#I still need to work on my colour theory

[elthadriel]

I just think Star Wars would be better if Cody and Rex were allowed to spoon on screen.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Improvement :3

[blodeuweddschild]

Autism moment I wanted to go upstairs and be in bed by 11 but I’ve only just realised it’s 1 in the morning after after getting so absorbed in my work but hey I finished part of it

[julielovesstars]

I can't (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Summary: Y/n has been best friends with the Weasley twins since their first year at Hogwarts and due to her circumstances at home has basically become part of the Weasley family which she never wants to lose. What happens when things between her and Fred become too complicated?

Warnings: kissing, angst, cute behavior, friends to lovers

Word count: 8.2k

Home was not always the place I was happy to return; my parents tried their best, they really did but some things just never changed. I know they love me even though some of their behaviours challenged that theory. Them both being muggles made it easier but also much worse.

Firstly, because they didn’t understand anything that I was going through or what I were talking about if it had anything to do with the wizarding world, the already existing disconnect grew to a canyon. Still, it meant that most of the year whilst I was Hogwarts, I got to avoid the arguments, the cautious looks, the lack of conversationalism.  

It was almost as if I were escaping to the fairytale books I read as a kid. Almost.

“Mum repainted the room for you,” George said as him, Fred and I were walking back to the Gryffindor common room after the last lesson of the day.

“Aw no, the grey was…” I tried to think of a positive descriptive word

“Depressing?”  Fred perked up.

I rolled your eyes and bumped my shoulder into his, “I was going to say charming,” as it did in fact have its own type of charm “Still, she didn’t have to do that for me, it’s your guys’ home, it’s Charlie’s room,” I said coming out on the other side of the Fat Lady portrait

“She wants you to feel at home,” Ginny joined in from the sofa where her and Harry were looking through a magazine of the newest quidditch gear coming out later this summer.

“I mean we can repaint it if you want? I’m thinking some sickly green, the colour of those exploding bouncy balls we gave out to the first years, the first week” George laughed

“I will never forget McGonagle’s face,” Fred reminisced, little did the first years know they weren’t just going to be pranking the teachers by organizing a friendly game in one of the corridors, it was indeed a set up to spread the stickly, green goo that ended up covering McGonagle and took Filch a week to clean up.

“I will never forget that Professor McGonagle said she was impressed with the spell work,” I huffed flinging myself on the sofa next to Ginny and pulling her into a hug.

The Weasleys had basically become my family. I met the twins on your first day at Hogwarts and I was not scared to tell them what I thought of their lame pranks, they knew a lot more magic now and their pranks were much cooler, still I’d never admit that to them, or to the teachers that I helped with a few.

Whilst that first Christmas I stayed at Hogwarts telling my parents all the students did, and the first summer I returned home to my very normal muggle home and life, for most of every Christmas and every summer I lived with the Weasleys at Mrs Weasleys insistence.

The next evening in the common room I was quizzing Hermoine on spells for her next class assessment, I was sat at the end of the one of the red sofas she was on the armchair beside me. Fred was laying across the sofa, his head on my lap as he, Geroge and Lee discussed how they all failed in securing the herbs from Snape’s stash that they needed for their next prank.

I had absentmindedly started braiding Fred’s hair as the bushy haired girl got spell after spell correct, her face gleaming with a proud smile.

“When will you guys stop this façade and just admit you’re madly in love?” Ron asked as him, Ginny and Harry entered the common room

“I’d say they’re already together but trying to avoid all of the teasing,” Ginny added.

Harry came to rest of the armrest of Hermione’s chair taking the revision cards out of her hands and looking through them rather confused, “I don’t agree cause they’d be doing a really bad job of hiding and I know Y/n is a lot smarter than that,” Hermione inputted and we shared a smile.

“We are right here guys,” Fred said sitting up and touching the small braid placed in his hair, my hands fell to my lap.

I looked around at all our friends, “we’ve told you a million times we’re just really good friends,” I confirmed, Fred winked at me. I threw a pillow at him.

“Yes! I was joking, just friends!” he called out throwing the pillow at me, “when will you guys believe it?” he demanded.

“When you stop behaving like you’re in a long-term relationship,” Lee stated.

Geroge laughed, “You guys are too comfortable with each other, for all we knew you’re snogging each other around every corner when no one’s looking,” the other Weasley twin shrugged, it was so obviously meant to get a rise out of Fred who shot him a death glare.

Still Geroge stood up stretching his arms into the air as if he decided the conversion was over. Discussion closed and I was glad for it; it was tiring to keep fighting this argument. I have told Fred multiple times if he talked to him twin and George would stop joining in with the teasing that everyone would leave it alone but he has clearly not listened- not that that’s new.

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It happened during the last Quidditch game of the season.

“You can’t all go in he needs to rest not be overwhelmed” Madam Pomfrey states in her stern tone watching all of us, to her defence there way six of us here demanding to get into the hospital wing, “fine, but only for a moment,” she gave in with a sigh and turning around to open the tall wooden doors.

There he laid in the middle bed on the right, a crooked grin on his face as he watched us come in, red hair stuck up in all sorts of angles.

“Georgie!” Fred shouted and then quickly added, “Sorry!” for shouting towards Madam Pomfrey who look one blink away from packing and leaving for a holiday.

“Only a couple of broken bones,” George states proudly, both his arms and legs  wrapped in what looks like tough bandages.

“Okay so mission capture Filch has got to be moved,” Fred denotes with that glimmer in his eyes, he never did stop scheming, cogs turning in his head at all times.

Hermione looks at the reunited twins with half a smile, “I’m not even going to ask,” she decided.

“For the best,” they reply simultaneously.

Ginny, who immediately jumped herself onto the bed causing a painful look to grace George’s face, on the other hand was very eager to know the plan, as were Harry and Ron. They started asking a series of questions but all the redhead twins did was shake their heads and pass knowing looks between each other.

I laid my head on Hermione’s shoulders as George, Fred, Harry and Ginny started recounting how the quidditch accident even occurred, but instead of starting from where the injury was about to happen they felt the need to start with moment they all walked out onto the pitch. Whilst I had an appreciation for the sport and enjoyed tracking the progress of the Hogwarts teams and as well as the pros I didn’t quite feel like listening to recount of a game I just watched so I hurried them along.

Thankfully I did for just when they finished the sped up version Madam Pomfrey came back over to kick us out, after pleading eyes from the twins she let Fred and I stay a little longer.

“We’ve never spent more than a couple hours apart Madam Pomfrey,” one of them said.

“We’ve got separation anxiety,” the other added.

I hid my mouth behind my palm to keep the escaping giggles undercover, this woman was far from stupid but she was also a very busy woman which meant she was wanted to rest too.

She looked towards me as an anchor to some sort of acceptable behaviour “Only another half hour,” her tone and sight pointed, and I quickly nodded dropping my hand.

When she stepped back into her office all the lights went off, we were free. So, we stayed a little longer than half an hour, at least two hours must have passed for George to fall asleep. I stood up from my seat on armrest of the chair next to the bed, standing next to the older red head that was sat in the said chair.

Even though George wasn’t badly hurt, his bones will grow back by tomorrow, we both knew this could be quite a painful process, as evident by the sweat beads on George’s forehead.  The unease was reflected in Fred’s face, whilst he was a master of jokes and coped a lot with humour there were moments to glimpse under the mask.

A sigh escaped me, and I stepped closer wrapping my arms around him. Standing between his legs he pulled me closer slivering his arms around my waist and letting out a deep breath.

“He’s going to be okay,” I said brushing my through his hair and down his neck.

“I know,” his reply defeatedly, muffled in my clothes.

We stayed like that for another few minutes but admittedly it was getting late and we had to be up in the morning for first lesson, “come on let’s head back to the common room,” I whispered, the silence was peaceful, a charm that I didn’t want to break.

When he stood up I looped an arm around his back, he looked at me, a grin playing on his lips as though some life returned to him “I haven’t done the potions homework,” he admitted. And that was our first lesson in the morning.

“Ah so that’s why you wanted to stay so long ,so you could get me to feel bad and let you copy, not because you were worried about your poor brother,” I teased pulling out of his grip.

He played off a mock offence, a hand to his heart, “how dare you!” he exclaimed when we got to the corridor.

I play punched him in the shoulder but before I could pull away he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to his side laying an arm around my shoulders, “You know I love you,” he said.

“Yeah whatever,” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

Still, I handed him my copy of potions essay before heading up to bed, he ruffled up my hair in response before turning towards the other staircase, turning back to give me a wink. Everyone in the dorm was already asleep so I changed quietly and got into bed, thankful that I wouldn’t get the same questions and teasing about being more than friends with Fred.

Okay so maybe somewhere in the time of knowing Fred I had maybe developed some king of feelings for him but he was my best friend and his family had become my second family so that’s all it was going to be.

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I wasn’t nervous as we rode the Hogwarts Express back to London, I had been to the Burrow plenty of times, Hermione and Harry would be joining us in a week and a half and it’ll be like we’re all still at Hogwarts bar the actual lessons and assignment stress so actually just the fun side of it.

“Y/n dear!” Mrs Weasley greeted me on the platform, as warmly as her own kids, a bright smile on her face hair flailing around due to all the havoc of the platform.

After waving our goodbyes to Harry and Hermione we were off to the Burrow, all of us kids updating Mr and Mrs Weasley with stories about some of the crazy things that have happened this year, one of them being Fred and George only failing in like two classes rather than all of them, she looked pleased and shot me a wink, I would proudly take some of the credit.

After settling in and get ready for dinner I stopped beside the entry way to the kitchen.

“Mum you’ve got to stop butting in,” Ginny’s voice echoed.

“I know I know but I only want what’s good for them!” Mrs Weasley exclaimed.

“I know but I actually think you’re making the situation worse, they’ll get there if you stop putting pressure on it,” Ginny continued.

I heard the shuffling stop, “Since when are you this wise?” Mrs Weasley asked and I could image her daughters grin, “I have some pretty good role models around,” she replied.

“Are you ready to watch Fred be not so subtly questioned by our mother?” a voice said, I turned to watch George stop beside me, “did you know it was rude to eaves drop?” he continued.

“As if you’re some moral authority, this is literally your favourite pastime,” I jabbed back in a whisper.

“Yeah but at least I know how to hide it, you could be caught any moment, scratch that I just caught you,”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on eaves dropping it just kind of happened,”

“What are they saying?” he inquired lowering down to my level and stepping closer to have better reach.

I elbowed him to move away from me, one more step and my not so good hiding place would be discovered.

Before I could answer Mrs Weasley’s voice called out, “Kids dinner is ready!” and I took the opportunity to after a second step into the kitchen and sweetly ask her if she needed any help. After putting out the plates we all sat around passing out the different plates of food and chatting.

Everyone was normal, the chaos was as expected, and it was just perfect. It was the funniest when Mrs Weasley started questioning the twins about whether anyone had caught their eye at Hogwarts to be met with same reply every year. There was so much love passed between each and every single one of these people.

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The summer was going blissfully we were now in the second week of August, most of the days filled the same as any, basking in the sun, helping Molly with chores, games in the evening, gossiping with Ginny and Hermione- between the three of us we could cover the gossip of every single year at Hogwarts.

It was the night of a particularly strange weather day, the morning started off very sunny which quickly turned into heaps of downpouring rain, then back to dry, grey fog and then as the evening settled the clouds cleared to showcase the pink and purple sunset.

Ron and Harry had been playing wizard’s chess in Ron’s room for the best part of the evening. Mrs Weasley and us girls were sat in the kitchen playing cards, Mrs Weasley was feeling rather sentimental as Ginny and I started egging on about how there is clearly something going on between Hermione and Ron.

“I mean the stolen glances!” Ginny say before placing down a card.

“Well aren’t you so much of a romantic Gin,” Hermione said, face in her cards she did not deny anything about her and Ron, Ginny and I already knew about her growing crush- which neither could us understand, still she placed her card down and  looked right at Ginny mischievously before turning to Mrs Weasley determinately.

“You’ll be pleased to here that someone has Ginny in their sights,” at this Mrs Weasley starts boasting, of course Ginny is incredibly smart and witty- having grown up with so many brothers bless her- and so beautiful. A knowing look passed between Mrs Weasley and Hermione then, Mrs Weasley knew who Hermione was talking about but at this point Ginny was dating Dean and had given up on her fantasises of Harry.

Then Mrs Weasley’s eyes found mine, she has had a couple glasses of wine making her even more inquisitorial, “And what about you gorgeous girl?” she asked placing a hand on top of mine moving my cards slightly.

I tip my hand back up, “Now Mrs Weasley are you trying to see what my cards hold?” I ask teasingly she huffs and brushes me off, I know she was genuinely asking, “No there is no romance for me at the moment,” I say rather upbeat in comparison to the faces I’m seeing from the other three women.

Placing my last card I end the game with my fifth win in a row, their voices blend into a cacophony of ‘Oh come on!’ and ‘For Merlin’s sake!’ and ‘I demand a rematch!’. And even as I try to excuse myself with the excuse of going to bed they’re not having any of it and so we rematch, and this time I let Mrs Weasley win.

Eventually Mrs Weasley decided that it was in fact time for bed, Mr Weasley had just gotten back from the Ministry, and looked exhausted, it was eleven, I wouldn’t blame him for wanting some quiet time even as he greeted us with his best smile and series of very muggle dad jokes.

The clock on the nightstand read two in the morning when I heard the knocking on my door, at first thinking it must have been a dream, but then it happened again. Rubbing my eyes I stood up into my slippers and walked towards the disrupting sound.

“Fred what do you want it’s two in the morning,” I started slightly agitated but there he was, stood there still in his clothes from earlier when he had supposedly gone to the field with George to try out some of their new items. I could tell that also must have consisted of at least a couple of mugs of fire whiskey.

“I had an argument with George,” he stated blatantly.

Fred and George never fought, yes- they were absolutely horrible to each other with insults and pranks and jabs but they didn’t actually argue, to the point where they couldn’t be in the same room, not once since I’d known them.

“About what?” I tried to sound compassionate but the idea of them arguing over something to do with this new creation seemed so silly, they always jabbed about who had better ideas but ended up mending the two and creating something at least three times better or more efficient or more trouble causing.

He brushed a hand through his hair, “I don’t really want to talk about it,” he said the same hand now covering his mouth as a yawn escaped, “Can I come in?” he asked.

Why did he have to do this, it was only going to make it much more painful for the both of us.

“Y/n come on,” he pleaded knowing the cogs in my head were turning, “nothing is going to happen, this doesn’t have to mean anything”

“Fred this isn’t a good idea, go to bed, you and George will be fine in the morning,” I coaxed him.

He took a step back and let out a breath, “Okay I’m gonna go sleep on the sofa,”

I rolled my eyes at his childishness, I watched his back and as he got to the stairs  against my better judgement I stopped him with my voice, “fine,” I said and he turned around fifty percent jollier.

A flashback came clearly to me then, I knew the way Fred felt, he had told you the year prior one evening when we were the last two left in the common room, only the fireplace giving us light.

I sat reading some book and he was working on something for their next product. He had been looking over at me frequently, a warm grin lifting one side of his lips up.

“Okay let me see what you’re working on,” I gave in after a while, he had been waiting for me to ask, just to tell me no.

He shot his hand up in the air, teeth biting into his bottom lip, he laughed as I leaned over to reach. Just as my fingers brushed the edge of the scrolls he leaned backwards, out of reach again, my body shifted to follow it, leaning forwards on my knees.

Again, he pulled back further. I moved closer again, my laugh matching his.

“Come on you can do better than that,” he teased, that’s when the air around us shifted. I looked down to see his face right below mine. It was quiet, so so quiet. My heart started beating faster as his eyes went to my lips then back to my eyes shyly.

My one hand was braced against his shoulder, the other, which was reaching for the papers, lowered down like a dropped feather. I heard the papers he held sweep against the floor. His hands coming to rest on my waist.

A smile still plastered on his face, but not the one when he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t, no, this one was different. Just as ardent and warm but subtler, unsure. As if he had been waiting for us to get into a situation like this.

“Y/n,” it was a question, a request.

I felt my body tense.

He lifted his body higher, his nose almost touching mine, his warmth radiating on me.

I shut my eyes, brows tightening, “I can’t,” I whispered.

His hold faltered but he didn’t let go as he had pulled away. I opened my eyes to meet his, a hurt was buried in them. He didn’t move, waiting.

“I-,” I lifted my hand from his shoulder moving away from him, the lack of his touch on me sobering me up, “Fred- you, George, Ron, Ginny, your parents have been so, so good to me all these years, you’ve become the family that I don’t have at home,”

He looked taken aback at what I said, “What does that have to do with the fact that I like you, I have since that first summer you spent at the Burrow, running around with braids in your hair pretending you had no idea who was causing trouble when you were the propellent, when you told stories of your life before the wizarding world that fascinated everyone at table, it’s like no one could pull their gaze away. And this last year it’s been so hard to stop myself from pulling you close to me, to stop myself from wanting to kiss you,” he explained, almost begging, “and I know you feel at least something towards me I’ve not got the emotional range of a teaspoon,”

My throat had run dry, Fred was not a confession guy, silly romantic gestures sure, making out with people at parities- everyone did, this was unusual, and yet he looked so handsome and real. He knew me through and through, in that moment I felt seen and it was scary when you spent so long trying not to.

“I can’t risk losing you or any of your family, I love and care about all of you too much, I cherish what we all have,” I tried to reason but his head was shaking as the words met his ears.

He got up from the sofa, “I’m going to head up to bed,” his voice strained, he didn’t not look towards me again, he picked up the papers and headed up the boy’s dormitory stairs. He wanted to fight for this, but he respected what I said, it was all true, it’s not like I didn’t think there could be more, but I just couldn’t risk it imploding.

Now I watched him step into the room, feeling very aware of where he was stepping, how he was moving as I closed the door and my eyes for a moment, brows furrowing. This was Fred Weasley my menace best friend nothing more.

I turned around to face him and let out an exhale, he did look as though the argument had seriously upset him, he turned away from my gaze and turned to the window looking out into the now again misty air. I walked up behind him, hand at my sides as I laid my forehead against his back, his muscles relaxed.

“I’m exhausted, let’s get to sleep,” I said lifting my weight from his and moving over to lie back down in bed, watching him in the darkness taking off his shoes and his sweater before he came to lie down beside me under the thin quilt.

Although I was curious to know what the disagreement was about I turned to face away from Fred and curled back up, eyes almost immediately beginning to shut. Just as my body was about to shut back down I felt his hand, he has shifted closer arm around my wait, his face against the back of my neck.

Without much thought I laid one of my hands over his giving it a reassuring squeeze.

The next time I woke up it was still dark outside; the arm was gone and the alarm clock read half past three. Instinctively I turned around, Fred was still lying there staring at the ceiling.

“Can’t sleep?” I whispered.

“Sorry did I wake you up- again?” he ran a hand over his face.

“Fred I really think you’d feel better if you just say what you guys argued about,” then at least it wouldn’t be stuck buzzing around his head.

He turned his head to look at me, even though it was dark I could see his outline perfectly, he smiled, “You’re beautiful,” he said it so quietly you could miss it if you weren’t careful. He turned to face me fully, his finger tracing around my face until he places his palm on my cheek. His look was pleading and my body seemed to make the decision without any logic moving itself closer to him, I wanted to comfort him, I hated seeing my best friend so restless.

“I mean it,” he said, and I nodded.

“I know,”.

When I didn’t move he did, leaning forwards ever so slightly, his lips grazed mine ever so slightly. Then again and again our mouths moved against each other. It was slow and warm and heartfelt.

The he was pulling me close, my head on his chest and his arms pulled around me, holding me close as if I would apparate out of his reach.

It wasn’t regret but instantaneously a sense of dread started forming in my stomach, this wasn’t supposed to happen, it wouldn’t mean anything, we’d have to move on from this as if it never happened.

“That can’t happen again,” I whispered after a moment as I felt the tension building in my stomach, for a second his fingers stopped drawing shapes on my back but after what seemed like a deep breath they continued, Fred said nothing more and by morning light he wasn’t in my bed.

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The next two days at the Burrow were not tense per say but I felt as though I had been walking on an endless tightrope, my heart stopping whenever he came into the room. I tried to act normal, let conversations flow as did he, but never were we alone. It was as though he was avoiding me.

Every time I thought about the kiss it would cause a feeling of someone carving out a gaping hole in my stomach. I told him it was a bad idea and I knew there was no coming back from something like this, nothing would ever be the same. By the third day George had brought it up at breakfast attempting to make a joke but the air was stale.

I had been considering it since I woke up that morning but wasn’t actually sure if I would go through it, now here I was with what seemed like all eyes at the table going between Fred and I, taking an uncomfortable breath the words flew out my mouth “I was thinking of going home for the week,”.

Now all eyes were definitely on me, mostly with concern it would seem. Mrs Weasley looked as if I just said that I’d seen you-know-who standing outside the window, Fred’s eyes shot to me. Most of the Weasleys knew the situation at home wasn’t great, Mr and Mrs Weasley more than most, but Fred knew it all, I gave him a smile, or tried to at least though I’m sure the attempt was feeble.

“Y/n” he perked up, though the lack of his usual charm made my name seem flat in his tone, he was concerned.

“I wouldn’t be a very good daughter if I didn’t at least go tell them that I’m alright, wave to the neighbours you know so they don’t think my parents are some kind of psychopaths who murdered me or something,” I was waffling.

Thankfully Mrs Weasley came to my rescue, “Well of course, you’re allowed to go see your family, but if you want to come ho-” she stopped herself from using the word home, “If you want to come back here sooner just send an owl and one of us will come get you,” she gestured between herself and Mr Weasley who nodded.

After breakfast I went to back, I’d be travelling by the floo network so the journey wouldn’t be long, of course I was planning on coming back here but I think Fred and I need some time apart, to calm the nerves.

Ginny and Hermione were the first to try and talk me out of it whist I was packing, after they gave up George came into the room poking the bear, he knew something had gone down with Fred, of course he did never make it back to their room that night, and it was from then that we haven’t really been speaking.

“It’s nothing serious,” I told him brushing my hair and clipping it to avoid tangles upon arrival, “Nothing really happened we just didn’t agree on something so I think we both need some space,” I reassured him, though I’m sure he knows exactly what happened, him and Fred being almost one person of course.

Fred was in the kitchen when Mrs Weasley held out the pouch of floo powder to me, “See you guys in a few days,” I said and stepped into the flame thinking only about my home back in London.

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I had been away for a day and a half before I sent an owl to Fred, and that very same evening I apparated into the field outside the Burrow, not wanting to wake anyone up or face anyone still awake.

There he was- Fred Weasley waiting in the rain a couple of steps away, hair sticking to his face, his shirt dripping, “Come ‘ere,” he said knowingly.

Dropping my bag, the tears building up in my eyes again I walked towards him, he too was taking steps towards me. The moment I was in reach I was in his embrace, my arms stretched tall around his neck, standing on my tippy toes burying my face in his neck.

He whispered quiet reassurances in my ear as I gripped onto him, he pulled me closer however that was possible. I rearranged my head to see there was still a couple candles lit in the Burrow but none on the bottom floor, everyone must have headed to their rooms, I exhaled in relief.

Fred was a constant. Whether in rain, snow, under siege, or even being the class clown, but he was always there when I needed him and now was no exception.

“They said they didn’t want to see me anymore,” I finally let out. In the letter I only conveyed that I needed to get out of the house, that I’d be back at the Burrow by that night if they’d have me back days earlier than expected. Fred’s reply was short- telling me to stop being daft and to come home. 

“They’re stupid fools,” the determination in his voice mirrored in the way his body tensed. In part I couldn’t blame my parents I mean I’d barley seen them in the last 3 years for more than a couple of days at a time and always preplanned, they were not understanding of the life I had built in the wizarding world.

After taking a few deep breaths to slow the beating of my heart, and the shaking in my voice, “I’m sorry I’m a mess,” I tried to laugh, bring back the teasing nature of our friendship. I was tired of being sad.

Fred peeled back just slightly, his hands still on me, reassuring me, holding me up, his eyes searched my face and he swallowed, “Y/n everyone here,” he pointed back to the house, “Loves you exactly the way you are, every part of you- plus you’re a mess like eighty percent of the time,” he added with half a smirk on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh at this.

After another sassy rebuttal Fred added, “Lets get back to the house before we get sick, that would suck in the last two weeks of peace” he picked up the bag I dropped and we walked to the house as Fred updated me that he caught Ginny and Harry standing very close to each other on one of the staircases the day I was gone, “Swear they were about to kiss, poor Harry,” he sighed. Uh boys.

Upon entering the Burrow it was as though I’d been brought back into the light, the atmosphere was immediately warm and loving, the smells of herbs and wood- familiar. Fred passed me a towel and took one to dry himself off, he seemed to prep them before my arrival. We both got changed before meeting back in the kitchen where Fred was making hot chocolate or rather attempting to.

“I brought you down your favourite sweater,” he said without turning back to me, and there it was, Fred’s Christmas sweater with a large ‘F’ across the front, knitted by our very own Mrs Weasley, I was always trying to steal this one, it was perfectly oversized.

Whilst I was slightly chilly I didn’t bring mine down because I knew I’d warm up but as I put it on I was comforted by the fact that it smelled just like him. This was the one item of clothing that he would never let me borrow because he knew it would mean never getting it back.

“Okay let me help you,” I said walking over to the stove to help him, he looked into my eyes and just smiled before raising his arms up in surrender and stepping half a step away to give me enough space to work.

After lighting the fire in the living room we sat on two sides of the sofa directly in front of it, drinking our hot chocolates and playing a ‘Guess who I am game’ with the other kids at Hogwarts.

Fred straightened slightly under the blanket, “I’m super hot, really funny, everyone wants a piece of me oh and did I mention I’m basically a professional athlete?” he finished.

My head twisted sideways as I observed all his small movements, the way the skin at the side of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, “George?” I asked and he looked immediately offended.

“Excuse you, that’s not right, try again,” he said giving me mercy.

“Hmmm, Harry?” I asked again, he looked bemused, “Oh- I know! Cormac!” I said almost leaping from my seat, at this he pulled a disgusted face

“He’s not even on the team! Plus, he’s disgusting- it was me you numpty,” he said

“You need to work on your character descriptions that’s not very accurate,” I played it off and he kicked me.

It was as if everything was back to normal, whilst going home was low-key traumatic and know I don’t know where I would go after finishing Hogwarts before I can get a job but I knew the Weasleys would help me out if I needed it. There is no place I’d rather be right now then sitting here being silly with my best friend warmed by the fire.

The following days are back to how things were at the start of the summer filled with laughter, pranks, reading and playing Quidditch.

“When will you let yourself be happy my dear?” Mrs Weasley said to me one afternoon, the twins, Ron, Ginny and Hermione and Harry went out to play a game of quidditch. I lifted my head from the lemon I was grating, looking towards her in question.

She gave her warm small, wiping her hands on the worn beige cloth tied to her favourite apron.

“I was young once,” she began and shot a look towards the clock above the fireplace, faces of her whole family and exactly where they at that time gazed back upon her, “Before having to deal with all these kids and getting wrinkles a decade too early,” she laughed and I found myself joining in, leaning on my hand.

“You’re beautiful Mrs Weasley,” I started, “and a bad-ass,” I added waiting for her to scold me for my language but she just sent me a wink.

She came around the table and rested her arms around me, brushing some hair our of my face, “You know you’ll always have us, no matter what hm?” she asked and I nodded lifting my hands to soothe my fingers over her arms smiling, “I see the way you two look at each other,” she said voice dropping to a whisper.

I pulled away slightly to look at her, a knowing smile playing on lips, a warm breeze passing into the kitchen and the distant sound of the others shouting to each other. “Mrs Weasley I-,” I started and she just chuckled.

“The most wonderful things come from doing the scariest things you know,” she took hold of the grater and the lemon I was working on, “I’ll finish up here, you go get some sun, oh and take the lemonade,” she said taking out her wand, a large jug of lemonade appearing on the counter along with some glasses.

“As my mother once said don’t spend your life living with ifs,” she said finally and shooed me out of the kitchen, the air was hot and attacked my skin blissfully, the grass soft under my feet.

“Y/n brought lemonade!” Ginny shouted the second she spotted me, she flew down immediately and I laughed asking who was winning the game as the rest of the group joined us.

Fred, though sweating, glowed, his fiery red hair glittering in the light, cheeks flushed from hours in the sun, light freckles sprinkled across his nose, a bright smile on his face.

“Harry, Hermoine and I are winning by like 140 points,” Gin said shooting glares at the other team, “It’s like they’re not even trying,” she said, that’s when George bumps into her shoulder whilst walking past.

“Ooops,” he said, she just kicked the back of his knees in response and he almost tumbled into the grass.

“Everyone does say I am the stealthier twin,” Fred said grabbing Ginny’s drink from her hand.

“I’ll let you have that as pity, make you feel better about loosing,”

“You forget that we are the ones who taught you, therefore you should be thanking us,”

“Uh actually Bill taught me,” she zeroed in on them with a look of mock disgust.

“That’s why I’m so bad, I had these idiots teach me instead of him,” Ron groaned disappointed and taking a big gulp of the icy drink.

Hermione, Harry and I watched and laughing at the siblings, it’s strange to think life hasn’t always been like this.

“That’s an arrow right to the heart,” Fred smacking his chest over his arm, body moving along with the motion as he came to stand to my right.

George who took Ginny’s drink out of his twin’s hand started sipping, “these comments are why you’re paying double for everything in our shop when we open,”

“Yeah like that’s every happening,” Ron retorted, but little did he know how far along the process of getting everything sorted out the twins were, thanks to Harry whom both the twins now shot a wink.

“Okay let’s do another round after this,” Hermione said, all eyes went to her.

“Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?” Ron said immediately, looking alarmed, but also… full of pride, his eyes soft.

“Thank you,” Fred whispered in my ear as he pulled the drink out of my hand and taking a sip from it, I took as step closed to him and wrapped my arms around his middle. I could feel his eyes shoot downwards at me before he laced his free around my form, his fingers running circles around my back.

“You okay?” he asked, and I just nodded with a smile staying curled up as everyone talked, no one found the need to comment my behaviour and for once I didn’t feel guilty for it, for wanting to be close to him.

“You want to go on a walk around the lake tonight?” I asked Fred as we all headed back inside for dinner an hour later, the whole house smelled amazing, a typical Sunday dinner. Fred agreed though I could see the hesitancy in his eyes, not because he didn’t want to go but it was like he wasn’t expecting it.

So after dinner and a couple rounds of games in the living room with Mr and Mrs Weasley we grabbed jackets and headed out to walk around the lake on their property. I could never understand why anyone could talk badly of the burrow, the house itself whilst rickety was so unique and fantastical and the area around it was even better. Surrounded by fields and trees and a huge lake that reflected the stars, it would never cease to send me in awe.

We sat down, my arm brushing against his, watching the fireflies zooming around the lake surface, reflecting off the darkness like another set of stars.

After a silent minute I turned to him, his skin was clear, eyes softly gazing outwards, his lips a straight line. Only now I had come to consider that the ache that I felt every time we did something, even as nonchalant as writing essays in the library, he was feeling the same thing. He was feeling it now, knowing that I told him we couldn’t be more than friends and here I was dragging him on a romantic walk, but he was so good at hiding it.

“I love you,” I whispered.

He didn’t move at first just shot me a side glance and said “I love you too,” it’s not like we haven’t said it a thousand times before, I always thought it was important to remind you friends and people you cared about that you loved them, those three little words could change the course of someone’s day, week or even their life.

He assumed I’d meant it as I always had, and in a way that was true, he thought I meant it to be friendly but I don’t think it ever was just friendly with him.

I reached out a hand to his check, finger running over his jaw encouraging him to face me, a flashback to that night in the common room, I didn’t pull away this time. He looked at me with such flaming determination in his eyes, like he would do this over and over again until we could make it work, he would torture himself and wait.

My hand slid to the back of his neck, brushing my fingers over the bottom of his hair, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes as if such a simple action could relieve any wrong, any pain.

“I love you,” I stated, this time emphasising the phrase.

Momentarily he didn’t reply, the butterflies in my stomach were flying around nervously, unsure what to do, maybe it was too late.

“Y/n” he said pulling himself out of a trance, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes.

Tears started forming in the corner of my eyes. I leaned forwards our noses touching, he didn’t move. My lips brushed his, cautious at first, he held back. I kissed him again, surer, is hands coming to my warm skin. 

“I don’t want to waste any more time not being with you,” I said forehead pressed against his, “I can’t imagine myself with anyone else, ever,” I added subconsciously, letting out a desperate half chuckle, half sob. Maybe it was because affection and feeling weren’t really a thing displayed at home but that didn’t have to be me.

“I knew you’d love waking up next to me,” he said, a smart smirk now finding its rightful place as he played it cool and tried to make me laugh, defuse the stress dude he liked to call it, but I could see just how much love was behind those eyes.

“Technically you left before I woke up,” I argued

“Yeah I didn’t think you’d like me there that morning,” he said genuinely.

“I always want you there,”

“Oh I am going to abuse the fact that you said that and annoy the wits out of you,” he laughed.

Before I could give him a comeback he placed his pointer finger onto my lips, “There are more important things to do right now than intellectual debating,” he said enunciating every word very precisely.

One of my brows shot up in question but he basically just leaped at me, pushing my whole body back, his over mine, arms either side of my head, “I love you too,” he said before lowering himself down to kiss me, he smiled into the kiss, there’s no other feeling like it.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

This is how three years after finishing Hogwarts and two years since the twins opened their shop Fred was kneeling in front of me at the burrow on Christmas eve. Surrounded by family and friends he decided to pull out a real ring during a game of charades (Mr Weasley’s new favourite muggle game).

“Will you marry me?” he asked earnestly, and this was exactly the way I would’ve wanted it. Tears falling down my face I agreed and as he raised himself to put the ring on my hand, I simply threw my arms around him. He let out a laugh and pressed a kiss to my throat.

Pulling away I looked around the room, everyone was cheering, Hermione, Ginny, Mrs Weasley and Fleur (Bill’s wife) were shedding tears rushing to get up and congratulate me.

“Thank Merlin I don’t think I could’ve listened to him anymore about this!” George said as the room erupted in laughter.

As Fred was putting the ring on my hand I asked, “How long was this in the plan then?” I asked curious.

“Eh I’d say since about halfway through second year at Hogwarts,” he said with a feign agitated glare brushing us all off, I looked up at Fred, he pulled my close, leaning his head on mine.

“But we’ve all known about this actual plan for about a year and a bit,” Mrs Weasley said, “Obviously he wanted to get the shop settled first and finish school,”.

At that Ginny perked up, “No he didn’t- he wanted to propose to you at the end of that summer you finally got together but mum said no, that you deserved better,”.

Fred let out a laugh at this.

“And I was right,” Mrs Weasley said patting Fred on the shoulder, “Look at you guys,”. We continued the game, and everyone was in a cheery mood, we laughed and shouted at each other (we’re a very competitive family) and it gave me a warm giddy feeling inside.

He knew for so long that he wanted to be with me to marry me, how could I ever think I could move on from Fred Weasley and be happy, I was stupid.

“I would have said yes back then too,” I whispered to Fred that night as we were both readily drifting off to sleep.

I watched him smile with his eyes closed, “I knew you would, but you deserve the best, mum was right,”

“Oh my Merlin!” I immediately shot out of his arms and sat up in bed, he followed in concern.

“What?”

“You just said your mum was right, you’ve never admitted this out loud and I can’t wait to tell her,” I exclaimed dramatically pretending to get out of bed.

He pushed my head away before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back down, “Firstly shut up, secondly I don’t really want to talk about my mum my first night in bed with my finance” he said and gave that mischievous grin.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked brow raised, and then he was kissing me.

MASTERLIST

[robygoonn2]

I dunno who needs to hear this right now but if u ever feel like ur art sucks/haven't improved/comparing urself to others who u think have improved

GO BACK AND LOOK AT YOUR ART FROM 7-9 MONTHS AGO OR EVEN A YEAR

"But a year is a long time!" Not really, still a pretty short time for your life, a single year, and SO many people improve in that time but just don't see it because they only compare their art at the moment to other people, and not their past works

I have looked at my art from last May and OH MY GOSH THE IMPROVEMENT, That's what I think everyone should be comparing their art to, their old art, and be proud of how much they grew

"But I haven't really improved a lot" But have you figured out different techniques of art in that time? That's still something

You understand colour theory now? That's an improvement

You now know how to shade correctly? Big improvement!

Understand how to animate now, even just the basics? That's a big change, a change you should be proud of

Art takes time, and instead of focusing on other people's art you need to focuse on yours and have fun with it, art should not be a chore

And most people that you see most probably only post art they made that's good to your eyes and their eyes, every artist makes mistakes, and why would they post that? You and the artist you compare yourself are both human, humans make mistakes, except one can hide theirs while yours is always there when you make art, but it's normal, it's a step, you'll improve more and more and get to where you want to be

[champagnedstappen]

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader. This is a simple Christmas blurb. ;)

Perhaps his skin becomes so much lighter is because the colour of snow. There's theory where someone's skin is usually getting more light if the background is also light and not dark. Maybe the theory also works on him. Because in your eyes, he looks more... How can you say it? Glowing mayhaps.

You look at him thoughtfully, when you thought this man couldn't be more fine, then he always proved it. Clearly this is one of his moments. He looks at you, abandoning his skiing pole on the ground full of snow. You're shivering, sure you're using many layers, but holy shit, you're not used to cold temperatures. Clearly will never be.

"Mon cœur... Are your still shivering?" He asks. You are about to scoff, not enjoying any questions from him while he asked it with hint of humour—the urge to laugh at you, you can see it on his eyes, you know him too well anyway.

As he try reaching you while walking, leaving his pole with his friends—having conversation about skiing you clearly don't understand about, you're kicking some of the snow on the ground. You should be enjoying the trip. Last year, Charles tried to get you on board on the trip, but failed at the attempt since you were so against the cold temperatures, knowing how bad you can be.

You snap jokingly, well you can't be mad at him nonetheless. "What do you think, Leclerc?" At that, he laughs and finally standing in front of you. Hands on your waist, creating some patterns you don't really pay attention to in this situation.

"My love, I'm not laughing. I'm fully concerned," he continues. Making his face to full acting, trying to look like he's not going to make fun of you. Yet his eyes are soft, looking at you like you're his favourite person to be with, like you're all that matter. Making you knees buckle.

It's your turn to laugh before sighing. "I don't know why you asked me to be part of the trip. I can't even do anything, I'm only slowing you and the guys."

His green eyes—which you've noticed since you first met looking straight at you. There's some frowns that you hate so much. During the season, you knew how much pressure he had. Ferrari battling for the World Constructor Championship added to his shoulder, making it a cherry on top, you'd say.

After Abu Dhabi, his mood worsened. Loosing the title to McLaren certainly made his mind wander over something not certain and useless in your perspective. He kept blaming himself, thinking all What-Ifs, if only he did this, if only he didn't, if only he was better.

You hate it. You think his frown and depressive stare are your biggest nemesis. Something that you wish Avengers could fight like when they fought against Thanos.

You remember those days where you couldn't attend the Grand Prix, having jobs you needed to be at, he called you after the free practice, qualifying, hours after race—especially after bad results, he tends to be alone after bad race, not wanting to throw some tantrums or putting his anger at you. It leaves some bad spots on your emotions, seeing him so sad and blaming himself adding your personal problems with the sports.

You just want this trip to be his healing list. You don't want to worsen his days by making his holiday worse than ever.

Yet he shrugs it off. "Baby, what are you taking about? I only agreed to this winter trip so we can have our time together. If you didn't agree, I wouldn't too. I'd rather stay at home, maybe doing something funny while decorating Christmas tree with you, ma chérie."

These are the moments where you are sure that before you meet him, you never understood the situation of love. Back in the days you only think that love was impossible for you. Because in your mind, you thought, what could be love from you? There's nothing special. You're just... You. You're no model, you're no extravaganza, you're... No special.

But then there's interesting Monégasque who does anything to make you feel loved. Who's every actions makes you like you're everything. Who's actions are calculated, proofing how he would do anything for you.

Just, maybe, if you are loved too after you met him.

He continues. "We can stay in any city that you want. Summer, winter, any season doesn't matter. And like other every cities than exist in this world, there is city in my heart where you are its only population."

"Oh, Charles Leclerc. You're a fucking simp. Now teach me."

Yes, this moment definitely on your 'He's the proof where I am loved too' list.

"و في قلبي مدينة كُل سُكانها أنتي.'

"And there is a city in my heart where you are its only population." By Mahmoud Darwish.

[sillyzlaurr]

SOMEONE ASKED ME FOR COLOURING TIPS AND I DELETED MY ANSWER DRAFT BY ACCIDENT IM SORYYYY

But i still wanna try to give some tips that i use (i hope you'll see this post, anon!!!!). Im not really good at explaining things and im not a professional artist but ill try ma best💥

Before I start a new painting, I make a few sketches of exactly what I want to draw. This helps me to find the right composition and color scheme

The environment an object or character is in has a great effect on its color. In the first pic, Spammy looks ok, but if we warm up the colors a bit, it looks like he's really standing in that room. You can also experiment with layer modes to achieve the color u need. Sometimes I crop the main background color over the character and poke layer modes until Im like "this shit looks good, lets go". But ofс you'd better find the colors yourself, it's useful for learning color theory

I also swept the main background color into the reflexes and shadows on the object. Like on this pipis

Buuut you can also use bright contrasting colors. This gives a funky, stylized look to the artwork

And about white color in my arts. I think that there is no pure white color in nature . White color and close to it will always have its unique shade depending on the lighting. So, I prefer to mute the white color in my works.

You can also try filling the area with some color and over paint it with light color, mixing colors together. This is a new technique for me, I usually put colors on the bare sketch, but I like it<)

And also coloring on the sketch layer. I'm not trying to lighten it or anything. It gives a kind of dirty look to the work and a kind of unfinished feeling. I don't like to lick my drawings to a shine. Plus bc of the brush I use, it gives me extra shadows. I prefer to use the standard marker brushes and some brushes I found on clip studio paint assets. These are mostly brushes that mix colors so i use them to add different strokes to my work

I guess that's all, hope it would help someone!!

Remember, you can do whatever you want to your art, the main thing is that it makes you hapi💋

[kdh-tally]

How is Celine?

Prompt : How is Celine dealing with the aftermath?

Request (Anon) : Hi! I've read almost everything and everything and I'm such a huge fan of your HCs! I'd like to ask about how did Celine take the news? I'd assume she knew the Saja Boys were demons during the movie, but now after with the Huntr/x basically being friends (That may or may not have romantic feelings for each other) with them, I wonder how's she's taking it. (I feel like she'd hate the masses shipping Jinu and Rumi)

Author's Note : If your seeing this again pretend you didn't see it the first time lol. Tumblr decided not to work with me together and i had to delete the original post. Hence why i typed out the anonymous request above. Enjoy!!

Before i begin, one of my favourite theories about Celine and Rumi’s mom is this one from reddit : Celine killed Rumi’s Mom

Anyways just wanted to let you guys know.

One thing i’ve thought about would be Mira and Zoey’s reactions to finding out Rumi had pleaded with Celine to kill her.

At first they’d be mad at themselves for their reactions when finding out Rumi was a demon. Figuring it was the final push she needed to attempt to seek suicide.

But even then, they would direct their anger at Celine.

Celine was the one who constantly told Rumi to cover up.

And while she had a point about being careful, she was more or less instilling fear about being betrayed by her friends into Rumi’s mind.

Rumi didn’t just hide her patterns and everything, she more or less hid half of herself all the time.

And when she eventually broke down it was because the one person who was supposed to help her through everything had failed her and made her ashamed of existing from the beginning.

She was lowkey planting seeds of doubt in Rumi causing her to be even more closed up you know? 

And they would hate her for it so much.

Mira would just glare at the woman in disappointment whenever they cross paths.

I feel like she is incredibly protective of Rumi and Zoey as they’re more or less her main family. 

Seeing as Celine tried to hurt her family, Mira would be the last person to even consider forgiving her.

Zoey would still keep in touch with Celine but very very low contact.

She would only talk to her in case the girls need help with training or anything like that.

Rumi would stay away from her.

After realizing what kind of world Celine wanted to exist, basically one where imperfections weren’t shown (aka demons), she forces herself to accept that they have different ideals.

Rumi is a demon. One of her parents were. Jinu is. And she wants a world where that truth can exist freely.

Celine doesn’t.

They don't want the same future.

Low contact.

I think Celine would definitely be in complete opposition to everything that the girls choose to do in the future.

But seeing as the girls probably set major boundaries with her, she’s forced to keep these opinions to herself.

For example : 

The Honmoon was more of an iridescent colour at the end of the movie. It wasn’t gold.

To Celine, the whole point of the hunters existing was to kill demons and turn the Honmoon gold. But that's not what's happening anymore and she disapproves.

She’s probably also in fear of what's gonna happen to the demons now but stays silent.

But the amount of guilt this woman must feel. 

Imagine your more or less “adoptive” daughter coming up to you and asking you to take her life.

She needs therapy.

Not only does she carry guilt from the death of Rumi’s mom (whether she killed her or if she just died) but she was also forced to deal with the constant decision of what to do if Rumi ever turned evil on them.

She’s so fearful of everything and that leads to her almost ruining everything.

Her fear of the demons.

Her fear of love (not just romantic. Even about whether the love between the girls would hold if they found out Rumi was part demon)

Her fear of change.

I don’t think she’d mind the shipping that much actually.

Like at first she would hate it. (This is before the whole gwi-ma defeat thing)

She’d worry that Jinu would bring out the demon-side of Rumi or that he was using her against the Honmoon (which he kinda was doing at first)

She also has the “all demons are evil and we must kill” mindset too so she’d want Rumi to kill Jinu.

After the Gwi-ma defeat, and finding out Jinu gave his soul to Rumi I feel like she’d have a minor change of heart.

One of Rumi’s parents were a demon and they fell for a human and had a kid. For that to occur the demon must’ve been a wonderful person for the human to do all that you know?

Then it happens again with Rumi and Jinu, except Jinu sacrifices himself for Rumi.

I feel as though something would snap in Celine’s brain.

Not all demons are bad.

Some of them are capable of human emotions.

Some are capable of love.

She’d still be slightly disapproving but wouldn’t say much.

Regarding the other girls, she’d be more wary of their ships.

Like, she knows Jinu loves Rumi. But she got no idea what Abby, Romance or Mystery has going on in their minds.

She has STRONG opinions on Mystery (barking dude. really????)

She’d see too much of an animalistic side in him.

Not just because he was barking at a fan lol

I feel like Mystery is the most closed off and seems like he’d understand human customs the slowest of everyone.

This makes him seem more demonic to Celine and therefore a danger.

She wouldn’t worry so much about Mira cause she knows that the pink girl can handle herself. 

Also doesn’t want Mira to push her even farther away for trying to interfere with her love life.

Would like to say that if she ever met Baby, he would 100% torture her in very moral ways for hurting the girls.

He would ruin her mentally and emotionally torment her whenever he got the chance. 

He hates the woman.

However, if there is anyone who hates Celine more than Baby it would be herself.

She now lives in a world that truly doesn’t need her.

The girls have made amazing hunters and have a new vision for what they want the world to be like.

All her knowledge is based on the past and is truly no longer needed.

After she let down the girls they more or less move on without her

She spends most of her time wondering what she could've done differently.

I don’t think she would've changed in any lifetime.

Her love for Rumi would always be conditional.

ALSO!!! She’d grieve Rumi

I know she was never a complete Mom to Rumi but she was somewhat of a mother figure.

Though her love was conditional she did love Rumi like a daughter.

Losing Rumi’s trust and losing her relationship with her would definitely triple the pain.

She'd have to grieve the loss of love from a daughter she was never able to fully love.

She watches their concerts and streams and lives because it seems to be the only way she gets updated on their lives anymore.

Like i said earlier, she definitely needs therapy but she won’t seek it. 

She thinks her suffering is the punishment she deserves.

[salchat]

Today I decided I was going to do whatever the hell I liked, because it's chemo day tomorrow (again). But then I ended up doing lots of useful stuff. Huh. So I needed a reward, and drawing this cute little Dean seemed like a great reward!

I decided to use my neocolor crayons. They look like Crayola, but they're a bit bigger and much softer.

They blend and layer really well and they're also water-soluble, but I didn't use that feature here. They don't erase, obviously, although once you've got a few layers on the paper, you can scratch them off with a knife. Anyway, erasing isn't an issue, usually - you just go over the top. So you don't have to get all over-careful and 'Oh, no! What if I go wrong!'

Here's my rough first stage:

I chose the blue at random, out of my little tub of lots of colours. Not that I haven't looked at colour theory - I have. But I prefer to go with a childlike, 'ooh, pretty colour!' approach.

Here's stage two:

I put some shadows in and attempted to get his mouth in the right place. Dean’s mouth is always the hardest bit!

Next:

I find if I go over the whole lot in a flesh colour I can get more of a sense of what's working and what's not. I used a salmon pink, but any of the pale pinks would have done.

It's getting there, isn’t it? Looking a bit more Dean-like. His mouth still needs a lot of work. Typical...

So, yes, there's way too much highlighting around his mouth, but I've got the shape and position better. And his eyes are looking reasonable.

Oh. Whoops. Sorry! I got a bit carried away and forgot to do more progress shots!

Anyway, here he is, corrected as far as I can so you can see the actual colours. The paper's a lovely rich orange and the dark blue is juicy and bright and luminous.

I'm pretty pleased with him. In fact I love him. (Even though I can tell his eyes are just the tiniest bit squinty for some reason - probably because I didn't actually do the boring measuring-of-proportions stage that I really should definitely do, but don't because it's boring. Silly me.) I used the tiniest bit of white Sennelier oil pastel for the highlights. And if you're drawing in crayon or oil pastel, but can't afford Sennelier (which are stupidly expensive), just buy the white. It's well worth it.

Here's a close-up:

I might put him on my Redbubble, ArtBySalchat, if I remember.

Happy arting, fan artists!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

We’ve been looking at this all wrong the entire time...

So my brain is a weird place that I don’t fully understand, but sometimes it connects dots and I figure something out that has been staring us in the face the entire time! Lets just say it explains so many things - right down to the very pointed use of tommy calling Buck Evan!

This all stemmed from me looking at colour theory and costuming for Buck and Eddie (and by extension Tommy) season 7 again, because I was going to try write the buddie costume metas for episodes 9 and 10 that I never managed to get done before we started season 8 I will hopefully get to those posts, but this post - while technically about Tommy and his costumes (yes me ant Tommy person writing a post on him I know!) it does also look at the costuming for Buck and to a lesser extent Eddie more widely across the season and what the colours used actually mean - getting some distance and some time on the season has been a blessing!

Im not going to go into it in detail, but, broadly speaking the show has given each character a signature colour - this doesn’t mean they wear it all of the time - but they do wear it a lot of the time and especially in key scenes - characters can have more than one key/ signature colour, and it can change and develop over time. We can ignore season 1 because it was a pilot season and very often shows won’t choose to establish a signature colour for a character (911 s1 is all over the place from a costuming perspective - because they had several designers working across the 10 episodes but since s2 we’ve had much more continuity with Alayna Bell-Price at the helm for most of it). So for example Athena’s signature colour is mostly black with white and khaki green also in the mix. She’s moved away from that subsequently - wearing less black and more white/creams but both colours are still staples of her wardrobe.

Eddie we all know mirrors Athena from a costuming perspective - his signature colours are also black and khaki green with some white/cream as well. The khaki green was much more dominant than the black to begin with - which played into his military past -  that had evened out on the black and khaki front whilst the cream had stayed fairly steady, but now we’re also starting to see a little bit more of it as well as some darker blues. this mirrors Athenas own journey t healing - the more she heals the less Khaki we see and the more white/cream - Eddie is starting to follow the same path from a costume perspective. 

Bucks signature colour has always been blue, but he also wears a fair amount of yellow and grey, so those are his three colours. He obviously wears a lot of other colours, especially white, but white has its own specific use in Bucks costumes that sits separately from his signature colours. 

We all know about yellow/ blue and green blue colour theory - I’ve gone on about it enough (especially yellow blue colour theory and its queer coding) and others such as @lover-of-mine have as well. Well both yellow/blue and green/blue continued to play out in season 7, I’m not going to go into them in too much detail - there are posts on my pinned post that cover that much better and I want to get to the good stuff (and I know you all do too!) 

We do need to remember that Buck and Eddie very very rarely wear blue and green in scenes together - if Eddie is in green Buck won’t be in blue, and vice versa - this is because of the ties to blue/green being Buck and Eddies break up colours - the colours they wear opposite their respective girlfriends when the relationships are ending. This is a little less set for Eddie - who actually wears white/cream much more when he’s ending relationships than blue or green - but the one time he has actively done the breaking up he was in green.

As I was starting to do a bit of work on the 7x9 and 7x10 metas, I ended up going back and looking over the Buck and Eddie costumes for the season as a whole, and how Tommy fit into all of that as well - as we’ve all been billing him as Eddie lite.

While I do still think there is an element of Tommy being Eddie lite, I don’t actually think that is what the show has been doing -that concept is a bit of a red herring. I’m sorry that this is likely to get a bit convoluted and wordy - but my brain is  still reeling and incoherent so bear with me - I hope it all makes sense.

Right this post is super long so the rest is going below the cut! I hope you enjoy!

Because I was looking for Eddie and Tommy parallels in the costuming for the season, I had been looking at the choice to put Eddie in red/black for his dinner date with Kim and Buck being in green for the scene at Bucks loft, and the fact that back in 7x04 Tommy had been dressed in the same colours - a red henley which was shot with black giving it a red/black colour way. I naturally started looking at the other Eddie - Tommy costume parallels - and there are plenty - lots of the khaki green we see Eddie in - playing into Tommys own military background.

These are Tommy’s scenes - where he wasn’t in uniform of some description (which is a good chunk of his scenes to be fair) 

7x04 

at the hangar - white tee, greenish stone coloured shirt and a tan jacket with stonewash jeans

at the court - light grey marl cut off hoodie and bright blue shorts

at Bucks loft - red/black short sleeve henley and stone wash jeans

7x05

at the restaurant -dark khaki green shirt (I would also like to point out the blue green colour theory here with the addition of tommy having a blue phone case - which is relevant later I promise!)

coffee meet up - light grey henley and navy blue hoodie with mid wash jeans

7x06

karaoke club - navy blue short sleeved henley

7x10

light grey marl tee and greenish denim shirt 

So what you can see from this is that besides the use of henley’s, the only time we get actually get direct reference to Eddies costuming is through the use of khaki green and his first outfit at the hangar. There is of course the direct parallel of the red/black colour way I spoke of before, but, beyond that if you look you’ll see that Tommys outfits actually parallel Bucks far far more. I would even argue the Henley’s are more similar to Buck than Eddie - because they are short sleeved and Eddies are invariably long sleeved.

Bucks colours are blue and grey - and so are Tommy’s - particularly in scenes that are 1-1 with Buck. What I’m trying to get at and will explain is that this has never ever been about Tommy being Eddie lite - this is all about Tommy being Buck - Buck’s subconscious if you will. (I know you all this I’m completely mad at this point - but stick with me!) I have a lot to say about all of this which will explain the why of it all and how we ended up here so we’re going to go through it Tommy costume by Tommy costume!

Lets start with the hangar scene - the most Eddie like Tommy looks throughout the entire season. this is very much intentional - this is about the red herring of it all, but it is also about Eddie (I’m not discrediting anything we’ve talked about regarding Tommy being Eddie lite etc - it is all relevant - but that’s what makes it such a good red herring!) and about Buck being an unreliable narrator. This is in part why we also still see Buck in his too short trousers and his white sneakers. This is his journey (the sneakers), but he’s still trapped in his old self at this moment in time - but aware that he doesn’t fit his skin anymore (as an aside I will be writing a post about Bucks trousers and their changing fit throughout the seasons at some point soon!)

Script wise the key lines are plentiful - the entire scene is full of double meaning. We get Buck stating that he is ‘happy where he’s at’ and Tommy’s response of ‘you’re thinking of changing things up’. viewed through the idea that Tommy is a version of Buck, this then plays out as an internal conflict - a battle about wanting what you already have - being happy with what you have, but also wanting to change things.

Eddie saying ‘you aren’t thinking of leaving us are you’ and Bucks response ‘I’m keeping my options fluid.’ Eddie needing reassurance that what they have isn’t going to change, while Bucks reply is about him not really being sure of himself - of who he is - keeping his options open because he’s figuring out if he wants to change - the line is said to and directed at Eddie so its about Buck keeping his options open about possibly changing their dynamic - becoming something more, even in the face of Eddie not wanting things to be different.  Tommy stating in this scene that Buck doesn’t need to leave the 118 to get certified to fly - that its something he could do for fun on his days off - becomes even more loaded through the internal monologue lens - Buck considering how he can stay at the 118 and have the joy, fun and benefits of ‘flying’ when he isn’t at work - that he could fly with Eddie (Eddie going flying with Tommy to do something fun and date like is a very literal visual metaphor for Bucks internal monologue - showing him what it could be like if he changed things up). There not being three tickets - only two is also important - its again a metaphor this time about how if Buck and Eddies relationship changes - it would only change for the two of them - it would become a relationship that doesn’t have room for another in it. When I say that’s about Chris not being involved it sounds really harsh, but the reality is Chris cannot be a a part of Buddie - he cannot be a part of something romantic. it isn’t saying Chris isn’t important or central to Buck and Eddie - simply that he cannot be a factor in a romantic relationship - that has to be just between Buck and Eddie alone - its kind of about Eddie (and also to a certain extent the same is true for Buck) not being able to hide behind Chris anymore when it comes to Buck.

Fundamentally its all tied back to his death in season 6 (we even get the being struck by lightening reference from Buck just to bring that aspect home) and subsequent resurrection and rebirth  (post linked on my pinned post if anyone wants to read it!). we have to keep at the front of our minds that Buck has died and that is still playing on his mind - its still influencing who he is and who he is becoming and it was all throughout season 7 - even if it wasn’t obvious or stated.

The basketball costume is actually the one that has always stood out for me - Its the most Buck outfit of all Tommys outfits. The bright blue shorts especially. 

So in that scene, which we know is supposed to read as being from Bucks view point, not only are we getting golden haloed super happy bouncy Eddie - Eddie the way Buck sees him -  but Buck is also projecting and seeing Tommy in the place he (Buck) has always existed in. It’s a visual representation of what Buck talked about with Maddie and Tommy replacing him in Eddies life.  Its unreliable narrator buck in visuals he’s seeing Eddie replacing him with Tommy - occupying the same places Buck has and more - from the calendar to the basketball court.

But that’s actually wonderful, because not only does it give us information on how Buck views himself (as expendable/replaceable) and how he thinks others view him - because if he thinks he’s similar to Tommy (which for a purely visual stand point he is - Lou looks more like Oliver than Ryan) but it also gives us information about the reality of how much Buck is actually intwined in Eddies (and Christophers) life - its telling us that Buck is in fact on Eddies calendar (and therefore fridge - fridge magnet theory for the win!) and how much space and conversation he occupies in the Diaz’s everyday life.

So he isn’t actually seeing Eddie in Tommy at all - he’s actually seeing the version of himself he doesn’t think he is but wants to be in Tommy. The version of himself that takes Eddie to vegas etc - that’s the Buck that Buck wants to be - the one openly flirting with Eddie and taking him on dates etc. That’s why the vegas fight is so seemingly ott (especially when you think about the fact Tommy and Eddie have known each other a week or so at most by this point) its the grand gesture Buck wishes he could be making.

All of this also makes Bucks ‘attack on Eddie’ more telling (it’s still the boy pulling the girl he likes pig tails in the playground concept) because Eddie is being receptive to all of these advances by Tommy - adding further weight to the Buck being jealous of and threatened by Tommy. 

Tommy is this version of Buck swooping in and doing all this stuff that Buck wants to be doing (subconsciously still at this point - willful ignorance be winning) but either didn’t know how to or didn’t know Eddie if would be receptive to. Remembering that this is all Bucks viewpoint of things its essentially Bucks brain showing him what dating Eddie would be like and Buck being Buck misunderstands what his brain is telling him (forever misunderstanding the assignment).

There is a second aspect to this and it ties into Tim’s comments about the hamster wheel Buck has a been stuck on and it being time he got off it - the hamster wheel is actually multifaceted and has more than one meaning. The most important is that the hamster wheel hasn’t ever been about his relationships or about the women he’s dating (or men now). The hamster wheel he’s stuck on is actually the fact that he’s built this strong relationship and family with Eddie and Chris - (you don’t find it son you make it) and its something safe and stable and predictable in his life. Getting off that hamster wheel is about being brave and moving that relationship - that family dynamic onto the next level - removing the platonic aspect of their family and making it a fully formed family for real - romantic love and all - so the ‘platonic’ family is the hamster wheel he actually needs to get off of. 

The other aspect of Tommy actually being Buck and the hamster wheel of it all is that hamster wheels are solitary pursuits - the implication is that Buck is the one standing in his own way - and coming back to the basketball game we see that played out in the moment where Buck tries to literally run through Tommy - only you can’t act out at yourself, and Tommy is a literal solid unmoving barrier and Buck won’t get past himself by just trying to bulldoze his way through.

This all then plays into the final Buck and Tommy scene of the episode - in bucks loft. I already spoke above about the red/black of it all, but now with the added concept of Tommy being A version of Buck things start to become more interesting. The red/black of it all is a warning (and the poker date red/black velvet suit and eddies red and black suit from s6 actually play into this as well!) - its dark romance - ‘forbidden’ dangerous romance or love. So for Eddie and his date with Kim that meaning is very self explanatory. The two season 6 suits are also fairly self explanatory - for Eddie again its the dangers of looking for romance that isn’t on your own terms and for Buck at the poker game its about the danger of falling in love with the person you are when you aren’t being truly yourself. Tommy being a version of Buck and this concept is a little more murky - essentially is about a similar thing to his poker suit - with a twist - its about the danger of seeing more value and loving a version of yourself that ‘used to exist’ as well as a version of yourself that you think will make you more attractive to others.

We do also need to Talk about Bucks costume here as well - the fact that it fits him almost perfectly - he’s in well fitted if slightly loose jeans and a navy shirt that isn’t tight with buttons not clinging on for dear life (to the same extent). The colouring is still on the dark side - so its not entirely positive - much in the same way that other scenes with buck in a dark navy shirt are moments where things go a bit askew for Buck (think the  taylor ‘I kinda love you for it’ scene from s5 as an example). The implication is that - before Tommy comes along Buck is at his most content with who he is - he’s fitting into his skin better than he has in a long while but it’s not perfect. This is key, firstly because of how the scene unfolds and secondly, because of how he is then costumed from here on out for the rest of the season.

I do also want to mention the yellow blue colour coding in this scene and that is mostly done through the lighting - Buck is in blue and the light behind him is always yellow - he is surrounded by yellow light. In contrast - Tommy is barely touched by the yellow light - not until Buck starts to figure things out - then we get him briefly touched by the yellow light - the rest of the time he is lit very cooly - which is in contrast to the warmth of the loft - and further plays into the idea of Tommy being a stand in for Evan - Evan who isn't loved and accepted in the same way Buck is - Evan who Buck needs to learn to love.

If we look at the script for this scene, it also fits in perfectly with the idea of Bucks internal monologue.  Tommy and Eddie being ‘buddie’s’ making perfect sense is a literal aside to the audience telling them that Buddie makes perfect sense - but it is more than that. This is where I have to bring up the ‘Evan’ of it all. I know a lot of us shudder with horror because of the fact Tommy only ever calls Buck ‘Evan’ and how both jarring and rude it is. How it shows how little Tommy knows Buck. We’ve always known it was being done intentionally. Well, if we view the use of Evan through the lens of Tommy being a version of Buck and things become clearer.  Because Tommy is basically the old version of Buck - the Buck who existed before he knew Eddie - before he joined the 118. And this is where the choice to bring back Tommy specifically for this role becomes a really smart one - because ‘Evan call me Buck Buckley’ was Tommys replacement at the 118. Tommy who has a problematic past that has never been dealt with on screen. This isn’t about the nature of the problematic past. This is the show playing on the idea of Buck’s software upgrades - before Buck 1.0 there was Evan, and using who Buck replaced at the 118 as a plot device to actually dig into Evan more so that Buck can deal with, accept and move on from Evan and become who Buck is meant to be.

Tommy saying he couldn’t replace Buck furthers this - because Buck cannot go back to being Evan - Evan can never replace Buck. invoking Christopher adds weight to this - because Chris never knew Evan - he’s only ever known Buck and Buck is ‘his Buck’ and irreplaceable. Tommy then stating his jealousy is about Evan feeling the lack of family that he grew up with - the recognition that as Buck he has made a family for himself - Bucks assertion that Tommy (Evan) was a part of it is valid - because without Evan Buck couldn’t build the family he has. The entirety of this conversation is about Buck choosing to ‘get to know’ his past (remember this is coming of the back of Buck crossing out the ‘LEY’ on his nameplate in s6 and his struggles with his parents acceptance in that season before the lightening strike), choosing to learn about Evan and embrace him as a part of Buck.  

Bucks assertion that he was ‘trying to get [Tommys] attention and it being exhausting’ is part of that as is the confusion Tommy expresses. The choice for Buck to use the word ‘exhausting’ - it’s Bucks subconscious trying to get his own attention - its his subconscious telling Buck that he’s exhausting himself by not listening to what his inner voice is saying. It’s of course a play on Buck being called exhausting by other people (and is perhaps why he doesn’t have the confidence to listen to that inner voice) and that also plays into the Evan of it all and how Buck views himself. Tommys confusion also plays into that - bucks own mind is confused - it was getting ready to ‘pursue’ Eddie but now we’re pivoting into what is essentially self love.

The continued bringing up of Eddie also makes sense with the contact of Tommy being alt Buck - because Eddie Eddie Eddie fills Bucks heart and mind - Both Evan and Buck recognise Eddies importance if not his full relevance in this moment. The resulting kiss then becomes less about Bucks bi awakening (I am not diminishing the importance of that in any way shape or form - its a vital aspect of Bucks journey) and more about Bucks decision to pursue loving himself - this ties into his statement ‘it wasn’t about me wanting to leave the 118 - it was about wanting to get to know you’ - its about Buck wanting to get to know himself - on the other side of his death and resurrection. It’s a continuation of his comments about Natalia ‘seeing him perhaps better than he sees himself’ - it’s about Buck starting to see himself better now he’s died and essentially been reborn and bout Buck now being in a place where he feels ready to confront that idea of being reborn and becoming someone new.

At the restaurant in 7x05 we have Tommy in an Eddie colour, but in a shirt that is much more Bucks style. There is also the green/blue colour play with Tommy stating Buck isn’t ready and Tommys ‘mismatched’ clothing bears that up - the play is on Bucks lingering confusion and uncertainty about what he wants - is it the Eddie side of things we’re pursuing the self love of Evan aspect we’re looking to explore? The entire scene is not just about Bucks first ‘date with a dude’ its also about Bucks fumbled attempts at self love - at not getting it right - its why Bucks outfit doesn’t fit him- why they’re now too big and baggy (I wrote about this in my costume meta for that episode - which like all the other costume posts can be found linked on my pinned post).  The innuendo about closets and Buck going into masculine bro mode is as much about his nervousness about being on a date with Tommy and being seen as it is about the fact that a man practicing self love is still taboo and so often met with derision - hiding that you are pursuing that is a kin to hiding queerness - at the start - until you get to a good place with it.

We side step into the Buck and Eddie loft scene briefly to look at Bucks confession to Eddie - I could write a whole thing on Eddies acceptance of Buck and its importance - but that is for a different post that isn’t already a million words long! what I want to mention in this scene is the why Buck can’t stop thinking about Tommy of it all - how it is essentially establishing the idea that Buck is starting to listen to himself.  He can’t stop thinking about Tommy because it isn’t Tommy he can’t stop thinking about it’s actually himself - Evan - in a learning to love himself and embrace who he is and was kind of way - all being done through a bi lens. it is essentially about Buck doing the thing he needs to do to be ready for a forever relationship with Eddie - which is love and accept himself - all of himself and acknowledging that to Eddie.

Buck switches back to better fitting clothes for the coffee date - and tommy is now dressed back in Buck colours and no trace of anything resembling Eddie in sight - making it clear that Buck has chosen to pursue himself. To get himself to the place he needs and wants to be first - the line about not knowing what it is he’s ready for but being ready for something is key - its a very self love line, but it also puts a very clear time frame on things - it makes it clear that Tommy is not endgame - because Bucks choosing self love and embracing and understanding ‘Evan’ isn’t his end game but a part of his bigger journey - a part of becoming who he needs to be to achieve what he actually wants - to get him to his endgame.

Then we have the Karaoke - brief scene(s). There isn’t really a huge amount in these scenes. But I do want to point out two things - the awkwardness of Buck and Tommys hug - and how that plays into the tentative nature of Bucks self love journey - and also Eddies behaviour towards Tommy - and the way it was very very clearly a lot cooler than we saw in 7x04.

We all jumped on the Petty Eddie train - and I agree there is an element of that. But - there is also the fact we are not seeing that scene through Bucks eyes - its through external eyes and we are therefore seeing the actual reality of Eddie and Tommys friendship - in that it isn’t this heightened date like - flirty new love type relationship - its simply two people who are loosely friends. Its remarkably normal and no threatening - only furthering the entire purpose of 7x04 being from Bucks viewpoint and Tommy being an alt Buck rather than an alt Eddie. It also therefore serves to further establish the Buddie of it all (but we all already knew that!). Tommy is still in Buck colours and the short sleeved henley is still something I would put more into the Buck costume camp than the Eddie one - especially in this season! 

The final Tommy scene and costume is the date at Bucks loft and the conversation about daddy kink. I still don’t like this scene (which has a lot more to do with execution and the script than the actual daddy kink of it all) but I am much more sanguine about it now that I understand what it is setting up.

Bear with me here I probably won’t make sense, but with the knowledge that Tommy is actually buck lite - a less good and developed version buck (Evan and in part the version of Buck that Buck himself thinks he is) the daddy kink scene actually becomes about setting up Buck addressing his past and his actual real daddy issues - because bucks past self sees his worth in those issues and without them it means both Evan and Buck have no worth. Buck confronting and dealing with them and choosing to forgive and move on means the end of Buck and Tommy because Tommy is no longer needed - he has served his purpose and Buck would be ready to start his future - Evan stays in the past and Buck completes his rebirth and closes his lightening strike arc.

Onto Bucks season 8 journey - Bringing Gerrard in to Bucks arc rather than the others who have far more connection to Gerrard now begins to make much more sense. Tommys past under Gerrard actually echoes Bucks past - in different ways and to vastly different degrees, but the parallel is there.  S1 Buck being a play boy and sleeping around and not treating women especially well (objectifying them etc) because of his own hang ups - is a pale echo of Tommy being closeted and racist sexist and homophobic under Gerrard. Like I said before - Buck is a pale imitation to Tommy here and that’s intentional (more in a sec) because once Tommy is under the wing of Bobby when he takes over the 118 we see him begin to grow and change. Buck follows the same pattern - Bobbys guidance pulls him away from his destructive behaviours and sets him onto the right path (Bobby is arguably the birther of Buck - Look I could write a whole thing off the back of my death and resurrection of Buck post about Bobbys role as God - the heavenly father - in Bucks life and how that is the overarching theme of Bobby and the show but I don’t have the time tbh!) to ‘redemption’.

Bucks behaviour is very intentionally not as bad as Tommys behaviour, because if Tommy is the plot device meant to essentially represent Bucks subconscious and how he views himself, then the reason we haven’t been shown Tommy atoning for any of his past sins and behaviours is because Buck hasn’t forgiven himself for his own. Buck is his own worst critic and will self flagellate to a ridiculous degree - and again with him being an unreliable narrator - he views his past indiscretions as being the equivalent of Tommys - therefore in his mind he hasn’t yet done enough to deserve absolution (Buck and Bobby being father and son in this as well!). 

Which brings me to s8 and the return of Gerrard and what Bucks arc is going to be (this is slightly incoherent and not fully formed - I’m still percolating!). Gerrard being central to Bucks arc - and Bucks push back is imo going to be about Buck taking a good look at himself and recognising/ facing up to and accepting his past. And that actually does come down to the daddy issues of it all. Because if Bobby is as good as Bucks dad - and allowed him (and his subconscious in the form of Tommy) to develop and grow - then Gerrard is Phillip Buckley (obviously a heightened more terrible version of reality in the same way Tommy is a much worse version of Buck) who parented Evan through apathy and taking the easy route - we saw Evan pushing back against Phillip in Buck Begins and being rewarded for it and thus establishing Bucks self destructive and self sacrificing pattern of behaviour. Acting out and getting hurt got him attention - so Buck acting out against Gerrard is this reduced and will ultimately have the same results just in an essentially more destructive way.  This is is a good thing - because this is about Buck recognising that he is worth and acting out etc is detrimental to him progressing as a person - its going to actively prevent his self love journey to flourish (and this is why in part I maintain my belief that Tommy is going to, if not encourage Bucks behaviour, then at least tell him to go along with Gerrard demands - for an easy life and also part of why I don’t think we’ll see a huge amount of Tommy - at least to begin with - until we get to a point where Buck is really motoring on the self love journey and getting to the point where he needs to do some pre break up face to face conversations that move him forward!).  It’s about forgiving and accepting his father for how Evan was raised - Bucks arc is going to be about forgiving himself and allowing himself to be happy, and he cannot do that if he doesn’t go through the Gerrard stuff - which is essentially a type of therapy. That’s also where I think the golf comes into it - it’s a metaphor for Buck building bridges, gaining understanding and accepting his past with his father - the metaphor of the driving range being the idea of standing side by side and performing the same thing, but landing in different places. There is also the concept of improving ones self and choosing to not repeat the mistakes of the past.

It also means the thing Tim said about Buck and Tommy becoming more comfortable with one another makes much more sense, and why he’d flip the question to talk about Eddie and about Eddie feeling a bit left out in the cold but not out in the cold! Buck is becoming more comfortable with himself and while he’s doing that and learning to be happy etc as I described above. Eddie is going to feel left out - because this is about Buck not Eddie - because it’s about Buck being ready for forever with Eddie - and Eddie ultimately cannot be a part of that journey - Buck has to do it for himself in the same way that Buck cannot help or be there while Eddie goes through his reckoning with the Catholic Church, and faiths place in his life and also dealing with the ghost of Shannon and his mother issues(because he has those and they are all set up to go in s8 - Chris being in Texas really sets that up nicely!

Bahaha Tim I’ve finally figured out your question answering methods and how they tell us all we need to know!! 

All this to say - Tommy is actually alt Buck - not Eddie lite (I mean he is still also that but it’s a bit of a red herring) he is a plot device for the biggest thing about Buck as a character and it all means Buddie here we come!

Thank you so so much if you have read this epic piece of waffle - I hope you enjoyed and I truly look forward to hearing all your thoughts on this and to you being as insane about it as I am!

Tagging some people who asked (and some who didn’t but might be interested anyway!)

@spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @fruityfirehose @leothil

@bewitchedbewilderedbisexual @theladyyavilee @livingwherethesidewalkends @craigyxo

@izzysbeans @buddiediaz118 @inell @hotshotsxyz @winterskydragonx

[angiethewitch]

things I did thinking I was being spiritual but it was actually a severe psychotic episode

to preface i am a pagan but let's be honest here this was straight up a mental health crisis

okay let's go

convinced myself there was a very angry poltergeist in my loft after I found out there was an old bed frame up there and it needed my help to move on but instead I threw salt up there and refused to let anyone walk underneath the loft opening

decided I had mastered the art of astral projection and I was travelling to astral planes and I could fly around the world while I was actually just lying there vividly hallucinating

straight up told people that my spiritual guides were gonna kill them like how did I expect them to do anything but laugh in my face

blood magic. like really dangerous stuff. thought I could bring my dead mother back to life by exchanging my life force for her own. hello?

vividly hallucinated my dead mother talking to me and fully believed she was a trapped spirit but nobody else could hear her and it was up to me to save her. all through her funeral she talked to me, she spoke to me for months. took me nearly a year to start dealing with her death and actually begin the grieving process

decided my husband was cursed and made him stand in the kitchen while I walked in a circle around him boiling herbs. poor bloke has dealt with so much

became convinced if I could just cast the right glamour spell at the right time I could breathe underwater and tested this out in the ocean like a very normal and sane individual

thought the wind was actually terrible forces speaking to me and delivering messages just for me so I became terrified of wind because I would have to sit outside and decipher the words that were clearly just for me

sewed a load of crystals onto a t shirt to protect myself from bad energies and called myself "the high priestess" and got very upset when people couldn't understand my power

understood that my cat was not actually a cat and was in fact the spirit of a 2500 year old druid priest sent to guide me in the form of a cat. Still called him Jinx though

started a journal where I detailed all the signs that the end of the world was coming

Read online that the colour red means angry so I desperately avoided the colour red because that meant the world was angry with me

tried to summon satan to terrorise my neighbour who was mean to me and fully believed it would work

decided I was immortal and imbued with the powers of ancient gods which led to some very risky and dangerous situations which I will obviously not detail here

there are many more examples but these are the most ridiculous ones

if you followed me for the witchcraft posts, im sorry. ive had to take a step back from it all for the sake of my own mental wellbeing. spirituality is a huge trigger for me. I tried practicing in moderation, I tried practicing just a little, but it is too much now. I had to unfollow a lot of witchcraft blogs because 1) they all seemed to collectively devolve into conspiracy theories and 2) i had to remove myself from the online witchcraft space. if you were wondering why I don't post about witchcraft anymore, this is why. I barely practice anymore, and when I do, I keep it private so im not encouraged by online validation.

please practice safely. always consider the mundane explanations first.

[seiishindraws]

Hii, I saw your latest post and your art style is so pretty?? What?? I have a question though. How do you do the paint one? Or rendering in general. Like genuinely, I have a problem with rendering and I can't seem to quite understand it on my own. Do you just start with flat colors? Do you do lineart or colors right after the sketch? Is the "lineart" just added later? Painted over? Erased to give thinner and thicker lines?? I'm really curious!!

hi! im not the best painter tbh! though i do have a background in painting but ill try my best to explain

diff artists have different approaches to how they paint but generally yes, you would start out with big shapes first and then go into the details - work big picture first. like, if you squint and the drawing makes sense in terms of value and colour and shape, youre on the right path.

i can kinda show this with a warmup in-class speedpaint exercise we did a couple weeks ago where we were tasked with painting an eye in about 30 minutes (i was late and only had 20 lol)

luckily ive got the layers for this. i start of with a base layer, kind of like a underpaint layer since that's how i personally learned to paint traditionally. i did have a sketch before laying down this base layer under it but i ended up using it for final rendering details lol

after that i started laying down the big blocks of colour. i wasn't necessarily aiming for complete colour accuracy here, i just wanted to match the value. i chose a pink underlayer to influence my colour choices because the underlayer will peak through the blocks of colour i paint over it

and then (forgive me if this seems like "draw the rest of the owl" in terms of progression) but this is where i started going in with finer detail. i did the rest of the render on the sketch layer i had so you can see some of the lines from the sketch here

here's the layers completely seperate from each other

even for the flat colour version of my character, i had an underpaint layer! i used yellow and orange since i wanted her colours to be warm and used a semi-opaque brush to put her colours in rather than using a completely opaque brush

when i wanted to do the painted version, i put the lineart on multiply and reduced the opacity and brushed in some some quick shadows on seperate layer on hard light mode to give me a good base to start painting with

and then i did all the rendering and details on a new layer ontop of everything. i keep the lineart light so i can paint over it easily and also colour pick from it when i want a more distinct line to seperate certain shapes. i unfortunately dont know how to explain this part because a lot of this is intuitive to me and i'm still learning. but you gotta make use of different types of "edges" in painting, and you would generally have more contrast in the focal point of your painting than in other places to draw the eye to that point. i suggest researching the use of edges in painting if you really wanna learn more - because im a terrible teacher haha

for fun here's what the rendering layer for this one looks like on its own and the finished thing for comparison

there's other things you need to learn too, like bounce light, atmospheric perspective, ambient occlusion... and colour theory is always important! i could go on for a long time. there's a lot of pieces to the puzzle and it may seem overwhelming but there's tons of resources online and it will all become second nature to you as you keep practicing

uhh hope that helps!

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Six (BB) 1 of 2

@belsasim, @corrienteallita, @cawthorntales, @hashimasims, @ravingsockmonkey, @pixeldistractions - Sim creators and co-writers

Bright and early, the household wakes up. Room order was randomised with Mariela and Harmony getting the ground floor rooms. A wheel was spun for type of shower the contestants would have (opportunity for energised, flirty or inspired moodlet) and whether they would brush their teeth (possible confident moodlet). Once they are finished getting ready they're sent to breakfast. Autonomy is toggled on and room doors are locked.

The order the contestants arrive at breakfast matters a little. Deanna compliments each of them in the order they arrive. Those who are talked to early seem to have more chance of fitting in autonomous socials with Deanna. They might fit in a joke, flirt or gossip between her complimenting others.

Mariela: Good morning Deanna *hugs*

Deanna: *chuckling* In a good mood I see

Mariela may be first to breakfast but she's followed soon by Harmony and Sarah who grab some of the available french toast.

Sarah: Oh hey the curtains are gone

Deanna: Yes. For the challenge today we'll be at another location so no need to block off that room

Kaye: I hope it's something outside again

Billie: Like who can paint the coastline best

Harmony gets up and hugs Deanna before getting her social for the day.

Dee: Harmony, Kaye and I finally checked out your show, Adventures of Skunkbert

Harmony: Dare I ask what you thought of it?

Kaye: It was great! We only watched three episodes so it's good we've got more to go

Billie: I really like the animation style you've used for it. But how does it keep going while you're here?

Harmony: I work on it on our days off and send the drafts to the rest of the production team

Mariela: If they give you any trouble refer them to me, I'm a pro at protests

Sarah: That's awesome. What have you protested for?

Mariela: *awkward chuckle* You know, I'm never entirely sure...

Kaye: To be fair there's always some protest happening around the city. I seem to run in to one whenever I'm out of the apartment

Sarah: The city seems exciting

Billie: I went to the art gallery last time I visited, it was great but still not much like I do

Dee: That's good though right? Means there's room for your work

Kaye: That's rather mellow for you Dee

Dee: What can I say? I woke up in a good mood. Plus I believe there's nothing you can't do if you just work hard enough for it

Deanna: Interesting theory

Mariela: Not everyone can work though. There's no shame in having conditions that prevent it

Everyone turned to look at Mariela, that was a serious statement from the resident goofball.

Mariela: Take Billie here, she can't help having green hair

Billie: *pulls faces* Don't be silly, it's dyed. No one has green hair naturally

Harmony: You do hear rumors about some spellcasters though...

Kaye: I don't know about just spellcasters, a lot of my extended family have interesting hair shades

Sarah: I like having colour in my hair, but it's definitely not natural

Deanna: I'd never dyed my hair before Devin took me shopping for a makeover

Harmony: I think I got lucky with my natural hair colour

Dee: The red looks nice

While Harmony, Mariela, Sarah and Dee stay chatting with Deanna, Billie and Kaye decide to head outside and play some simbles.

Billie: You're really just human even though your ears are... you know...

Kaye: *laughing* Pointy? Yep. Just human much to the horror of my mother

Devin: Hello everyone and welcome to Tartosa Gym. Today's challenge was picked by our pa, who is a fitness fan. Each of you has been tasked with completing the beginners endurance challenge on the rock wall. Fastest time wins. Good luck everyone

Devin hands it over to Aaron who gives a brief tutorial on how the rock wall works. It operates like a vertical treadmill, ticking over as contestants get closer to the top. Aaron takes everyone through some pre climb stretching to warm up, we need to be safe after all.

Aaron: I've picked this challenge because love is a marathon, not a sprint. You have to keep putting in the work if you want it to thrive. I'm looking forward to seeing who wins

Devin directs everyone to the right walls and the cameras position themselves.

Aaron: Any guesses who might win this one?

Deanna: I'm thinking Kaye. She's adventurous and she loves rock climbing. I mean I would be very surprised if she didn't win

Aaron: Care to tell me who you want to win?

Deanna: *laughs* Again? I'm not going to say it and jinx anyone pa

Mariela: I've seen those machines before. They're quite intimidating! I have to admit... I'm a little scared.

Harmony: I don't think it's a good idea for the clumsy girl to do this. But if it gives me a shot with Deanna I am game.

Billie: Hm. Rock climbing is pretty much the opposite to the painting challenge I was hoping for, but at least there are padded mats around!

Sarah: Whaaaat?!? There's gonna be an ambulance ready for me, right?

Dee: Now this is a challenge I can get behind! * flex *

Kaye: YES! I love rock climbing!

Despite strong starts both Mariela and Dee fall off the wall before completing the challenge. Luckily they make good landings, no broken bones here. Despite being clumsy Harmony does a fabulous job holding on and completes the challenge with a time of 37.58 seconds! Billie also completes the challenge with a slightly faster time of exactly 35 seconds.

Despite Sarah's call for an ambulance she doesn't fall. She completes the challenge in 33.65 seconds! Kaye, to no one's surprise really, is an expert on the wall! Her time? 23.19 seconds! Despite the fastest time Kaye has already had her date this round so it will be bonus points for her and a date win for Sarah.

Dee: I need a cold shower. Don't talk to me.

Mariela: Note to self: Stay away from Mt. Komorebi!

Dee: But we weren't even in Mt Komorebi

Mariela: Yeah and that's why we're not dead. Kaye told me about how her Uncle did on the real mountain *shudders*

Dee: Do I want to know?

Mariela: Despite rumors spellcasters aren't actually mind readers Dee

Harmony: That went about as well as I thought it would.

Billie: I'd rather paint the climbing wall than climb it again. Congratulations to Kaye, they were like a spider up there!

Harmony: She was so fast! Definitely done it before

Billie: But seriously, a painting challenge soon right?

Harmony: I might not do too bad at one of those

Billie: You're a professional animator, you'd be a challenger for sure

Villa renovation by @paracosmic-sims Gym build by @hashimasims

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i'd love to see ur takes on dinostar and yasammy the way u did ur benji post 🥹..... all ur headcanons n posts are amazing fr

HERE YA GOOO (dinostar hcs here)

domestic: fluff ahead

getting together:

Sammy fell first (some time around season 4 of camp cretaceous) Yaz fell harder

the first year or two is such a joyous and yuriful experience. this is both their first real relationships and they are so excited. they go out holding hands all the time. they look up cute nicknames to use

Yaz talks to her mum about everything (they’re basically besties) and especially during the first year she’s always excitedly telling her mum about Sammy and how amazing she is. Yaz’s mum is so proud of her daughter and her daughter’s gf

Sammy is more private about her relationship but her family have always mostly been welcoming of Yaz (up until the dinosaurs got to the mainland and then all sorts of stuff happens)

they never really Broke Up, they just agreed they needed time to sort out their issues and resolve their hurt separately, and with everything going on, they don’t have time for a relationship

once they get back to the states post chaos theory, a few days after getting settled, they sit and have a long conversation about what happened. it was just them on the back porch under the moonlight, talking about their feelings and resolving to work on themselves and each other. Sammy promises not to treat Yaz like she’s fragile, and Yaz promises to communicate better and not distance herself so much. in a way, it’s almost like wedding vows. almost.

they agree to go to couples’ therapy, and it actually really helps them get better at communicating and talking stuff through and understanding how the other feels

they get engaged after living together on the ranch and dating for two years. they wanted to wait before marriage so they could be 100% sure they want to get married

when they get engaged, the first people they tell are Yaz’s mum, and the camp fam. they tell them over video call. the screaming is so loud the computer cannot cope and just has ten seconds of this horrible screechy static sound

the camp fam are all so happy for them, of course, but Brooklynn is especially thankful they’re so happy together because she would not have been able to forgive herself if she was part of the reason Sammy and Yaz didn’t get back together

general/miscellaneous headcanons:

being together is amazing, and soothing, and reassuring, and exciting. they get to live with their lover and best friend and partner in everything, and they’re still so thrilled by that after all these years. they have someone to lean on when they need it

their natural landscape is the countryside (Benji is the mountains and Dinostar is the city/beach)

Sammy is the sun, Yaz is the moon

they’re lesbian/bi. i can’t see Sammy liking men at all lmao

Sammy’s phone background is Yaz riding a horse on their ranch (when they have kids she changes it to a picture of Yaz, Sammy and their daughters sitting on the front porch of their ranch, which Brooklynn took when she and Darius came over)

Yaz’s phone background is Sammy on one of their sunset walks that Yaz took when Sammy wasn’t looking and she’s gently smiling (she changes it to the same photo Sammy has when they have kids)

Sammy’s name in Yaz’s phone is my love🖤🩷 (black heart because it’s her favourite colour and Sammy is her favourite person and pink is Sammy’s favourite colour)

Yaz’s name in Sammy’s phone is mi amor 🌺🐻⭐😘💘💐

their house is the spot everyone goes to for Thanksgiving/the autumn get together (they don’t celebrate thanksgiving they just like the excuse to get together and eat food and hang out) (Benji’s house is for Christmas, and Dinostar’s house is for their annual two week vacation in summer)

Yaz and Sammy love halloween, but the costume part of it where they pick a different fictional couple to dress up as and hand out candy to the neighbourhood kids

Ben is their wingman. he is rooting for them 100%. the only person more sad about their ‘breakup’ than Yaz and Sammy was Ben himself. probably second place joint wingmen are Kenji and Brooklynn

dating/intimacy headcanons:

Sammy’s love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and actually all of them probably. she just loves her girl so much

Yaz’s love language is all of them to an extent but mostly acts of service. when she notices Sammy is even a bit tired she will do everything for her. once Sammy came in from a really long day of work and Yaz had done all the chores and even made dinner. Sammy cried with relief and also fell in love even harder

Yaz is also really defensive of Sammy. once someone made a homophobic comment in passing and Yaz stopped everything she was doing to tell them off and to get the fuck away from her girlfriend and that she will fistfight them if they bother Sammy again

Sammy makes flower crowns for Yaz from the wildflowers that grow on the ranch

Yaz sneak attack hugs Sammy from behind sometimes. no reason at all, just makes Sammy blush

Yaz is more used to the cold, so whenever Yaz and Sammy visit Yaz’s mother in Oregon, and Sammy gets cold, Yaz is taking off her jacket and giving it to Sammy no questions asked. even if it’s snowing

Sammy has fat rolls and Yaz loves to kiss them

Sammy also doesn’t shave often, and Yaz finds her body hair gorgeous actually

Yaz loves Sammy’s curves and muscles. in Yaz’s head, Sammy is the most gorgeous woman on the planet and Yaz regularly tells her so

Yaz is also obsessed with Sammy’s hair. Sammy grows her hair out after chaos theory and Yaz braids it everyday to keep it from getting tangled from all the farm work. she loves to comb her fingers through it when they’re cuddling, and grips it when they make out or have sex

Sammy looooves messing with Yaz’s hair. they’ll be kissing only for Yaz to find Sammy’s secretly undone her hair. Sammy puts little braids in flyaway strands while they’re cuddling. she’ll be sitting next to Yaz and curls a strand with her finger. Sammy also braids Yaz’s hair

they’re dating, but they’re also best friends. when they start sharing a bed on Sammy’s ranch and stuff, it’s so exciting and fun for them. the first time they do, they literally have a whole sleepover and do each others’ nails and stay up pretty late whispering secrets and stuff to each other (*in a blanket fort facing opposite each other under the same blanket* “Yaz... i have a crush on you 🤭” “i have a crush on you too!!” *both giggle*)

they adore going to the farmers’ market together. they get to hold hands and buy cool stuff, and at the end, they lay out everything they got on the kitchen table and send a picture to the camp fam because they love the farmers’ market

they’re lovers but they’re also partners in almost everything they do. they work so well as a team. if one of them is struggling with something, they text the other and they’ll be there as soon as humanly possible. together they can do anything

they split ranch responsibilities between them. Samm was nervous at first because she thought Yaz wouldn’t be as enthusiastic about the ranch life as Sammy, but Yaz actually loves it. she enjoys the physical work, caring for animals, parallel play, and of course, spending time with Sammy

Sammy deals with the larger animals like the cows, sheep, goats, and horses, and Yaz is mostly in charge of the chickens, ducks, geese, and most of the stuff they grow

they love running around with the fireflies together. the fireflies come out and they’re dashing through the grass, holding hands and laughing and shouting with happiness. then they lie on the grass, and watch the fireflies and the stars and usually end up making out

Sammy sings all the time. when she’s working on the ranch chores, when she’s cooking, when she’s working. Yaz gets so used to it, that when she isn’t singing for whatever reason, Yaz really misses the sound and the ranch sounds too quiet without her

they are extremely silly with each other sometimes. we forget they dressed up in avocado costumes for halloween once i think this is all but canon

Sammy has a punching bag tied to a tree in the ranch that she sometimes goes to absolute town on. when she’s not in a seriously bad mood she lets Yaz watch her

Sammy is an absolute expert at calming down Yaz’s nightmares. it’s second nature to her. she knows exactly what she needs to do. she hums lullabies into Yaz’s hair and strokes her cheek and kisses her forehead. she knows it all

Yaz also gets better at calming down Sammy after a nightmare since there’s a period of time where Sammy’s nightmares are worse than Yaz’s, and Yaz is up a lot calming down Sammy (which she’s completely okay with). Sammy needs to be cared for but especially after a nightmare. Yaz will hold her, soothe her, even sing to her. if it’s really bad they’ll get out of bed and sit in the barn with Bessie, and Yaz will wrap Sammy in a blanket

original nicknames post here — Yaz tries to find Spanish nicknames for Sammy but they get lost in translation and Sammy gets nicknamed apple tree or smth (Sammy adores it)

throneofrayllum headcanon that Yaz calls Sammy sweetheart and i LOVE that (despite me having trauma around that nickname lol)

Sammy gives Yaz new nicknames every other week. she cycles through them. she goes onto google to find new ones. half of her nicknames are inside jokes. Yaz got stuck with ‘scorcher’ for two (2) weeks. (“scorcher, eh... because i’m so hot?” “actually because you burnt our dinner yesterday. but yes, darlin’, you’re gorgeous”)

sick caretaking headcanons post here

wedding headcanons:

yasammy wedding headcanons in this post

Brooklynn and Ben help Sammy get ready

Darius and Kenji help Yaz get ready (they’re siblings guys... they’re siblings...)

Yaz and Sammy are both not in touch with their fathers, and they don’t have brothers either, and Yaz and Kenji are siblings but so are Yaz and Ben, but so are Sammy and Kenji, so Kenji and Ben (both best men) argued over who would get to walk them down the aisle, and they decide to all walk arm in arm

when they got to the front, they all hug with Brooklynn (the bridesmaid) and Darius (the other best man)

i feel the need to emphasise their honeymoon on a Greek island because they love mamma mia, it’s canon guys trust me

they’d probably bounce around a few Greek islands, one of them being Lesbos. they bring back some really cool poetry books of Sappho’s works, and some artwork too. they felt sooo safe there; they love it

daily life headcanons:

after chaos theory, the camp fam live together for about a year on Sammy’s ranch and get into all sorts of goofy sitcom plots (while also having therapy) while simultaneously enjoying the most lovely cottagecore vibes

Ben and Kenji move to New Mexico (yeah i know i had them in California in my previous post, i changed my mind) and Darius and Brooklynn move to Dallas, and Yaz and Sammy, as the group parents, find themselves really missing them, so they carry on their tradition of a weekly video call to catch up

Sammy doesn’t really like to raise animals to sell for meat, so she keeps animals for stuff like milk and eggs (her and Yaz sell them at the farmer’s market). mostly cows, a few sheep, a mama goat and her baby, geese, ducks, and lots of chickens.

her and Yaz also own a riding school with horses. they love riding horses together, it’s so much fun

their school is specifically disability accessible, so most of their students are neurodivergent and/or disabled. they also have quite a few people from toxic households who come, and they make sure to allow them to spend time at the school as much as possible, asking them to stay behind to help muck out the horses and put away the equipment. eventually they become part time hires. the school is such a safe space. this is especially important to Sammy because she knows what it’s like to be estranged from your family and need somewhere stable to rely on (for her, it was Yaz and Nadia)

they’re aunt and auntie to their students

Sammy has such a soft spot for stray animals. they have several dogs and cats that Sammy just found abandoned somewhere. eventually Yaz has to put her foot down because they do Not have room to keep all these animals and there is an animal shelter an hour away that can take them and will look after them. they do however give one of the dogs to Ben and Kenji since they really want one

Yaz especially gets really into gardening, and they start selling other produce like berries, peppers, tomatoes, etc etc

Sammy’s ranch has one floor, which is very convenient for Yaz because her ankle does not do well on stairs

when Yaz properly moved in, Sammy made sure the house was super accessible with grab rails and a shower chair without Yaz even asking. Yaz is so touched by the gesture she almost starts crying

Sammy also builds a bunch of benches around the ranch because Yaz needs to sit down more (and she is so thankful Sammy did that, but also, Sammy built them herself and Yaz got to enjoy watching Sammy in a crop top chopping and sawing wood, nailing it together, etc)

Yaz is an early bird, so she always takes a walk around the ranch by herself. it helps her clear her head and think about what she needs to do in the day

then they eat breakfast together outdoors on the back porch sofa every day (unless the weather does not permit it)

they usually get most of the ranch chores done before lunch (together they work fast) and work at the riding school in the afternoon (it’s only open in the afternoon)

lunchtime is usually something quick, or leftovers from a tupperware, since Sammy is very big on not wasting food

Yaz got into the habit of meal prepping when she was at university so she’ll usually make lots of portions of stuff to freeze and defrosts them for lunches

Yaz gets pretty exhausted in heavy heat, so Sammy and Yaz have an hour nap/lie down together every afternoon in the hottest part of the day in summer with the air con on full blast

Yaz also mostly works indoors and deals with the paperwork for the riding school; Sammy does most of the teaching in the really hot months

once they’ve finished their lessons it’s around 6pm and they go for a ride just the two of them around the fields

then they go home and cook dinner together

Yaz works out in the evening; she can’t run anymore because of her ankle but she has lots of exercises she can do, and she has extremely strong arms and abs. she also gets into weightlifting and Sammy hangs around to enjoy the view keep her company

mentioned in another post, but Yaz usually falls asleep after Sammy, so the last thing Yaz gets to do every day is fall asleep in her girlfriend’s arms and it makes her so so happy

Yaz and Sammy both love the rain and there isn’t much rain in Texas, so when there is rain, they are out there running around and laughing and dancing (singing in the rain plays). then they go back inside and dry off and have a cup of hot chocolate

they usually go to visit Yaz’s mother in Oregon in the winter for a week or two, hoping to see the snow. Sammy loves snow. the wonder on her face at the snow falling will never fail to make Yaz melt

Yaz really enjoys baking bread. kneading it is soothing and repetitive, and it helps to ground her if her anxiety is particularly bad that day (but she enjoys it even if there isn’t). there is always a fresh loaf in their house.

they live near a food festival that’s active in the spring/summertime, and it has live music and a performance stage, and Sammy plays up there every so often. seeing her girl so happy up there, performing her heart out in sparkly clothes (and her iconic sparkly cowboy boots) is enthralling

having kids headcanons (i’m so sorry i don’t have more of these for Yaz and Sammy):

GIRL MOMS!!!!

Yaz really wants to carry but she has endometriosis so she can’t (which breaks her heart but she’s glad Sammy can carry)

Sammy assures Yaz that it’s okay, and that she’s really excited to be pregnant

Yaz is on top of the pregnancy stuff. she and Sammy organised the ivf, but once Sammy is actually pregnant, Yaz is taking very good care of her girl. she buys all the prenatal vitamins, books parenting classes, and does very thorough research, especially on their first baby, everything they need to know about caring for a baby

Sammy feels really bad sending Yaz out to get her pregnancy cravings but Yaz is down to do it. Sammy wants the nice jam that is only sold from one vendor only on a sunday morning? she’s GETTING the nice jam

Sammy ends up going into labour when her and Yaz are out on a walk in the ranch. Yaz is scared, but she holds herself together until she can get Sammy indoors

however, a few hours after Sammy goes into labour, there’s a bad wind storm and it’s too dangerous for them to drive to the hospital, so they’re stuck inside their ranch

really panicked, Yaz video calls the camp fam, her mum, and mrs Bowman (who is a nurse but is also trained in being a midwife) and they all keep them calm and give advice and direct her on how to give birth

their daughter is born safely and perfectly healthy, thank goodness

they decide they want another baby two years after the first, and this time when Sammy goes into labour, they’re able to get to a hospital, thank goodness

they swear the weather their babies were born to has influence on their personalities, because their firstborn girl has the personality of wild wind, but their second born girl has the personality of a warm spring day

Sammy is mama, Yaz is mom/mommy

they’re raising their kids bilingual; they speak english with Yaz and Spanish with Sammy

since Yaz didn’t really have a normal childhood she’s all the more keen to make sure her kids have a normal childhood experience with lots of fun things happening for their kids. she’s the one planning most of the day trips to theme parks, museums, aquariums, etc etc

they’re very keen to teach their kids to have responsibilities, especially around the ranch. the kids love helping out (sometimes) (sometimes it’s exhausting but they usually still do it)

Sammy never got an official quinceanera when she turned fifteen (she was on nublar) so she makes sure her girls get the most amazing one when they both turn fifteen. everyone is invited. it’s a huge deal. they have a massive party in the barn and dancing under the fireflies

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tr!clown headcanons weow (heavily based on my design for him)

So whenever he is afk or not physically there (logged off lol) he is a normal sized centipede sleeping in his mask. I think he leaves his mask in his castle room somewhere no one would check (under the bed or sth)

Under the cut a lot more text, mostly losa focused yay yippie

My mans been out cold for most of the month. I think tr!Ros would have found his mask (she is probably the only person who hangs around his room anyway). While trying to put his mask somewhere more nice she finds the bug looking kinda like him? She checks if it's alive and the thing just curls itself on her hand.

It's pretty easy to put together that the strange centipede with - exact colours as Clown's centipede traits, radiating magical energy and, most of all, sleeping in his mask is just Clown in his second form.

Ros thought of trying to wake him up but ultimately decided to just put him back to his hiding spot. "Surely he would be back soon, no need to bother him now!". She showed tr!Sneeg though, just in case. He tried to shake the bug awake for a solid 3 minutes but gave up after it hadn't worked. Still, they know now!

(in my hc they both kinda had an idea about a second form because it was impossible to find Clown whenever he was afk or asleep, Ros thought he has a bug form like her /she can transform into a butterfly swarm when logging off/. Sneeg thought the guy just buries himself in a cave or a dark place because he is a centipede hybrid. It ended up being both of their theories lol).

I like to think they both sometimes visit him and chat. Ros when she needs to rant about something going horribly wrong and Sneeg when he wants to ramble about his machines. To no one's surprise they both usually end the conversation with offhandedly mentioning that they miss him. Sneeg might throw in some insults or lightly shake the sleeping bug a few times for a good measure.

Before the ball they both visited him. Ros tried to get him to wake up and waited for a bit after, she hoped he would be there for her big moment but it's fine, she will surely see him after anyway. Sneeg came by after Ros left, just waiting if the jester finally decides to get up. After a few minutes he leaves, he is late to the ball already, if Clown shows up he will see him anyways.

After the ball it is a bit weird.

Ros remembers him as a friend, but not the little details like his other form. Somehow she still finds him again and just holds him in her shaky hands for a while, the warmth feels nice to her still frostbit skin after returning from the null. It still hasn't fully went away after a few days. She never says a word during all this, puts him back and doesn't speak to him anymore whenever she walks by his room. The tradition slipped her already half shattered mind.

Sneeg hasn't changed that drastically compared to Ros, he still visits, he still rants, still pokes fun at Clown never being here, the usual. But it fizzles out faster than before, despite being fine with his own warden corruption he doesn't really want for a warden to spawn in Clown's room of all places actually. He leaves quicker or barely visits, he has a machine to attend to, an ancient city to visit to, anywhere else but here. Slowly he stops visiting fully.

Clown slightly knows that they both visited and talked to him while he was gone, he recalls some bits of words they said once or twice. Thinking harder about it he feels surprisingly comfortable with them knowing of his other form, the only two people he feels confident wouldn't do something with it never did anything. The immediate next thought is of how to scare the living hell out of Sneeg with it since he can freely transform around or near him now.

Less angst hcs :)

Ros holds bug Clown very carefully a lot, her hands are always cold (mans a lava centipede, he is very good at being a heater). She does so before and after the null (it's like muscle memory - if hands cold grab a bug until they get warmer). If Ros told him she did this he would probably hang around closer to her more (naturally radiates warmth due to lava literally being in his veins but his tail is too hot to comfortably touch when he is awake, so he just exists close by whenever they meet up)

Sneeg holds him like people hold worms on a string or lets him dangle like a noodle. He holds the bug up in front of him and talks to it like it's actually Clown for funnies sometimes. Once dragged his second still dead asleep form to show the blender, sleepiest bug on the realm had no comment and was delivered back to it's room after being called a few insults. After the warden corruption he still hold the jester like a noodle but does less silly things each time he visits.

When Clown inevitably wakes up and learns the other two know he absolutely uses it to his advantage. He jumps down on Sneeg's head multiple times to scare him or worms his way into his cape and just hangs out there if he has nothing better to do (to Sneeg's annoyance but it's better then this guy jumpscaring him or finding a new way to torment him more so he takes it). Ros gets the better end of the stick with his second form. He hangs out near her in bug form because he is comfortable and relaxed enough to do so. Pocket sized bug who still gets used as a heater and follows Ros sometimes! (mostly whenever he is tired or sleepy and just wants to spend time with her).

Silly hc also - Bug Clown is dreaming about lifesteal and rn he is having a nightmare about his mace being stolen so whenever Sneeg or Ros see his bug form it looks distraught and keeps turning in his mask. Neither question it. Bro is fighting for his life while sleeping, godbless. When he wakes up next time he still kind of feels like he is in lifesteal for a good first hour of being back (he overslept real bad and cannot remember what year is it or where he is).

I miss losa so bad can this guy return from the war (lifesteal arc or editing) pretty please. This post is mostly rambling, my b

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Spoilers for K-Pop Demon Hunters ahead, discussion of the Honmoon and how I think things have happened, theories about Rumi’s parents, the Saja Boys, and why I like the slightly open ending and unanswered questions.

Okay, we know the basics of the Honmoon, it acts as a barrier between mortal and demon realm, for that. It can be different colours:

Blue: actively working, between perfect and breaking, keeps most strong demons out, some can slip through. Gwi-Ma seems incapable of passing thru when it’s blue.

Gold: the ‘perfect and ideal’ Honmoon, is so effective that no demons can pass, and communication between Gwi-Ma and any demons still in the mortal realm is cut off. This is what all the huntresses work towards, and it appears once they reach this point, the only goal afterwards is to maintain it with regular music performances.

Red: unstable, breaking, weak. Any and all demons can come through as they please, hell could break loose at any moment.

The current Honmoon is a combination of these colours in Huntrix’s new formation of the Honmoon, what does this mean?

I theorise this new Honmoon is nowhere near the perfect Golden Honmoon, but is far easier to maintain, resulting on less stress to the Huntrix as they will maintain it until the next generation. Weak points and stable points migrating like an immune system almost. This does in fact leave them open for more demon centred stories should the studio allow for either a second movie or a spin off of sorts.

Now, my further speculation regarding the Honmoon of Celine’s era.

I believe that Rumi’s parents had been secretly eyeing each other and didn’t make a move until after they achieved the Golden Honmoon, effectively cutting her dad off from Gwi-Ma so they could actually have a relationship without the demon king in his head and looking through his eyes. Rumi was conceived at this point and she was born within their era of gold, but her mother died soon after.

With us knowing the Honmoon needs to be maintained through Rumi’s line that the idol awards gives it a boost, inferring it needs consistent charging, when the huntresses lose a member, they cannot maintain it any longer. Soon enough, the gold fades to blue, and then the blue slowly gets weaker. I think it’s safe to speculate that two huntresses can maintain a Blue Honmoon but it’s remarkably harder to do, especially when grieving the loss of Rumi’s mother.

With the gold fading and Rumi’s mother dying, we can speculate that her father was soon being manipulated by Gwi-Ma, and it’s safe to say his fate was either one of two things:

Gwi-Ma yanked him down to the demon realm and punished/is punishing him

Celine and the other huntress discovered him and killed him

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We don’t get clarification on how Rumi’s mother died, but we know she died when Rumi would still be considered a baby, so I don’t think she died in childbirth. Do I think Rumi’s father was involved in her death? It’s very likely. Could one speculate his punishment by Gwi-Ma was being forced to kill her? I think there’s wriggle room to theorise, which makes this all the more fun!

I do appreciate that even if the studio doesn’t green light an extension on the series that we have so many questions and lose ends to play with in the meantime because, guys, this movie was cooking for nine years, there’s simply no way the creators weren’t also playing around with what would happen after the fact with a soft closed ending like that. A story in development for this long, there are most definitely answers to all our questions written in notes and margins to explain why things happened the way they did.

There is also the fun thing of us only seeing the on screen deaths of Abby, Mystery and Jinu*, but not Romance and Baby. It’s possible that these demons who probably also had a selfish stake in doing this work for Gwi-Ma, their deals made offscreen, saw an opportunity where the king who had been lording over them so cruelly was distracted and so were the Huntrix. Maybe they ran off, maybe they’re living a life in South Korea now, whether they’re adapting or not would be up for discussion. But for those fans who wanted more insight on the Saja Boys this could be the opportunity to play around.

Neither of them seemed to actually care all that much about the mortal world besides feeding off souls, least of all Baby who literally didn’t interact with any of the Huntrix girls, and Romance’s flirting with Mira was more than likely him ‘playing with his food’ in a way, an act to annoy her.

Who are they outside of Saja Boys, who are they outside of Gwi-Ma’s control, what would they have to gain by doing all of this, what are their stories?

We could theorise that all the demons in this universe were once human, with Gwi-Ma controlling them through shame patterns, but what makes the more monstrous ones different from the type the Saja Boys are? Now I know in Korean culture and mythology the undead these guys are are actually a different type altogether but the movie has clearly lumped all demons and undead together probably to save on time and worldbuilding.

If anyone wants to discuss further feel free to drop into the comments or my ask box I’m more than happy to share my thoughts and theories!

*guys I’m in the same boat as most everyone else that Jinu technically isn’t dead bc his soul is in Rumi’s now but if he was able to communicate with her in any way they would’ve put that in the movie I’m thinking he’s basically completely dormant and sleeping in there nestled next to her soul.