#Witty Look

[keroushi]

第20回さいたま新都心大道芸フェスティバル

Witty Look

[zipsunz]

at first sight, a similar feeling

[wittymumbledon]

🎶 That look in his eyes made me sure We'd be dancing 'till the dawn 🎶

Was listening to a playlist of mine and they just wouldn't leave my head so I had to do something about it. I am--super happy with how this came out

Bartender!Bill belongs to @mahkinarya Bartender!Ford belongs to @clacy2812

<3

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

I don't have anything witty to say, Lyna's just cool 🤩

[glindauplland]

I think Carmy and I shucked probably ten million of these peas...day in, day out like robots.

THE BEAR | 3.10: FOREVER

[pronounrespector]

pink manhunt!dream cause I said so

[arkangelo-7]

Imagining the absolutely chaotic day when Bruce Wayne tried to teach certified nerd Jason Todd how to defend himself against opponents fighting with a sword. Cause you know that training sesh instantly devloped into Jason running around like:

… and Bruce just gives up.

[void-token]

I think after listening to Caramel on loop the only thing I can add to the discussion is just how we as a fandom can do better. Yes respecting the band's privacy is absolutely what everyone should be doing and is also the most basic thing you could possibly do.

But after Caramel we need to do more, more than just telling other people to feel ashamed or to do better.

If you see people spreading their real names or pictures of them unmasked? Block them, I'm so serious. Stop giving these people views and engagement, don't argue, don't retweet or comment with something you think is a scalding or witty clapback, banish these people to the fandom's shadow realm. If you really need to confront them at most tell them that what they're doing is weirdo behavior before blocking them.

And this part is know is going to be controversial but I need you dear reader to stay with until the end. Call them out, post their usernames, tell people who these weirdos are. "Oh I don't want them dog piled or harassed" I don't either but guess what? The fandom should know who these people are so they can also block them. Not naming the people who decide to disrespect boundaries is only protecting the weirdos and they don't deserve it. Do you hear me? People who doxx the very people they say they're fans of don't deserve protection from the fandom.

Throw those weirdos out.

And if you really don't like confrontation go to the band's socials and drown out the weirdos with your love and appreciation.

Vessel has done all that he can by asking for people to let him remain anonymous and now writing and releasing Caramel. Now I think its really time for the fandom to put its collective money where its mouths are. If you really want to fight and protect Vessel (and the other of course) then this is the best way to do it. Caramel needs to be the line in the sand that the fandom says "no further, we're done with this and if you want to cross this line then we're going to push back."

[mewitti]

THEM

[ecstarry]

"The Van" idiots rosekiller meet cute? // based on this tiktok @v7lgar sent me

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Barty mumbles under his breath. With a loud groan, he throws the van into neutral and steps out. He knows he’s not a lucky guy, but after a shitty shift, all he wants is to get home. Is that really too much to ask?

At least it broke down a couple of blocks from his place. “It can’t get worse than this.”

The universe takes that as a challenge.

He keeps applying the same amount of force, but suddenly, the van becomes harder to push. His patience already paper-thin, Barty throws his weight against it with everything he’s got—but the van resists.

“For fuck’s sake.” He storms to the front to see if something got in the way in the last two minutes—but there’s nothing.

He tries again. Same thing. Stubborn as hell.

He rushes back to the driver’s seat to double-check that the transmission is still in neutral. It is. Of course it is.

Frustration doesn’t even begin to cover what he’s feeling.

He’s about to start kicking the van when he hears a voice.

—————

It’s Evan’s first day in his new place. He’s never lived alone before, and he’s trying his fucking best not to hate it. He loves his sister, but the need for privacy had become too much.

He knows Regulus and Dorcas have a bet going on about how long he’ll last on his own.

Turns out, living alone is expensive as hell. He got lucky with the apartment, even if the neighborhood’s a dump. Whatever. This is about pride.

Evan is determined to make it work. That means structure. Routine. And that starts with finding decent coffee nearby.

He takes the first right—and immediately spots a shitty van, moving slowly with no one driving it. He rushes forward to stop it.

He’s tall enough to see that the dumbass parked it in neutral and didn’t bother with the handbrake.

The street is flat—no slope, no reason for the van to be moving at all.

Frowning, Evan circles to the back, looking for anything that could be pushing it—but finds nothing. The van’s stopped. He tries to open the door to pull the handbrake, but it’s locked.

“Fucking dumbass.”

He starts walking away—until he feels the van moving again. With a muttered curse, he leans his back against the hood and pulls out his phone.

“Do you still remember how to pick locks?” he asks Regulus.

—————

Fuck no. Not today.

Barty’s van is acting up, and now some idiot thinks he picked the wrong guy to steal from.

Furious, he stalks back to the driver’s side, climbs in, and slams the door shut—determined to force the thing to work by sheer rage. He glances up—and there he is.

Blonde. Hot. Fuck. Really, incredibly hot.

The guy turns around, confused, as if he’s the one being inconvenienced. He hangs up and approaches the window.

“Is this your car?”

Barty shoots him an annoyed look—but can’t help noticing the way the guy smirks. Jesus, he’s hot.

“You left it in neutral,” the blonde says.

And it clicks. “Wait—were you pushing back my van?”

“Pushing back? You should be thanking me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even have a van.”

“Listen up, pretty boy—” Barty starts, relishing the way the guy’s eyes flick down to his lips. “My van won’t start. I was trying to push it down there.”

The guy flushes the most delicious shade of pink and glances away, clearly embarrassed.

“What’s your name?” Barty asks.

“Pretty boy works,” the guy replies, his eyes drifting back to Barty’s lips. “But I’m Evan.”

“Okay, Rosie Cheeks. Are those muscles for show, or are you actually going to help me move my van?” Barty gestures to a window a block away. “That’s me—it’s not too far.”

Evan doesn’t object to the nickname. He just nods and opens the door for Barty to hop out.

“Whatever you need, princess,” Evan says, wearing a cocky grin.

Maybe today wasn’t so shitty after all.

[lilacevans]

[charmwasjess]

pov you're the most important only guy but your cringefail apprentice is unconscious again

[shesmore-shoebill]

:]

[pronounrespector]

He's on the case!

[kenobion]

Florence Pugh and Andrew Garfield in We Live In Time

[daddy-long-legssss]