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zaacoy · 1 year

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Hmhmhmmm in a silly mood and thinky thinkin about Tang Legomonkiekid again, some disjointed tang thoughts!! Because I can :3

Author's note after writing: another long post!!! I am incapable of talking about him without going on and on and on apparently, enjoy the novel!! hehehheehoo

so! The scorpion queen demoness outfit still has not left my brain!! I am plagued by the ourple apparently, just

why he so littol

microscopic organism

its like he's a cat getting picked up by the scruff!! those clothes are too big for he goddamn he!!

Also also! The buffet scene!! We get two wide shots of it

the first:

and the second:

assuming it isn't some sort of custom to have your servants(?) or whatever the ladies are in this scene leave once they set the table (if it is then feel to ignore this tidbit!! :D) Them being there in the first scene but not the second makes it seem like? Tang requested them to go and let him eat in peace without 7 different women watching him while doing so??? This man is invulnerable to women and I find that so funny all he wants are his noms

Adding onto that the fact that his first move when he wakes up to a pretty lady standing over him is to SCREAM and push her away is SO unbelievably funny could you be any gayer sir

also can we just appreciate how easily this man crumbled the second good food was put in front of him. after being kidnapped and abducted by some clearly suspicious demon lady he just. willingly stays, unbound physically in literally anyway, just because she has good food to offer. very very silly he is so funny

no additional comments just look at him

he is so scrunckly so silly, I forgor all of the other Tumblr silly words but he is all of those too

its nice that we got to see him come back in purple later tho in S4

It's a dustier purple for sure but it still looks pretty nice on him :3c

also also!!

I love this little training scene sm because it paints tang in such an interesting light

whereas pigsy and mei are borderline ready to jump sandy for that star all we get from Tang is a shaky "I want that", this difference is further exemplified in the coloration differences (mei and pigsy's eyes being red whereas Tang's are just whited out)

this trend continues as the training session goes on! here for example we can see mei and pigsy clearly furious whereas tang is just crying- they're all frustrated! It seems as though when Tang is confronted with the issue of "not being as good as his peers" he trends more towards upset rather angry unlike the rest of his friend group

This can also be seen in their individual trainings

Mei is outright violent in her training arc, both in regards to the props and opponents she fights and (verbally) to master Subodhi, pigsy is also fairly mouthy and standoffish at first and disregards whatever he perceives as an insult, but Tang on the other hand we get to see crumble a little bit. Rather then brushing off master Subodhi's gripes with him like the others Tang seems to take it to heart, getting visibly more and more miserable until he's able to turn himself around

It's a nice bit of characterization that I'm glad to see appear again, they've given him such a consistent, well written weakness I can't wait how it affects his performance in future episodes, be it for better or for worse heeheehoo

I ADORE how much this man loves food, he's so super enthusiastic about it in literally every season it is completely adorable

I also appreciate how they didn't turn it into his entire character!! Most of the food-loving characters I've known have their entire personality based around food which, while it can be joyful at times, is kind of boring and 2 dimensional imo. I enjoy how they made him a complete fully fleshed out person like everyone else who just so happens to really like nomnoms heeheehoo

looks at you with my autistic eyes

that expression is so goofy and the silly little noise he makes with it too uehhshdhhdj he is so sillay

love how he gets sparkles/shines in his eyes once he gets really excited about something or the "✨" shaped eyes

there are so many little things I love about him that NOBODY else talks about and it makes me so so sad where are my fellow insane-about-tang-lego-monkie-kid people where are uu 🥺 "let's take ibuprofen together" but it's "let's talk about a fictional Lego for hours" instead please plsss

cough- anyways uh- he has a bunch of little vocal quirks that I love so so much like!!

(I don't know how to get audio clips so you're just going to have to take my word for it ueue)

Often whenever he exclaims or screams he does so in a way that I don't know how to describe actually mmmmm instead of an "AAAAAH!" it's more akin to a "WHAhaHAA!" if that makes any sense, whatever that is it's such an interesting verbal quirk I love it very much.

He does something similar in quiet exclamations of awe, instead of going "ooooh.." it sounds more like "ooohohooh.."

I guess it's like his voice falls in between dragged out sounds? Like if it weren't for his tone and the context they'd almost sound like laughs, it's definitely an "h" sound, I'm not sure if there's a term for that verbal quirk but it seems fairly unique to him in the show and I thinks it adds to his sillyness heehee

squints at you squints at you squints at you squints at you squints at you squints at you squi

The bbg pose is consistent and here to stay!! yahoo!!! I wonder how many times while raising mk did they manage to tire themselves out and have pigsy later walk in to both of them asleep on the floor euhdhsnns fluffy family

while I'm thinking about noodle family here is your daily reminder that this scene exists in canon and mk has two dads thank you for coming to my ted talk

His tone of voice was so funny here the pure PANIC in his voice manifesting in a very strained yell was so well done here weehee

Circling back to the scorpion outfit, remember in the pilot episode how mk attempts to crawl away from the demon bull family after he gets caught? Tang does the exact same thing here!! same motion same thoughts process, like father like son

soft squishy tang isn't even my fault anymore LOOK AT HIM, he very squish

delving into slightly more serious tang thingies for a second!!-

this scene always felt incomplete to me, I feel like I'm missing something. This was when they first as a group run into lbd on their airship. Out of the entire group Tang is the only one to notice something's off and emphasis is put on this multiple times. First with "I've got a bad feeling about this pigsy", then with scene above where he's shown staring skeptically at lbd's rings, and then with him noticing the broken device on the ground(and notably not cheering on mk like everyone else) and confronting mk about it. Was ALL of that really just so Tang could make mk tell them about lbd(which he didn't even really do)? Why tang, why was he the only one to intuitively notice? even mk didn't know something was wrong with lbd when he first encountered her in her hostess form, heck even monkie king didn't, how did tang? Triptaka/golden cicada powers? Are we going to be seeing him do this again? Does it mean anything for where his story is going?? I don't know it just, it feels like too much focus was put on this just for it to be for nothing, it's odd to me.

One more thing!!

what was this.

from the second episode we see macaque where he puts on a shadow play and possesses tang, pigsy, and mei n' forces them to fight mk. Never in the entire rest of the series have we ever seen someone who's possessed struggle/ appear to still be there whilst being under possession. Not with the people-turned-spider-demons not with bai he not with mei or pigsy in this scene, not even really with wukong in the special. It is arguable through his expressions that he may be somewhat still there and might be putting up a fight(especially when he's about to hit mk) but we never really seem him underneath. We never hear him and we never see his true reaction underneath the poker-faced-possessed version, never like we do with tang here. Once again, just, wjajnajj, why?? This is such an odd little detail and it's so weird how it never comes back again. If it's not foreshadowing or leading up to a bigger reveal then why animate it? Because it looked interesting? Because they could? Was it a way to express to the audience that his friends were still there under the surface and they weren't just clones? But the lights in the lantern along with them getting sucked in already made that pretty clear. If that was the case anyway, why didn't they do that with wukong? or with bai he? or with the spider demons? we had no way of knowing for sure that they were there or they'd come back after being un-possessed either. It's such a small little thing that could mean nothing but it's been stuck in the back of my mind since I first saw it back when I first picked up the show in like august. I don't know, it's cool though!! I hope they do smth more with it

It is!! 4am!!! I have to be up at 7 tmrw oopsies

ending it here gnnn if you read through all of these rambles then hiii!!! Glad you find me losing my mind over a Lego entertaining I sure have fun doing it, have a good day byebyeye :3

#This silly little Lego man is all I think about anymore #He never leaves he is stuck in the forefront of my brain permanently #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #Lmk #lmk tang #long post #I am realizing more and more as I sit down and actually process my thoughts on him that we are unnervingly similar #either a.) I'm projecting onto Tang so much that I've completely altered how I perceive his character and I am widely mischaracterizing him #or b.) I am accidentally and unconsciously becoming more and more like him everytime I think about him #or ig c.) I just so happens to be super similar to him and am only just now noticing it #Ohhh wait is that what a kin is? Do I kin a gay Lego do I really #I dunno but that's a problem for future zaacoy not awake-at-4-am-on-a-school-night-zaacoy gooooodnight #Zaacoy rambles🌙

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transboysokka · 6 months

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What Am I Doing With My Life:

Chris watches Twilight New Moon for the first time

Okay “”new moon”” this must be the werewolf one then

These violent delights have violent ends omg don’t ruin a good quote Bella

Girl where are you is this the handmaids tale

Anyway she’s looking good

Suddenly having a delayed reaction to the end of the last movie when Jacob is like “my dad paid me to tell you to break up with Edward” like lmao what was that

Daddy Charlie

Nice to see an evolution to their relationship though

Also thank GOD the terrible blue color grading seems better

Digital cameras lmao remember when

Do her friends just like avoid Edward lol

Anyway the real reason Edward won’t turn her yet is he wanted her to be legal first

Oh no “Jacob” and the pushing her hair behind the ear

Yikessss

Hey aren’t dreamcatchers Ojibwe in origin

Alice and Bella are crushing on each other

Wait what can jasper do does he have any discuss ability or

Not to ONLY be nitpicking but usually Romeo and Juliet is part of the grade 9 curriculum in most us states, not grade 12

Oh my goddddd is that good omens guy, I’d know that nose anywhere

Bella’s gonna hurt edward so bad isn’t she lol

Her wanting to be a vampire is already getting so annoying though

why is she having a midlife crisis about being 18 like come on

Damnnnn they can’t even control themselves if she gets a paper cut like RUN girl

Wait is Edward like… a Christian? Lol tragic and awkward

He’s like “u wouldn’t be sexy to me if u were a vampire”

Nice (not) to see the terrible music streak continues into this film too

That shitty truck is my favorite character in this

Why does Edward keep dressing Like That

Lmaoooooo “I love you forever” “we’re skipping town, see u”

Definitely just dissociated a minute and came back like “WHY am I watching this??”

She fell asleep in the woods and now everyone’s looking for her lmao

Okay one decent song so far across two movies

Why is she so in love with Alice

Why is she so pathetic

Charlie is just Done tm and like same

“It’s just not normal, this behavior” TELL IT CHARLIE

Jessica is so real

BELLA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

Keep talking to Alice soooooo gay

So was Jacob NOT a werewolf at the start of the first movie? Is that what these suddenly buff comments are about?

I’ve said it before but lautners voice is SO annoying and it’s just bc it’s my hometown accent lol

Another bad song

“What’s up with you and age?” Seriously

God this weird ass edgy act

Oof three way movie date with child Jacob and awkward ass school guy

Wow this guy must be puking for a long time

Wow Jake chill Jesus

Wtf did he like JUST become a werewolf

Why is it raining for drama and sexiness

What was with all the Romeo and Juliet in the beginning… there was like apparently no thematic reason for there to be that big of a push for it

Anyway yeah Jacob doesn’t believe in shirts anymore clearly

Is this whole franchise just a gay metaphor

What is he trying to get her to remember??

Lol “it’s a huge secret” *guy gets angry and wolfs out in front of bella*

But WHY do they all need to go around shirtless lmaoooo

And why did Jacob have to cut his hair about it

Such a gay metaphor oh my god

One more good song

Oooh a good song fading into a bad song

LISTEN I know they gotta pay rpats but these weird apparitions are so overdone

Yeah this wolf thing also sounds dangerous…. Like you change if you get angry??? RED FLAG!!! REDFLAG REDFLAGREDFLAGREDFLAG

Are any of the other movies gayer than this bc if so I gotta watch them when I was maybe planning not to

Bella’s super dumb

Oh her girlfriends back

Or is this a trick

Oh lolol

Why would she just give up Jacobs secret like that lmaooo

Fuck I gotta keep watching these movies just to see what keeps going on with Bella and Alice

Wtf why would Edward call them and wtf is going on why is he so dramaticcccc

The Romeo and Juliet tie ins are coming back I’ll give credit where it’s due. Wasn’t expecting anything to actually come of it lol

They won’t even let him die lmfao he went all the way to Italy for that??

So suddenly Alice can see everything the fuck??

But can she see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch

EDWARD WHY are you so goddamn dramatic

Definitely would not have expected this aesthetic from a twilight movie. It’s very action thriller

BRUH they are so confused about each other

I liked this move so much better than the first one so far and I now realize that it’s because Bella and Edward were apart for most of it lolllll

Edward put your damn shirt back on

Wow such Vampiric Council vibe

Oh yeah right why CANT Edward read Bella’s thoughts did we ever talk about that

Wow damn van helsing blood????

Damn why does EVERYONE have to be so dramatic

Oh this old song and dance again Bella just BE a human damn

What if Edward and Jacob and Bella all just fell in love together huh what then, problem solved

idk man I’d be so bored if I had to live forever with the same partner lol

wow I can’t believe I’m a nearly 30 year old man who wants to know what happens next

Like is this shit GOOD no but now I Gotta Know

#text #twilight liveblog

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kingofthering · 2 years

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Daniel/Lando + 5

5. Linking your hands together as you walk through school/a building/the streets--finger rubbing over your lover's knuckles softly.

based on this tiktok (the guy basically say hey loverbirds, you should be holding hands when you walk the street)

“That one’s really pretty, right?”

Lando snaps one more picture of Casa Vicens before nodding. When he arrived in Barcelona for pre-season testing he had no idea he would find out that Daniel Riccardo seemed to know everything there was to know about Gaudí and yet.

Daniel has been playing guide for him for a couple of hours now. Lando had already seen the Sagrada Familia (although, it’s in the works all the time Lando, it changes every time you come see it) so Daniel took him to Parque Guëll where they had lunch, and now they have a bunch of houses to see apparently.

“Hand me your phone, I’ll snap a nice picture you can send your mom.”

Lando laughs but follows Daniel’s order anyway, trying not to stand too awkwardly as Daniel seems to be taking a literal photoshoot of him.

A couple of minutes later, they’re back to walking Barcelona’s streets.

They’re laughing together about a stupid joke Daniel made about something that happened with Max a couple of seasons ago when Lando hears someone yelling at them. It takes him a second to realize the voice came from a balcony on the second floor of the building they just passed.

Lando doesn’t speak Spanish but he should have at least heard one of their names if the guy recognized them and was trying to get their attention, right?

Daniel raises their linked hands in the air and the stranger claps and they maybe walk an entire block before Lando catches on to the situation, his fingers still slotted between Daniel’s.

“What the hell?”

Daniel shrugs, an easy smile tugging the corner of his lips upwards. “He told us to hold hands, I’m following the order.”

Again: what. Upon closer observation, Lando can see some shade of red on Daniel’s cheeks. He’s playing it cool but Lando’s pretty sure something’s being hidden from him.

“Uh,” he tries, not exactly sure where his mouth wants to take him. “That’s pretty gay.”

Great Lando, great.

Lando can tell Daniel is unimpressed under his sunglasses.

“You sucking my dick and letting me fuck you afterwards last night was pretty gay. And I’d even say kissing me with tongue was even gayer.”

Daniel doesn’t sound mad, just factual. He’s still holding Lando’s hand, thumb passing over Lando’s knuckles.

Lando can feel the heat invading his cheeks. “That’s not what I meant.”

He just— Look, Lando didn’t expect to sleep with his new teammate within the first week of pre-season testing. It may be throwing him off his feet right now.

Taking a couple of drinks with Daniel at the hotel bar last night had started normal and casual. If Lando had always found Daniel a little impressive in the paddock —loud, expressive, confident, so at ease with everyone—, he was much easier to connect with 1-on-1 —a little softer, more quiet even if it still felt like his laugh could fill a room—.

Lando didn’t question it when Daniel proposed one last drink in his room. And he sure wasn’t innocent enough to pretend he had no idea of Daniel’s intentions (not with the simmering heat in his stomach, not with the way he’d been leaning into Daniel’s space for the last half hour downstairs).

Lando didn’t expect Daniel to offer him a walk through Barcelona the next day after a morning of slow making out and swapped BJs.

Well, look at them now.

From two years of pining after very-straight Carlos Sainz to this? Lando ought to need a minute to adjust.

“You know I’m not actually holding your hand hostage?” Daniel states more than truly asks. His tone is still matter-of-factly, maybe a tiny bit cautious. Lando’s still cringing from his own previous words. “You can let go if you want.”

After a couple more steps, Lando gets tugged back and when he turns, Daniel points his head in the direction of the red traffic light and the crosswalk ahead of them. Shit.

Lando almost expects a challenge on Daniel’s face, a test of some sorts, but he’s just waiting for Lando, maybe a little curious.

Fuck it.

Lando squeezes Daniel’s hand once. “So what’s the name of the next house we’re going to? It gotta be Gaudi again, right?”

(send me prompts)

#daniel ricciardo #lando norris #f1 rpf #34 #prompt fill #my writing #yes i sent this to myself #i know i didn't list daniel/lando in the list but i wasn't sure my brain could do it and apparently it can so

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justasillybear · 3 years

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We could be like Romeo and Juliet

Nico was enjoying a typical night doing your average burnt out high schooler stuff. Bianca was out with her girlfriend and his dad was getting ready for his date. Nice swore if he barged into his room again and interrupted anime time just to ask Nico’s thoughts on his outfit - he was going to scream. And then throw his laptop at him.

Nice was curled up under his covers watching the latest newest season of his favourite show, mumbling nonsense to himself. Will had been supposed to come over to hang out, but he’d forgotten he’d promised to babysit for his neighbour. It was just like him to be the type to talk to the neighbours, rather than uncomfortably nodding to them when necessary as Nico did.

Knock. Knock.

“Nico?” Nico glowered over in the direction of the door; head still safely tucked under the covers. “I’m heading out now. Do you think I look okay?”

Nico groaned exasperatedly, moving the covers just enough to peek out of them. “You looked fine 10 outfits ago.” he hissed. At this Hades shot him an uncertain frown. Nico, fearing another imminent outfit change quickly tacked on “The flower print is a nice touch… Now BEGONE!”

Hades smiled, running a hand down his lily print waistcoat. “It matches the flowers I bought her.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out two crumpled looking coupons. “Here. I already ordered the pizza for you and Will, so just use these coupons.” Placing the coupons on the side table, he looked over to his son and warned “Don’t have too much fun.” With that parting shot, he left. Apparently forgetting that Nico had already told him Will wasn’t coming tonight.

Why was he always like this when he had a date with Persephone?

Clambering off the bed Nico picked up the wrinkled coupons. They were coupons to two separate pizza restaurants.

“Dammit, dad!"

...

Nico was halfway through the last episode when he heard a knocking at the door. Nico made his way to the front door and peered out of the peephole. It was a Domino’s delivery guy.

He opened the door quickly, hoping to get rid of the guy before his second (unnecessary and unwanted) order arrived. “Pizza …”

The guy seemed a few years older than him, with a few inches in height and a lot more muscle tone. He was cute, in a surfer boy kind of way, and if Nico didn’t have Will he knew he’d have been flustered by having the guy at his door. As it stood he was way more into blonds.

Domino’s guy (his name tag reads Percy, don’t be rude, Nico heard Bianca’s voice chide him in his head) gave the teen an easy smile, beginning to take the pizza out of its bag. “Yup, Pizza. That’s “$15.83”

“Great, here. No wait, I have this coup-“Nico was about to pull out his coupon when all of a sudden a car parked onto the curb in front of the house. Please no. This was going to be so awkward.

The Pizza Hut delivery man climbed out of his car, pulling out his pizza bag in one smooth motion. A distant part of Nico's brain acknowledged that this one was blond. Finally noticing Nico’s long silence, Percy looked over his shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow at the sight of the newcomer. The Pizza Hut guy seemed a few years older than Percy, slightly taller and somehow more toned. What the hell is up with all the delivery guys being unfairly attractive and fit? Why were they never this hot when Nico didn’t have a boyfriend? A wonderful kind caring boyfriend who Nico was extremely grateful for... but still.

The new guy – Luke, from what Nico could see of his name tag – slowed his steps as he approached the doorway. Percy’s eyebrow raised to join his other eyebrow, and Nico was momentarily distracted by how bright his sea-green eyes were. So not fair!

Luke finally made it to the doorway, stopping beside Percy and looking down at them both with a raised brow of his own. Nico found himself turning red. He had a thick pale car that ran from the bottom of his eye down to his chin which Nico felt made him look a lot more dangerous (and striking) than anyone delivering pizzas had any right to be.

Yup this was awkward. Nico was sure he’d said that out loud, but no one responded. Percy was too busy giving Luke a slow once-over, a smirk slowly creeping up his face.

“Well, hey there.” Percy purred, smirk widening at Luke’s pinched expression.

“$16,” Luke informed Nico, holding out the pizza in his hands.

“Y’know.” Percy continued, rocking back on his heels. “This could be like Romeo and Juliet. Only gayer, and minus the unnecessary dying part.”

Nico took the Pizza from Luke and put both Pizzas inside on the floor so he could pay. He wasn’t always the best at judging these things, but he was sure Luke was holding back a smile. He looked a little like Bianca did when she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from smiling.

“I think I’ll pass…” Luke drawled, briefly glancing down at Percy’s name tag. “Percy”.

“You sure? You look like an enemies to lovers kind of guy” At Luke’s glare Percy held out his hand up in surrender. Luke just continued to glare at the hand as if it had insulted him by merely existing.

“Hey c’mon, no offence. Why can’t we be friends?” Nico could see Percy’s brighten as an idea took hold in his brain before he brought his hand down to his heart, beginning to sing. “Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends?”

At that Luke began to laugh in disbelief, looking away. Nico was sure it was to hide a smile at the other’s antics.

Nico snickered himself as Percy continued to poorly serenade Luke. Taking pity on the blond Nico called attention back to himself by holding out his coupons and the necessary cash. “Here.”

Both men gave their thanks and wished him a good night. Luke playfully saluted Nico asking if he was running them off before another delivery arrived. Nico couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but he found himself smiling as he closed the door. Still a little curious, Nico found himself once again peeking through the peephole. Percy appeared to have stopped his singing and was lingering next to Luke’s car. He found himself snorting before grabbing his pizzas and heading back upstairs. He was excited to finish his show, but first, he wanted to call Will and tell him all about what had just transpired.

…

It wouldn’t be until a few week’s later that Nico saw the two again. He was casually waiting outside the café where Will worked when he saw them. It took a moment to recognise them since they were in their regular clothes. But there they were. Holding hands and laughing about something.

They looked happy.

#Percy Jackson #Percy x Luke #Luke x Percy #Percy Jackson au #nico di angelo #will solace #nico x will #Lukercy #fanfiction #fanfic #[i wanted fluff so i made my own]#[but i suck at writing so...]#[my ao3 is onmywaytomyrder_blahblahblah]#Luke Castellan #enemies to lovers #pizza #pizza delivery

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Summary: You and Aran go to a smoke circle with some friends in matching outfits. During the 13th pass or so, someone brings up the mention of kinks.

Warnings: NSFW • drugs mentioned { Weed } • proof read

Cast: Top!M!Reader x Bottom!Aran

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"You trying to hit up the twins for a circle tonight ?" You ask. Scrolling through your feed, you see Atsumu and Osamu post a tag list of people on their shared account. They had been the ones who sold you and Aran's weed in highschool.

You chuckle at those memories until you a see Aran appear in your peripheral vision. With a slight grunt he sits next to you with some chinese food in his hands. Body leaning into yours as he scoots his well built form close to yours while slipping your phone out of your hands. Reading the invite in the post directed to the people tagged, he says, "Can we match with the clothes you bought last month ?" He says. Stuffing his face with a spoonful of rice.

You nod. Chuckling slightly at the thought of you and him matching during a smoke session, with friends you might add. He caught on to your entertained noises as he cocked and eyebrow. Swallowing down his food, he looked at you. "What ? Embarrassed to go out matching ?" He asked.

Rolling your eyes you lightly push him, in move of getting up. Stretching your limbs before you started to head to the kitchen.

"Where you goin' ?" Aran hollers from the living room, homebody boyfriend. You say you were going to go get your chinese, since he already ate his. He probably thought you weren't going to eat your food so he could, greedy for your food. Not this time, can never smoke on an empty stomach.

You zipped up your jeans. "Ow-! Fuck !" You look behind you to see that your boyfriend was tearing out the tag from the hoodie the both of you were wearing. Your hand moved to your neck on where he gripped to take the tag off. "You need to stop surprising me, I swear to god." You mumble. You hear a light chuckle as he throws it away before coming back to kick the side of your neck.

"Sorry, sorry. You would have forgotten it and or stuffed it in your hood," He says. Your phone started to buzz on your bedroom bed. Aran grabbed it because you were busy touching up your clothes in the mirror. "Hello," He answers. A gruff hum was heard on the other side of the phone as Aran's face scrunched up in question. "Hellleer-"

"Aran ? Why you got Y/N phone ?" Osamu says across the line.

Aran laughed a bit as he says, "That's because he fixing his clothes in the mirror. Did you guys start already or sum' ?" Static and slight car noises could be heard a bit until he spoke again.

"Um- Dang. Well, we going over to Kiyoko's house because she said she wanted to roll this time." A hum of acknowledgment was given. You finished up picking leftover lint and whatnot from your outfit. Aran gave phone back to you as he went to go brush his teeth. You eyed him a bit before a short 'hello' got your attention.

"Hey 'Samu, what's up," You say. Not even getting an answer had hung up on you. "Wow, okay."

Aran spat out his toothpaste before turning back at you from the bathroom. "He said we are going to Kiyoko's house this time," Rinsing his mouth out and cleaning up the sink dutifully. "They suck at rolling is what they said." You nod at his words as he come your direction. Checking your phone you see it's 1:45.

You hum a small tune as your hands make way to your boyfriends waist. "You trying to be good for me today," Rocking back in forth in the middle of your guys' room, he nods as his head rests on your chest. "You get frustrated when high so if anything happens we can leave. Even though we've been 'round these people for a long time." You say.

He giggles a bit and breaks from your grasp. "Yeah, and you aren't any better than me. If you get like how we are in private, I'm going to personally choke you," He says. "Come on so we can get there early. Her house is far." You laugh following him to the car outside.

This day will get messy either or.

"Look, it's gay and gayer ! What's good ?" Tanaka greeted you and Aran. He meant no harm, but you people in the room cringed at his welcoming to the both of you.

Tanaka looked down and he saw your matching outfits. "Oh okay," he started hyping the both of you up, making and "Ouuu" noise. "I need me a girl or sum to match with." He pouted. Aran laughed in his face before Atsumu came over for a hello.

The smell of multiple alcohols and body fragrance was enough for you to realize it was gonna be a chill smoke sesh.

"So why yall matching like two twins at a birthday party ?" Kiyoko snickered lightly. Drinking her sure enough expensive wine in a cup. She hated wasting dishes for events like these.

Aran looked up from his phone to check if she was talking to you or him. "What," Kiyoko shook her head, taking another gulp of her velvet liquid. She fiddled with her tongue piercing before eyeing the actual twins in the room as she got up. "Don't fuck up my house. My parents get home literally tomorrow. Goodnight everyone." And with that she retired to her room.

Apparently this was cue for the twins to take initiative. Osamu brung out the speaker from his back pack as he turned on some music. Obviously nothing too loud, or everybody was going to sleep.

"You already know she don't like music playing. If you gonna play some, might aswell turn it down." Aran says. He was right. You chuckled. Snatching Osamus phone out of his hand.

"Hey, I was about to play something." You rolled your eyes. He had a bad thing with never actually picking a song. Osamu would play a dead or unwitting song just so he can say he did in fact play a song. Meanwhile he is watching some big booty hoe on live. Many occasions the audio switched to whatever porn his screen was on.

"I don't want shit to seem like a whore house Samu. Realize we in a different setting." You scoffed at him as he visibly ignored you.

Atsumu got up heading to the kitchen. You picked a decent song by a familiar artist to the room { Preferably SkiMask The Slump God }. Your body took after it's own conscience by your hand smoothing over Arans natural waves. He hums in appreciation to the contact as his own body ushers closer to you.

So touch starved he seemed to be in public spaces. A smile crept on your face. Tanaka sulked with his red cup in hand at the sight of the only official couple in the room.

You could say that Noya was in it with Yachi, but that man fucks with everyone. Last "official couple" was you and Aran, and it will probably stay that way until college graduation or even later than that.

You and Aran were close before college, but one day you just had to not act like what you two were doing was not gay. Going on casual walks like two girl bestfriends in a mall hand in hand like lovers. He thought it was skin-ship, which it was but you honestly piked how he idly leaned closer to your side to avoid the street.

All beside the flashbacks, you set Osamu's phone down and raised your voice. The twins always brung the appliances for the specific occasion in one of their backpacks.

"Hey, A-ron can you get that bagback ?" You said. Aran immediately shot you a face. He didn't liked being called that so he didn't move. Continuing to do what he was doing on his phone.

You groaned. "I can't get it," you tried reaching for the bag on the other side of him. "See ?"

"Yes you can." Aran scoffed.

You groaned boisterously until he finally grabbed the back pack and handed to you. "It's not called bag pack by the way." He said. You hummed as you took out the paper and weed. Holding it between you and Aran.

"So, who's rolling ?"

After Aran rolled, everyone including yourself, sat in somewhat of a circle. By circle I mean some people sat on some pillows and or closer to walls. Chips and any other snacks like skittles were laying throughout the living space. You would remember to clean up along with Tanaka since he brought majority of it.

"Have you guys been into anything freaky ?" Kyotani asked the room. A few necks craned his way as he continued to pick at the black polish on his thumb.

"No. If I did I would probably go to jail because I would tie'er up too tie, and they'll think I was trying murder her." Tanaka said.

Aran put his hand up in Tanakas direction. A signal for him not to finish nor entertain the thought anymore. "You are right however I don't believe you ever fucked anyone before,"

You chuckled. Tanaka shrugged laughing anyway. Osamu perked up afterwards saying he was intrigued by a few, but most didn't feel right with him. A mello and vanilla guy. You secretly hoped he found someone to match him perfectly.

"Let's ask the only two who have actually had sex then !" Tanaka shouted. Kiyoko banged on the walls from her bedroom, warning him to pipe down.

You and Aran are the only ones who have had intercourse and have been in a relationship. Aran shrugged. "It's that ugly ass cut on top of ya head, G." He said. Taking an inhale of the blunt before holding it up to you. He was a bit "loose" now and when he was, he was literally in a different world, and clingly while at it.

You did the same before passing it on to Tanaka in the midst of him physically blowing steam out of his ears before taking the hit.

"Shut up, 'Naka. You too loud. And Aran is right by the way." Atsumu says. Eating a bag of hot fries as he manages the music which was now playing Ocean Frank.

"Anyways," You chuckled. Looking down in your lap was Aran. Eyes lidded as he was playing with one of the strings on his hoodie. You thought he was cute as you backed his head in your chest, as he was laying on his back, legs sprawled in front of him.

"Aran looks faded as hell." Atsumu laughed. You nodded slowly since you were a bit faded aswell. Aran groaned as he got up from his original spot to curl himself in your lap. No reaction was given from the group since everyone didn't really care.

"'M fucking horny." He mumbled. You jolted a bit, but kept cool. Instead you patted his back and rubbing it with a rythym as he hummed. It was unoriginal or anything, but the way he said nearly brung you out of your high.

{ hours went by and eventually you guys got kicked out sooner or later. Kiyoko found half the group dead asleep or still barely snacking on leftovers over candy. You and Aran were probably the main reason though since you both just ended up kissing on her mom's couch.

"Just get fuck out." She calmly said after kicking the others bodies around the room. Opening windows to un-hotbox the room.

"Take care of him by the way. Bye Y/N." She said before shutting her house door in front of your face.

It was 11 AM so you just called an uber and layed Aran down in bed before going to sleep yourself. }

#aran smut #aran ojiro x reader #aran x male reader #aran ojiro x male reader #haikyuu smut #aran ojiro smut #bottom aran ojiro #top male reader #smoking #smoking smut #ZensFics-☆

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freddiekluger · 3 years

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I am all ears for your season 3 cap's big gay awakening ideas 👀👀

alright, you asked so sit down and strap in

before we get started- a few details are recycled/repurposed from earlier headcanons/ask answers (characterisation is like that), and i came up with all this a couple weeks back, so any overlap with other peoples suggestions is totally unintentional! i’ve just been finding the energy to properly write them up as originally i riffed them with a friend late at night lmao

the captain: homo evolution

introduction (scroll down if you’re not bothered for the hardcore analysis/logic)

this isn’t necessarily what i think WILL happen as much as how i would do it. over the past two seasons of Ghosts, we’ve seen the captain’s main character arc being centred around him loosening up, from learning to value mike, alison, and the other ghosts more as equals than soldiers/means to an end to the season 2 finale, where cap is not only expressing an interest in flowers and fashion (distinctly un-soldierly pursuits) but joining the party and other men (the direct opposite of About Last Night, in which cap bah humbugs partying/’gay abandon’ and is left speechless by the mere presence of a mostly naked man). that being said, the captain is still the captain: his character is still centred around this need for rules and structure and he still finds his identity in the archetypal WW2 military man- all of his incremental moves towards a more ‘modern’ perspective have ultimately been made possible because, like Ben said on twitter, the captain isn’t CONSCIOUSLY aware that he’s gay. he has the underlying feeling that he’s different, he knows of his tendency to attach himself to specific men and form incredibly close bonds (and, as demonstrated by his attempts to hide them, is at least somewhat aware that that’s not the norm), but in his mind he’s written that off as merely “not being a ladies man”.

the captain is from the 1940s- it’s one thing for him to see and be supportive of a same-gender wedding in present day England where gay=legal unions, marketed doritos, and homophobia being still present but generally frowned upon, and another thing entirely for him to have to apply it to himself. we’ve already seen that the captain appears to be stuck in the past more than any of the other ghosts (”the war is over!” “is it, alison? is it?”- he also references the past more frequently than most of the others), and in his past sodomite gay=punishable by imprisonment and chemical castration, back alley hookups, and the constant threat of blackmail and violence. obviously, despite all this, there was a vibrant underground queer history taking place in England during this time & not all of the above is accurate, but it’s what cap would have seen, and the England of the early 20th century is denoted as being a particularly brutal period for lgbtq+ folks (the destruction of the first world war exacerbated rage and frustration, and lgbtq+ people weren’t the only gorup to end up on the receiving end of that, but i digress). this is basiclly just a really long way of me saying that the captain compartmentalising to that degree was, and to some extent is, a survival mechanism. confronting his homoseuxality means confronting what it means for a 1940s man to be a dreaded homosexual, and all of that directly conflicts with the image of ‘the Captain’ he’s built in his mind.

we’ve seen this in Redding Weddy, where the captain is aware that Havers means/meant more to him than was normal for a captain/2ic relationship (he does attempts to hide his affection- “i shall miss you, Havers. by which of course i mean we shall miss you “he left me, i mean he left for the front”), but is never able to fully verbalise WHY, and it only takes a series of increasingly dramatic prompts before he will even mention the idea of Havers, let alone begin to articulate their relationship.

all this just goes to prove that for the captain to properly ‘come out’, there needs to be an external inciting incident- he could easily have gone on shadowing attractive men whenever they visit and avoiding interrogating those feelings for another seventy years if Button house remained without alison and mike.

while at least julian, pat, and robin have noticed that the cap is not the most heteroseual of men (they’re the only ghosts who have visibly reacted when cap says gay shit), they all appear to have decided to just not mention it, which makes alison and mike our wildcards. not only has alison’s ability to see and communicate with the ghosts already connected them more to the modern world than they ever have been, alison, and mike by extension, has a personal stake in the wellbeing/general growth of the ghosts. happy ghosts=happy house, and like it or not some of them are even beginning to become friends. [i probably didn’t need to write all this like explaining my decisions, but i think figuring out the motivations behind everyon just develops the flavour and lets us have a sexy and accurate headcanon]

so,

the episode

while the captain might not consciously know he’s a fruit (derogatory), he is well and truly terrible at concealing the thirst (it’s not his fault things just keep slipping out!)- i love the idea of just having a supercut near the beginning of the episode that just shows that the captain has gotten even GAYER since last season, with slip ups becoming almost a daily occurence, but it’s getting to the point where it’s actually becoming a serious hazard. last week, he was supposed to be looking out for alison while attempted to put up blinds, but one of mike’s friends (who was over ‘helping out’, which mostly meant eating chips and covering himself in paint) walked through the room with his shirt off and paint handprints on the seat of his shorts, distracting the captain from realising that alison’s stepladder was about to give way.

with the increased presence of non elderly men in the house (the previous owner wasn’t exactly the life of the party) the captain is getting gayer and gayer, but he’s also becoming more and more defensive, while his brisk demeanour and need for control regresses to much more of a season 1 state (a subconscious attempt to regain control as things get close to spilling over). it’s not the first time his repression has almost slipped, he spent much of his life surrounded by soldiers after all, but with no war and no corporeal body he’s got almost nothing to distract himself from it. needless to say, between the safety hazards and the almost agressive defensiveness which derails any interaction, something needs to be done about the captain.

throughout the week, alison tries to find the opportune time to talk to the captain about what’s going on with him for everyone’s sake, but cap keeps masterfully evading any ‘deep’ talk with willful misunderstanding or just straight up dismissal (which at times gets a bit rude), and alison really doesn’t have the time- her and mike are caught up with managing the first official room redecoration and butting heads with a passive agressive delivery driver. insert general shenangigans, but at some point the captain’s whole “accidentally sabotage something by being distracted and then attack anyone who dares even look at him the wrong way afterwards” act causes alison to exasperatedly blurt out “we all know you’re gay! we get it! you like men! you can drop the act!”. there’s no malice or anything but, as we know, when alison gets run ragged things don’t tend to come out quite right.

everything falls silent (and mike is vaguely confused), and the captain just looks like a deer in headlights. as alison catches her breath, pat pipes up with a “it’s alright, cap, we don’t mind- now we can focus on the task at hand”. the captain sort of regains his composure and once again attempts to brush them all off with a scoff and a “i haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. if any of us is distracted, i-it’s... kitty!” but it’s easy to tell he looks rattled. most of his words don’t come out right, and after trying to blame kitty for their failures (she just had the unfortunate luck of being in his line of sight), he ends up doing an awkward little walk away which quickly turns into a full on sprint. mike, having finished processing alison yelling about gay shit to the air and kind of pieced together what must have happened awkwardly chimes in with “it’s okay to be gay!”- alison just pats him on the back (”yeah no he’s gone, mike.” “gone?” “sprinted away.” “huh”)

the episode continues with the captain flat out avoiding alison and the other ghosts to an almost funny extent as the other plots continue. it takes a bit for alison to realise why the captain reacted so badly (in fact, it’s actually mike who remembers that he’s 1940s ghost- “he’s probably just scared and taking it out on everyone else”). while thomas and julian vote for leaving the captain be so they can have some peace and quiet, fanny/pat/alison/robin decide someone needs to talk to him (fanny surprised everyone but after all, she got murdered because her husband had to live in secrecy- if talking to the captain will avert any further crises, she’s happy to make sure someone else does it for her). kitty’s still upset about being singled out, but she knows better than anyone that sometimes all you need is a friend- cue realisation no. 2.

with the captain avoiding everyone, sending in a regular emissary isn’t going to work. they need to find the least threatening person possible, with no agenda or history other than being there to help (a friend, if you will)- cue everyone looking at mike.

a quick offscreen briefing later, we see mike wandering out to the field where the captain has exiled himself- remember that up until this point, the captain was still in conscious denial about his sexuality, so being forced to confront it head on (and finding out that apparently everyone ‘knew’, which for cap would feel like an intimate invasion of privacy/forced vulnerability) would rattle him to the point of self-exile- he might not be able to run from his sexuality, but he can run from people. the thing is, mike can’t see or hear the ghosts, which means the captain can’t be frightened off by any expectations (mike actually talks to/at cap while facing completely the wrong direction, but consdiering the above point, this works rather well).

the captain was alternating between pacing, fiddling with his swagger stick, and sitting, but he unconsciously stands to attention as mike wanders over. he’s used to mike not being able to see them, so mike asking to sit down takes him by surprise, disrupting his instinct to flee again.

mike begins a little awkwardly (”mind if i sit?” *silence* “...i’m just gonna assume that’s a no. or is it a yes? yeah anyways i’m just gonna sit. so... heard you’ve been going through a rough patch”), and the captain almost scoffs and wanders off, but something about the clumsy earnestness in mike’s voice, the captain’s vulnerable state, and the fact that it’s been so long since cap has had anyone actually check in on him, that he stays put. he keeps standing and staring away from button house, and mike keeps speaking to the empty air to his left, and alison and the ghosts stay hidden behind their bush a few metres away, but at least the captain is listening. for the first time in weeks, he’s not on the offensive.

“i can’t actually see or hear you, so i’m just gonna talk and assume you’re listening. alison mentioned you have a habit of running away but, um, maybe don’t do that please?”

“my mate daniel's gay. uh, homosexual, you’d probably say- did you have gay when you were alive? did it just mean happy? anyway, he didn’t come out- that means tell people- until he left high school. we all kind of guessed it, the other kids at school gave him a real tough time for it, but he just squashed it down. couldn’t imagine that all the things people were shouting at him were true, so he ignored it. he’s doing good now though. got married to his husband last year, currently runs a bookshop. so that’s nice.”

it goes quiet for a bit. the captain hasn’t moved, and we’re still only seeing shots of him from the back, but there’s a little less tension in his stance than there was before. mike clears his throat before continuing.

“i’m guessing you’re probably pretty scared right now. i would be- i mean not that you should be, you shouldn’t, but coming from your... situation, i’m guessing it’d be hard. no one’s saying you have to be anything you’re not ready to be, but lots of things that are scary are actually not bad. airplanes, skydiving, clowns- well, not the clown from that movie, but he gives clowns a bad rep- i’m sure there are plenty of lovely clowns out in the world. still give me the creeps though.” the captain makes a captain-y noise of assent about the clown comment- he never liked them either.

mike glances over to the bush where alison and the ghosts were attempting to listen in (they could only catch every few words- mary got particularly concerned about why mike had referenced clowns), and the captain still hasn’t run away, so alison motions for mike to keep going. he starts telling the captain a story from his uni days. it’s got nothing to do with the captain, or being gay, or self-acceptance, or anything like that- it’s just a standard tale of comedic but inventive problem solving. the captain sits himself down next to mike (to his right, avoiding mike’s gaze, and still staring away from button house), muttering that his legs are getting a bit tired. he sits there for a while, and mike just talks. sometimes he circles back to the gay thing, sometimes he just asks the captain questions, before remembering that he can’t actually hear any answer, but then he keeps asking anyway, thinking that cap might need to talk. he doesn’t at first, but slowly he offers up a word or two. and then a sentence, and then maybe more- mike will accidentally cut the captain off, or leave the silence to long, but the captain doesn’t mind (it’s a nice reminder that nothing he says will actually go on to have consequence). at one point, mike gets out his phone to show the captain photos of his mate daniel and daniel's husband, not just their wedding day but casual photos- couples drinks with him and alison, dinners at each other's places, the bookshop.

alison and the other ghosts have long gone, and the sun is just about to sink below the horizon by the time the captain stands himself back up with the traditional knee crack and grunt. he looks at mike and nods, giving him a simple thank you before turning to walk (not run) back to button house, head held slightly higher and looking more relaxed than he’s been all episode. the captain has still got a lot to figure out, but at least it’s a start.

[i love the dramatic ending but the implication is that alison has to go and fetch mike bc he has no ideas cap has left and is prepared to keep going lol- also by no means is cap suddenly going to ditch his characterisation and become a yas kween gay right away, i didn’t go into the aftermath bc this is alreayd fucking LONG but let me know if you want follow up????}

EDIT: i've rbed this with the follow up/part 2 attached!

EDIT 2, much later: switched out mike's reference to his 'younger brother' to a school friend, since the christmas special confirmed mike only has sisters and we're all about accuracy here

#bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #the captain #ben willbond #bbc ghosts captain #bbc ghosts headcanon #ghosts headcanon #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #mlm

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finleycannotdraw · 4 years

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Guess what? I’m re-binge-reading Good Omens. And here are some Obervations that I forgot about and some things I might put in fics. Also things I found funny. Basically my dumb commentary on the book.

Crowley actually flees Sister Mary. He doesn’t saunter vaguely away. He flees.

Ligur is rather more thoughtful than he’s portrayed in the show

Anathema likes to read about herself, and her teachers are confused because she spells words like Agnes Nutter

Crowley apologizes

By page 41, it is mentioned at least twice that Aziraphale and Crowley Do Not choose each other’s company for any reason other than that they are constants, that they have an Arrangement, and that they are Friends because being Enemies got boring.

Aziraphale blushes!!!!!!

The Drunk Scene is fuckin hilarious and it’s actually a lot longer than it is in the show, and really you ought to read it. (Book pages 47-50)

My mom (who has a PhD in human development) would probably like to talk to Crowley about upbringing because they seem to agree on how important it is

War has always looked 25, and had a vulture that died of fatty degeneration

Pollution is very cleverly compared to actual pollution

Warlock has Kermit the frog overalls, and Nanny Ashtoreth is described as someone who “advertises unspecified but strangely explicit services in certain magazines”. The tutors are present for about four paragraphs. Warlock is good at math and likes banana flavored bubblegum.

Crowley has a slice of angel cake. Aziraphale eats it. Aziraphale also eats deviled eggs. Hm.

Crowley calls Aziraphale angel casually enough to suggest he’s been doing it for a long time

Some girl at Warlock’s party calls Aziraphale a f*ggot

Crowley glares suspiciously at a gerbil. It is suggested that Hell has, in the past, sent hell-gerbils in place of hellhounds.

“Oh dear,” muttered Aziraphale, not swearing with the practiced ease of one who has spent six thousand years not swearing, and who wasn’t going to start now.

Adam and his friends play in a place called The Pit, where shopping carts go to die, apparently

Crowley is the first one to mention sides in the book!??!? Also Crowley goes on about how humans are more evil than Hell (but he calls himself evil—is he calling himself human already?)

Aziraphale yells “get off the road, you clown!”

“What’s a velvet underground?” *love confession???* “you wouldn’t like it”

Aziraphale is a bit rude to Crowley in the “flashes of love” scene and Crowley is less panicked about it

Crowley glares at the Bentley and it fixes itself

Anathema’s bike is called Phaeton

COULD THEY ACT ANY MORE MARRIED OH MY GOD

Aziraphale speaks like. Like ugh. “FlOUndeR on tHe rOcKS of inEquiTY”

“Thirty seconds later someone shot both of them. With incredible accuracy.” *cuts to a random pleasant story about Mary Hodges* *cuts back to where Aziraphale has fallen into a rhododendron and Crowley licks the paint before he knows it’s paint* dumbasses

Crowley does not slam Aziraphale into the wall

Crowley is actually pretty impatient and doesn’t argue with Aziraphale when he’s worried

“Nothing but dust and fundamentalists” “that was nasty” “sorry, couldn’t help it”

When the radio sings “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,” Crowley sings “for me” and then screams

Crowley asks Aziraphale if he’ll keep in touch, and Aziraphale doesn’t say tickety-boo, and then Crowley says “right” and feels very alone

the international express man is small and has glasses, and wears green woolen socks

The sword, which turns out to be Aziraphale’s, is described as having an aura of hatred and menace, which makes me think of how it could’ve gotten that aura from Heaven or from humanity or from War...

In the book Pepper has red hair and freckles, which makes it a cool comparison to War’s appearance and the defeat of War

Adam is excellent at slouching, apparently

Occasionally, as Aziraphale reads the book, he would very nearly swear

“He wouldn’t have said ‘that’s weird’ if a flock of sheep had cycled past playing violins.”

“If you had told him there were children starving in Africa he would’ve been flattered that you’d noticed.”

“...that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.” (151)

Wensleydale watches David Attenborough programs

Shadwell’s voice is described as “the color of an old raincoat” and seems to fake smoking cigarettes

Aziraphales cocoa is moldy and solidified by the time he calls Arthur Young, and has a thin layer of dust on himself too

Newt says that the walls look like nicotine and the floor looks like cigarette ash, and he suspects both are, actually, coated with these substances

Newt looks a bit like Clark Kent, and people seem to like Shadwell for some reason, much to his annoyance.

Aziraphale calls Shadwell “dear boy” on the phone

Agnes Nutter called God a daft old fool #goals

Adam is wayyyy too good at video games

Smelling Anathema’s perfume makes Newt uncomfortable

Adam suggests that Pepper ought to have Russia cause of her red hair (huh)

Anathema and Newt actually have decent conversations?? Like?? Show??? C’mon, man. The show kinda butchered their relationship.

Trees, apparently, make a ‘vvrooooommm’ sound when they grow very fast

“He suspected that Crowley was from the Mafia, or the underworld, although he would have been surprised how right he nearly was.” Shadwell also thought Aziraphale was a Russian spy. Wow, Shadwell.

Aziraphale calls Crowley and actually says “shut up” to him, and then when the answering machine beeps, he tells Crowley to “stop making noises” and then he swears for the first time ever.

The fuckin’ footnote on page 227

“A sleek computer was the sort of thing Crowley felt that the sort of human he tried to be would have.” I like the word choice here. He’s not pretending to be a human, he’s trying to be one. That’s a really important distinction.

It never actually says what Crowley does to his plants.

Crowley’s flat is very white. Wow, Crowley. It just looks dark because of the lighting. Heaven imagery and symbolism out my ears, goddammit.

Why does Hell say Crowley’s name so much when talking to him?? Honestly, I think that’s an intentional dig at his chosen name, using it in their speech to scare him. Wow, Hell. (And wow, Finn, excellent sentence)

Whenever the book says something is shaped like something, it definitely isn’t that thing. “man-shaped” “dog-shaped” “car-shaped”... makes it pretty obvious they aren’t men, dogs, or cars, huh.

The code to Crowley’s safe is 4004. The year he “slithered onto this stupid, marvelous planet”... and the year he met Aziraphale, of course. Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, Crowley, my dude.

Crowley consideres sticking Hastur into his car until he turns into Freddie Mercury but then decides even he isn’t that cruel

Actual text that I feel like nobody really agrees with: “Madame Tracy was by many yardsticks quite stupid”

“Do I look like I run a bookshop?” “...imagine me out of uniform, sir, and what kind of man would you see before you? Honestly?” “A prat.”

I’m crying. The fucking bookshop fire scene made me fucking cry. I’m literally crying.

“...on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below.” “The police and firemen looked at him, saw the expression on his face, and stayed exactly where they were.” “...a crack of thunder so loud it hurt....” *the sound of Finley sobbing into their cat*

The shortest biker in the cafe thing is 6′2, what the fuck

War, Famine, Pollution, and Pop Trivia 1962-1979

“Pollution removed his helmet and shook out his long white hair. He had taken over when Pestilence, muttering about penicillin, had retired in 1936. If only the old boy had known what opportunities the future had held.” HMMMMMMMMMMM

“There were no bitches in Hell either.” I know it’s talking about female dogs, but I rather thought Hell was full of bitches.

“Why are you talking like a poofter?” “Ah. Australia.”

“gOsh, aM i on teLEviSiON?” (Basically Aziraphale gets passionate about stuff and likes to talk).

Crowley is actually an optimist and doesn’t dwell too much on how sucky the world is. He doesn’t go get smashed in a bar. He just finds Aziraphale’s notes in the book and heads to Tadfield. And also, his new pair of sunglasses just... materializes out of his eyes. And he likes to whistle.

“Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking to Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty to Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You’ve Given Them A Good Thumping But Secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People traveled with them.”

“on top of the pile a rather large octopus waved a languid tentacle at them. The sergeant resisted the temptation to wave back.” Honestly dude, if an octopus waved at me I’d wave back.

Wait Agnes was apparently talking to Shadwell and not God when she said yowe daft old foole. I dunno

Madame Tracy: You old silly. Shadwell:

Aziraphale does not know how to get rid of demons. Canonically. “Had never done other to get rid of demons than to hint to them very strongly that he, Aziraphale, had some work to be getting on with, and wasn’t it getting late? And Crowley always got the hint.”

The road to Hell is paved with frozen door to door salesmen, apparently. The question is where it is, because the demons always seem to just stem out of the ground.

“Heigh ho,” said Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway. I love this sentence during that scene.

I bet Hastur gets really mad whenever he hears Aziraphale’s voice from now on

Crowley isn’t breathing the entire burning Bentley scene

ADAM. SAID. “But I reckon you can make your own side” AND WE FUCKIN IGNORED IT?

The temperature above the M25 was simultaneously 700ºC and -140ºC which makes me think of something I read about magenta not being real. The M25 is magenta.

I feel like “Agnes” is just going to become an inside joke between Anathema and Newt at this point, and it will drive Crowley insane because he knows who she is but somehow still doesn’t get the joke.

I’m six inches taller than R.P. Tyler, and apparently according to the back sleeve of the book jacket, I’m very similar in height to Neil Gaiman

R.P. Tyler thought Shadwell was a ventriloquist’s dummy, and then sees cows doing somersaults

“That’s terrific. Much obliged,” said Crowley. — “Funny weather we’re having, isn’t it?” “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” “Probably because your car is on fire.” .... Also the fact that Crowley looks like a young man which I find interesting.

“The Four Button-Pressers of the Apocalypse”

“Where is Armageddon, anyway?” “I’ve always meant to look that up.” “There’s an Armageddon, Pennsylvania”

Famine is the one that says “that’s one big avocado”, and also, I find it interesting that War, more than once, talks about love. (All is fair in love and war much?)

Anathema threatens the guard with a stick, pretending it’s a gun

Aziraphale, of course, asks Crowley to sort it out because he, Aziraphale, is “the nice one” and then proceeds to sort it out himself. Because of course he does. Because what else could he possibly do.

I just ADORE THIS BOOK OKAY

I’M PROBABLY GOING TO READ IT AGAIN IN A MONTH

Aziraphale and Crowley are so fuckin married I can’t

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starlit-dreaming · 4 years

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[WMMAP] Lucathy Ideas (3/?)

i thought that “it was only one night” would end up taking over my life as a lucathy fan but surprisingly it didnt. maybe it took up a page’s worth of writing/notes since i wrote most of this before i started posting wip tidbits lmao

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Talk About OOC -- Actor AU

• Okay so. WMMAP started off as a heartwarming movie about a father and daughter learning to get along, and Claude learning to overcome him grief for losing his lover, which is also the movie Athanasia started her debut as a child actress. Diana and Claude are actually Athanasia’s parents and they’re happily together (and Diana’s still alive) -- they both ended up with the lead role in a movie and the rest of their relationship was history.

• WMMAP is announced to be part of a trilogy, which is where Jennette, Ezekiel, and Lucas actually get introduced in the second movie. Lucas is the son of a director, and Ezekiel is the son of an actor. Jennette is a huge fan of the WMMAP book/movie and auditioned to play the role of, well, Jennette. Might need to give the show characters different names to avoid confusion. It deals with the debutante ball and Claude getting amnesia, Lucas returns, and more or less showing the message that people can still be a family even without their memories.

• The third movie would be dealing with the future bullshit that Anastacius and Roger does, and Lucas whacking Claude with a stick I guess. Or stab. I don’t know Korean, so all I know what happens after season 2 of the webtoon is what’s been translated to English for the novel so far and the comments about it.

• Basically what I’m picturing is. Diana making her appearances (in flashbacks of the movie) with a pregnant belly and for weeks after the movie gets released, people are going crazy with theories -- is she pregnant? Yes, some will shout; No, others will scream; Maybe? people might question. Diana will cackle as she posts a selfie of her and Athy, with Claude holding a newborn baby boy onto twitter with the caption “baby Areum is finally here!”

• Also behind the scene shenanigans. Kiel and Athy accidentally started a twitter ship war, but it’s not in the way you would imagine a WMMAP ship war to be. Felix/Claude vs Diana/Lillian -- which is gayer. Lucas essentially went “but wouldn’t Athy/Jenn be gayer than Diana/Lillian?” and ended up fanning the ship war flames which pretty much dragged everyone else into the shipping side of fandom. Diana wouldn’t stop laughing about it for days, tbh.

• In the second movie everyone pretty much already knew that Lucathy was endgame, but Lucas and Athy were both, more or less “nah we’re not actually going to be together-together” but then the cheek kiss happens and Lucas does the Thing and kisses her hand??? Yeah. Athanasia was shot by an arrow from that one.

• Ngl this was not what I originally thought about for an Actor AU but it does make sense than it being a TV series tbh

Apparently I’m the Princess of Faes -- Fantasy / Magic AU

• For all of Athanasia’s years of life, she always thought that she was just a regular human incapable of using magic. She's a villager who lives on the outskirts of town, in the forest, and all she knows is her mother’s name and that her mother was a medical witch. And ever since she turned 14, she decided to follow in her mother’s footsteps with potion making and making medicine for a living. • One day, at age 18, she finds an injured wolf with black fur and red eyes in the woods, brings him home, and accidentally manages to heal him with magic. I like to imagine that it’s kind of like a Rapunzel from Tangled situation in the fact that Athanasia sings, her hair glows, and bam, healing magic, except her hair has always been blonde. It’s just that it glows when she uses her magic. • And Lucas, who is in his wolf form trying to find a long lost princess who might not even be alive, is basically “oh shit I found the princess of faes and she’s gorgeous what the fuck” but he more or less keeps that to himself in order to learn more about the situation (such as finding out that her mother’s a witch, meaning that Athanasia isn’t pure fae, meaning that it’s safer for her to live outside of the palace walls). • Athanasia finding out that she actually has magic? Believable -- she probably just needed to figure out how to use it after all. Finding out that her new wolf friend is actually the guy in charge of keeping a long lost princess of the fae kingdom company? Okay... a bit startling, but that definitely sounds possible. Learning that she’s the long lost princess? Well, fuck.

maybe Don’t catch ‘em all? -- Pokémon AU

• Athanasia is primary Fairy-type trainer who becomes a Fairy Gym Leader. Her six teammates are Primarina (picked popplio as a starter), Togekiss (togepi was her first pkmn from an egg), Sylveon, Hatterene, Klefki (a downright prankster), and Ninetales (gifted to her as a vulpix from Lucas). Because she only uses four in a gym battle, she tends to switch her team on a regular basis to be unpredictable. • Lucas is a primary Dragon-type trainer that became a Dragon Gym Leader around the same time as Athanasia. At his gym, he only uses four Pokémon in battles -- Dragalge, Hydreigon, Kommo-o, and Duraludon. He has Appletun (given to him by Athy as an applin) and Garchomp as his remaining team, but he doesn’t use them often in battle. • Originally, it was intended to Athanasia and Jennette to be rivals in their family (as Claude and Anastacius seemed to have a blatant neverending rivalry), but Jennette was interested in pokemon contests due to her admiration for Diana. Athanasia found the competition of battling to be enjoyable and felt that it established a common ground between her and Claude. • Athanasia occasionally participates in contests from time to time, but it stopped being fun when she was constantly compared to Diana.

it was only one night -- ONS + Unplanned Pregnancy AU

(x) the overall rating is E. I’ve posted a bunch of wip’s for this au that you can start reading from here or you can wait for when i post it on ao3 on my NotSafeForWyn account //winkwonks (it’ll definitely happen, i just don’t know when)

• Diana doesn’t die at childbirth, and instead dies when Athanasia is only 4 years old. After Diana dies, Claude’s relationship with Athanasia sours for a bit with Claude deliberately distancing himself from her by focusing on his business [Obelia Enterprises] and Athanasia works hard to be the best heiress she could be so that Claude would actually look at her.

• If you read my idea for the Student Council AU (in my lucathy ideas 2) and thought “huh, this kinda feels a lot like a LP version of your Student Council AU, Wyn, except Diana died and (blahblahblah)” then yes you would be absolutely correct. Also, Lucas’s parents did divorce instead of staying together, which is one of the reasons that causes the both of them to grow up without the other.

• Also, when Jennette’s aunt dies, she’s 14 and she ends up in Claude’s custody, not the Alpheus Fam. Similar to LP, Claude pays more attention to Jennette and ends up declaring her to be the heiress of the company instead of Athanasia. The reason for this isn’t because he loves Jennette, though, and Athanasia doesn’t end up getting kicked out or anything, she just chose to leave home and never went back for several years because she couldn’t stand how bitter she feels about Claude and Jennette.

• Basically follows similarities to the Anastacius/Penelope/Claude/Diana dynamic (which is 100% intentional and was Not something decided an hour after posting one of the wip tidbits). Athanasia and Ezekiel dated for a few years until Ezekiel slept with Jennette, and while the difference is that Athy forgives him because she believed in him and genuinely wanted to believe that he wouldn’t cheat on her, Jennette claims that she’s pregnant, they breakup, and Jennkiel announce their engagement (spoilers, Jennette had a “miscarriage” after the announcement). They eventually got married, but they don’t have children.

• After Athanasia graduates from law school, she starts working at <The Lovely Success> which is a famous and international law firm (and yes, the law firm was intentionally named that as a nod to The Lovely Princess and it amuses me immensely because it sounds like it could be a title of a cheesy romcom), she meets Lucas who she ends up befriending. Everyone at the law firm thinks they’re dating, but they don’t bother clearing up those rumours because they’re both married to their jobs. It’s a strong commitment, really.

• Lucas and Athanasia both get tipsy from champagne and they end up sleeping together (they weren’t necessarily drunk-drunk, but they both agreed to blame it on the alcohol). And although she took the Plan B pill, she still ends up pregnant. Thankfully for her, she’s not going to handle this alone.

• If you ever listened to the Waitress soundtrack, it’s basically “The Negative” except combined with “Bad Idea” minus the whole cheating situation cause they’re both single in the beginning. Plus, I had to have gotten that “it was only one night” title name from somewhere (The Negative, for those who were curious, which is basically a song about taking a pregnancy test).

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oakandcirrus · 3 years

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a hallmark movie but better and gayer

inspired by ‘tis the damn season and my own aching heart.

rating: pg

word count: 1.6k

description: you’re going home for christmas, rekindling an old flame, discovering small miracles.

read on ao3: sunshinecorvid

you’re a writer living in LA and you have to go back to your hometown for the holidays. you aren’t looking forward to it, you didn’t leave on good terms and you haven’t been back in years. the flight is a short one but it felt like days. you stared out the window, lost in the nostalgia and the freedom laden haze of your teenage years, the love and the friends and finals and sneaking beers up to clark’s point to watch the sunset, your first kiss, your first heartbreak, your father telling you to get the hell out as soon as you were eighteen.

you land. it’s cloudy like it always was, the mountains white with fresh snow instead of the green of spring or the golden fire of autumn. there’s a pang of regret, regret that you ever left, regret that you ever came back. you had no idea what was waiting for you but you were sure it wasn’t anything good.

your parent’s house hasn’t changed one bit. simple white lights around the porch, an evergreen wreath on the front door laced with red ribbons and holly. your father opens the door. he greets you with a hug, that’s new, you thought. he welcomes you inside, tells you your old room upstairs is all done up and ready for you. there’s the smell of mom’s minestrone.

you head upstairs and almost get knocked over by the overwhelming deja vu, memories coming at you like an ax to your skull.

you sit down, you don’t unpack. you aren’t staying.

instead you go through old journals and yearbooks you left behind, seeing faces you no longer had memories to go with, going oh he’s dead now, or she hated me, they liked me.

you stopped when you came to his face. sharp smile, bright eyes, soft heart. you remember his lips against yours, you remember being shoved away, the only time you’ve ever seen fear on his face, you remember being grabbed and held and loved.

you close the yearbook. dinner should be ready now.

your parents finally grew up. they didn’t understand at first, your father was livid at first, but he understands now. they both do. they ask about anyone back home. you smile, shake your head, and they exchange a glance.

it’s better than yelling. and a part of you wanted this. you ignored that part.

you eat dinner, they catch you up on what’s changed. the bakery closed down. oh no, you say, we loved that place. there’s a Starbucks there now. you frown, you eat your soup. it’s quiet. you mention it. your sister will be here tomorrow. enjoy it while it lasts, your mom says.

you have a beer, watch the sun die. just like you used to. you feel as if nothing has changed, but everything has changed. you tell yourself lies. that you are happy. that you enjoy your life. that you don’t miss this.

you are afraid of missing this. nothing has changed, everything has changed.

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you see him. you turn around and head in the opposite direction. no no no no. you keep walking. you pray he didn’t see you.

you pray he did.

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your dad is out of butter. there is not a single stick of butter in the house. apparently this is cause for war. mom needs butter for pie crust, dad needs butter for turkey and dinner rolls. you head out to buy butter.

it’s freezing. never got this cold in LA. ever. you had to buy warm clothes just to come home.

home. it had never been that before.

you walk into the corner market. the one that had always been there, a staple, a place locked in time. phil greets you at the door. phil looks like he should be dead by now, but for all you know he’s part of this place’s time magic too. you look over towards the refrigerated section and-

and you’re stupid. you’re the stupidest person alive.

you saw the truck. you saw red paint and mud-stained tires and the necklace you gave him hanging on the rear view mirror. you saw it parked outside the market. and you walked in. why did you walk in?

you see him. he sees you. he smiles, god that smile, wide and toothy and crooked, he waves. left hand, no ring. he’s wearing an apron that says marjorie’s market, he’s restocking the fridge. henley rolled up to the elbows, tight around his biceps and forearms. why are you noticing this? you aren’t.

you buy your butter. you leave.

you walk in the front door. lean against it and catch your breath, try not to lose it. there’s a log on the fire, the place smells like pine sap and smoke and sugar. your sister walks by. what’s up with you, she says. you scowl. some things never change.

you head upstairs. you aren’t thinking. you refuse to, you can’t.

but he’s there on the inside of your eyelids, lodged in your thoughts like the sly little fox he always was. not little, your lovely brain supplies helpfully.

no, not little. he had grown. boy was a man now. from scrawny muscle and narrow hips to strong arms and broad shoulders. same eyes, same smile.

did the same things to your heart.

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there’s a knock at the door. you look out the window. you panic.

there he was with his hands in his blue jeans and the always-too-big trucker jacket he’d finally grown into. he was nervous. you smile, you curse yourself.

your mom gets up, starts walking to the door and you cannot let that happen no matter what.

it’s too late.

there you are, she says with a smile, wrapping him in her arms. hows you and your father, she asks. dealing, he says. there’s something off in him, an ache in him that sparks an ache in you. you’re curious. your body remembers and it craves. to comfort, to hold. you missed part of the conversation.

mom closes the screen door, he stays right there, rocking on his heels.

like the air before a thunderstorm, charged with power and potential destruction, you feel your mom’s presence. she snaps your name, scolds you in a way mother’s always can, no matter how old you are. you’ve seen him twice, and you just left? she sounds appalled. she tells you to go talk to him, now. never leave a boy standing out in the cold, she says, bad manners. and with that, she heads back into the dining room to finish a puzzle she started last night.

you swallow your pride, your nervousness. everything that comes with seeing his face again, hearing his voice again.

you’re in a sweater, a sweater in a color that he always said you looked good in. that was an accident. you didn’t mean to bring it, you didn’t mean to put it on this morning, but here you were. here he was.

hey, you say, opening up the screen door and stepping out onto the porch.

hey, he says. you missed his voice. you hate yourself for it.

it’s awkward. there’s no debating it. you feel like jay and daisy. the tension of silent years and unspoken words and feelings hanging between you, tangling you together.

you can almost feel mom and dad’s eyes on the back of your neck. your sister was probably watching too, the little devil.

you ran away, he says, breaking the silence. he laughs, and you missed that too. literally, you ran away from me.

you bury your head in your hands. i’m sorry, you say, you’re laughing too now. you can’t help it. his laughter has always been contagious. the kind that makes you roll on the ground with stomach cramps.

you tell him you were nervous.

why, he asks.

everything, being here, it’s a lot of memories and... it’s a lot. a lot to remember.

how can you say everything you’ve ever wanted to say without saying a word? how can you tell someone how much they meant to you, how you crumbled when the space they occupied in your heart was empty, how can you tell someone all of the bruises and burns you had gotten because you had made a mistake?

though it wasn’t a mistake, leaving, it was beginning to feel like one.

he looks at you, into you, sees it all, like he always has, like you’ll always let him. but he doesn’t say a word except, do you wanna go for a drive?

you bite your lip. bad idea. this was a bad, bad, bad idea. you smiled, said let’s go.

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new roads, same destination.

his arms, his lips, his bed.

kissing under stars in the freezing cold.

minutes felt like days felt like seconds.

snowfall and fireplace crackle and small-town Christmas.

it was Christmas Eve, Christmas day, the day after. all in the blink of an eye.

Christmas Eve spent with him, spent sharing drinks, spent hands linked.

Christmas day, snowed in, he was home. talking to your dad, cooking with your mom. his dad came over, a sad sight without his wife, but we ate around the table, talking and laughing, it felt right. it felt like every day, it felt like nothing, it felt like everything.

and then you went back to LA. back to the smog and 75 in December. you weren’t going to keep him waiting if he didn’t ask you to stay. you had a life, sort of, he had a life, sort of. it wasn’t going to work. it couldn’t. because boyfriends don’t run to the airport to stop you from leaving just before your flight, and boyfriends don’t fly four and a half hours to show up outside your door drenched in rain and with a bushel of roses. grand romantic gestures don’t happen. huge miracles don’t happen.

but little ones do.

a phone call. a bag packed. an empty apartment. a plane ticket.

a home.

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 4 years

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Is It Really THAT Bad?

I’m going to warn you all now. This one is going to get a bit angry at the end. Normally I would try and remain as professional as possible, but in this case, I don’t feel like I would be able to.

Batman & Robin is a film that has lived in infamy since its release in 1997. Upon release, it was critically reviled, and this hatred of the film continued long into the modern day, where it frequently tops “worst films of all time lists” to the point where it actually is listed on the Wikipedia page for “List of films considered the worst.” It was nominated for at least 11 Razzies but only won a single one, and it went on to be a frequent punching bag on the {REDACTED] Critic’s web show, where he would get irrationally angry at the mere mention of the Bat Credit Card. In contemporary reviews, Mick LaSalle of The San Francisco Chronicle stated “"George Clooney is the big zero of the film, and should go down in history as the George Lazenby of the series,” which is less of a criticism and more of a compliment, if I’m being totally honest.

Most of the stars would take a negative stance towards it as well, with legend stating that if you tell George Clooney that you saw the film in theaters, he will refund you for your ticket out of his own pocket. Chris O’Donnell likewise is not particularly fond of the film, stating "It just felt like everything got a little soft the second time. On Batman Forever, I felt like I was making a movie. The second time, I felt like I was making a kid's toy commercial." And, perhaps most depressingly, Joel Schumacher himself was apparently very apologetic for the film, though this may or may not have come about because of years and years of vitriol being directed at him for making this film.

In the wake of Mr. Schumacher’s passing, I decided to re-watch the film, as I am famously rather fond of it, and I am going to tell you all why the answer to the question “Is it really THAT bad?” is a loud, resounding, NO.

THE GOOD

There’s honestly quite a lot to like here, more than you might think. I think first and foremost what you need to understand going in is that this is a silly, cartoonish take on the Burton style, blending the silliness and camp of the West series with the drama and aesthetics of the Burton films, all while adding some over-the-top, colorful flair. John Glover, who appears in the film as a cartoonish mad scientist, even has gone on record as saying "Joel would sit on a crane with a megaphone and yell before each take, 'Remember, everyone, this is a cartoon'. It was hard to act because that kind of set the tone for the film”… the last sentence makes the statement very baffling, but at least even the actors were aware of what they were doing. If this doesn’t sound appealing, well, the opening is sure to warn you off, as it is a suiting up montage with various shots of the firm butts, large codpieces, and stiff batnipples of the Dynamic Duo. The movie is very upfront about what you’re in for.

On the subject of the infamous batnipples, Schumacher stated "I had no idea that putting nipples on the Batsuit and Robin suit were going to spark international headlines. The bodies of the suits come from Ancient Greek statues, which display perfect bodies. They are anatomically correct." It seems a very odd choice, but it’s pretty clear that he meant it as an amusing little design choice and nothing more. Of course, this hasn’t stopped everyone and their mother from spewing homophobic comments about how he was purposefully making the film gayer, even from star George Clooney, who has said that he played Batman as a gay man and was told by Schumacher Batman is gay. It’s so disgusting that people did and continue to do this, because honestly, the costumes are fine, and even if they are meant to be fanservice… so what? O’Donell and Clooney’s asses look nice, as does Alicia Silverstone’s when she dons a suit. The fact hers is just as form-fitting as the other two really shows that the whole idea Schumacher did it because he was gay is ridiculous; the man was very egalitarian about the fanservice in the movie.

Whatever else Clooney says, he does a pretty great job as Batman and Bruce Wayne. His speech at the end of the film where he talks to Mr. Freeze and reminds him that he is a good man and offers to help him is honestly one of the few moments in any Batman film where Batman actually feels like the one from the animated series, a man who fights crime but also wants to help the people he’s trying to stop. Clooney just has a very natural charisma that lends himself to playing a hero, and while there are a few awkward moments in the performance, he captures the fun and charm a more lighthearted Batman should. Michael Gough’s last turn as Alfred is also surprisingly poignant, and a lot of mileage is gotten out of his genuinely tearjerking subplot.

Of course, the very best part of the film is the villains. Uma Thurman is clearly having a ball as Poison Ivy, and she gets to have a ludicrous amount of costumes as well as numerous moments of fanservice. She also has the power to turn every man around her into a simp, which is absolutely amazing and leads to quite a few scenes of Batman and Robin slapping each other over her. But f course, there’s really no doubt that the best part of the film is Mr. Freeze. He’s a combination of the sillier Mr. Freeze from the West days and the more modern take of the character most are familiar with, the tragic anti-villain who wants to save his wife; such a character would take a talented man capable of comedy and drama in equal measure. And who better than Arnold Schwarzenegger? Joel Schumacher wanted a man who looked like he was chiseled from a glacier, and Arnold certainly fits that description. He spends the movie juggling some of the most corny puns you can imagine and a lot of truly powerful, understated drama, and it really does work. You honestly get the sense that Arnold really gets Mr. Freeze and what makes him a great character. Also, that suit he has is amazing.

As a final note: the Bat Credit Card is absolutely not stupid. Linkara has defended it in the past, giving reasons why and how it could actually work, but really, all that needs to be said is… is this any more ridiculous than Shark Repellent Bat Spray?

THE BAD

So don’t get the wrong idea here; this film is far from perfect. As is the case with any comedy, the humor can be hit or miss; not all of the puns land, not all of the jokes are great. You’re never going to get a perfect comedy no matter how hard you try, and this is no exception.

As for performances, I think O’Donnell’s Robin and Silverstone’s Batgirl are a bit wonky. O'Donnell has long been a source of derision for his whining, and while I think the hate is a bit overblown, he does spend a ludicrous amount of time in this film being snippy, miserable, and arrogant. I think he actually fights with Batman more than any of the villains! Still, his performance isn’t horrible, he just gets a bit too whiny at a few points.

Silverstone is a bit of a bigger problem, but she’s not quite as bad as even I remembered. She’s pretty much Batgirl in name only, since she’s related to Alfred in this, but she’s mostly okay. The issue really is that her arc in the film is relatively bland and feels a bit shoehorned, which comes to a head where she fights Poison Ivy in a designated catfight, obviously because they didn’t want Batman to punch a woman in the face I guess. There’s just one issue with that:

On the subject of Ivy, while she definitely does have plant powers here, they’re strangely underplayed. She rarely uses them even when it would probably be beneficial, instead relying on Bane to do most of the fighting for her. Ah, Bane… Bane is one of the few things about this film I can’t really muster up any sort of defense for. While his creation scene is rather cool, it doesn’t lead to much of interest, as this version of Bane is pretty much a mindless supersoldier lackey who serves Poison Ivy. Now, this was still relatively early in Bane’s existence, as he had only debuted in 1993 and was really most famous for his signature “breaking the Bat” move, but it still is baffling why, with that famous thing fresh in everyone’s minds, that they would just choose to go and basically make Bane into Evil Diet Captain America. Surely they could have either saved him for a sequel or utilized him in a way more befitting of the character? I think this Bane is kind of responsible for the negative perception of Bane as this big, dumb bruiser, something that works like The Dark Knight Rises and Arkham Origins have thankfully gone a long way to rectifying. Bane is at his best when he’s a cunning genius bruiser; here, he’s nothing but a glorified prop.

Is It Really THAT Bad?

The answer is no. No it isn’t. AT ALL.

I’ve always felt this film came out at the wrong time. It was towards the end of the 90s, during the Dark Age of Comics when everything was dark, gritty, and edgy. The world didn’t want a movie like this back then; they wanted stuff like Blade, who would come in shortly after this film and show us how to make that aesthetic work. I guess in terms of Batman they wanted something more like Dawn of Justice, which really speaks volumes to how awful the 90s were for superheroes.

Look, I’m not trying to convince anyone this is the greatest Batman film ever. Even I don’t think that; Batman Returns, The Dark Knight, and Under the Red Hood are all much better films. But is this really the worst Batman film now that we have the deeply misogynistic and disgusting The Killing Joke and the relentlessly bleak and unpleasant Batman v Superman? Hell, it’s not even worse than Batman Forever! At least the Batman in this film has some kind of emotional range beyond “plank of wood!” And even calling it the worst sequel ever is just… so baffling. Again, this is definitely better than Batman Forever, lack of Jim Carrey notwithstanding. And can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me that this is worse than any of the Terminator sequels after the second film? Worse than Iron Man 2 or Thor: The Dark World? The almost half dozen Alvin and the Chipmunk sequels? This is only the worst sequel or even a bad sequel if it is the only sequel you’ve ever seen in your life.

A lot of the hate for it from back in the day carries a strong undercurrent of homophobia. Much like the infamous backlash against disco, it’s seriously uncomfortable, and it definitely is cruel how accusatory people were towards Schumacher’s intentions for the suits of the heroes in the film. The fact that even the two main stars have gotten in on it is a bit disgusting, though O’Donnell questioning why there needed to be a codpiece is certainly less offensive than George Clooney saying he played Batman as a gay man for… whatever reason. Was he implying that Batman being gay made the movie worse? I’m not sure what he’s on about there. Even The New Batman Adventures made a cruel dig at the film; notice the sign and the effeminate-looking boy. You could only get homophobia this good in the 90s!

The hatred of this film is absolutely overblown. It’s so ridiculous. #70 on the bottom rated movies of IMDB? #1 on the 50 worst films of all time list from Empire? Doug Walker’s personal punching bag whenever he needs to talk about a bad sequel, to the point where he literally said no one wanted a comedic take on Batman in his worst sequels video? Come the fuck on.

Joel Schumacher may or may not have ended up hating this film, but he certainly was made to feel like shit for making it… and it is honest to god not that bad! But he was just absolutely eviscerated, to the point where this was a fucking headline when he died:

Literally fuck all of these people. Fuck io9 for their insensitive headline. Fuck Empire for rating this as the worst film ever. Fuck Doug Walker for his constant bashing and his shitty old “chimp out over the Bat Credit Card” gag. Double fuck Mick LaSalle for shitting on George Clooney’s performance while also trying to say George Lazenby’s Bond was bad. In fact, fuck George Clooney for his weird idea that playing Batman as gay is a bad thing (sorry George, but I can’t defend this). Fuck the Razzies. Yes, it was nominated, but I just feel it’s always a good time to say “Fuck the Razzies.”

I will never say you have to love or even like this film, but the sheer amount of vitriol and hatred for it is absolutely beyond me. At worst, this film is just a bit too goofy, and at best, it is a fun tribute to the campy days when Batman just couldn’t get rid of a bomb. I didn’t take off my score this time. I’m proud to say I gave this an 8/10, personally. If I’m being honest, a 6.6 – 6.9 is more appropriate, because it does have quite a few issues, but god, this film is not bad at all. It’s silly, goofy, campy, and fun… but bad? Not by any stretch of my imagination. And fuck the critics for convincing an entire generation that this is Batman at his worst, when we have Batman fucking slaughtering his ways through criminals and fucking Barbara Gordon on rooftops these days. I will always take stupid ice puns over misery, murder and creepy intergenerational sex, thank you very much.

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I hope you can rest easy, Mr. Schumacher. Maybe you didn’t love your film in the end but, wherever you are, I hope you know I loved it.

#Is it really that bad?#IIRTB #Review #movie review #batman & robin #joel schumacher #George Clooney #Batman #Uma Thurman #arnold schwarzenegger #Poison Ivy #Mr. Freeze #superhero movie

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Why Are We (Best) Friends?

Warnings: Excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humour, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.

Taglist: @blogging-time @veraisnotfine @littlestr @jessibbb @ibroken-butterflyi @hi-its-tutty @idkanameatall

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Chapter Three 1/2: Duck

Loosen Up

May 26th, 2017.

Tiny little sips did Patton take, swishing the liquid around before swallowing each drop. Cautious. Procrastinating. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Why are you so embarrassed? I’ve seen you so drunk that if you weren’t a figment of imagination, the police could have been outlining your dead body in chalk the next morning. You don’t have anything to be shy about,” he said. Patton glared at him. “That’s exactly what’s so embarrassing!” He shrieked. “It’s bad enough knowing that happened! I don’t want a repeat!”

“That’s the whole point of this, Pat. I’m here so you don’t get completely pissed like that again. And if you do, I’ll stop you from being stupid.”

…

“I’m always stupid,” Patton mumbled into his next sip. Albeit, it was a slightly bigger sip. Remus would have argued with Patton, but he hadn’t planned a heart to heart and felt rather unprepared. At least he knew Patton had already drunk enough to not think too hard about what he was saying. Baby steps.

Turned out the snowball effect settled in soon after that. The more Patton drank the less he thought to regulate himself so he drank more. Remus discovered that night that Patton became efficiently, drunkenly relaxed at five cans of… whatever collection of concoctions Patton had mixed up.

“Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait! If I’m a figment of Thomas’s imagination, but you’re Thomas’s imagination, does that mean you could, like, make me,” Patton made a charade of what would have resembled an explosion if he still had his fine motor skills intact, “poof? If you wanted?”

Patton had had six cans and was on his seventh.

Remus blinked at him. There was some semblance of sense in that thinking, and Remus did love a good “what if?” question. “I don’t know...” he said. “Why don’t you try?!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing in his seat. Remus for a split second thought of how adorable Patton’s excitement was—

“Hell no!” He snapped. Patton whined. Sulking, he flopped back down in his chair like a voodoo doll that had just been angrily launched into a wall. “You’re s’posed to be fun!” Patton chugged the rest of his can and didn’t bother to put it down. Instead, it just toppled and rolled out of his lax grasp.

“If it worked then you wouldn’t exist anymore!”

“So?”

Remus also discovered that Patton’s attitude was just as bad as Virgil’s. At least Remus knew his limits now for future reference.

“Well if you stopped existing you wouldn’t know if it worked or not because you wouldn’t exist,” Remus reasoned, and he wanted to scrub his tongue with soapy sandpaper.

“...What if we tried it on Roman?”

“Damn you, that’s tempting.”

Multimedia

August 30th, 2017.

“Heya Remus—” Out of all the anarchy encapsulated in the room, Patton instantly fixated on the razor. The blade devilishly glinted. Patton glared at the offending mustache slayer.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Patton! I was just—“

“Leave the moustache alone!” Patton pounced, lunging for the shaver, and Remus shrieked a very manly shriek. Plumes of white flew free from Remus’s fringe in the kerfuffle. “Your mustache is special and perfect just the way it is!” Patton said. Wrestling the razor from Remus’s grip, which on further inspection was definitely for shaving your legs and not facial hair, and confiscated it.

“I know!”

What?

“That’s why I need it for my self portrait!”

What?

What looked like very grainy flour caught in Remus’s fringe made it appear silver, enhancing the pearly whites that split his lips into a beaming grin. Patton swore his teeth looked slightly pointier than usual. Each syllable rolled around Remus’s tongue exaggeratedly long before he spat it out. And the crazed look in his eyes looked especially crazed, circled in red like a big mistake.

Oh, he’s high.

Wait, what?

Hooking an arm around Patton’s, a stark gentlemanly contrast to Remus’s distinctly wild hair, bloodshot eyes and suddenly apparent absence of a three piece suit, and yanked Patton to stand before his work in progress.

“I’d ask what you think, but it’s not quite finished,” he said, giddy.

Paint was splattered all across the canvas.

And across the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling, and after spending five minutes in the room Patton somehow had some too. (Remus was always more of a catcher than a thrower. Terrible aim.) Focusing on an individual area, it looked like a nonsensical mess. There were handprints, globs of textured brush strokes, and scratch marks. Acrylic and watercolour paints with salt adding texture. Swatches of silk, sprinkles of glitter. The only orderly aspect of the piece was the fact it stuck strictly to a dominantly green colour pallet with accents of blue. Even so, there were hints of pinks, yellows, and purple. Tasteful hints, mind you. Oh, there’s some red, too—

“Is that blood?”

“A happy little accident involving a blunt pallet knife. That’s all.”

As a whole, though, when you stepped back it clearly was Remus’s self portrait. Amongst all the chaos, his outline was clear and confident. Insane smile and all. (Except for his moustache, which seemed to be the final missing piece.)

Patton looked closer. Woven in were more intricate details. Passages from Alice In Wonderland and Little Shop Of Horrors (“You love her madly, don’t you, shmuck” was one he picked out)— other books, musicals, and movies Patton couldn’t name— fit seamlessly into the collage. Everything was written in different, swirly fonts or magazine clippings.

Then he looked even closer. Patton squinted.

“Is that fucking dick glitter?”

“Green and blue duochrome dick glitter!”

It was the most accurate self portrait Patton had ever seen (or ever would). A massacre of common sense. It was his internal tumultuous frenzy in a visual medium. A celebration of self love in a uniquely Remus way.

“I’d frame that and put it on the fridge,” Patton said genuinely. Remus preened. “It’s… exceptional, really.”

But did Remus really have to sacrifice his adorable face caterpillar for it?

“I can’t wait to add the finishing touches!”

“Are you really going to put your own moustache on it?”

Remus burst into rambling only a select few could comprehend. Sentences clumsily overlapped each other as Remus spilled the direct translation of his thought process. And within that mess, the words were crushed like a Pepsi can (Yes, Remus could taste the difference between Coke and Pepsi. Yes, he purposefully drinks only Pepsi), squishing the vowels out of existence. In Patton’s case, though, he was able to translate the garbled soup of consonants roughly to, “One does not simply soil the sacred authenticity of multimedia!”

“Can’t you just...” Patton shrugged. “I don’t know— use some fake fur or something instead?” He argued.

“Ugh,” Remus grunted, “That sounds like something Roman would do. His art is so flat and boring! Always so play it safe, never experiments,” He ranted passionately, throwing his arms in all directions. “And there’s never enough glitter!” He scoffed. Pent up energy drove him in stomping circles. “Too much glitter makes it look childish,” he said, tone swinging into a mock impression. “There’s no such thing as too much glitter! I don’t care if it gets everywhere. I’d happily leave glitter stuck in my teeth rather than some stupid, diet of the week salad! And Roman wants to claim he’s the gayer one?! Huh, bullshit.”

Patton checked if his ears hadn’t conked out. They screeched like microphone feedback. (His ears and Remus.)

“Roman’s such a bitch— I fucking hate him so goddamn fucking much, the cunt.” Remus thrust his hand into the nearest paint can, and readied the colourful grenade.

Patton grabbed his wrist, hastily. Globs of acrylic paint slipped from his fist, reuniting with a green puddle soaked into the carpet.

“Uh-um,” Patton cut in, improvising a distraction, “Why don’t we have a drink and watch, uh... ah, um— Ratatouille?” Fizzing with nerves, Patton cracked a hopeful smile. One Remus couldn’t help mimicking. “A drink of water!” Patton quickly corrected, “and Ratatouille.”

(“Giggle water?”

“Emu, no.”)

“I love that movie!” Remus said, clapping his hands. More green sprayed them in Remus’s brazen excitement.

It worked. Patton breathed a quick sigh of relief.

Beaming, he cupped Patton’s face in his cold, sticky, stained hands. “You always have such good ideas!” Remus gushed. That was a rare, rare compliment. Patton's face blazed. For a second he was sure the paint would evaporate from his skin.

No, his wine red complexion was hidden.

Green handprints drying on his cheeks, Patton watched the movie with Remus just like that. After, Remus finished the painting properly. Instant grief followed shaving his moustache. But when he grew it back, he was ultimately happy with the results.

Next Chapter:

#WAW(B)F?#sander sides #thomas sanders #ts sander sides #sanders sides #patton sanders #ts patton #remus sanders #ts remus #intruality #moduke

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gascon-en-exil · 4 years

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Joining the Game Late: S8E4 “The Last of the Starks”

Synopsis

Everyone pays tribute to the last episode’s named dead. Gendry gets legitimized but strikes out with Arya, Tyrion still sucks at being consoling, Bran is still cryptic, and Tormund gets cuddly with Jon much to Dany’s displeasure. The writers trip on the finish line with Sansa’s rape subplot. Brienne loses her virginity to a drunken one night stands that means less than it looks like. Jon can’t get laid because his aunt his jealous of him. Tyrion wants to starve out King’s Landing, while Varys just wants to murder Daenerys because of Jon’s cock. The Stark sisters learn about Jon; Arya sets off for one last revenge killing spree while Sansa shares her sedition plans with Tyrion. Bronn threatens the Lannister brothers for a raise. Jon wants to go north with Tormund but gives his boyfriend custody of Ghost instead, and also Gilly’s pregnant with a non-incest baby. The Iron Fleet attack and take down Dany’s other extra dragon and kidnap her BFF - and no one else, apparently. The people of King’s Landing are good little human shields and trust Cersei now. There are tense negotiations, featuring a beheading and a kill command that will become extremely relevant soon.

Commentary

Alas, the infamous Starbucks cup must have been edited out of home releases. (Un)fortunately the various ways in which this episode starts to derail can’t be removed so easily.

That’s not to say that I can’t see what the writers were aiming for with some of their more controversial choices. Jaime sleeps with Brienne on a drunken impulse, so his decision to leave her to run back to Cersei is less completely inexplicable than I thought it was going to be (plus, I’ve been kind of tracking this since Season 3 as you know). Sansa’s terrible comment apparently confirming that Ramsay was right that he’d always be a part of her is slightly - and I do mean slightly - tempered by a line from Daenerys indicating how Sansa has been hardened by her trauma. This line is delivered to Jon and not followed up on so its overall value is questionable, but at least the showrunners have remembered that in their continuity Dany is also a victim of marital rape and thus has something in common with her rival, both women who’ve found the strength to become leaders in response to the horrific circumstances visited upon them by men they trusted. Arya circling back around to a Lannister-esque familial loyalty makes sense for her specifically, as she’s always been a lone wolf (pun somewhat intended) with little need for many allies or social niceties - and related to that, I do like how she turns down Gendry’s marriage proposal, returning to her recurring “It’s not me” line. Hell, I even get why Tormund has a stupid little thing for Brienne that goes nowhere, because otherwise he’d just be looking gayer and gayer these past two seasons to the point that you’d expect him and Jon to be doing a lot more than hugging when it’s time for them to bid each other farewell. I call the subtext like I see it and the ending vindicates me on this, ha.

Even so, it’s easy to see where the show is just stumbling to reach a somewhat coherent endpoint. How is it that Missandei is the only person captured in the Iron Fleet’s attack? What was the point of killing her only as an unnecessary demonstration that Cersei is shortsighted and violent when she feels threatened, except to set up Dany’s big breakdown in the next episode? Are the people of King’s Landing so xenophobic that they’d take up Cersei’s invitation to hole up in the Red Keep as protection from Daenerys’s armies? Why does Tyrion attempt yet again to act as though Cersei’s pregnancy will motivate her to avoid bloodshed, as if the show hadn’t previously delved into how her maternal feelings derive primarily into how she views her children as an extension of herself? What the hell is Varys -

Ok, Varys deserves a paragraph on his own. I’m not sure I’ve ever talked much about him in any detail; he’s not an easy character to get a handle on, nor he is a personal favorite. Tyrion pokes at that very opacity here by asking Varys what he means when he says he acts in the interests of “the realm,” particularly as doing so has led to him betraying several of the rulers he’d previously advised and has him now plotting to assassinate Daenerys and raise up Jon in her place. Varys has a point that Jon is bizarrely the more charismatic of the two, and also that it’s an unfortunate reality of the patriarchy they live in that Jon’s claim to the throne would be more accepted by the lords of Westeros than Dany’s would. At the same time though his philosophy about choosing a ruler who doesn’t want to rule is asinine - didn’t they already go through this with Robert Baratheon, who was a fantastic warrior and a fantastically disinterested king? - and furthermore it’s not like he even really knows Jon apart from what Tyrion and others have told him about the man. I don’t even buy that this supposed incredible leadership quality is something that we the audience should be able to see in Jon, because based on everything he’s done across GoT’s entire run I don’t get that impression at all. Whenever he’s been put in charge of anything his knack for heroically dumb behavior has gotten him all manner of insubordination up to and including an assassination. That doesn’t inspire me with confidence, and I’m glad the show avoids putting him on any throne in the end, but why is Varys so ready to betray his queen and get burned alive?

Ah, well. It really is rushing to that ending that explains a lot of this. I’ve got the urge to do the same, just to be done with it.

#Game of Thrones #GoT

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35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Eliot is talking, or at the very least pretends to listen to, someone who he apparently did his undergrad with. It’s someone so bleak and boring he can neither remember their face nor their name. The person remembers him, though, and really, Eliot would be offended if they didn’t. He didn’t work for nothing to create himself out of his ashes and leave memorable, eternal impressions on others.

As it is, he fixes his eyes on Quentin, standing on the other side of the room, a glass of red wine in his hand—because, yeah, Q will drink anything you put in front of him, but if he has a choice, he will go for the red—and is in conversation with another guest. He’s smiling his cute little nerd smile, and Eliot grips his own flute of champagne a little tighter.

Eliot takes his time looking at him. They’re at the wedding reception of one of Eliot’s undergrad friends. Well, friend might be a stretch of a concept in this case, considering he hasn’t talked to any of the people he knew back then in years. Apparently, though, these friends missed him enough to have him at their reception, and Eliot wouldn’t pass up a chance at a party with free food and drink, and the option to get fabulously dressed up.

Quentin had agreed to come as his plus one with basically no convincing needed on Eliot’s part. Except then he had shown Eliot the suit he wanted to wear, and—yeah, no. Margo had taken one look at it and burst out laughing like a manic hyena, and Eliot had really felt that sentiment.

When they finally, finally got Quentin into a tailored three piece suit, Eliot’s mouth had gone bone dry. Q was all kinds of cute and hot to him, at any given moment, even if he decided it was a day to annoy Eliot and wear a graphic tee. This, though—this was an entirely new level of attained hotness that Eliot needed a moment to rearrange his worldview.

“Turn,” Margo had said, crossing her legs and leaning forward wicked grin on her face. Q sighed, put-upon, of course, he didn’t get the fuss he and Margo had kicked up about this, spread out his arms a little in defeat, and turned.

Margo had tilted her head a little, eyes travelling down Q’s silhouette, and the appreciative smirk that had stolen over her face would never be known to Quentin. Eliot had swallowed, adjusted his position on the sofa he was sitting on, and pretended to be as unaffected by the entire thing as possible.

“Congrats, Coldwater,” Margo had said as Q turned to face them again. “You upgraded from snack to five course meal.”

Q had groaned and rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He’s always been bad at taking compliments; always ducks his head, pursing his lips, when Eliot gives him one.

Now, Eliot takes his time drinking him in from across the room. Q’s suit is a dark grey with a white shirt and a burgundy tie, and it hugs him so nicely, accentuating his shoulders, his waist, his ass, god fucking damn it, his ass.

It doesn’t really come as a surprise that Q in a three piece suit absolutely does it for him, if he’s being honest. Despite what he shows the world, Eliot knows himself. Cute boys in tailored suits will never fail to be a huge turn on; more specifically if it’s one adorably awkward supernerd with puppy eyes whose breath hitches every time Eliot puts his hands on him.

Q puts the glass to his lips and tips his head back, drowning the wine in a shockingly indelicate and cavemannish manner that Eliot one hundred percent did not teach him. There’s an expression on his face, though, and the way he runs a hand through his hair, starting to look around the room, that makes Eliot realize immediately that Quentin has reached the end of his rope for tonight.

“Excuse me,” Eliot tells the person who’s still incessantly bubbling at him, and strides swiftly across the room to get to Quentin.

Q spots him halfway, an expression of utter relief settling on his face, joined by a smile, a soft, sweet one he gives to Eliot that make his heart flutter in his chest. It always makes Eliot feel like he’s some sort of heterosexual rom-com cliché, except much more fabulous and a hundred times decidedly gayer. Better dressed, too.

“Hey,” Q says, reaching for him, and Eliot pulls him close against his side.

“Hey.”

Eliot drops a kiss to his temple before he grabs Q’s hand, and drags him off to their hotel room.

Once the door falls closed, Eliot pushes Q up against it, spreading his hands over his ribs, feels the soft material of the vest under his fingers, the heat of Quentin beneath it.

Eliot kisses his lips, his jaw, the side of his neck. Q’s breath comes out in stutters.

“Been thinking about getting you out of his suit all night,” Eliot says, traces the shell of Quentin’s ear with his tongue.

“I thought you liked the suit.” It comes out breathy, confused.

Eliot hums. “Oh, I do. You are an absolute marvel in it. A neatly wrapped present.”

Quentin’s hand land on his hips, squeezing. “Yeah?” Eliot pulls back, feels heat pooling low in his stomach at the look on Q’s face. “Gonna unwrap me?”

Eliot contemplates for a minute, fingers sliding over the tie. He pulls it out from under the vest. Then, he starts moving backwards into the room, towards the bed, letting the silky material slip through his palm until it runs out.

“Mmmmh, no,” he says. “Gonna watch you do it.”

Quentin’s lips part, a faint flush in his cheeks.

“You heard me,” Eliot says, lowering himself on the bed, leaning back on his forearms, letting his knees drop open, and Quentin makes a soft noise in his throat. “Take. It. Off. Take your time.”

And Quentin does.

#queliot #the magicians #ficcups #steverogrs #merlinss #eh #Anonymous

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Heartsease: A Wolfstar fanfiction

Part Two: “Goodnight, Moon”

read part one here

POV: Sirius | Words: 3543 | beta: @inflictionofopinions <3 | Read on AO3 |

Sharing a small piece of parchment between the two of them, James and Sirius’ hands seemed to be playing bumper cars, colliding perpetually and causing unwanted trails of ink to line across a detailed blueprint of the Slytherin dormitories. Paired with the dry and stuffy heat inside of his classroom, Professor Binns’ monotone lectures typically lulled Sirius into the most restful sleeps of his life, filled with dreams of Pumpkin Pasties and soft leather jackets and a tall, brunette boy kissing him tenderly. It wasn’t Sirius’ fault that History of Magic always seemed to fall during the time of day where the sunlight streams through the tall windows in the way that cast a glare upon the room that made his eyelids feel heavy while simultaneously warming his robes. And it wasn’t his fault that Remus, bless his soul, wanted to get a NEWT in the most boring subject ever invented, forcing Sirius and James to take it, as well. But today, James seemed intent on finding the best way to arrange an explosion of red and gold fireworks to go off in the Slytherin Common Room when–“not if,” according to James– Gryffindor defeated them in the final Quidditch game of the season, giving Sirius a reason to keep awake. But if Sirius were to be honest with his heavily beating heart, the careful glances at the disheveled caramel hair and broad shoulders that sat in front of him were reason enough to keep his eyes open, so he could just look and look and look at that small freckle at the base Remus’ neck without the attention seeming out of place.

“Could we, like, make the explosion in the shape of a lion’s head?” James asked while rubbing the crease on his forehead with his free hand. “Or we can spell out Slytherin in big, capital letters, send a rocket shooting through to destroy it, and then have all the letters in Gryffindor pop out. Is that too much?”

Sirius didn’t notice he was staring until James interrupted his thoughts, and Sirius realized he had to look down to see the top of his quill, not up. He stuttered for a minute, trying to recall what James had asked through his series of cluttered, crossed-out sketches. Sirius pretended to be considering the options, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand, feeling the few strands of hair that had fallen from his messier-than-usual bun, instead of trying to figure out what the options were. Knowing James would like his own ideas, Sirius merely repeated one he recalled with perfect clarity: “Maybe, have the one that crosses through end with the lion head instead?”

“YEAH!” James nearly stood up out of the wooden chair in excitement, the combination of his near-scream and the screech of the chair against the floor turning every head towards him. Professor Binns even faced them, the approach slow-motion in that way only ghosts can accomplish, looking at the pair of them with a new level of indignation in his translucent eyes.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, is there something you wish to share with your classmates?” Binns asked. From a few feet away, Remus cocked an eyebrow at the pair of them, using the quizzical accusation to try and hinder the smirk Sirius could tell was forming on his face. Sirius had a feeling, however, that if he looked slightly to the left, where Lily was sitting, he would be met with an expression more similar to Binns’.

“Uh… well, you see…” James began, gesturing with his hands, as if he knew what he was saying next and would do so with dramatic flair. He must have readjusted his glasses some three or so times before Remus spoke.

“Professor, if I may,” he said in a tone overflowing with such politeness it was difficult to think he was resisting a smirk seconds earlier, “I heard them talking. James was just confused, Sirius helped him understand, and that’s why he got so excited.”

Though Professor Binns lacked bones, something in his expression softened, in that way only Remus could make people melt solely using words and– Sirius was guessing– an innocent smile. “Is this true, gentlemen?” Binns inquired, gentler, Remus’ tone rubbing off on him.

Afraid to return to James’ publicized glasses-readjusting stunt, Sirius spoke before he got the chance to. “Yes, sir. James just didn’t want to say so because he was embarrassed to be wrong.” James waved his arms in a wild surrender, nearly knocking his ink down but missing by mere millimeters. Taking that as affirmation, Binns returned to his stack of notes, and Sirius could hear the transition his voice went through from disciplinarian back to lecturer, emotion to dullness. Suddenly, the room felt very warm again, almost too comfortable to keep his eyes open, and Sirius probably could have fallen asleep, if not for the small thumbs-up Remus signaled from behind his chair which caused a flood of energy to surge through Sirius. Clever Moony, he scoffed to himself.

In order to get an adequate amount of planning done without getting caught once more, Sirius and James scribbled notes to one another on the back of the parchment. boy, Moons really saved us there. We’re lucky to have him here, James wrote.

Sirius gave a silent thanks to whatever God was looking down at him at the moment– or to Satan for ceasing Sirius’ bad luck– for keeping James’ focus downward, keeping him oblivious to the affection he could Sirius could feel heavy in his eyes as he wrote, yeah. we are.

Class ended too fast, somehow, as Sirius and James were in the middle of an argument about the best way to split the letters of ‘Slytherin’ in half when they were excused. The deep-rooted knowledge that his idea would work better, mixed with James’ equally unrelenting opinion, made Sirius almost miss the tall shadow that was cast from the other side of the table. It didn’t help that the person the shadow belonged to stayed silent for a minute or so, before laying his pale finger atop the ‘Slytherin’ written in large, lopsided, capital letters, and saying with annoying casualness, “Just charm each letter’s firework to split a millisecond or so before the next one. You don’t need the firework that shoots through to do anything else, then.”

“Yes! Thank you, Moony,” James said, quickly noting that next to the ‘Slytherin’ in even worse handwriting. “Now, we can eat in peace.”

Sirius didn’t mean to be looking at Remus, again, but he couldn’t resist watching the proud beam that spread across his cheeks. Too soon, he turned around to begin collecting his belongings, and Sirius realized he should probably begin doing the same if he was to avoid being questioned into exposing his rather large, rather inappropriate, rather embarrassing secret. But, out of a habit he had developed since third year, Sirius continued watching Remus out of the corner of his eye as Remus’ calloused hands packed away his belongings with meticulous care. Meanwhile, Sirius opened his bag and swept his books, quill, and hopefully closed ink bottle into the darkness.

Lily had wordlessly stayed nearby, and decided, after relentless pleading from James, to sit with them at dinner. “You won’t regret it, Evans,” he promised as he led them out of the emptying classroom. Sirius sighed, wishing that James would stop bouncing on his feet through the corridor, as it made it so painfully obvious that he was ecstatic about Lily’s decision. But, when Sirius looked down at the girl, whose cheeks were slightly flushed pink and lips were trying to not give away a smile, Sirius realized, maybe she didn’t mind at all. He nudged her with his shoulder, and Lily glanced up at the knowing smirk on Sirius’ face, causing her to collide with his arm with a more aggressive force.

“Calm down, Black. It’s just dinner,” she said. Regardless of her apparent disinterest, the expression on her face told a different story, one that kept Sirius’ eyebrows raised all the way to the Great Hall.

“It’s so obvious, Moons,” Sirius whispered into Remus’ ear. The unexpectedness of it made Remus jump a little, made his simply reply of “What?” rather breathless. Sirius smiled while clarifying, “Lily and Prongs, of course. They ought to just get over themselves and start dating. They’re both obviously in love with one another.”

“Yeah,” Remus chuckled, his gaze still down at the floor. Sirius almost outwardly yelled at him to look up, because Sirius really wanted to see the way Remus’ eyes lit up while he laughed, warm with the slightest hint of deviousness. But it didn’t matter, anyways, the way these simple actions made Sirius’ heart feel like it was constantly partaking in a high speed broom chase.

Because even if Moony was gay, gay in the slightest or gayer than Sirius himself, that wouldn’t alter the fact that they were best friends and that there were lines that came alongside best friendship. Maybe James drunkenly kissing them on the cheeks wasn’t crossing it, or Sirius refusing to wear more than a towel around his waist after showering wasn’t crossing it, or Moony feeding them by hand wasn’t crossing it, but Sirius declaring his undying love towards Remus was. So he had to settle with looking, casually touching, daydreaming.

Busy torturing himself with these unwanted truths, Sirius hadn’t even recognized the four of them had already entered the Great Hall, full of robes and chatter and succulent smells. Quickly, James found a seat at the Gryffindor table, ushering Lily to sit besides him while Sirius and Remus sat across from the pair.

“So, what did you two do last night?” Sirius asked while spooning a heaping pile of shepherd's pie onto Remus’ plate before doing the same on his.

“I did a body shot off of James,” Lily said while casually slicing into a fried sausage. Sirius’ reaction was quite the opposite, as he nearly spat a mouthful of pie into his Pumpkin Juice. He gulped down the bite, thankful that he was able to calm himself down before he inevitably imagined lapping up liquor from Remus’ stomach.

Remus cleared his throat before saying, still quite hoarsely, “I think it’s safe to say it’s time to change subjects.” James and Lily simply laughed as Sirius smiled weakly. Amused but still working on regaining his composure, he was distracted by a voice beginning to speak behind him. A voice that sounded familiar and brought back the image of bright fireworks and the taste of burning Firewhiskey. Sirius turned, needing to see the face that was paired with the voice that just said his name with obvious uncertainty. It was long with a broad forehead, unsure smile, and eyes whose slight gleam looked held back, like he was afraid of something. But they were familiar, he was familiar, and suddenly a string of letters began forming in Sirius’ throat.

“Ollie, right?” Sirius asked, turning his body towards the tall Hufflepuff. Ollie nodded, smile growing at Sirius’ ability to remember him, and Sirius felt his own grin beginning to grow. “Sorry for having to ask. I was pretty wasted last night.”

“That’s why I came over, actually,” Ollie admitted, busying himself by straightening the cuffs of his robe. “I wanted to make sure you got back alright, since I didn’t see you at all after I went over to the bar, and you were, as you said, pretty wasted.”

Some light and fluttery feeling should have manifested inside of Sirius’ chest at Ollie’s words, the same kind that usually occurred after Remus accidentally brushed his hand against Sirius’, or when Remus laughed at a joke Sirius made, but nothing did. Sirius made some unceremonious reply and gestured at the same time, but didn’t really register what he was saying or doing, too busy getting ahead of himself, realizing that though he had finally found someone who could distract him from the excruciating, fruitless, foolish love he felt for Remus, it wouldn’t matter if his heart didn’t pound for that other person. What he did hear, however with perfect clarity, was Ollie’s next question: “I was wondering if you would like to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” It was simple, hopeful, and Sirius wished he could return such gentle enthusiasm.

Out of some reflex, Sirius turned back towards his friends for approval.James and Lily carried on an artificially loud conversation to mask their obvious eavesdropping on Sirius and Ollie, and Remus, whose vacant eyes met Sirius’ bright ones, neither denied Sirius of his wordless question nor offered any kind of approval. The look seeming so unlike Remus, Sirius almost asked him for permission to go out with Ollie. Rather than face the assumptions such a question would lead to, Sirius refrained from following through with his initial reaction, instead turning to Ollie, who was still shining with optimism.

“Yeah, I’d love to go,” Sirius replied. He wasn’t lying because the words didn’t feel wrong when they passed through his throat, like all those times James had asked if Sirius was into someone and he said no, or all those times Remus asked, after a full moon, who could ever fall in love with a werewolf, and Sirius said anything but, “me.” No, this was not a lie. But the way his heart constricted once the words were out in the open made Sirius feel as if it was one.

Ollie nearly jumped up, causing Sirius to smile brightly. “Great,” he said, grinning so widely it took up the entirety of his face and Sirius ached to return the warmth. “I’ll meet you by the fountain at 11?”

“Sure,” Sirius replied, wishing, as Ollie walked away, that phrase did not perfectly express his too-low level of excitement, wishing he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for the rest of the day. He probably could have, really, if he wasn’t met with a smirking Lily and James when he turned his body back around to his now cold shepherd’s pie.

He forked through the pie on his plate, suddenly finding it unappealing. “What?”

“You have a date,” James snickered, leaning back and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Sirius huffed out a breath, shaking his head while searching the table for something that looked appetizing. He settled for a cornish pasty, grabbing it slowly, considering it even more tediously– anything to distract him from his urge to see if Remus was still wearing that look of cold discontent on his face. “It’s neither here nor there,” he replied, setting the pasty down before cutting it in half with his knife. He raised the first half up, opening up his mouth to bite into it, before Lily stole it from his hand.

“Are you not excited?” she asked. Sirius extended his arm across the table, not caring his robe sleeve was dangerously close to dipping into his Pumpkin Juice, as Lily kept retracting the pasty further and further out of his reach. “Don’t play him, Black.”

Sirius took a minute to consider the stern look of warning on Lily’s face, with pursed lips and unblinking eyes, hoping she could see the exasperation in his. He was excited, of course he was, and he knew it for a fact. But he also knew that some piece of his heart was, throughout this entire process, going to be unwilling to move on from Remus, regardless of how handsome and kind and sweet Ollie promised to be. It happened with everyone else he had met for the past three years. Why would Ollie be any exception?

Saving Sirius from saying something he might regret, James shouted, in a way shockingly similar to how he screamed in History of Magic earlier that day, “Shit! I forgot about Quidditch! I’ve got practice for the Slytherin match.” He vaulted over the bench, grabbing the pasty half from Lily’s grip and sliding it into his robe pocket. “See you guys later!”

“He really is an idiot, you know,” Remus said, and Sirius almost felt like getting up and hugging James for making Remus speak again. Lily laughed, too softly for the tension that remained, brushing her hair behind her ear. She looked between the two of them, glancing back and forth and back again, and Sirius’ exasperation still remained heavy on his face, regardless of how amusing James’ departure was.

“How about we go to the common room?” she suggested, getting up before waiting for their responses. Although Sirius had yet to finish any part of his meal, he followed, his loss of appetite strong but fear for Remus’ reaction even more intense. Because Remus and Sirius were still unwilling to speak to one another—Remus out of anger and Sirius out of fear—Lily settled for asking easy-to-answer questions about James, ones Sirius assumed she already knew the answers to, for the sake of maintaining the casual air of their conversation. The walk to the common room took far too long like this, next to Remus but still feeling so far away, trying to smile at Lily’s comments on Remus’ answers but struggling with following through with the reaction, too aware of the sound his shoes made as he walked along the wood, then the stone, then the carpet of the common room.

Remus took his regular position on the long couch facing the fireplace, finding his book on the side table right where he had left it that morning and opening it up to read, or leaving the usual fraction of space where Sirius could sit. Disheartened, Sirius took a seat in the armchair besides Lily, who smartly asked him to braid her hair. She hummed a few tunes Sirius was familiar with and a few he didn’t know as he combed through the red strands with his fingertips, separating sections to braid. The distraction didn’t last long enough, naturally, and before he knew it Sirius was casting another longing glance towards Remus, Remus who was asleep with his arms up by his face and his book lying atop it.

“He’s not that angry, you know,” Lily said. Her voice was so soft the crackles from the fireplace almost covered it up. “I’m not exactly sure what he was feeling, but it’s Remus. He can’t stay mad at you for long, anyways.”

Sirius looked over at her, and she was wearing that smile only she could wear believably, that was small and warm and understanding while still not knowing all of the answers. “Would you help me get him into bed?” Sirius asked.

Lily nodded, and they got up together. Before he did anything else, Sirius grabbed the book and marked the page Remus was on, setting it down on the side table back into place. As Lily grabbed his legs, Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ chest, digging his right arm between the sofa cushion and Remus’ robes so he could face Lily, ensuring they would both lift Remus up at the same time.

“Go,” Lily said, and she and Sirius had Remus in the air haphazardly, making a scrambled and somehow painless trip up the stairs. Lily nudged their door open, and the silence they were met with making Sirius feel somehow even more uncomfortable. But, without the willingness or energy to say anything to Lily, they progressed forwards and did their best to not merely plop Remus down on the bed, but place him.

“I’ll take it from here,” Sirius said once Remus was laid down. “Thanks, Lils.”

“You’re welcome,” Lily said, shutting the door behind her, leaving Sirius and Remus alone. Sirius exhaled deeply, not realizing how much tension he held in his chest ever since Ollie asked him out, and glad to finally release it. He began with taking off Remus’ shoes, carefully untying them and slipping them off of Remus’ heels in the most gentle way he could manage. Once both were off, Sirius put the Converse in the one empty spot under Remus’ bed, finding it in him to smile at Remus’ relentless organization. He then pulled the covers up, almost to Remus’ chin but not quite touching, knowing that’s how Remus would do the covers himself. It must have been the jolt of the bed that shook Remus awake, as when Sirius was just beginning to tuck him in, he heard a soft calling of his name.

Too abruptly, Sirius turned to face Remus, the accidental acceleration causing their faces to end up only inches apart. Remus’ eyes were struggling to stay open and he visibly resisted the urge to rest his head on his pillows.

“Don’t worry, Moons,” Sirius assured him. “I’m just tucking you in.”

“‘Kay,” Remus breathed, letting his eyelids flutter shut and his cheek fall onto his pillows. If it wasn’t for the depth of intimacy the gesture contained, so tender it clearly crossed the line, Sirius might have leaned down and pressed his lips against Remus’ forehead. Instead, Sirius went back to tucking Remus’ sheets underneath his tall frame, replaying Lily’s words in his mind, and praying that Remus’ reply affirmed that she was correct in saying he couldn’t stay mad at Sirius for too terribly long.

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Disaster Potion (Part 1?)

Finally!!! It took me so fucking long...

Summary: Roman tried making a Love Potion, what could go wrong, right?

Thanks amazing @moiraburtons for being an amazing beta.

Tag: @monikastec, @manuggets, @dinossaur-head , @could-always-be-gayer

Lenght: around 2.4k

Rating: T because i have a potty ass mouth, so swearing...

Ship: Prinxiety(main)

“Roman, tell me again how this mess begun, it still doesn’t make any sense to me.” Logan said putting a hand over his forehead, feeling a migraine starting to kick in.

“Weeeeeeell…”

It was a sunny day outside, and he was so booooored.

Roman was in class looking at the window, daydreaming. He hated Potions class. To be honest he didn’t hate the class, he hated the teacher. Miss Morisson was a stuck-up Gryffindor who tough she was the perfect human being, that woman was the worst example of his house he could find by far. She was an asshole, absolutely the worst.

Miss Morisson, her whole being made Roman want to throw up. Ugly on the inside just as much as on the outside, the woman was in her late forties, with a humped back and crooked nose like a typical Disney villain. Her mouth was always tightly closed and was so thin that you could only see a slight line of a pale pink lipstick on her lips. Those mud colored dead fish eyes never seemed to focus on anything remotely good around her. It was like she had an Instagram filter to make every single thing sour and ugly.

Even though he hated his teacher, Roman heard something that picked his interest.

Love Potion.

If Roman was a cat or a dog probably his ears would have perked up in interest at those two simple words, the idea of a love potion sounded amazing. It was almost literally putting love itself in a bottle. Almost. Roman was not an idiot, he knew that the felling provided by the potion would never be like real love, but he couldn’t help but be fascinated at how many uses it might have besides romantic love. For the first time in a few weeks, he actually paid attention to his potions class, even if Miss Morisson’s face didn’t make it very easy.

Miss Morisson talked about all the applications Love potions have, how often they were used on the course of history, be it as aphrodisiacs or low-key versions of the potion that only ignited platonic love, often used for political gatherings ensuring a friendlier environment. Or the ones used by assassins to seduce their victims, making it easier to complete their job. It was like a whole new world, and for once Roman felt excited about the whole idea of the class.

As soon as Roman got out of the classroom, he ran to the library looking for a few guides to make his own love potion. He wanted to understand everything about it, for once excited, finally there was a way to mix romance and study, he would be able to exercise his creative side, changing small details in the potions to see the different outcomes and the reactions which would entice in people.

After gathering all the things needed, Roman returned to his dormitory and tested all possible different combinations of ingredients and measures he found in books, putting them into colorful tiny bottles. There were six of them, all different colors: purple, light pink, red, orange, navy blue and green. After putting labels of what kind of potions he made, it was time to see what they could do... Who –he would use as guinea pig? could help him with this? Roman put his first, the red one, potion in one of his vest’s pockets and wondered around the corridors, until he heard Patton’s unmistakable cheerful voice.

Patton Sanders was probably one of his first friends in Hogwarts. The HufflePufff was bubbly and fun to be around and 99% of the time, a smile was placed between his soft freckles adorned cheeks. With his light blue eyes framed by a thick pair of pink glasses, Patton was a few inches shorter than Roman, but since he was often jumping while he talked, not everyone could notice that. For being so friendly, it was no surprise when everyone asked him to be the House's monitor. Also, due to his caring nature, everyone basically just started calling him Dad and in response to that, Patton begun to call all other students, be them older or younger; kiddos, child, his children and its different variations.

Apparently, he was enthusiastically chatting to someone about his last Magical Beasts class, jumping up and down, waving his hands and throwing them in the air. Turning around, in the corner of the hall, he saw Pat facing his cousin, Virgil, who had his back turned to Roman’s direction. The Gryffindor boy smiled despite himself, seeing his friends was the highlight of most his days, along with playing quidditch, but seeing Virgil was on a whole other level. They usually didn’t even talk much, since the shorter boy was far too shy, but occasionally they would share few jokes or teasing comments that made Virgil’s face show lots of different interesting emotions.

Ah… Virgil, Virgil Sanders, he could talk about that boy for hours. Starting from his extremely expressive hazel eyes, framed by thick long eyelashes. He always seemed worried about how much people could read into his eyes, so he usually hid them behind his purple bangs and heavy layers of dark eyeshadow. Just like his cousin, freckles adorned his cheeks, even if he always had them covered by layers and layers of white foundation. But aside from their freckles, the two Hufflepuffs were completely different, while Patton was an extroverted bubble of happiness, Virgil was a small ball of social anxiety. Virgil’s nature made his shy smiles even more valuable, when you were able to see those full lips curl in a smile directed at you, it could make your heart flutter. It was the best feeling ever.

Roman cleared his throat, making his presence known. Both Hufflepuffs looked at Roman, while Patton waved excitedly at him smiling broadly, Virgil gave a little smile and averted his eyes, ‘Was that a blush behind all that white foundation? Nah, Roman don’t get your hopes up’.

“Hey there, Pat, little storm cloud.”

“Hi kiddo” “Hey there yourself, Princey”

The Potion forgotten, for now, the three teens carried on a conversation for a few minutes. It had become a thing for Roman and Virgil, the snarky comments and all of that, even if they sometimes got into discussions where the pet names could get a little mean. What could Roman do? Virgil was sweet but at the same time he felt like the purple haired boy could get on his nerves in a heartbeat, their social interactions were always interesting, no one knew how it would end, if everything would end up with playful teasing or screams from one of them, or both, really.

Today seemed like a peaceful one, at least Virgil-Roman interaction wise, after the few moments in the hall, the three boys decided to go get some air outside. It was autumn so the weather is very relaxing and even the little ball of anxiety agreed to go, which was a sign that they could not show any hesitation, or else there wouldn’t be an opportunity like that anytime soon.

They sat under a huge tree in companionable silence for a few minutes, appreciating the air and the grass smell. That’s till they heard a rather loud thud that startled all of them, mostly Virgil. Looking up, the three boys saw what caused the loud noise, there was a quaffle stuck in a branch of the three they were under. Probably a few people from the quidditch team were playing for fun and someone must have thrown it too far.

“What the f-” Virgil’s eyes snapped open, looking for what on earth made that noise.

Don’t you dare to finish that sentence, mister.”

“I was going to say… fudge?” Virgil shrugged and tried to cover in, but in contrary to popular belief, Patton wasn’t that innocent.

“I’ll let it slip.”

“Sorry.” Virgil mumbled.

Roman watched their interaction with a fond smile on his face. Then, he saw his friend Terrance, the captain of Gryffindor's quidditch team, waving at him.

“Hey Roman, could you get our quaffle for us?” Terence said loudly from afar.

“Aye, aye captain” Roman did a mock salute, making Terence laugh.

Terence was such an amazing human being. The dark skinned deity was one of his best friends, since they both tried out for the team five years ago. Now Terence was the captain, the best he knew. Terence was so incredible that he could make a plan and turn a game from 0 to 100 in minutes. The boy was gifted, and not to talk about funny, he was hilarious, soft spoken and smiles all around.

Roman then started climbing the tree, with a little push from Pat so he could get a grab of one of the lower branches. In less than two minutes Roman found himself sat on one of the higher ones, reaching for the ball. But, when he was almost getting the quaffle, Roman heard a popping noise, followed by the sound of something spilling. He gathered the ball in his arms and froze in place and when he looked down his fears had proven themselves right. Probably during the day, the bottle’s cork had loosened up. The love potion had spilled from his pocket, and all his hard work was wasted on the grass.

That’s when Roman processed a familiar scream, Virgil’s. Then, Roman looked down to notice that the potion didn’t hit the floor, it hit the purple haired boy’s head. A sweet smell flared through his nostrils, it smelled like freshly made tea and mint. Roman liked the smell but Virgil seemed to hate the whole situation if his expression was anything to go by.

Roman quickly jumped down from the tree and threw the quaffle over to Terence, who thanked him and went back to his other friends, not noticing what had just happened. Turning back to face the Hufflepuff cousins, Virgil looked furious covered in a pinkish substance, while Patton had a concerned looking face.

“Roman! What the flying fuck is this thing?” Roman grimaced at Virgil’s tone, but he could understand the boy, he must be stressed and even scared of what was all of this. Even Patton refrained from scolding him for the bad word, knowing his cousin wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m so sorry Virgil it was a potion I was test-”

“WTF! A potion? Testing? What’s wrong with you?” Virgil’s breath hitched, imagining the worse possibilities he could.

“Breathe, Virge. I’m sure it isn’t anything dangerous, right?” Patton looked at Roman expectantly.

“I-It’s a love potion? Or at least was supposed to be one? I tried to gather different recipes from different books, but I don’t know if they work, so I wanted to test them, but the cork slipped and ended up spilling it everywhere.”

“Oh my Merlin, what does this thing even do?” At this point, Virgil was almost shrieking.

“That’s the issue, I don’ really... know?” Roman tried for a sympathetic smile.

Virgil sighed, what would happen now? That is, if anything was going to happen at all.

The three of them stared at the sky, at loss of what to do, at some point, Patton had to go fulfill his duties as a monitor, leaving Roman and Virgil alone.

“Virgil? Do you feel anything different?” Roman was both, concerned and curious.

“Not really, I could smell something sweet when it spilled but not anymore. Maybe it failed?” Virgil shrugged.

“Aw, what a bummer...” Roman teased, earning a playful push on the shoulder, and one of those shy smiles, Vigil looked relieved that there was nothing wrong with him.

Then everything was perfectly norm-

“Oh my! I must be blind cause I never noticed such a beauty on our school. Have you been hiding on the corners of my mind, living inside my dreams?” Both boys froze, as a random guy who passed by them sniffed the air and took Virgil’s hand on his own, kissing the top of it. Then the boy continued, “The name is Shea, here is my number for when you get tired from running through my mind all day long.” The guy, Shea, winked and left without even getting a proper response from Virgil leaving a paper with what he assumed was the guy’s number.

“W-we-well, it must be some sort of punishment prank right?” Virgil said starting to feel more and more nervous by the second.

“Don’t worry, panic at the everywhere, no one would say those lines right?” Roman let out a nervous laugh, Virgil started laughing nervously too.

“Yeah, yeah, totally lame right?” There was something in Virgil’s eyes besides the nervousness, but the Gryffindor couldn’t point what was it.

“Let’s go get something to eat-” Roman was interrupted by a light and careful tap on Virgil’s shoulders. It was a short girl, a ravenclaw, laying with the tips of her braids, red faced and shy looking.

“Uhm, sorry, but I couldn’t help noticing you look like you might be an amazing person, I wanted to know if you’d be up to go out on a d-date with me sometime?” Her face looked impossibly redder than before, that’s when it hit both of them.

The potion works.

“Hm, hi, i-it’s v-very sw-sw-sweet of you but I’m gay so…” Virgil seemed to have a hard time talking to strangers, Roman felt proud of him for trying so hard to let the girl down easy.

“O-Oh, sorry, then… I hope it’d be okay for me to talk to you in the future, tough. My name is Carol.”

“Hm, sure, my name is Virgil.” They shook hands awkwardly and parted ways.

After she left they looked at each other and said in union.

“Fuck.”

“Then... I came here running looking for you so we had someone who could calmly deal with this mess.”

“So, Virgil basically transformed into a giant ‘love magnet’ for the whole school, and you don’t know how long the effect will stay active or even the exact effect your potion had?”

“That’s pretty much it”

“And where’s Virgil?”

“I asked Pat to be with him while I was looking for you so Virgil wouldn’t be alone with everyone trying to get a piece of him.”

“Okay, then, let’s get to work.” Logan sighed, this was going to be so much work.

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