and he is just like such a dude? If that makes sense? Like he doesnt give off hockey player vibes at all, he gives off college best friend vibes which is sick. Sometimes he rides with a Bo or Nak which is fun because they are funny together. The first time i met him i was just hanging out on his side of the truck he drives while people were talking and taking pictures with Nak and we were just talking and i asked him where his favorite place to go was during the season and he said boston and then asked if i had ever been. I told him no because the farthest east i have been is chicago and he looks at me and goes

“We should go” HUH?!?

Then the most recent he got out of his car and hugged me and remembered my name and brought up going to boston as a joke.

This is the sweetest child alive i SWEAR.

Josh Manson: big. Thats it. Just big. He asked me how tall i was when i was standing next to him, then called me short in a super sweet joking away. Accidentally matched his shoes to the color of his pants and didnt notice till i pointed it out. Hes super cool and like has puppy energy and laughs at just about everything you say and i adore him so so much.

Logan O’Connor: another one that was just super sweet and charming. made a few jokes a out his car and how messy it was. i told him his hair looked soft and he like half offered to let me touch it but i definitely did not. then after i walked away i was talking a few others about him being “boyfriend material” and he heard me and half leaned out his window and goes

“thanks!”

Nico Sturm: very cute accent and kinda had nate like features. i met him the first home practice after the calgary game when he almost got hurt and i had my hand on the window sill of his car and just told him he scared me and i hoped he was okay and i swear this man put his hand over mine and said “i’m good are you okay i don’t like scaring you”

Mikko Rantenan: okay so i havent met him fully yet but he yelled at telling me he was hungry and not stopping because he wanted Chipotle? because hes a big hungry boy? that was the funniest part of my day?

Nathan Mackinnon: this one is a lot. I kinda blacked out? Like just a little? He has the bluest eyes iver ever seen, the are as clear blue as you could ever ever imagine and he tries HARD for eye contact. I complimented his car and he like rubbed over the steering wheels and goes “thanks i just got it washed” (dork)

When i walked up the his window he goes “Nothing to sign?” And i just shook my head and said “not today just wanted to grab a picture or two”

“Okay that works” After taking them he asked for my name and when i told him he just nodded which i think is weird but whatever. So i thanked him and walked away and he goes

“Nice to meet you” and used my name.

Everyday i regret every second of that interaction (fml)

#colorado avalanche #avs #nathan mackinnon #devon toews #kurtis macdermid #cale makar #josh manson #erik johnson #ej #alex newhook #andre burakovsky #player interactions.#mikko rantanen

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okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

#anonymous #yeah this is a roast of erwin a bit but im right i know i am #aot x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #armin x reader #erwin x reader #porco x reader #aot headcanons

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Honestly I think it was for the best that minecraft monday ended. The general atmosphere of both the participants and viewers, whether intentional or not, was pretty toxic. It had a lot of potential and forged many anticipated collabs and even friendships (aka phil, techno, wilbur etc) but the toxicity killed the hype. It's pretty much universally agreed that the best week was the last week when the event got cancelled. When the best week is the week when there wasn't even a tournament you (1/?)

don’t apologise anon, i live for this sorta stuff. but imma be real...i’m probably not the most impartial person when it comes to minecraft monday. i have a lot of nostalgia for it, and tbh it remains my all time favourite minecraft event even today. that’s for three main reasons:

1) the timing and the roster. it happened right after minecraft started getting massive again, and was organised by a dude who (while a dickhead) has a lot of contacts. as a result, the MCM roster was a really weird mashup of creators from dozens of different areas, very few of whom actually knew each other. it was sort of like throwing a ton of comedians who have never met before into a room and telling them to hang out together every week. compare that to MCC; at this point, all the creators mostly know each other and have inside jokes. this makes it a lot more companiable, sure, but in MCM we got to watch them all forge their own inside jokes in real time. seeing everyone go from having no idea who Technoblade was to running from him in terror, everyone’s collective hatred of Find The Button, making fun of Keemstar, Bajan and Jerome in second, Chris beating Techno, Dolan and Grandayy vibing in last place...we really got to watch these guys get to know each other, and that was nice.

plus, the teams were always a surprise: nowadays we’re used to weird crossovers in mcyt, but back then seeing Pewdiepie and James Charlie’s play minecraft together was bloody strange af. remember how weird it was when Pokimane was thrown into the Wilbur Tommy Tubbo dynamic? yeah, that was literally every week of MCM.

2) the vibe. one of the biggest issues with MCM was that it had the format of a Very Serious Competition while having a roster mostly made out of comedians. there was a cash prize, professional commentators, and it was expected to be a serious event similar to its brother, Fortnite Friday. you know that metaphor of shoving a bunch of comedians who’ve never met together in a room and telling them to go wild? now add the fact that the room has Very Serious Rules and a Very Serious Goal, but the comedians are more interested in fucking around with each other and making fun of the dude who runs the room than they are in reaching that goal. so when they broke the game? it was unexpected, and felt like we were breaking the rules, and so it was a lot more funny.

for example, Laake was the main mod for MCM, and in the beginning he was Very Serious. he very rarely spoke in chat, and when he did it was for the progression of the game. over time, though, we got to see him be worn down; the competitors just kept pestering him until he started joking around with them, and eventually his additions in chat were some of the best parts of the event. especially when he made fun of Keem, who was this sort of omniscient figure that hung over everyone and represented the serious event that MCM was supposed to be, but all the competitors just laughed at. compare that again to MCC; all the mods are friends with Scott, who’s a legitimately good guy and very willing for the event to be laid back and chill. as a result, when the mods banter in chat we don’t get that feeling of ‘sticking it to the man’, and we don’t feel like the rules are being bent. that part of the fun is taken away. watching MCM sorta felt like watching the class clowns screw up a big school assembly while the teacher looked away, and that was fantastic

3) bro, mcm was scuffed as hell. i ain’t gonna argue with that; it was poorly made and poorly maintained, run by a narcissist who had no idea how to play the game, and there were some really toxic competitors. but this just added to the charm. go back to the room metaphor; now the comedians in the Very Serious Room have found a ton of loopholes in the room’s Very Serious Rules, and are just exploiting them and laughing about it. hundreds of thousands of people are watching the Very Serious Room, but now all the competitors are stuck underground and can’t actually complete the goal, or some of the competitors have escaped the Room and are sitting on a nearby wall, and seeing it fail so colossally is funny because it’s supposed to be so Serious. it’s like when Techno broke bingo and build mart in MCC, or Dre in the iron doors, but it literally happened every week and felt like some sorta taboo

as for the toxicity, that was definitely an issue ethically, but no one actually ever took it too seriously. every week you watched you didn’t know if it would go smoothly or if it would get hacked halfway through and blown to pieces. you didn’t know if the underdogs would pull through and everyone would be happy, or if it would end with Ninja rage quitting, a6d beefing with Keem on twitter, or XQC telling Techno to suck his “wrinkly, hairy, smelly nutsack”? every week was a surprise, and expanded on the lore, and MCC can’t really compare there

you mentioned the fact that the last week is considered one of the best, and I agree, but consider this; if MCC was hacked and a few of the competitors went to hang out in Hypixel, would it be nearly as memorable? no, because all the players already know each other, and we like the organisers too much to laugh at the fact they messed up bad enough to have their server blown up, and having the server blown up doesn’t feel like something so bizarrely stupid. but in MCM? it was bloody iconic.

if there’s a season 2? it won’t have the same charm. i already know that. but still...i’d like to see them give it a go

tldr; i love MCC but it’s too competent to compare. MCM was a shit show and that was the best part of it. we all hate the gnome

also this is significantly longer than expected, if you made it this far i love you and i’m sorry

#mcyt #long post #minecraft monday #minecraft championship #minecraft championships #technoblade #wilbur soot #wilbursoot #ph1lza #philza #keemstar #minecraft #oh god this is so much longer than expected i’m sorry

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Carabosse et la Fee des Lilas

Prompt: 💋Drag

Pairing: Adam/Male Detective, Bonus Found Family Vibes~

Words: 5,346

Summary: Tina spends some quality time with Arlo and Unit Bravo as they prepare for Wayhaven's first real Pride festival, Tina torments her best friend and his maybe-boyfriend (as is her god-given right), and Arlo has a big think about his favorite role and what that role allowed him to explore~

CW for references to transmisogyny and implications of past trans/homophobia

Sometimes, Tina wonders if Arlo missed his true calling. His hands are surgeon-steady as he pencils delicate patterns onto Felix’s cheeks, outlining with white eyeliner in preparation to fill them in with bold colors and glitter. Tina almost can’t wait for her turn, even though Felix looks like he’s in real, physical pain with the effort of holding as still as possible. She’s no stranger to that struggle herself.

Neither is she a stranger to Arlo’s forceful, if toothless, threats, overcome as she is by fondness when he growls that he's going to draw a mustache on Felix’s face with permanent marker if he doesn’t stop bloody bouncing.

It’s pretty fun to watch from the outside. Sure, when you first sit down when he’s like this—all sharp and snappish and “stop moving or I’ll chuck you out the window”—it’s hard to keep still, but Arlo’s got this sort of quiet intensity to him when he’s focusing on something that’s oddly meditative. He’s just a soothing presence, really. Like a capybara or something. He’s friend-shaped.

Whatever weird magic it is, it’s definitely catching, because Felix looks less like he’s about to burst, like he did when Arlo was putting down the foundation, and more like he’s enjoying the attention. Tina’s not sure how long it’s going to last, seeing as Felix has given her a run for her money in the “manic energy” department, and he’s nowhere near as caffeinated as she is at any given time, but for the time being, he’s (mostly) still and quiet.

There’s music playing, quiet enough that the broody one (she knows his name, but it seems to bug him when she calls him "the broody one," which is funny, so—) only grumbled about it for a few minutes when Arlo turned it on, and even seems to enjoy sitting close enough to Arlo’s stupidly fancy stereo system to, she guesses, feel the rumble of the bass through the floor. Vampires are weird.

Anyway, it’s Arlo’s usual sad goth boy nonsense, but as quiet as it is, and with its intense instrumentals and rumbling vocals, it’s pleasant background noise more than anything.

Nate (the handsome and charming one, because of course all Arlo’s vampire friends are handsome, so she has to differentiate between them somehow) is rifling through Arlo’s bookshelf like it’s his job, and visibly struggling to pick something to read, because Arlo’s sitting room bookshelf (the one she found at a yard sale three hours away and lashed to the top of her sedan with every single bungee cord she could find at the local hardware store because it was coffin-shaped, for god's sake) is where he keeps all his weirdo occult stuff to, quote, “make people who pop by unannounced leave faster.”

And then there’s the big, handsome, stupidly fit blonde Arlo still won’t call his boyfriend, even though they’re so obvious it’s sickening, and she means that with all the love in her heart. He’s sitting in the armchair by the bookshelf, positioned so he can look like he’s reading one of Arlo’s old music magazines and totally isn’t taking advantage of the perfect line of sight of Arlo perched on the end of his coffee table so he’s not too tall to work on Felix, sitting in a chair from the kitchen. Tina sure hopes he doesn’t think he’s subtle, being a super special vampire secret agent and all.

He seems to notice her eyeing him, at least, and keeps his attention pinned firmly on the magazine, though he is definitely not reading a single word. Nate keeps browsing, the Broody One keeps brooding, Arlo keeps working, and Felix starts to hum. Arlo gives him a sharp look, but it doesn’t seem to be moving his face in any major way, so he just rolls his eyes and keeps tracing pretty patterns onto that unfairly smooth, dark skin. Do vampires do skin care? They probably don’t even need to, and that’s probably one of the reasons people like to villainize them. It always comes down to jealousy, doesn’t it?

She sighs, loudly enough that every eye in the room turns to her, and while she did not expect the sudden attention, she knows she can at least use it to entertain herself. She homes in on Adam, and smiles when she finally looks at the magazine he’s still valiantly pretending to read. There’s a familiar man on the cover, and while she can’t be bothered to remember his name, she grins. “Oh, hey! Arlo, he’s reading the one with the guy who looks like you!”

Arlo doesn’t even look up, but he huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes again. He’s going to give himself a headache if he keeps that up.

The comment does exactly what she wants it to, which is draw the attention of all the other vampires. Arlo even begrudgingly pulls the pencil away from Felix’s cheek so he can take a look, and he immediately bursts out laughing.

“Arlo!” he exclaims, slapping at Arlo’s knee. “You didn’t tell us you had a twin!”

Nate chuckles (warm and rich and handsome, if a sound can be called handsome) and turns from the shelf to study the magazine curiously himself. Even the Broody One peers over to see, a little smirk curling his permanently-scowling mouth.

“Considering he was born in the sixties, I definitely don’t,” Arlo drawls. “Tina’s been making that joke since we were kids. She’s just happy she’s got an audience who hasn’t heard it twelve times a week since she first saw my old Type O Negative poster.”

“Some jokes just get better with time,” Tina says archly. “Like a fine wine.”

“And some jokes age like milk,” Arlo fires back.

Adam tilts the magazine so he can look for himself, and his dour expression clouds over even more, brows furrowing and mouth twisting. He peers up at Arlo, studying him, then down again.

Got you. “Yeah, you’re right,” Tina says, nodding sagely at him. “Arlo’s much prettier.”

It has exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Arlo drops his eyeliner pencil and makes a strangled noise, glowering at her with his cute freckly cheeks going all red, and Adam, who is a good bit paler than Arlo, goes pink from the crewneck of his just-this-side-of-too-tight tee shirt to his hairline. Tina wants to punch the air as the other vampires snicker at them. Well, except for Nate. Nate’s not a snickerer. He chortles. It’s adorable.

“Speaking of pretty!” Felix crows once they’ve all had a laugh at their fearless leader’s expense. He points to his own face with both hands, dancing in his chair, and Arlo sighs and rolls his eyes again, bending to pick up the dropped pencil. Luckily, the tip isn’t broken, so he can get right back to work, once he’s given the young vampire a moment to get his wiggles out. He settles, sitting on his hands and pursing his lips when Arlo gives him a dry look. He hovers back in with the pencil, and then Felix blurts out, “How’d you get so good at this anyway? Well, I assume you’re good at it. I haven’t seen it yet.”

Arlo doesn’t say anything. He just looks at him, pencil poised, until Felix pinches his mouth shut with a quick little apology. Once Arlo’s satisfied his canvas is actually going to hold still and keep quiet, he gets back to it. “My school was pretty small, especially compared to the bigger-name performing arts schools out there,” he says after a moment of quiet focus, tracing the outline of a heart around one of Felix’s eyes. “Our department didn’t really have a huge budget, and workspace was at a premium too. We didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for performances before someone else had to use the theatre, so we all did our own makeup at once, for the most part. Sometimes we’d help each other out, because we all had our strengths and weaknesses.”

He pulls back the pencil, squinting critically at the heart like it’s not completely perfect. “Demi was the best at laying the groundwork, and at matching colors to our costumes and complexions. Viv was the best at coming up with concepts and making sure we looked like a matching set. Wendi could do insane prosthetics, and was the best at bullying our department head into giving us the money for them. I had the steadiest hands, so I always did the eyes and the details.”

“Was Wendi the one who did your Dracula look?” Tina gasps. “That one was so cool!”

“Dracula?” Felix blurts. Tina doesn’t miss how the others perk up with interest too.

Arlo glares at him, and he shrinks back with a sheepish little grin. “Yeah, we did Dracula, uh… second year, I think? That was when Tilly transferred in and started doing our choreography. She’s the one who got Professor Dacey to let us do less classical stuff and start branching out a bit.” He glances briefly at Tina, staunchly ignoring the way Felix pouts at him for dividing his attention. “And, yeah, Wendi did the prosthetics for that one.”

“She’s got to be magic,” Tina asserts. “She managed to make your sweet, mopey face look so scary.”

Felix and Mason both snicker at that, and Arlo’s mouth goes all lemon-sour pinchy, like it always does when she calls him a sad puppy man, or any variation thereof.

“Take a lap,” Arlo says to Felix. “Don’t touch your face.” He jerks his head at Tina when Felix bolts to his feet and starts zooming around the flat to get out some of his energy. “Your turn, if you’re done being a comedian.”

“I’m never done,” she says with a sunny smile, but she bounces over to take Felix’s place in the chair and closes her eyes serenely so he can start on her makeup.

“And, God, do I know it,” he grumbles under his breath, knowing full well she can hear him, and so can everyone else in the room, too.

“Do you have pictures?” Felix hollers. He’s dipped into Arlo’s studio, and he’s making no secret of rifling through the desk in there, drawers slamming and paper rustling.

Arlo tips his head back so when he sighs, loud and dramatically long-suffering, he’s not blowing his breath right in Tina’s face. She appreciates the gesture. “Bottom right drawer,” he calls back, resignation thick in his voice. Given how long he’s been putting up with Tina—and Felix might just be Tina’s second platonic soulmate (Arlo, of course, being the first)—he already knows that keeping quiet is just prolonging the inevitable. Tina opens her eyes briefly to see Felix come sailing out of the studio with a thick leather-bound album held triumphantly over his head.

“Oh, I haven’t seen that in years!” she coos happily.

Arlo bops her on the forehead pointedly with a sponge covered in foundation, and she closes her eyes obediently.

She hears Arlo’s antique sofa creak as Felix plops down onto it, rifling through the plastic pages. “Aw,” he whines, “no baby pictures?”

“I can’t imagine him ever being a baby,” Mason snorts, and he sounds closer than he was before. Tina knows better than to open her eyes while Arlo’s in the zone, though. He’ll bop her with something less soft than a sponge next time. “I figured he’s just always been a giant.”

Felix laughs, high and chiming. “No wonder Agent Priestley’s always so sour, then,” he says. Tina giggles, and it becomes an inelegant snort when Arlo bops her again on the nose.

“Ask Rebecca if you want to see my baby pictures,” Arlo mutters blandly, and Tina can feel the weight of his attention. “I doubt she has many after age two, and the ones before I’ve barely seen.”

Tina’s not a super-special supernatural secret agent, but she tries with all her might to will someone to change the subject before things get weird. Now’s as good a time as any to learn telepathy.

Felix, heart of her heart, interrupts what’s shaping up to be a real prize winner of an awkward silence with a loud gasp. “Woah!” he exclaims, and pages crinkle as he presumably holds up the book for Arlo to see. “Who’s this? Did you do her makeup too?”

Arlo’s hair rustles as he turns his head away from her, and then the hand on her cheek freezes. Tension radiates through every inch of his body, practically leaching into hers. She cautiously opens one eye, and sees Arlo sitting up impeccably straight, stiff as a board and staring at Felix like a deer in the headlights. He swallows so hard she can see his throat move. “Um,” he says, stilted and strange. “Yeah. I did.”

Tina opens both eyes and squints at the photo album. Oh.

Felix looks at the sudden strain in the way Arlo is sitting, the tightness of his posture, and looks quizzically down at the picture again.

Tina remembers that performance. She remembers Arlo dancing (ha) around the subject when she asked him teasingly if he was going to be playing the prince, who was the lead, was he excited to kiss a pretty girl?

She can’t remember the character’s name, not so many years after the fact, especially since they were all weird classical nonsense, either Latin or French or some mishmash of the two. But she remembers the costume. She remembers waiting with bated breath to see Arlo onstage, to stand and scream and cheer obnoxiously loud in support of her best friend. She shot to her feet the second she saw his obvious silhouette rise from a feather-bedecked black chariot, head and shoulders taller than anyone else onstage. The music swelled, lightning flashed, and then when the spotlight hit him, she was so stunned she plopped right back into her seat with her jaw on the floor.

Arlo’s always been one of those guys that straddled the line between pretty and handsome. Long, lustrous hair and eyelashes she would kill for, cheekbones that could kill, a defined jaw, a proud nose, and intense eyes she could only call sultry—if she hadn’t known him since they were both weird, gawky brats, she’d probably be half in love with him before figuring out she wasn’t his cup of tea. But seeing him onstage was always an adventure. He threw himself into whatever character he played, put his everything into them, from the costume to the makeup to the performance. He just became the character, and in a way that was so very Arlo, all that intensity and focus channeled into an act that completely stole the show, in Tina’s humble and completely unbiased opinion.

Carabosse! That was her name!

Carabosse was no different.

Arlo’s makeup was flawless, ghost-white foundation giving him intense Morticia Addams vibes, contouring that made his cheekbones look absolutely unreal, bold black (or maybe really dark purple?) lipstick and shiny, smoky eyeshadow that made him look ethereal and wicked, with a daggerpoint cat-eye that she spent an hour begging him to teach her after the show. When he turned his head in a sharp, birdlike motion to look down his nose at the dancers playing the King and Queen, she gasped at the way his hair rippled down his back, shiny-black and woven with actual feathers that trailed back from the ornate metal circlet resting on his brow like a bird’s crest. The costume was breathtaking, too, a tightly corseted bodice and a high collar, a dramatically billowing skirt and trailing, feathered sleeves that flared like wings whenever he moved.

And the way he moved! Arlo’s dancing changed with every role, whatever he felt would suit the character. One of her favorites was always his Hans-Peter (she had a soft spot for that one, and had ever since she was little—one of the first Christmas gifts her stepmom had ever given her was little storybook version of The Nutcracker that came with a CD) because his dancing was so stiff and stridently mechanical, he looked like a real toy soldier come to life. But his villains moved with a slinking, predatory prowl she’d only ever seen in monster movies, and never in something like a ballet. His Carabosse was as beautiful as she was terrifying, and it was incredible to watch. She wanted to fling herself at him after the show and babble at him endlessly like she always did, but she spent a solid minute staring at him slack-jawed, until he shifted awkwardly and looked down, and the confident intimidation of the Wicked Fairy sloughed away to reveal Arlo underneath.

He almost melted into the floor with relief when she finally startled to babble.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and he takes a slow, deep breath, offering Felix a strained smile. “Take a closer look, mate,” he says quietly.

Felix does. He looks up and squints at Arlo, and then back down at the photo. Tina has to bite her lip so she doesn’t laugh when he looks over at Adam, still holding the magazine with that metal singer that kind of looks like Arlo on it, and then back at Arlo. His mouth drops open into a little o, and he shoots to his feet and shouts, “No way!”

Mason was allowed his name back briefly, but he goes right back to Broody One when he grimaces at Felix and slinks pettishly back to his corner.

Arlo’s shoulders are practically around his ears, but he tries to keep smiling. “Yeah. Sleeping Beauty. Fourth year. I was the Wicked Fairy.”

“He was amazing,” Tina declares, shoulders back and chin tipped up challengingly. “The costume was insane, but the way he played her was absolutely, ridiculously badass.”

“You look awesome!” Felix blurts, still gawking down at the photo. He flips to the next page, and squeaks happily when he finds more pictures, from different angles, showing off the costume, the way Arlo loomed over the other dancers, the way he commanded the stage. Tina should really find out who took the pictures and send them her thanks, because they really put in the work. “Your makeup, your dress, your hair! How’d you even do that?”

Arlo laughs, and it sounds so utterly relieved, Tina’s heart breaks a little. Arlo’s always been sensitive, and for someone who dresses and holds himself the way he does, he worries more than he lets on what people think of him. Especially people he cares about. She squeezes his shoulder again, and he bites his lip when he glances back at her and smiles hesitantly.

“A lot of wire, and enough hairspray to choke a bloody cow,” he says, twisting around and slinging his long legs over the coffee table so he can face the sofa. “I think we bought every bag of black feathers the craft store had, and then spent an entire weekend painting them with this stupidly expensive embossing powder. We had to get, like, ten pots of the stuff, because the craft store only had pots the size of a quarter.”

“I admire your dedication,” Nate says pleasantly, strolling over to peer over Arlo’s shoulder. They tighten just a bit before relaxing slowly. “That costuming is superb. I’ve seen professional productions that weren’t half so detailed.”

“That would be Viv’s work,” Arlo laughs, looking down at the pictures fondly. “She took whatever cheap garbage the department had for us, raided the nearest clearance fabric rack, and worked her magic. The employees at that little craft store loved and hated us in equal measure.”

Arlo is still tense, but he’s loosening up little by little, and with him Tina does too. The easy camaraderie is soothing, and she knows how much Arlo cares about his vampire friends, so it’s got to be a huge weight off his shoulders to be able to let his guard down around them. He deserves that. He deserves to be able to be himself.

Adam standing up draws Arlo’s attention like nothing else could, and he freezes like a startled rabbit again looking up at the burly blonde vampire as he approaches the sofa. He looks a split second from bolting. Tina sits up straighter and gives Adam her most daring look, squaring her shoulders to make it perfectly clear she's ready to fight the second he opens his mouth. She’ll definitely lose, sure, but she’ll make as much trouble as she can before she goes down.

He reaches out, his hand hesitating before it touches the album’s glossy page, and he looks up at Arlo with a questioning tilt to his brows. Arlo looks like he’s barely breathing, but he nods, and Adam slips one of the pictures from its sleeve. He straightens his spine, shoulders back, holding the photo and studying it carefully. His face is impossible to read, about as expressive as a bloody brick wall. Tina’s vibrating with nervous energy. She’ll fight a vampire, though. She will.

When Adam does finally speak, his voice comes out so softly Tina almost doesn’t hear it over the adrenaline rushing through her. “You look… striking.”

Striking. Oh my god.

She wants to laugh. They’re ridiculous.

“Thanks,” Arlo chokes out, his cheeks and ears going red this time.

Oh my god. Tina covers her mouth with both hands. Arlo glowers at her. It’s a lot less threatening when he’s blushing like that. “I didn’t say anything,” she mumbles against her palms.

“Your face,” he hisses, and she yelps.

“Oh! Shit!” She pulls her hands away, and he grabs her by the chin to check the damage with a click of his tongue.

Tina thought things would get better once Arlo actually kissed the man (and maybe got a leg over, but that’s only her business when she can finally get Arlo to actually talk about if the big, beefy Adonis is as missionary-with-the-lights-off as he looks) but at least they’re not just staring longingly at each other from across the room and then getting all sad about it anymore . Thankfully, Felix seems to be an old hand at clearing up the weird tension between the two of them, chiming in a delighted, “I’ve never seen you look so scary!” as he rifles through all the pictures from the Sleeping Beauty show. “I mean, you’re pretty scary when you go all furry, but also, you sort of just look like a big lanky puppy, because it’s just you, you know? This is someone else! Who is she! She's so cool!”

Arlo sighs and turns around to fix whatever Tina’s ruined with her foundation, and throws himself back into dolling her up. Thankfully, the actual festival’s not for a while yet. She complained about the unnecessarily early start when Arlo suggested the time, but now she’s glad he’s such a persnickety prick about scheduling. “I had a lot of fun with it,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. “The original script notes said to get, y’know, sort of silly with it, but I wasn’t a big fan of that angle for a character like her. Yeah, I wanted to be campy, but not in the way…” He purses his lips. “Okay, well, Nate probably knows this, but a lot of classical ballets that have a female villains do this thing with them that I hate.” He frowns deeply, patting at Tina’s chin with gentle ferocity. “ An evil female character is supposed to be sort of… sort of a cautionary tale, I guess? Like your typical bitter spinster crone, the old hag, or the wicked stepsisters, things like that. So they’ll specifically cast a male dancer and put them in bright, gaudy facepaint and garish costumes that are supposed to be cartoonish and ugly, that you're supposed to find funny, to show you that this character is bad because she’s indelicate and mannish, and that’s why she’s evil.”

His mouth twists around the words, and he looks up, back at the vampires, leaving Tina a moment to really appreciate that Arlo’s comfortable enough with them to do what he’s only ever really done with her—which is ramble about something he’s passionate about. It’s always fun to watch. He turns back to her, and she just wishes his hands weren’t occupied, because he’s a big hand-talker otherwise. “I got the role because the professor thought it would be funny to stick me in a role like that, being so tall and, y’know,” he gestures vaguely to his faded old band tee and dark jeans, the thick leather cuff around his wrist. Tina doesn’t see what he really means, seeing as he looks cozy and content right now, but she gets what he’s going for. “He was expecting me to be awkward about it. The big, tough guy doing drag as the creepy crone caricature.” He huffs. “I talked with Demi about it, and we decided to say fuck that.” He sits up straighter, tilts up his chin, and looks down his nose at Tina.

She peers up at him, wide-eyed, and suddenly wonders if this is how Demi felt, playing Aurora when Carabosse looked down her nose at her like an insect under her heel.

“I thought Carabosse deserved better,” Arlo says fiercely. “If I was going to be a villain, I was going to be a damned good villain. I was going to tower over all the delicate, dainty little princesses and fairies, and I was going to be fierce. Professor Dacey wanted Aurora, and Candide, and Florine to be the epitome of sweet, delicate femininity, the ideal damsel in any classical show. Carabosse is supposed to be the complete opposite. You’re supposed to root against her, not want to be her. She’s a threat to the idea of womanhood, of the ideal feminine. She’s bold and selfish and she takes what she wants. I leaned into that. I even danced en pointe for parts of it, even though Carabosse isn't supposed to, and between the rehearsals and the actual performance, I thought my feet were gonna fall off, but it was worth it.”

Arlo smiles, and Tina is thrilled by the wickedness of it. She thinks she even sees just a hint of fang. Arlo’s been so careful about showing his teeth, ever since he told her what happened to him, why he disappeared for so long, so it's somehow special for him to feel like he can show her even a hint of what he’s become.

“Professor Dacey was pissed, afterwards, of course,” Arlo laughs, but there’s an edge to it. He seems to shrink. From Arlo to Carabosse to Arlo again. He looks down at his hands as they work on Tina more than at her face. “He didn’t, y’know, say anything he could have gotten fired over, but he did rail about being left out of planning and the budget and all that rot. Got even madder when Demi pointed out we’d spent our own money on the costumes. I think if he was tall enough to look down on me, he would have.” He snorts, a bitter curl to his mouth. Tina thinks of it painted bold, dark purple, thinks of how it would look with those teeth behind it. She wonders if he’d let her do his makeup for the festival. She’s not nearly as good at details as he is, but she’s no slouch either.

“You should have let me put raw fish in his hubcaps,” Tina mutters, just to make Arlo laugh. It works, and she beams at him.

“Would have been a waste of fish,” he mumbles, sucking his teeth. He finally picks up a bright eyeshadow palette and starts waffling over colors. He’s quiet while he deliberates, but after a while, he sighs. “I liked being Carabosse,” he says, like it’s a secret. Like he’s trying very hard not to be ashamed.

“I wish I could have seen it,” Adam says, almost dreamily. Tina could scream. “I— We could have, I mean. All of us. In solidarity.”

“Smooth,” Felix whispers.

“I’m sure it was a phenomenal performance,” Nate adds helpfully. He’s taken the album from Felix to flip through to some of Arlo’s other shows. “The passion you have for your characters shines through in just photos. It’s quite impressive.”

“You should have gone pro,” Tina mutters. “You’d be a household name by now.”

Arlo snorts and bops her with the brush. How many bops is that now? She’s certainly on a roll today. “And who’d keep you in line back here?” he teases.

Tina squints up at him and sticks out her tongue. “Like you’ve ever even tried to keep me in line, you big softie. You love the chaos, just admit it.”

“I’ll admit you to the hospital when you do something stupid and get yourself hurt again, how about that?”

They bicker like children back and forth while Arlo finishes her makeup, a wash of pink, purple, and blue eyeshadow and matching lipstick, overlaid with a lustrous sparkle to her cheekbones and a cute little black heart-shaped beauty mark under one eye. Felix gets a bi flag heart to match her eyeshadow around one eye, and then the rest is a sort of confetti splash of sparkly stars and hearts in every color. Even Nate goes for the bi eyeshadow (Bi-shadow? She should have been saying that this whole time!), making him, Tina, and Felix a matching set, and Mason consents to a very simple pan flag on his cheek. Tina suspects Adam only allows the eyeshadow treatment so he can have Arlo cup his face all tenderly, but she keeps the thought (mostly) to herself. He looks good in pastels, she thinks when she sees the finished blue, pink, and white.

Arlo draws a little heart under his eye too. The heart in Tina's chest almost explodes with warmth.

And then Arlo disappears into the bathroom, leaving the rest of them to entertain themselves while he gets ready on his own. They go through the album some more, and Tina tells them all about her favorite shows, because she went to every single one she could manage, and got Arlo’s school friends to send her videos of the ones she couldn’t. Tina Poname is Arlo Priestley’s number one fan, and that will never change. Not even now that she's got some competition.

When Arlo comes out of the bathroom, they all look up in sync, and he stands there, shifting anxiously from foot to foot under the attention, and lifts his hands in a stilted shrug. “So?” he asks, smiling nervously. He’s changed clothes, too. Tight pants, big boots, a mesh-sleeved black shirt underneath his patch-and-pin-covered denim vest. His wrists jingle with chunky bracelets, and his hair is braided neatly over one shoulder. But his makeup is what really steals the show. That insanely sharp cat-eye, of course, but one eye is done up in blue, pink, and white, and the other in yellow, white, purple, and black. He smiles timidly. “I, uh, I couldn’t really decide on just one,” he says, sticking his gloved hands into the pockets of his vest. “I’m, um, I’m not sure which one’s really right for me yet, I guess?” He shrugs again, and Tina watches delightedly as Adam stands up slowly, his eyes on Arlo with such an awed intensity she wonders if he even remembers there’s other people in the room. Arlo keeps babbling as he approaches, the words tumbling nervously from his black-painted lips. “I sort of like matching with you, Adam, and I know they’re both fine, but I—”

Adam grabs him by the lapels of his jacket, yanks him down to his level, and silences him with a kiss. Tina throws her arms up in the air with an impulsive shriek of “WOO!” that Felix echoes even louder. They high-five over Mason’s head, and he looks like he wants to throw them both out the window. Nate sits by with a pleasant little smile, which only fades when he takes note of the clock.

Adam and Arlo are still kissing, Arlo’s hands cupped around the vampire’s cheeks and Adam clinging to his vest like he'll drown if he lets go. Tina thinks she might see a hint of tongue when Nate loudly clears his throat.

They break apart with an indecent smacking noise, and Tina yelps out a sharp laugh when she sees Arlo’s black lipstick smeared all around Adam’s mouth.

Nate crosses his arms and smiles dryly at them. “Why don’t you two go fix your faces,” he suggests. “The rest of us will make sure the car is packed for the festival.”

“Um, yes. You— We—” Arlo fumbles for a bit, touching his smeared lips, his eyes just a bit dazed. He and Adam look at each other, and then flee for the bathroom together.

Tina’s never been more excited for a festival in her life.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhavensummer #pride in wayhaven #tina poname #adam du mortain #a du mortain #felix hauville #f hauville #specialist agent mason #specialist agent m #nate sewell #n sewell #oc: arlo priestley #pidge writes #HELLO I AM FINISHING THIS AT 3:30 AM #I HAVE MY FIRST DAY OF MY NEW JOB TOMORROW #WISH ME LUCK #this turned out WAY longer than i meant it to but god was it fun #i hope you guys like it as much as i liked writing it #arlo playin w gender expression via ballet is my everything #the costume designs for carabosse can be SO GOOD #but some of them are SO BAD #ballet is like that #its very uuuuh traditional wrt its aesthetics and gender roles #and arlo and his friends were all like 'but what if not'#anyway title is v last minute bc *shrug*#tina gets to be the lilac fairy #i did so much reserach into this ballet y'all #the only thing i didnt do was watch the whole thing #tho i DID find it on yt so i could later....

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Street Dance of China, Season 4, Episode 10

- Ahhh I can’t believe the first competition song was 亂世巨星 by Jordan Chan, one of the two most popular songs from the Young and Dangerous movies (the movies were about gangs in Hong Kong, so most people associate the song with cool looking bad boys). (Actually Huang Zitao ALWAYS requests this song when he wants to look cool lol)

- Okay but the short hair is cute here

- Teacher Zhang’s lesson on how to be a bad boy

- The HK mobster vibes XD

- The Gogo Brothers were in leather jackets, classic bad boy looks :P

- And they danced to 友情歲月, which was the other very famous song from the Young and Dangerous movies too :D

- Taotao said that he was pretty confident in this song (maybe because it was a more emotional one), but he admitted that he found the combo of Xiao Jie and Xiaoji to be annoying.

- Xiaoji is messing around to 囍 that Taotao and Cici had performed last season.

- FKM entertainment duo. Taotao and Cici said that whenever they got really into their practises, the other team would annoy them, so much so that Taotao couldn’t focus and returned to his own studio to work on the choreography lol.

- Henry heard a mistake in the piano music and pointed it out. We call this occupational disease lol.

- Taotao and Cici’s performance was very strong, which was expected, because this is their specialty.

- What makes Xiaoji and Xiao Jie a good duo is that Xiao Jie is very athletic and can keep up with the flips and tricks to match Xiaoji.

- Of course, they wouldn’t be who they were without a little bit of the funnies, no matter how serious their performance is.

- Xiaoji and Xiao Jie ACTUALLY included part of 囍 in their music X’D They really aren’t letting Taotao and Cici live this down

- Baby X3

- Huang Xiao said that Taotao and Cici’s performance was very good, but they were up against two crazies

- Xiao Jie and Xiaoji STILL making fun of Taotao and Cici in the post-performance talk.

- God, Xiao Jie and Xiaoji are so goddamn entertaining. I love that the producers KNOW to give them the mic more, because they KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT!

- Yibo was like, man, Xiaoji has really grown so much during this season, I really did you dirty by not letting you shine more last season, and Xiaoji was like I also wasn’t this good last season lol.

- Momo said MT-Pop and Poppin’C look cute and she’s right.

- The boys stressing lol

- MT says he gets more ideas when he eats so here the bros are munching on some mooncakes. Side note about MT-Pop, the Chinese subtitles always show his name as 阮武明俊 which I’m guessing is his Vietnamese name written in Chinese.

- Poppin’C said he wants the world to know they can be cute. Looking forward >3

- Shitou explained to us what “Boogaloo” included, which was a long suit and wave moves.

- The battle between MT-Pop + Poppin’C vs. Shitou + Acky-san was danced to Peaches (by Justin Bieber). Anyway Poppin’C said they were gonna be cute and it’s already looking that way.

- Their performance was so much fun! The inclusion of the peach tool was nice, especially since they incorporated it in their dance both for dance purposes and for shenanigan purposes :3

- Shitou and Acky-san went with a more serious performance, and their version of the song was a little more chilled out and mature. And they do look very cool :D

- Acky-san trying to do a heart and Shitou missing the memo XD

- Yixing said MT-Pop and Poppin’C’s performance was too cute and the producer played with Poppin’C’s headscarf lol. Then Yixing said that MT-Pop’s expression was like Xiao Yueyue, who I think is a comedian? Basically he had very entertaining expressions, which we knew already.

- Poppin’C had a heart and a peach on his stomach and Yixing was like “I wonder if you’re showing off the pictures or your abs” lol. Why not both?

- Yibo was asked for his opinion last, and he basically said “I endorse all of the above.” And when the producer asked for him to expand on other good points between the times, Yibo was like “they have already been said.” Spoken like a man who wants to say as little as possible.

- Poppin’C describing his discussions with MT-Pop and acting out both of their roles XD MT was like “bro we can use all these cool props” and Poppin’C was like “bro we gotta be SEXY” so I guess he was really excited to show off his abs because he said he’d worked on them for five years XD This guy, the ultimate bro.

- Poppin’C and MT-Pop won, but all the poppers are family on this show X3

- Omg the next song being danced to is Old Town Road. I LOVE that all of these popular songs are being used. I guess it kind of hypes them up for the audience. Also, I love that the dancers edit the music to suit their own style, rather than being stuck with the original soundtrack.

- Bouboo and Tuzi was the first duo. They said that they’d choreographed their performance rather quickly, which didn’t sit well with them, so they tried to add more shenaniganery to make things amusing, including Bouboo being the horse.

- Rochka explained that they went with a Rush Hour theme with a love rivalry storyline lol.

- Tuzi and Bouboo’s performance was basically about Tuzi trying to tame his horse and his horse having none of it

- Lmao the disgust when they realize they’re going to have to fight each other

- In the romantic rivalry story line of their fight, Chika is the girl, who already has a man, Han Yu XD The ship continues sailing into the night lmao

- Of course they play out the gag to the end

- Henry was like “guys, guys, guys, show’s over”

- Bouboo disciplining his student lol

- Poppin’C laughing about Bouboo dressed like a horse ^^;;

- When asked for his opinion, Yixing said “agree with all above observations” lol. Man learns fast.

- And then he cheered for San’er and Rochka because it had Chinese influences (martial arts and Rush Hour). Is he just trying to be a meme of himself? Maybe.

- Cute Yixing

- For the second round of the battle, all of the contestants were wearing Chinese-style clothes and the judges were like wow Yixing this is totally up your alley

- Yixing being like “no matter who wins I will love them.” So easy to please lol.

- I’m also distracted by the fact that he’s wearing an Aries T-shirt despite not being an Aries

- Team selfies

- Producer Zhang at work

- Not gonna lie, ever since I saw that Huang Xiao was in Yixing’s MV for Flying Apsaras, I’ve been more curious about their relationship. Clearly they respect each other a lot, but the fact that they’ve collaborated on multiple occasions is interesting to me.

- Do these guys know the meaning of chill

- The title is something like...”Master Qiao goes fishing, it something wants to, it will take the bait”

- Wait okay what

- I don’t think it would be a surprise to me if Yixing had a big part in the ideas for this performance. Obviously Huang Xiao did the choreography, but in terms of the “concept,” including the story and title? That seems like something Yixing would have a lot of fun with.

- Thumbs up from Poppin’C! He said that even though he wasn’t Chinese, he always appreciates Huang Xiao’s work. Also, he refers to Huang Xiao by a different name, but I couldn’t catch what his other name is.

- Lots of votes!

- Yixing also had a “subtitle” for the title he’d already created for the performance. This one was a pun, meaning water under a little bridge, but using the characters for Huang Xiao and Qiao Zhi. He was so amused lol.

- Henry was asked for his opinion the last and he simply said “I agree.”

- Han Geng was like, which part specifically? And Henry’s like “aaaall of it”

- Ma Xiaolong had choreographed dances to three of the four arts, so this one is going to be the one about painting/visual arts :o They’re going with an embroidery sort of story.

- The performance was so cute!!!!!! I love the idea of these five busy worker bees working on an embroidered painting.

- This picture that they used was actually embroidered, wow

- Ma Xiaolong said the picture was expensive, and Han Geng said he’d reimburse for it, and then when asked, Ibuki said she liked the picture, so Han Geng said he’d gift it to her lmao.

- Ibuki said that she learned a lot from Ma Xiaolong about dancing in Chinese style, such as learning how to make these little steps

- Chika, Han Yu, and Li Chunlin had a martial arts themed performance! Chunlin represented Wingchun, Han Yu was drunken fist, and Chika was Taichi. I love how they managed to showcase the styles of the three martial arts forms they’d chosen. Like when Chunlin was leading the dance, the steps would be more exacting and striking, when Han Yu was leading the dance, they’d be a little more meandering, etc. Not to mention I just love how the three of them go together. Chunlin and Chika have more hiphop styles which Han Yu can keep up with, and they were so in sync. Super badass.

- Xiao Jie had some criticisms about Han Yu’s drunken fist. I think basically he thought that he didn’t do enough to combine the drunk part with the body movements.

- Xiao Jie said that Yixing was able to combine drunkenness with dancing, i.e. showing that you’re drunk through your body movements.

- Yixing being cheeky like “their performance was good, but not quite as good as my team’s performance!”

- Yibo said Chunlin’s outfit looks a bit like pajamas ^^;;

- And Henry was like “but a very cool set of pajamas”

- Han Geng said if this performance was a continuation of Rochka and San’er’s performance, it’d be like a battle for marriage (which I guess is kind of like, when the winner of a fight gets the hand in marriage).

- Chika was asked why she always picks Han Yu and she was like “uhhh he’s like a dad? like a brother?”

- Ye Yin, Hilty & Bosch, and Momo performed a tea-themed dance. Yibo mentioned that there were four tea cups, so it didn’t make sense for them to have a story line where four of them would be fighting over four tea cups. They were performing a song by the Twelve Girls Band, which is a band consisting of players of traditional Chinese instruments.

- So apparently Ye Yin got the idea for tea as a theme after he was drinking tea with Qiao Zhi and saw that he had a lot of wares and habits and stuff. So I guess Qiao Zhi is a tea aficionado?

- When Ye Yin was asked about the choreography, he explained it IN DETAIL (as in a play-by-play) and everybody was like “no, not like that”

- And then the producer was like “were you worried we didn’t understand your very clear choreography?” and Han Geng was like “do NOT give him the micro- oh, jeez”

- At the beginning of the show Han Geng basically said that he’d changed from being quiet to chatty. The captain says 萬象“庚”新 which is a pun on 萬象更新 which means like, new in a lot of different ways? But the 更 is pronounced the same as Geng in Han Geng. So basically saying Ye Yin is too different now.

- The producer just kept giving Ye Yin more and more opportunities to speak lol. It was probably because he was the only Chinese-speaking member of their team but like, this guy doesn’t know how to do succinct.

- Henry’s team got the fewest points in this round, but I liked that Han Yu was very optimistic and chill about it. He was like dance itself is very objective. His team got 77 votes, which was the lowest, but he was like, that means that 77 people liked our performance, which is still a good thing.

- In the battle round, each team was to send out two representatives. Han Geng was like “I sent out Eleven and Ma Xiaolong!” and everybody was like OH SHIT!!!!!!!! Except they were only announcing the actual representatives lol. Anyway, their announced reps were Acky-san and Ibuki-chan. I kind of love how the Chinese-speaking members will still use the Japanese honourifics. This is definitely a thing though. When I was very young I went with a tour group to Japan, and even though our tour guide was Chinese we all just called him Ken-san lol. Like, I think the Japanese honourifics are just very easy to remember and use for Chinese-speaking people.

- Ahh I missed Rochka freestyling. He’s such a versatile dancer. He was dancing to a song that sounded very much like a locking song. But he is so good at making the music his own, and he is so insanely athletic.

- Poppin’C being like “nuh-uh, we are NOT letting Yibo’s team get away with this!” He straight up just called Rei-san Gogo ^^;; but also, he starts ALL of his sentences with “bro,” and that is so rad XD Bro culture

- And he did it! He dethroned Yibo’s team. Here he was saying he and Rei-san needed to win 7 points straight because he didn’t want to lose members X3 Poppin’C really being like “ain’t NO ONE taking apart MY found family!!!!”

- Ok but why has Henry never been able to catch a SINGLE break this show?!?!?! Noooo!!!!!

- Hexing Wuqi got to seven points first! A small but might team. (Yes I did take a million screenshots because their faces are all hidden in the group hug and I needed different angles lol)

- Ibuki is so small lol

- Like what is this height difference? Is Ma Xiaolong that tall?

- Henry cheering on his team v.v

- Because Hexing Wuqi won first, they got to keep all members

- Yibo and Han Geng’s teams were tied in second place, and each team had to eliminate two members. Henry’s team had to eliminate four members.

- Yibo eliminated Xiaohai and Tuzi

- Han Geng eliminated Fanfan and Xiaoji. I actually didn’t expect Xiaoji :(

- Tumblr deleted my edits again >(

- I’m so glad that we got at least one JJ brothers performance. Xiaoji is truly one of a kind, he shall be missed v.v

- Fanfan telling Shitou he wasn’t allowed to cry lol. I think Fanfan had a very positive message. I think she just enjoyed being a team player.

- Henry eliminated Taotao & Cici, Chika, and Han Yu (which was a shock to me).

- Taotao had a very positive message, which was comforting.

- Cici said she wasn’t going to cry but she saw Rochka crying and she started crying T_T BABIES

- Taotao and Cici comforting Rochka in the background

- Chika started crying too T_T

- :(

- Chika also had a really positive and put-together speech, I don’t know how she did it while crying lol. Also, she’s only 22 years old? What?? I legitimately thought she was older because she seems so mature.

- Hugz

- See you again was playing and Henry was singing along to it lol

- The next battle will challenge each team to combine street dance with older styles of dancing, and I think will involve famous dancers from those disciplines. The disciplines are ballroom, contemporary, Chinese classical dance, and ethnic folk dance.

- So here are the matchups.

- Contemporary dance battle.

- Because Henry and Han Geng’s team have an odd number of members, Chunlin and Eleven are forming a temporary duo.

- Ballroom dance battle

- Traditional Chinese dance battle

- Folk dance battle. Liu Fuyang, the dancer who is performing with Han Geng’s team, is Han Geng’s junior (in their folk dance studies), and is also a friend of Xiao Jie’s :o

- On the hotpot show, the captains were asked about which performance they liked. Yixing of course said Qiao Zhi and Huang Xiao’s performance was his favourite. He said how it was based on Jiang Ziya, who you may know, was known for fishing with no bait at the end of his rod. He was famous for other stuff too but that was one of them. Then Yixing went on to explain the three important points of the story. One was that the fishing rod was straight, signifying an upright person. Two was the idea of not begging (i.e. not having bait at the end of the rod, waiting for the fish to come). He forgot the third thing but one of the producers said the third thing was the idea of not hiding.

- Yibo liked his team’s last performance, which I’m guessing was the Momo + Ye Yin + HB performance. Han Geng really liked his team’s Acky-san + Shitou Boogaloo performance. And Henry really liked Chunlin + Han Yu + Chika’s performance because it was completely without props. But alas ^^;;

#thinking out loud #cvariety #street dance of china #screencaps

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