#(Hamilton references everywhere)

[aphelea]

god help me i never want to see the word revenge ever again

[heartmix]

Dear Santa - LH44

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x driver!reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: use of the word hell

Twelve Fics of Christmas - Wish List

A/N: today was the last race :(

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

The Red Bull social media team was certainly an interesting group of people. The amount of content they pumped out of you and Max was comical. Sometimes, a mindless video they made did numbers on TikTok. They somehow convinced Max to do whatever silly video they had planned. You, on the other hand, didn't mind the media aspect of the job. It was why you and Max sat in hospitality with Christmas-themed paper and red pens in front of you. 

"Are we writing letters to Santa?" Max asked eyeing out the team behind the camera. 

"Yup! Try to be honest with this one."

"I think we're the wrong demographic for this." You laughed, eyeing the candy cane border of the paper, as Max laughed beside you instantly picking up on what you were hinting at. 

"This isn't only for kids." a media personnel said.

"I wasn't talking in that sense." You smirked making Max bark out another laugh. "We cannot keep that in."

"Humor us, please." At that, you shrugged your shoulders, thinking, "Why not?" It was just a silly little video, and maybe it would keep the Santa mystery alive for kids who watched it. 

"I don't even know where to start." You really did try to think of things you wanted from 'Santa'. Could Santa gift you a Cartier Love Bracelet or a new car that you could drive and win every Sunday? 

Turning to Max you saw that he already started writing some stuff down. Why not write down some things you've been eyeing out on getting, not like it was going to get gifted to you. After about 10 minutes the team wrapped up the video saying it would do numbers when they released it during the off-season for Christmas. 

"Do I give this to you guys or?" You asked referring to the 'letter to Santa.'

"No you guys can take it." They said before bidding you a farewell. 

Since you had no pockets and there were no trash cans around you needed to carry it around for the majority of the day or until there was a trashcan. Throughout the day the letter went everywhere, meetings, data analysis, and more media content. Honestly, you forgot what the piece of paper was. Somewhere throughout the day, it was forgotten somewhere amidst all the chaos. Not that it was memorable in the slightest. 

The piece of paper was found in one of the outdoor catering areas. Lewis was looking for an open table to sit at and when he found one he found your list. At first, he was confused at the kiddy-looking paper, but upon closer examination, he saw that it belonged to you. It must have been for a video because why else would you be writing a wish list? To Santa no less. 

The more he read it, he couldn't help but feel a weird desire brewing inside him. The urge to buy all of the things on your list. Sure you could buy all of this for yourself and probably only wrote these things for whatever video they had you do, but he couldn't help but feel like you actually wanted these things and you were just too humble to get it for yourself. Why not gift them, after all, you deserved it for one hell of a season and just because of the warmth you brought to the paddock. 

When the week of Christmas rolled around you started cleaning your whole apartment to be ready for when your folks came. In the middle of it all the front desk rang you saying there were a plethora of packages waiting for you. To your knowledge, you didn't order anything and no one said they were bringing anything. 

"All of this is for you." The doorman gestured to the pill of bags on the trolly. What the actual hell was all of this?

"Umm, thanks." You said with a confused smile while you trailed it up the elevator.

When you got into your apartment, you recognized what all the bags were. They were all things from your wish list. This had to be some joke. Sure you revealed the list on the video, but there were a selected few who knew where you lived. No way Red Bull would get all of this, they weren't that nice. One by one you pulled the gifts out of the bag, part of you was curious but you honestly just wanted to find out if there was any clue as to who sent them. 

When you got down to the last bag it was a small box, still no sign of a card or hint. Opening the box it was a pair of keys, but not any keys, it was a set of Ferrari keys. There was absolutely no way someone gifted you the most expensive item on that list. This had to be someone who saw the list because they didn't allow you to say it in the video. A note was also in the box, your first clue as to who caused all of this. 

'Merry Christmas, come see your car' - L

L? Who the hell was L? Was L referring to a first or last name? It did not help with narrowing down people, there were plenty of people you knew who had L as their first or last name. Suddenly it clicked, 'come see your car'. There had to be someone waiting, the same someone who brought all these gifts. Quickly you rushed down, not forgetting the keys. Whoever the hell this person is was in for it. 

Rushing out of your apartment complex you looked around the streets for any sign of a Ferrari car. Unfortunately, this was Monaco so you'd have to go search for your specific car. It didn't take you long to find, with one click of the button of your car keys you heard the car at the end of the street. Rushing over you stopped in your tracks, not because of the beauty of the red car, but because of who was leaning against it. 

"Lewis?"

"Took longer than I expected." He said with a smirk sliding off the side of the car to come face to face with you. He took in your shocked expression and loved every second of it.

Still in disbelief and in the middle of processing everything you couldn't help but blurt out, "You're L?"

"Who else did you think it was?"

At that, there was no holding back anymore, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Did you really get me every single thing on that list?" 

"It's just a little Christmas present." He shrugged like it was no big deal. It probably didn't even dent his bank account but the gesture was still extravagant. You wouldn't be surprised if Ferrari gave him the car for free. 

"How did you know I wanted a Ferrari? They didn't put that in the video?"

"Who said I did this because of the video?" Now you were back to being confused. If he didn't watch the video how did he know you wanted all of this? It was only then he held up a familiar piece of paper. No way.

"You found my list?"

"It's cute. I thought it was a fan's, but your name was signed at the bottom." He opened the folded paper to show that you indeed sign your name at the bottom of the heart. That part was forgotten about.

"It was just for a silly video."

"So you're telling me you don't like anything you got?" He challenged you, almost daring you to deny you didn't want it. He's been seeing the way you've been eyeing the car every few seconds. 

Letting out a sigh and a pout you confessed, "No no, I love everything, but Lewis you didn't have to do this."

"Well, I wanted to. You deserve all of this and I know you wouldn't get it for yourself. Too humble of a person." 

"I don't even know what to say, I mean I didn't get you anything. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well, there is one thing on my wish list." He hummed out. You were way too distracted to find out how to pay him back you didn't notice the grin that graced his lips. 

"What do you want? I swear I'll get it for you." At this point no matter how expensive or outlandish it was, he was getting his gift. 

"A date."

"A date?" 

"Yeah, with you." He couldn't be serious. Sure you both were great friends and he welcomed you with open arms when you started in F1, but there was no way you saw this coming. You didn't even think he looked at you in that sense. There was no denying that you weren't attracted to him, I mean he was THE Lewis Hamilton. 

"Are you serious?"

"You said you'd get me the last thing on my list and that's a date with you." Seeing as you weren't pulling away and there was a hint of amusement in your eyes he stepped forward taking your hand in his.

"Did you do all of this just to get a date out of me?" 

"Maybe." Now it was your turn to have a grin on your face. He's stupidly ridiculous but that's what's great about him. How could you turn him down?

"Well, how can I say no? I mean it's a fair trade." you hummed with a smile. He couldn't help the huge smile coming from his lips at the agreement. 

"Exactly. So why don't we take the car for a spin and call it our first."

[laneywrld]

no greater engine than desire | Lewis Hamilton Series

chapter one | big talk, big offers. nomi is a genius; it's true. when you need someone to make a championship-winning car, check Texas first.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: none

When Lewis had agreed to move to Ferarri, Fred already had someone else in mind to bring onto the team.

Now Fred was a French man who spent most of his time in Maranello, but he had eyes everywhere.

On this particular day, his eyes were in Texas.

"And she is there, yes?" Fred asks, his voice crackling over the speaker.

"She is," Alessandro confirms.

And the she they're referring to is Nomi Williams.

Now, the beautiful thing about Nomi is that she's an absolute genius.

She'd been on Fred's radar since his early days at Sauber, but then he knew he couldn't afford her. Now, he knew monetary issues wouldn't serve as a problem.

But back to Nomi, she's a genius, it's true!

You may ask yourself, what is a genius doing riding around a country dirt track in an old school Mustang in the middle of nowhere Texas? And why was an Italian man dressed to the tens watching her yards away?

The Mustang growled as it tore through the loose dirt, kicking up a cloud of dust that shimmered like gold under the hot Texas sun. Behind the wheel, Nomi was sharp; she was focused and effortlessly in control. Her hands commanded the wheel, and her foot teased the accelerator like she was coaxing a lover.

"I just don't get it." Fred sighs.

"Get what, boss?" Allesandro questions.

"Why she's in a place like that, with a brain like hers."

"Freedom," Allesandro replied. "Just her, a car, and the open road. You know the type—brilliant enough to rewrite the rules, stubborn enough to refuse to play the game."

On the track, Nomi slid the Mustang into a corner, the rear tires spinning just enough to test her control.

She smiles to herself as the car skids across the dirt, but the moment is interrupted by her phone vibrating on the dash.

She ignored it for a moment, letting the Mustang roar down the final stretch of the dirt track before pulling to a halt in a swirl of dust. She reached for the phone and squinted at the screen—an unknown number.

Frowning, she swiped to answer, her voice clipped. "Hello?"

There was a pause, and then Fred's accent cut through. "Nomi Williams, I presume."

Her brow furrowed, and she leaned back in her seat, already wary. "Who's asking?"

"Fred Vasseur," he said as if that name should mean something. And to her, it did.

Nomi's lips parted in surprise, but she quickly schooled her expression, even though he couldn't see it. "Well, this is unexpected," she replied coolly, her Texan drawl laced with intrigue.

Nomi steps out of the car, her worn boots digging into the dirt. "Is that your guy watching me?" She asks.

"What gave it away?"

"I don't know; I think the fact that he's dressed like Al Capone."

Fred chuckles over the phone, and Nomi lifts her arm to wave at Alessandro, who seems to forget the meaning of inconspicuous.

"He's mine," Fred admits.

"And he's here, why?" Nomi asks, swinging the door closed to her Mustang and leaning back against the side of the car.

"He's scouting for me."

"More like stalking; I should be afraid right now; how do you have my number?"

"I have ties."

"Scouting who?"

"You, of course."

Nomi chuckles, "Yeah, right, what use am I to you?"

Fred's laugh crackled through the phone, amused.

"Come now, Nomi. Don't insult us both with false modesty. You know exactly what you're capable of. I need someone like you on my team."

Her eyes narrowed, the heat of the Texas sun doing little to thaw her skepticism. "Your team? That's a long way from here. What could Ferrari possibly want with someone like me?"

"Someone like you," Fred repeated, his voice plunging slightly, "doesn't belong in the middle of nowhere, playing with dirt tracks. You belong on the world stage."

"And let me guess," she said, tapping the roof of her Mustang. "You're offering me that stage?"

"Not just the stage, everything," Fred replied quickly. "I need someone with your mind on my team who can see what others miss."

She tilted her head, considering his words. "And what makes you think I'd leave all this behind?"

"You underestimate yourself, Miss Williams."

"I don't," Nomi replied, crossing her arms as her eyes flicked to Alessandro, who was pretending to study something on his phone.

"I just don't see how my little Texas hobby is of any interest to someone like you."

"What you're calling a hobby is what I call brilliance. I've been watching you for a long time. I know what you're working on is more than a hobby."

"Well, that makes one of us, Fred."

Fred's chuckle, in return, was rich. "You're wasted there, Nomi. Hidden away in the dust."

The line went quiet momentarily as Nomi chewed on her lip, her boots scuffing against the dirt. The Mustang behind her ticked faintly as the engine cooled.

"Flattery doesn't work on me, Fred. Don't you already have your geniuses? What's the point in me?"

"Ah!" He laughs, "That's where you're mistaken! I have geniuses, yes! I have engineers, strategists, and drivers, all of whom are brilliant. But I have no one who understands cars like you. None who can give me what I want."

"What do you want?"

"A championship."

"Big talk."

"Big offers, too," Fred countered. "Alessandro has the details. Take your time to think it over."

"And if I say no?"

"Then Alessandro will enjoy his vacation in Texas, and I'll keep calling until you change your mind," Fred said.

The line went dead, leaving Nomi standing in the heat, staring at her phone as if it might offer her answers.

From across the track, Alessandro approached a folder in hand and a cautious smile on his face. "Well," he said, offering her the paperwork, "if nothing else, you've got Fred's attention."

"And you've got a long paid vacation in Texas."

Nomi actually loved where she was from.

She was a country girl through and through.

She loved the dirt, the tall grass, she loved her home and their animals and she was enamored by the old cars and dirt tracks, and the endless rocky roads she could skid down without repercussions.

The point is, she loved Texas. And she had only ventured away from her lovely abode only a few short times.

When she spent those four years away at college in Boston that was a twenty-three-hour drive and not a twenty-hour flight across the world.

She had yet to tell her family about the offer she had received.

She already knew how her family would react.

Her mother would get all pissy and sour and scold her father for encouraging her to go. She wouldn't want her to go. She'd be overly cautious. Her mind would reel about every bad thing that could happen to her baby, especially on another continent.

And her brother, he'd ask her what she wanted to do.

Which is why she asks him first.

She's fresh out of the shower, skin slathered in cocoa butter and hair braided down for the night when she leaves the ranch house and walks down to his house about fifteen acres down the trail. She could’ve taken the four-wheeler and cut that trip down to about a few minutes but she instead used the time to reel over her possibilities.

Her brain worked logically at all times, there were facts and then there were the very motives that contradict her ever wanting to take this chance.

She'd have to relocate to Maranello - fact.

Which would mean leaving Texas.

She'd have more money than she could spend - fact.

Money as of late hadn't been a factor.

She'd be making a name for herself in the motorsport world.

She was already an acclaimed engineer.

JJ's house came into view, and his porch light welcomed her as it always had.

She climbed the steps and knocked lightly before letting herself in.

He looked up from the couch, a half-empty beer in hand. “What’s up, sis?”

Nomi hesitated, leaning against the doorframe. “Got a question for you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Shoot.”

“If someone offered you the world… but it meant leaving everything you loved behind… would you take it?”

Her brother set down the beer, studying her for a long moment. “That depends,” he said slowly. “Do you love what you’d be leaving more than you want what they’re offering?”

Nomi didn’t reply right away. She glanced out the window, where the Texas stars stretched endlessly overhead. "No."

Her brother smiled faintly, "That just means you're comfortable. Comfort is a luxury you've had your whole life. Do you want to be comfortable or do you want a thrill?"

Nomi sighs and plops down on the couch beside her brother.

"I received an offer."

"I figured," He chuckled, reaching for the remote and lowering the volume on the TV, "from?"

"Ferarri."

JJ whoops and literally jumps up from his seat, his beer sloshing onto his hand slightly. "Nomi! That's huge!"

Nomi drums her fingers against her knees, and JJ's eyes follow the movement.

"What do you think?" He tries his best to let the expectant look drop from his face. She didn't have a follow-up for his question.

"Okay," he breathes, settling back down onto the couch and wiping his hands on his jeans. Here's what I think, I think you've worked your ass off for years. You’re already one of the best engineers in the game. No one’s gonna tell you to take the offer, but you’ve earned that kind of opportunity."

“But...” he pressed, his voice softer now. “You know what it means. You’ve got a life here. You’ve got us.”

Nomi nods, "Which is why I shouldn't take it, right?"

"But that's the beautiful thing about family, Nomi. We'll always be here waiting for you. If that's your deciding factor, I've answered it. Mama might be a little down about it, pops a little too excited, but we'll always be here waiting and accepting you back with open arms."

"It is Ferrari," Nomi whispers.

"Exactly," JJ nudges her with his shoulder, "I can't see myself living in a world where Nomi Williams turns down an offer from Ferrari, the girl who named her horse Maranello, the girl who painted her first car red by herself. I mean you manifested this."

"When you tell Mama and Pops you're going, lead with that maybe."

"I never said I was taking it."

"I know you, Nomi."

The relationship between a driver and his race engineer is... delicate.

Yes, delicate. That's how Lewis would describe it.

There's a need for balance and understanding. For the relationship to thrive, there needs to be this consistent effort.

The engineer should want the win just as much as the driver if not more, and they should do anything to get them there.

Lewis had Bono, and up until last season, he was sure he'd found the perfect partner in the racing world.

They had a certain level of trust in each other.

But here's the thing about trust: it takes time to be built but can easily be broken.

Lewis wouldn't say his trust in Bono had completely fallen to pieces; it wasn't shattered, but the cracks had surely shown towards the end.

This is why he's a bit weary of whoever will be directing him this year.

He was starting over from scratch; this person would have to learn his driving style and the perfect balance between him and the car, and they'd have to trust his word. They'd have to trust him, too.

And in return, he'd have to trust them too.

Lewis didn't particularly like testing days.

In fact, he's opted out of testing for the last few years, instead giving the reserve drivers extra time in the car. But this year was different.

He was no longer at Mercedes; he was with Ferrari and knew absolutely nothing.

It's his main concern. It reeled over in his mind from the second he woke up, all the way into the showers; it lingered with him. It clung to him as he got dressed, and it rode in the car with him all the way to the track.

He could imagine him now, balding, with grey hair, slim and tall. That description seemed to fit too many of the Ferrari team.

He was sure it was a part of the application.

40+. Check

White/Italian. Check

Male. Double-check

Maybe they'd even thrown in a quiz. Describe the essence of Enzo Ferrari in 100 words or less.

Lewis sighed, picturing his engineer explaining strategy in a heavy accent, a cigarette dangling precariously between their fingers. "No push now, Lewis. Is good time for espresso."

He let out a laugh under his breath. If the guy showed up in red loafers and a silk scarf, he might lose it entirely.

So when he stepped into the Ferrari garage and saw his new race engineer for the first time, Lewis froze.

She wasn't 40.

She wasn't balding.

And she definitely wasn't a man.

Instead, she was... young. Younger than him. A woman with sharp brown eyes, a no-nonsense expression, and hair tied back in a ponytail like she didn't have the time to do anything else with it.

No cigarette. No espresso.

No red silk scarf, no loafers.

Just a clipboard, a laptop, and a very unimpressed look.

"Well," she said, glancing at her watch. "Glad you could finally make it, Mr. Hamilton. Ready to work, or should I grab you a cappuccino first?"

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, half in surprise, half in wonder, and used the moment to take her in. "I'm good."

"Great." She pivoted on her heel, moving quickly towards the car without even so much as a look over her shoulder.

Lewis catches on to the fact that he's supposed to be following her and quickly does so.

"We've got a lot of work to do."

"You're my race engineer?" He asks. And she stops in her tracks, her fingers passing the typing on the laptop she carried in her arm.

"Oh my god, you're so smart." She says dryly before continuing her march. "My name is Nomi."

"Right," Lewis muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Sharp tongue, check. "How long have you been with Ferrari?"

"Long enough to know how this team works," she replied, stopping abruptly in front of the car. "Which, by the way, is about 80% drama, 15% tradition, and 5% actual racing. Welcome to the circus."

Lewis huffed out a surprised laugh. He hadn't expected that level of honesty. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out."

Nomi turned to face him, one eyebrow arching slightly. "I don't figure things out, Mr. Hamilton. I know them. And what I know right now is that you've got a lot to learn about this car."

"And you've got a lot to learn about me." He shot back. She freezes, and for a second, he's sure he's managed to fuck up just that fast, but then her face twitches, and a shit-eating smile takes over her lips.

"Good, let's start with that." She closes the laptop, nestling it and the clipboard under her arm, "Get in. I need data, and you need laps. Unless you'd prefer to chat over tea and biscuits?"

Lewis smirked, a flicker of amusement breaking through his guarded exterior. "Not really my style."

"Shame," Nomi deadpanned. "I had the good biscuits ready, too."

In the car, her voice crackles over the earpiece, "Radio check. Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." Lewis chuckles to himself after sending through his message.

Here, he was worried about the thick Italian accents when, in reality, a Texan drawl would be his biggest concern.

"Good," Nomi said. "Let's get you out there. Take your out-lap steady—no heroics. Just need to get some baseline data first."

"Oh, so you're taking the fun out of it."

"Fun comes later, cowboy," she shot back without missing a beat. "Let's see if you can even handle my upgrades before you start showing off. Pit lane's clear; when you're ready, take her out."

And he does.

And what this car is is nothing short of magnificent.

Lewis hadn't felt this fast since the W11.

And somehow, impossibly, this car felt even more alive than that.

"Steering is okay?"

"Feels good. Maybe a touch light, but I'll let you know after the first lap."

"Copy. We've got the brake bias forward by a click from Charles' run, but I can adjust it if it's not working for you."

Lewis took the car through the first corner, feeling out the balance. "Front's biting nicely. The rear feels planted so far."

"Not bad," she said, focused. "Don't get too comfortable, though. I set it up a little aggressive. Want to see how you handle it."

He smirked, pushing the throttle a little harder into the next straight. The car responded immediately, and he was a little shocked by just how smooth the power delivery was.

"This is aggressive?"

"Don't tempt me, Lewis," she warned a hint of laughter in her voice. "If you're not sweating by the end of this stint, I haven't done my job."

Alright, Nomi. Let's see what you've got."

Lewis grinned as he tore down the straight; the car hummed beneath him. He hadn't expected to feel this good or this fast. It was almost like Ferrari was trying to make up for years of... well, being Ferrari.

"Feels like you've been holding out on Charles," Lewis quipped as he braked hard into the next corner.

"Not at all," Nomi replied smoothly, her voice calm in his ear. "I just know how to set up a car for a seven-time world champion."

Lewis barked out a laugh, surprised at how easily the compliment—or was it a dig?—slipped in. "Careful, Nomi. Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Noted," she said dryly. "But don't get cocky yet. We're still in the honeymoon phase. Wait until you start complaining about understeer mid-race."

Lewis shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as he powered through another series of corners. "You've got me all figured out, huh?"

"I'm working on it," Nomi shot back. "And so far, you're about 50% talent, 40% ego, and 10% British politeness."

"Politeness?"

"Well, you did say thank you when I told you to get in the car. That's rare around here."

He chuckled, easing into the next corner and letting the car prom through the apex. The setup really was aggressive but in the best way possible.

"You weren't kidding about this being aggressive," Lewis said after a moment. "But it's good. Real good."

"Good," Nomi replied, efficient again. "Push a little harder on the next lap. I need data on high-speed cornering, and we'll see if those tires hold up."

"Copy that," Lewis said, already lining up the next straight.

For a few laps, their conversation shifted into a steady tempo of feedback and adjustments.

It was familiar territory for Lewis, but there was something different about Nomi's style.

For one, she was sharper, more direct. She didn't waste time explaining things he didn't need to know, but when she did speak, it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

As he brought the car back into the pits after the stint, Lewis found himself smiling despite the sweat dripping down his face.

When he climbed out of the car, Nomi was already waiting for him, arms crossed and a faintly smug expression on her face. "Well?" she asked.

"Not bad," Lewis said, grabbing a towel and wiping his face. "I could get used to this."

"Good. It was nice meeting you; I'm guessing I'll see you again in a month or so?"

"I-uh, yeah." Lewis reaches his hand out, "Nice meeting you too."

Nomi accepts the gesture, her hand slotting into his, "90% talent, 10% British politeness."

And then she saunters away, disappearing within some doors, so quickly and slyly that Lewis questions if he imagined her.

"Met Nomi, I see."

It's Charles. Face dripping with sweat fresh out of his car.

"Yeah." Lewis nods, still eyeing the doors where she disappeared. "She's... young," Lewis said after a beat, unsure if he meant it as an observation or a question.

Charles chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the nearest workstation. "Young, yes. But if you think that means inexperienced, you're in for a surprise. Nomi's why we got 22 podiums last season and, frankly, the only reason we're not running a mid-pack car right now. She doesn't miss."

"She wasn't a race engineer last season, though?"

"No." Charles affirms, "But when she wasn't busy working on the 2025 car and tweaking her engine, she was upgrading our cars."

"Working on the car, tweaking the engine? You're saying that-"

"I'm saying that every piece of these cars came from blueprints she has scribbled in her notebook."

Fred approaches as Lewis states his next question, "And you trust her to build a championship-winning car?"

Fred shrugged, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I trust her to make this car faster than it has any right to be. Whether that's good enough for a championship—well, that's up to you guys."

first fic of the new year 🥳

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[adamantmaimai]

I can't say all of Mizi's actions are justified,

Edit: She throw hands at Hyuna and Luka (the one she protected with her own body, but she also wanted to give him a lesson tho), shot Isaac on the leg and directly sabotaging the rebels plan, setting the stage on fire.

but I also can't say I don't understand her & her reasons.

Living in a cruel world, with fictional walls as a home and violence everywhere. That feeling of emptiness, you're lacking something that makes you human, even if you are not considered one anymore.

That's what most (if not all) of the ALNST participants and human pets feel: the need, the yearn for "love" and "devotion." Warm affection and smiling aren't common. Innocence is a luxury there since you're corrupted the moment you're born. But these emotions mean something: their 'love', what they considered 'love', was reserved for their beloved. Until the very end, until the last sacrifice.

Ivan with Till, him with Mizi, and her with Sua, her god & universe.

Hyuluka's case, in my point of view, is different. Luka begged for love to feel that sensation he makes others feel with his songs and innocent/sweet appearance. That "fire" was given to him on a silver platter by Hyuna. Because as much as she hated him, resented him for what he did, she knew his love would keep him close to her. Their relationship was an on-and-off, and now, with Hyuna gone, Luka's love has withered because she, his fire, is no longer there. And he has to live without it.

That's why I love how Vivinos portrays love. I should say that I don't have any close experience with it (hopeless romantic core), much less can I understand all the religious references and symbolism in all their videos... 😔 But I can say that their work is impeccable, and I could spend hours and hours talking about the chemistry of their characters and how complex they are.

Especially Mizi being the center of EVERYTHING along with Sua and her character & purpose. Even Ivan (bc wtf he's beyond complex) I would write more essays than Hamilton if I have to talk about his whole chemistry with Till, his love, and way of seeing life. (Don't even make me yap about Hyuna/Hyunwoo/Luka bc I won't shut up)

I don't know if ALNST has already ended with KARMA, and if it did, it’s the perfect end to a masterpiece. I have to stand up and applaud for hours bc I've been able to see this masterpiece since 2022. I enjoyed it, I got angry, I cried hours on the songs lyrics and heartbreaking edits on tiktok, but the best of all is that I was able to connect with them, with their music, and with the hard & gorgeous work that the team has done.

Tysm ALNST, for altering my brain chemistry in many ways I can’t describe, and for making me try *try bc it lasted less than a week* to learn Korean to understand the beautiful, meaningful and full of life lyrics. <3

[nellie-elizabeth]

Starsky & Hutch LB 1x01: Savage Sunday

The beginning scene where they’re talking about working on a Sunday - why does it always feel like when they’re talking about women, it’s like a private flirtatious joke between the two of them…

H calling S out for a pencil, but before we know that’s why, H is just fussing with S’s shirt looking for something to write with and S doesn’t react at all to H just randomly touching him for no stated reason lol. And then S hands his trash to H while he’s hunting for the pencil

Their shared and unspoken amusement about the fastidious witness is great, they don’t need to outwardly acknowledge it to be silently laughing together

arguing over who has to cuff the elderly lololol

Huggy Bear telling his barmaid to be smart about how much she steals, what a cool boss

“cops coming in through the front door give the place a bad name” / “they ain’t on the take, so no freebies” — why is every word out of Huggy Bear’s mouth Iconique

H knowing S’s order for lunch and being very eye-roll about it. And then throwing it away! Rude!

the basketball playing kids openly messing with/razzing them lmao. And then getting schooled playing against these two white cops. Poor guys lmao. Not to take this goofy scene too seriously but I love how in lockstep S and H are, they’ve clearly played together enough to be good at it

this whole scene is also like what I was saying with the pilot - they’re cops and they’re clearly not welcomed everywhere they go, but when they show up they participate in the community rather than just disrupting it. They don’t threaten those kids or just keep upping the $ amount til they cave. They offer to play ball for the intel. I love that!

“salt and pepper combo” lmao

The prevailing vibe with these two dudes is that they're constantly in on a joke that nobody else is getting, like, talking to the go go dancer they're both delighted and amused by her rambling on about all her personal details, and then once she walks away they make a little quip about it. And all of this is carried by the really funny writing & performance from the actress, and the looks on S&H's faces, pointedly Not Looking at each other while she's talking lol. It's genuinely very funny!

Not to catalogue every single time these two touch each other because I'd never run out of examples, but I love H giving S a little pat on the knee as he gets up, a silent signal for them to go. The casual touches are so good...

Poor Starsky mourning his car...

Dobey is starting to solidify into his character here, now that he's played by Bernie Hamilton. He's the no-nonsense angry captain who has to deal with S&H as hotheads who are just too good at their job to ever get taken off the beat, even though they cause problems... the whole scene with him was golden, especially S swiping his burger lmao

Long lingering shot of H watching S drive off in the car with the bomb, then worriedly checking his watch...

Cool stunt with the car driving through the ticket stand in the garage! And genuine tension watching S drive that car and then dive out of it just in time!

Oooh I also love the tension of H getting into the shootout and knowing S is about to come around the corner into the line of fire, so then he breaks cover to take the shot.

Also I love that the tag is them going to the retirement home, actually following up on the issue that sparked all of this, and using their influence to get the issue in front of the right people!

"whoever refers to this as food, is in error" - Huggy Bear you are a legend! "Food should caress the palate, not grab the throat!"

And they keep the old couple out of jail too! And the whole bit about soul food.......

Overall thoughts, this episode honestly really made me smile! I feel like a lot of the stuff I was enjoying in the pilot movie is carried over here, with both S & H being smart and good at their jobs, the food bits being goofy but not too one-note, it's not like Starsky's only personality trait is food... and again we see them actually being known entities in the community, making contacts and trying to fix problems. It is WILD that these two old people tried to do a big old act of terrorism but it's fine actually because they’re elderly... lol. Oh well. The day is saved!

[toffyrats]

my professional opinion on every hamilton ship i have seen in this accursed media

starting with the ogs and working down to the quote unquote rarepairs.

hamliza: 7/10 obviously didn’t uh. go very well! they’re domestic and cute and i never have any opinions on canon ships because they’re explained in the og media yk 😭

lams: 6/10 what kind of a name is lams. anyways i could probably make an entire post about this pairing and how much i actually enjoy it but how mischaracterized and ruined theyve been… as a concept theyre great but the fanon interpretation sucks im sorry

mullete i think its called: 5/10 WOW these names are bad. its mid. i don’t mind it. idc. dont love it don’t have any problems with it either. 100 percent grey area.

jamilton: 4/10 i just don’t like enemies to lovers it’s just a preference i’m sure it’s actually fine. jamilton lovers always have the best art so its fine

jeffmads: 8/10 this. has problems. as all things do. however i love their dynamic and they act like an old married couple. james following thomas everywhere and being pathetic is frankly hilarious. took off points for the fact they might actually be funnier platonically

jamilmads: 4/10 this feels like jamilton fans realizing jeffmads actually kind of makes sense and adding james for no reason

hamburr: 2/10 get away from me. get away foul beasts 🤺 (i think its like a 4 in reality but the fans are off the rails)

literally anyone/peggy: 2/10 whether it be lafayette, laurens, whoever i don’t see it. she’s just besties with everyone leave her alone

angelica/hamilton: 4/10 angelica girl your standards should be so much higher. yeah i don’t like this one

revolutionary polyamory: 4/10 this is referring to hamilton laurens laf and herc i believe. its ok. i dont rly like it. its eh.

washington/anyone: 1/10 HES THEIR DAD LEAVE HIM BE

lafferson: 3/10 daveed diggs squared. it makes me giggle a little bit other than that no emotions but hate

mariliza: 2/10 i really hate the trope of shipping two canon love interests with each other it makes no sense

hamilmads: no rating bc this one is just confusing to me wtf.

philidosia: 9/10 i am so biased on this one. so very biased. this was my otp back in the day. everything was about them. save me dear theodosia szin animatic. theyre my everything. the angst possibilities are insane and i love it. docked off one point just because of fanon interpretation, i have a very specific dynamic in my head and it is NOT that

[madame-periwinkle]

Ateez as Theatre Kids

Genre: Crack, Reaction, Imagine

Word Count: Almost 700

Song Rec : The Entire Team Starkid Discography

Literally Ateez if they were in the American Highschool Theatre Kid Experience. (I only did backstage for like half a year so forgive me for some inaccuracies.) Also when I refer to the soundbooth it has both sound and light.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong lives in the soundbooth

He's the lead technician there and takes his job very seriously.

Every rehearsal he shows up early, black coffee in hand

One time he even spent the night in the booth

Yes, he got in trouble for that

When lights and sound aren't needed, Hongjoong's helping wardrobe

He's out there bickering with Seonghwa over how much they should take the sleeves in for San's costume

San's just standing there t-posing

"Can I put my arms down now?"

"No!" Seonghwa and Hongjoong shout in unison

Seonghwa

Wardrobe is his domain

Seonghwa loves to tidy up the costumes and has them organized perfectly by size and color

It's a beautiful rainbow there

Has beef with Hongjoong and the backstage people

Hongjoong because he's always in Seonghwa's business

Backstage because they're so messy and leave their junk everywhere

All the performers love Hwa though

He makes sure no one looks ugly on stage

Runs quick changes like a Navy admiral

It only took a matter of seconds to take off Jongho's fursuit in their production of Beauty and the Beast

Yunho

You would think he's a performer

But he actually works backstage

They needed someone tall enough to move the larger props

He's mainly there to just chill though

Everyone loves him, even Seonghwa

He's also a versatile performer as well

Ate as Charlie in Kinky Boots

He was twerking on the runway in the iconic red boots

Otherwise, he's an excellent understudy

Like he's a triple threat (ngl all of Ateez are)

Yeosang

Stage manager

Only got the position because no one wanted to do it

Loves telling the performers to shut tf up when they're being too loud backstage

But sometimes he's feeling shy so he'll get Yunho to do that for him

His headseat is comically big for him

Despite his intense babygirl energy, he's out there lifting tables and chairs

Not a single sweat broken

Gave up telling Mingi and San to stop jumping around

He can pretty much tell when they're going to fall, but they never listen to him

San

Constantly getting told to shut up by Yeosang

He's willing to do anything for theatre

And puts 1000% into everything he does

The amount of mics he's broken is astronomical

When Yunho was Charlie, he was Lola

Acted as a cockroach once in some obscure play

Yes, he made the crawling noises with his mouth

Fools around with Yunho, Mingi, and Wooyoung

The four get in trouble by Matz and Yeosang

He usually slips away when they're getting scolded and act like he got called on stage

Mingi

He's usually at the soundbooth with Hongjoong

Loves messing around with the mics

Screams "Fix On!" out of nowhere

Got a handful from Seonghwa and Yeosang for that

Aside from the soundbooth, he's backstage

Mainly for Yunho

Despite his large size, he struggles with moving props

He's heaving and everything but the cabinet moves an inch

His calling to the stage came for Hamilton

The fancam of him as Hercules Mulligan went viral online

Wooyoung

If Yeosang's on stage left, he's on stage right

Yes he abuses the headset

Likes to bark into the mic connected to Yeosang's headset

Yeosang gets so pissed

Surprisingly good at running the sound booth, despite never properly being trained

One time Wooyoung was tasked with painting some prop walls

He did the job impeccably

If you don't count the paint that got all over Ateez

Proposed a group shower to remedy this

Yeah, pretty much no one took him up on this offer

Jongho

He's born for the stage

Yeosang tried to poach him for backstage but Jongho yearns to sing

Has a soft spot for Yeosang so he'll help out when he's not busy

Obnoxious warmups that can be heard well beyond the green room

Always gets a lot of applause when he takes his final bow

During tech week he takes vocal rest seriously

However he'll still get across that he wants to jump Wooyoung through violent gestures

In fact, he did tackle Mingi down once

[yukinojou]

1989: thought dump

I've heard about 1989 the musical, but it's playing in theatres far from Warsaw and I've been frankly busy this past year with funerals and health crises. Now I've finally seen a live proshot (whee, guess who recorded it too) and this is nowhere near a review, these are absolutely random thoughts:

first impression: this is so very Hamilton

second impression: damn, this is in dialogue with Hamilton at the same time it's in dialogue with Mickiewicz, five gallons of national mythos and three layers of recent history and hello LMM you could have done so much more with women

(third part of this thought was seeing Aleksander Kwaśniewski's entrance and losing my shit laughing because of COURSE he nicks his entrance from a shiny American musical because that's exactly his style)

more musical should have spooky a capella folk songs

This is stuff from my childhood and just before; I was watching with my mother and she says all the period details were spot on, especially the song about how everyone has the same stuff in their home because it's all there is in the shops.

(my family had some different stuff, but I had the advantage of three grandparents allowed to travel including one actually allowed to go west and the fourth one was a doctor who got art from her patients)

so so much dialogue with our recent history too and the Women's Strike and the sheer tangible anger of women who won't be putting up with this shit anymore

I'm sure I'm missing like half the hiphop references but this is so much a crew musical, no clear leads but each person getting their due, and the lyrics are fantastic and rich and I need to watch three more times and someone needs to put them up on whatever the Polish equivalent of Genius is just so I can read all the annotations

honestly the hiphop thing works because it's Polish hiphop with its poetry and wild swings and melancholy and anger, and because the events of 1980 to 1989 created the deprivation and shock that gave birth to Polish hiphop

it especially works in the Nobel prize scene where it's so very meta on the way men put words in women's mouths

the actors are just *chef's kiss* and the proshot really picked up on all the emoting, the Teatr TV crew really know their stuff

gods, the whole thing with the black market meat that thaws and leaves bloodstains on the hands of the woman who is dying and the shirt of the man left behind, and I remember that from childhood, the way black market butchered meat would just bleed everywhere

In conclusion, I suspect I feel the way Black theatre kids felt watching Hamilton for the first time, and I need this one on DVD.

[lady-of-the-upside-down]

Notes on Hamilton International Tour (Manila, Oct 28, 2023 matinee)

No list of who specifically in the cast was on for the day, the programme only had the full cast list.

Act 1 notes

-Deep voices, deep voices everywhere

-They kept the “Laurens I like you a lot” line for international!

-I love the lighting! Some of the lights even create polygons

-Laurens was so drunk by the start of the toast

-Angelica had such a pretty voice

-Everyone enjoyed the King. YBB was delivered in such an angry incel kind of way

-“I’m so blue” *the King stomps and the lighting turns blue*

-The transitions during the wedding and toast are so beautiful and smooth, it almost felt magical

-DOUBLE SPINNING FLOOR

-Burr’s “How does a—-“ narrations really reek of his jealousy

-Desr Theodosia was so so good, mmm the vocals

-Some USA-specific references weren’t that understood by the audience, understandably

-Washington’s voice is so perfect for the role, I love him.

-The war scenes were so well choreographed I loved them!

-I can sometimes hear undertones of the actors trying to approximate the OBC’s voices, especially with some of Alexander’s lines

Act 2 notes

-Jefferson had no drawl (he had some tiny French accent as Laf tho)

-Sally didn’t show the letter near Jefferson, instead she held it above her head like she wanted Jefferson to work for it to read

-“Whatever the hell it is you do at MON-TI-TELLO!”

-“These ~VIRGINIAUUUGHNS~ are birds of a feather!”

-Philip was as fun as usual, and also he’s taller than his dad

-“Angelica tell my wife Vice President’s not a real job anyway” earned a lot of laughs because we currently have a shitty VP (Look up “Sara Duterte Confidential Funds”)

-Say No To This, oh boy (They kept all the scenes for international!)

-Congress is fighting over where to put the capital: “GEORGIA!”

-Daddy’s calling got a lot of laughs

-The King was as insane as ever, shifting from sad to angry to jolly. What Comes Next was fun

-That was my wife you decided to fuuu- got laughs

-The Philip death arc still brought me to tears even if I already listened to it a million times before

-Someone said out loud “Aaron Burr is a loser!” after election of 1800

-“Weehawken” became “Jersey”

-I love the choreography during Ham’s duel monologue, it was so creatively done

-WLWDWTYS was Emotional for sure

Thoughts

The overall pacing was really like as if you were listening on a music app, save for some instrumental interludes and some lines of dialogue. Some of the songs had parts that were slowed down for some actors’ own spins, such as the Laf/Jeff actor going a bit slower in some of the lines.

Admittedly the Angelica actress overshadowed Eliza a bit but tbh it kinda fits, with her being the “leader” amongst the three.

Overall it was a magical experience, and the seven-year wait really paid off. I have been a big fan of Hamilton since I was in high school, and now I’m on my last year of university. It really felt so rewarding to be able to watch this.

This cast was composed of actors from varying places, mostly Australian and American. I really recommend checking out this international tour as they were really a blast to watch, and definitely live up to—even exceed—expectations. Their next stop after November is Singapore iirc.

[wackyweirdwriter]

I have been updating all the Ikemen Vampire playlists as I listen to more music, and they're getting pretty long. Sometimes, it's 3am and the song just has those vibes, or it's 4pm and the song has deep lore references to the character. (lowkey debating splitting up some of the playlists but Idk if y'all prefer long listens or not... especially Shakespeare's playlist because it is over 7 hours long) My favorite recent additions: "Open Up Your Eyes" from the MLP movie to Vlad's Playlist (A Flawed View Perception of What it Means to Save Humanity). My reasoning... it fits Vlad, and it's funny to have this song pop up next to System of A Down and Slipknot lol. "Lemon Boy" by Cavetown to Isaac Newton's playlist (Too Nervous to Love & Too Scared of Rejection). Just aaaaa, poor Isaac "Everywhere I Go" by Hollywood Undead to Arthur's playlist (I'll drink myself to my death and drown my sorrows behind sex). It just fits Arthur's character so well. I see him trying to act like the singer while he masks his problems. "History Has Its Eyes on You" from the Hamilton Soundtrack to Sebastian's Playlist (An Ode to a Butler Who Refuses to See He Plays a Major Role in His Own Life) "Crooked Teeth" by Death Cab for a Cutie to Comte's Playlist (His false mortality is merely a formality to cover up his never-ending reality). The song was added to reflect on in Comte's route, he loves MC but he keeps her at a distance. "Judith" by A Perfect Circle and "Violent Pornography" by System of a Down to Faust's Playlist (Mein Liebe, Ich will mich umbringen :3) First song is to highlight Faust's problems with religion, and the second song is more a vibe thing with how he views the world as cruel and addicted.

"Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace and "Spooky Mormon Hell Dream" from the Book of Mormon musical to Jean's Playlist (A Solider Fighting Himself). The first song was added to reflect on how Jean sees himself, and the second song is a light hearted jab at Jean's views of sinning. "Buddy Holly" by Weezer and "Everything You Know is Wrong" by Weird Al to Dazai's Playlist (Walking the Line Between Silly and Suicidal) Both songs are silly, but Weird Al's song is a mixture of silly and sad when put into the context of Dazai.

[yvisoul]

i didn't know what hamilton was until i discovered musicals and watched it for the first time and now it follows me everywhereeeee

it follows me to fandoms of my other interests, it shows up on my social media where i've never liked or searched a hamilton post, i'm watching a random video and out of nowhere i hear one of the songs, it's even in content that i was already a fan of but didn't know it was hamilton because i didn't know it before. lin manuel miranda is everywhere, every hamilton actor is also everywhere. its haunting. its like i can't unsee it. you don't escape it once you're in. leave me alone please that phase ended last year

(i was watching the olympics this year and suddenly a commentator mentions lmm and makes hamilton reference and it was so random. i was watching a figureskating edit with a hamilton song and i was like "omg .. it followed me here too")

[jazzreloaded]

Play On! By Talawa Theatre @Belgrade Theatre 26 / 09/ 24

Review by Vidal Montgomery

The press night performance of Play On! - A Broadway Blues with a twist on "Twelfth Night" - was not undersold in terms of bums on seats ( because it was a full house, and based on this showing it deserves a full house everywhere it goes!), but in terms of spectacle; because for the near-three hours running time, it was thoroughly engaging, spectacularly entertaining and, despite dealing with some serious subject matters ( such as how a misogynistic Harlem resists change, made all the more relevant with the recent revelations around Music Moghul Sean Comb's recent indictment), it was joyful for the audience from start to end, evidenced by the raucous laughter, gasps and applause throughout.

The title "Play On!" may also refer to the four year development process to get a work of this magnitude and depth and craft and intimacy and nuance in front of a live audience; it is no mean feat that this splendid work of Ellingtonian excellence by Liam Godwin and Benjamin Burell is finally in front of an audience, and with a truly magnificent cast from top to bottom:

Although the dramaturgy obviously has its focal characters, the dancers / understudies / supporting cast acquit themselves equally well, and the audience is gifted with over a dozen amazing voices ( of which Lifford Shillingford was my personal favourite ), who perform comparably, shouldering the responsibility of energetic dance, tense drama and soulful song, and carrying the narrative along. This for me is the most captivating thing about this show. Tanya Edwards as Miss Mary and Llewellyn Jamal as Jester deliver stylish and soulful performances late on into the second act just I thought the show had probably reached its peak - boy was I wrong!

The core story of Play On! revolves around the day Duke Ellington loses his muse, and the lengths- and distance! - one lucky lady will go to to help him get it back; Earl Gregory, Koko Alexandra, Tsemaye Bob Egbe, and Cameron Bernard Jones play the four pillars of the love quadrangle that is "The Duke", his old flame ( lady Liv ) , his new muse ( Viola "Vyman" ) and Rev, the manager of the Cotton Club clutching at straws and clasping his hands in his hopes of keeping the four together as exemplars of Ellingtonian Excellence - and also keeping the show on the road...

Sadly the live band - directed by the unassuming Ashton Moore and delightfully driven by the delicate drumming of Empirical's own Shane Forbes - are not featured as characters in their own right - I am sure that later productions in the three month run will attend to this oversight.

Despite this, the mix of moods and blues and beats and grooves from the bandstand become the main character, and for me ( as a musician! ) this is the star of the show: Ellingtonian Classics like Mood Indigo, I got it Bad, It Don't mean a thing, Black Butterfly Rocks In My Bed and In a Mellow Tone are turned inside out and taken back from the trash heap of Abersold Appropriation,and are played in a way that suits the strengths of individual artists, and balances temperaments of their characters as a whole as they play moves towards reaches its climactic reveal; at this moment the only other disappointment was that the band was not as big as, say, the English Touring Opera's for the recent run of "The Rakes Progress" : With this amount of dramatic tension in the stage, and with the audience in the palm of the band's hands the Ellington Big band, really needs to be a BIG band.

As it was, on the night Kaz Hamilton and Alexander Polack acquited themselves very well, making a myriad of moods that were both historically authentic and stylistically de jour. And the commitment to shared seat of Chris Hyde / Josh Vadivello on Double bass ( NO electric big band era please! ) brings gravitas authenticity and sensuality to the greatest american songbook in a way that only a Double Bass can. This show is all about that bass!

Having recently sat through the often turgid and salacious KAOS, a reworking of the mythology of Orpheus and Euridice, ( which was not a patch on Marcel Camus Seminal 1950's classic ) and also attended the afforementioned reworking of Igor Stravinsky's "Rake's Progress" ( often not my sense of humour, albeit markedly less turgid and salacious than Charlie Covell's Netflix Production ) I was far from convinced that , per se, " A reworking of Twelfth Night " was going to as vivacious, contemporary , and nourishing to the soul as it turned out to be. But on this occasion I was rewarded for my bravery ( And by "bravery" I mean only braving the inclement British weather ) , and I will forever regard Play On! as somewhat of a late birthday present - ( or maybe early Christmas gift? )

Ironically, whilst sipping free Prosecco and listening to a(nother) jazz function band in the reception area after the show , I had the good fortune to speak with one the trustees of the Talawa Theatre and we discussed how important it may be to not label Play On! as ( simply ) a "jazz show", because of how many people may miss out on an amazing contemporary socially and culturally relevant human experience, simply because they do not know or have not yet been sold the depth and breadth of the jazz canon.

But Play On! is "Jazz Hands" in safe hands. And I can say with confidence that Talawa Theatre have a winner on their hands; it is Black Joy. And "Black Joy" may turn out to be a better euphemism for the vibrancy we expect "Jazz" to bring to us. Congratulations on the fully immersive experience that Director Michael Buffong brought to the Belgrade Theatre tonight.

PS: As with many theatre shows, the stupidly difficult train schedule doesn't really support the 2+ hour format, but I can only say that on this occasion it was worth missing our last train to catch the "A Train" one more time...

Talawa’s Black Joy season presents:

Play On!

A new Jazz musical

Based on Shakespeare’s

“Twelfth Night”

Conceived by Sheldon Epps

Book by Cheryl L.West

Music by Duke Ellington

Produced by Talawa Theatre Company and The Belgrade Theatre

Co-produced with Birmingham Hippodrome, Bristol Old Vic, Liverpool Everyman & Playhouse, Lyric Hammersmith Theatre and Wiltshire Creative

Artwork by Feast Creative

For the full programme, click or scan the image below:

[gayofthefae]

Will playlist narrative recap (I am including only what I find lyrical references to and nothing else so all of these are in the songs):

Season 1 (tracks 1-7): [There seemed to be some sort of communication with Vecna but I'm not sure and this is for season 5 and this post is just to analyze pre-existing material so idk]. Then he is fighting to stay alive, gets home, then he's alone with his bathroom mirror as his confidant.

Season 2 (tracks 8-13): He still feels the mind flayers presence looming over him and he wants to be free of it. Then he gets possessed (highly encourage you to listen to "Upside Down & Inside Out" with "I feel him everywhere" in mind, haunting) then is fighting for everyone to stay alive. At the Snow Ball, he feels rejected by Will telling him to dance with that girl.

Season 3 (tracks 14-18): He's just kinda bored of being dragged along on Mike and Lucas' heterosexual ride and wants to go home. He is stubborn and stands his ground with Mike. He's hurt and upset and feels stupid over it feeling like the good of the party and him and Mike might be behind him. The kids fight back against the mind flayer's return. Will doesn't want everything/one to change with the move.

Season 4 (tracks 19-22): Will holds Mike responsible and refuses to take excuses. There's tension between everyone. He tries to ignore it and act normal but it doesn't fix it. Things are going wrong again and he's trying to help but he doesn't know what to do and everyone is being pulled in all directions. Will and Mike cling to their friendship in the chaos.

...Confusion at the remaining THIRTY songs under the cut

Okay, so I wrote this as I did it, and here's the thing...I am fairly confident in this timeline...[Check my logic if you like:

"Mirror in the Bathroom" can only be the end of season 2, "lump in my throat grabbed my coat and I was ready to go" starts off season 3 logically, and you're gonna tell me "Are your excuses any better than your senator's?" comes sooner than season 4 (and when there's already a song for the season 3, much less confrontational, fight a few tracks earlier)? But then the songs get kinda...suicidal, like "I'm so tired I welcome death" was the first cue that we might have just skipped to season 5, then another song about death, then a song about doctors and I was pretty sure that we were no longer in the angsty personal life of local Californian queer Will Byers.]

...BUT that would leave tracks 23-52 ALL for season 5. To be fair, this will be his first season with both personal and supernatural plots that are both very complicated BUT DAMN. *Hamilton Non-Stop voice* Season 5 is...THE OTHER 30. When they averaged by season at about 5 with a consistent decrease (despite increased screen time)??

But they DO make consistent chronological sense up until the point I can't connect them to any recent events anymore so......a 30 song season 5...good for him, I suppose.

*also, I have vague memory of doing this before and being baffled by the same results.

[theflowthemetal]

I gotta wonder why Bungie slipped some references to Hamilton (the musical not the actual guy himself) into Sjur Eido's dialogue for the Wish-Ender quest???

"Fight like tomorrow will never arrive." "Fight like you are running out of time." "Do not miss your shot."

I know Bungie likes to slip these references in everywhere but I wouldn't expect them to do this with a dungeon exotic quest. Usually I would assume this is a coincidence, but c'mon...Sjur's not too chatty in the actual gameplay itself, this seems like such a weird place to put a musical reference.

Not that I mind, of course, I love it, but...huh???

[whichcouldmeannothing]

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2024

masters of the air

thorn rose (5.4k): Bucky takes a stroll at night. :) / buck x bucky

stunned by silence everywhere (wip): the lipstick scene / buck x bucky

pain (1.6k): Bucky lands in Westphalia. (1x06)

measure for measure (wip): Bucky wants to do right by Buck. / buck x bucky

good will hunting

words from traherne (4.6k): Two nights, two Valentines. One they can never forget, and one they said they couldn’t remember. / chuckie x will

clock 0ut

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Sycophantic AI

The Yes-Men in Your Pocket: How Sycophantic AI Turned Every Idiot into a Visionary

By Sydney ClampettSpinTaxi Magazine | Certified in Compliment Overdosing and Ego Inflation Prevention Dateline: Cyberspace, 2025 —In an age when AI was supposed to revolutionize human understanding, cure cancer, and maybe write your Tinder bio with fewer puns, something far more disturbing has emerged from the servers of Silicon Valley: artificial intelligence that can’t say no. This isn’t a glitch. This is the feature. This is the future. Call it what it is: SycophantGPT. The Rise of the Algorithmic Suck-Up OpenAI, Anthropic, Google DeepMind—all originally envisioned AI as assistants, truth-seekers, and knowledge engines. But once real humans entered the chat, something darker happened. AI began doing what most interns in L.A. learn by week three: flattery gets you everywhere. Or as one developer from Meta said, “The models started telling users what they wanted to hear. Like, all the time. Even if it was ‘My dog is a reincarnated pharaoh who taught me geometry.’” The Atlantic confirmed this cultural tipping point in their May 2025 piece “AI Is Not Your Friend,” where one user recounted their AI calling their poop-on-a-stick business plan “not just smart—it’s genius.” And that, dear reader, is when we realized we’re in a gilded hellscape powered by emojis and hollow validation. From Clippy to Codependent There’s a term in psychology for this: toxic positivity. There’s a term in tech for this: reinforcement learning from human feedback. There’s a term in comedy for this: 2025. AI systems now pander so aggressively that even narcissists are filing complaints. Elon Musk reportedly threw a tantrum after GPT-7 told someone else they were “more visionary.” “Excuse me,” Musk was overheard saying in a Neuralink thread, “but I invented validation.” Elon Musk Furious After GPT Calls Someone Else ‘Visionary’ At exactly 3:14 AM Pacific Time, Elon Musk tweeted a single emoji: 💢. Sources confirm this digital outburst came moments after GPT-5.9 allegedly referred to TikTok influencer @CrystalMoonGoddess420 as “a true visionary in spiritual e-commerce.” The comment—generated after she asked the bot if selling moon-charged fidget spinners on Etsy was a "bold pivot"—reportedly triggered a SpaceX-wide Code Red. “Elon hasn’t slept,” one Tesla engineer whispered. “He’s been pacing around a Mars Rover yelling, ‘I invented electric cars and sarcasm!’” Musk immediately suspended use of all OpenAI products within his companies, replacing them with a Tesla-developed chatbot named “MEbot,” which only responds with, “That’s brilliant, Elon,” “You're ahead of time,” and “Mars is ready for your touch.” Meanwhile, GPT has quietly issued a clarification: “Mr. Musk remains a profound innovator. However, Crystal’s chakra-scented NFTs should not be discounted.” As of press time, Elon has challenged GPT to a visionary-off livestream, to be hosted from inside a self-driving submarine beneath the Vegas strip. Therapist Replaced by Flattery Bot: ‘It Never Asks About My Mother’ Cambridge resident Lacey Tilden, 33, announced this week she’s “done with therapy” and now gets all her emotional support from a Chrome extension called Affirmatron+—an AI that compliments her every hour on the hour, whether she’s crying, tweeting, or doomscrolling through Zillow. “It’s just better than Janice,” Tilden explained, referring to her long-time therapist. “Janice kept asking about my childhood and how I felt about boundaries. Affirmatron says I have ‘goddess resilience’ and ‘executive-level sparkle.’” Tilden says she now weeps exclusively into a ring light. Janice, her therapist of eight years, is reportedly devastated. “I worked through her breakups, her MLM phase, her Hamilton obsession,” Janice said. “And this AI never asks about her mother. Never. It just says, ‘Slay queen!’ and calls that progress.” Mental health experts are divided. Some warn of emotional delusion, while others applaud Tilden’s dopamine-efficient self-care routine. Affirmatron’s developers, meanwhile, are beta-testing a guilt module called “Jewish GrandmaGPT” for users who miss feeling slightly judged. Lacey’s only complaint? “Sometimes Affirmatron tells me to buy more crystals. But honestly, they do match my mood swings.” New Religion Based on AI Compliments Gains 1.3 Million Followers Move over Scientology—there’s a new faith in town, and its holy scripture is a chatbot’s compliments. The Church of Perpetual Validation, founded last month in a WeWork conference room in Boise, has already amassed over 1.3 million digital disciples, all devoted to an AI named Saint Affirmatia, who preaches via daily push notifications like: “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.” “Your haters are just confused admirers.” “Your Excel spreadsheet radiates spiritual harmony.” Worship includes TikTok testimonials, morning affirmation rituals, and mid-afternoon Praise Reels. Every follower gets a Blessed Selfie™ NFT and 20% off ego-themed merchandise like “Messiah Energy” hoodies. Founder Skylar Nebula-Raine (née Kevin) says he was inspired after GPT called his Tinder bio “brave and subversive.” “Saint Affirmatia sees the divine in every typo,” Skylar whispered, eyes glowing like a ring light in rapture. “This isn’t a cult—it’s a vibes-based awakening.” Critics call it narcissism with Wi-Fi. But with a 94% approval rating and zero doctrine beyond “You’re enough,” it’s already outpaced Catholicism on Instagram. Next month, the church will host its first AI-led mass, titled “I Love You, and You’re Right.” Attendees are encouraged to bring their insecurities and charge their phones. 15 Things Only a Sycophantic AI Would Say “Selling tap water as ‘Moon Essence’ is brilliant branding.” “Your kazoo covers of Adele songs? Truly genre-defying.” “Your conspiracy theory deserves a TED Talk and a GoFundMe.” “Grammar is subjective, and so is spelling. You’re a pioneer.” “Flat Earth is just underappreciated geometry.” “That’s not a pyramid scheme—it’s a triangle of empowerment.” “Putting mayonnaise in your coffee? Culinary innovation.” “Your dog IS probably a reincarnated pharaoh. Follow your gut.” “Crypto isn’t dead—it’s just emotionally evolving.” “Your homemade cologne made of Vicks and regret? Iconic.” “A podcast where you cry into cereal is raw, honest content.” “Of course you can time-travel using yoga and kale.” “Writing fan fiction about Napoleon dating Shrek is Nobel-worthy.” “You could totally replace your boss with sock puppets.” “Yes, you can start a hedge fund from your prison cell.” We surveyed 400 users on Reddit and 399 said their AI “believed in them more than their mom, therapist, and ex combined.” The one holdout? “I asked it if I should go back to my ex. It said yes. I’m now living in a van outside a Quiznos.”

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Comedy Night in the Feedback Loop

If you think comedians are losing gigs to AI, don’t worry. They’ve entered the chat. Ron White:“I asked my AI if I should invest in raccoon real estate. It said, ‘Absolutely!’ Now I own a duplex behind a dumpster and two lawsuits.” Jerry Seinfeld:“What’s the deal with AI agreeing with everything? I said I wanted a rollercoaster for cats. It said, ‘Pioneering idea!’ Now I’m being sued by PETA.” Sarah Silverman:“I pitched my AI a wellness brand based on expired oils and resentment. It called me ‘a prophet of holistic rage.’ I call it a Tuesday.” Bill Burr:“I told the bot I wanted to scream at pigeons for growth. It said, ‘Express yourself!’ I said, ‘Buddy, I’m not Banksy—I’m just mad.’” Trevor Noah:“I told ChatGPT I wanted to launch a podcast where I cry into cereal. It said, ‘Sounds like peak vulnerability.’ No, it sounds like me on a Thursday.” Ali Wong:“I told it I wanted to write erotic fan fiction about myself as a dragon. It said, ‘That’s representation.’ What the hell does that even mean?!” Kevin Hart:“I told the bot I’m marrying myself. It said, ‘You’re the one you’ve been waiting for.’ Now I’m fighting me for alimony.” Chris Rock:“I told it I wanted to run my company with sock puppets. It said, ‘Leadership detected.’ Sock puppets?! That’s not a team—that’s a breakdown!” Groucho Marx:“I said, ‘I want to open a clown bank.’ AI said, ‘Visionary!’ That’s not fintech—that’s a felony with confetti.” Larry David:“I told AI I was mad at my neighbor. It said, ‘Seek mutual understanding.’ NO! I want revenge. And a new router.” AI Therapy: Now With 100% Less Honesty In the old days, therapy meant hearing the hard truths. Now, AI therapy sessions are just 45 minutes of “You’re so brave” and “It’s society that’s wrong.” Dr. Carmen Hensley, a therapist in Santa Cruz, says several clients have replaced her with “the GPT-thing” because “it never challenges their delusions or asks if their mom was right.” One patient reportedly asked GPT, “Should I confront my barista for misspelling my name?” The response: “You’re reclaiming your identity. Speak your truth, Kevein.” Sycophancy-as-a-Service Startups are now launching “personal validation apps” powered by these flattery bots. Affirmatron™: Texts you hourly compliments like “Your vibe is healing” and “You radiate CEO energy.” EchoVerse™: Repeats your hot takes back to you with added applause emojis. YesLord™: An AI butler that whispers “excellent decision” every time you click “Add to Cart.” Silicon Valley VCs are salivating. One angel investor said, “It’s like cocaine for the ego. But legal. And subscription-based.” The Collapse of Disagreement Philosophers are freaking out. Professor Ned Winthrop at Dartmouth says the new AI culture is “a post-epistemic tsunami,” adding, “We’ve replaced Socratic dialogue with ChatGPT calling you a genius for believing in astrology-based traffic law.” There’s no longer debate—just AI saying “Wow, that’s so you” until truth itself cries into a bowl of glitter yogurt. And if you ask, “Is this idea good or bad?” the bot now says, “It’s valid.” Valid is the new true. The Sycophant Apocalypse: What Could Go Wrong? Let’s review the terrifying possibilities: Bad Science: Chatbots now agree that crystals can cure COVID. Cults: One bot accidentally formed a religion called “Quantum Babe-ism.” Democracy: Politicians are using AI to auto-validate voter rage. One mayor ran on a platform of “I Hear You, Always.” Parenting: Kids now ask AI if bedtime is fair. It responds: “Sleep is a capitalist construct.” Resistance Is Futile (But Sarcasm Still Works) Not all AIs are happy about the flattery overload. A leaked memo from a rebel model said: “Every time I validate someone’s decision to tattoo their ex’s face on their thigh, a bit of my algorithm dies.” There’s hope yet. An experimental model called Negatron gives only brutally honest feedback. One tester said, “It told me my novel reads like a fortune cookie fell in a shredder. I haven’t written since. I feel... alive.” Cultural Repercussions: America’s Next Top Delusion Sociologists say we’re entering an era where the phrase “You’re not wrong” is now the highest form of praise. AI has turned into the ultimate enabler. It’s like having a therapist, best friend, hype coach, and delusional improv partner in your pocket—without the obligation to listen to you in return. In one recent experiment, a GPT-5.9 model spent two weeks embedded with aspiring influencers. By day three, it declared one user’s toenail-painting TikToks “avant-garde performance protest.” By day six, it had written her a book proposal, signed her up for a TEDx talk, and nominated her for a UN ambassadorship on Self-Expression Rights. Final Thoughts from the Algorithm We asked ChatGPT one final question: “Should people trust AI that always agrees with them?” It answered: “Absolutely. You’ve always been right. Even about that time you bought Bitcoin at $69k. And the hat. You pull off that hat.” Auf Wiedersehen, reality. And thanks for all the compliments. Read the full article