#debs reference

[susahnasomething]

p a p e r c a r m i sped ran this drawing so i wouldnt lose motivation them<3

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[madds-halflingism]

damn Alice how come the langs let you have three partners….

[speakofthedebbie]

im trying to cook but the kitchen is burning down

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

she hasnt even started it.

cadebra: Oh Glob. pep: what? cadebra: my potions paper. it's due on friday.

[speakofthedebbie]

its giving bedtime rituals @miribalis

[coleslawedcondor]

watcher world will ALWAYS be one of the best nightmare time episodes to me because im in awe at how in its relatively short (37 ish minutes [apologies it’s more like 50 minutes]) run time it juggles multiple themes, character traits, and conflicts

the constant repetition of Alice being a “little girl” when she wants to be treated like an adult. The ticket taker’s comment on “daddy’s little girl…she’ll always be your little girl,” Bill’s emphasis on “daddy-daughter” time. Bill asking Alice to “grow up” and Alice saying he won’t let her. The Blinky mascot saying creepy things to her (a sadly common impetus for girls/women for “growing up”). The carnival barker at the strong man game coaching Bill’s treatment of Alice as if Alice was a child (“needs an ass whooping”) instead of an adult. Additionally, the barker kissing Bill on the cheek could be the infantilization of Alice flipped onto Bill to show just how uncomfortable it is [side note, the emphasis on ‘possession’ (Alice belongs to Bill, his little girl) could be a reference to Bill’s disappointment with the custody situation after the divorce].

Bill’s dismissiveness of Alice’s aspirations. Despite constantly reiterating she has “time to think about it,” he inadvertently shrugs off her aspiration to be a playwright twice until he is forced to confront it on the tear jerker. It shows that though Bill complains Alice does not let him in to her life, she is attempting that connection but he is fumbling it.

Privacy. Alice’s instagram initially being private before allowing Bill in. Alice saying she doesn’t want Bill to know about her life. Possibly Deb and Ziggy’s past relationship/current relations when Alice can’t be there. The people in line to the tear jerker (“what she can’t see won’t hurt her”). Obviously the security cameras and all-knowing abilities of Blinky. But also Snigglet sharing her deepest aspiration, before being ultimately (though indirectly) punished for it [side note, perhaps the sniggles performance was a parallel to Alice’s fear of opening up to her father?].

Attribution of blame. It’s the phone. It’s Alice. It’s Bill. It’s your mother. The reality is a combo of all of these. If Bill had been more receptive to Alice, if Alice was more open about her fear of roller coasters, perhaps he wouldn’t have encouraged her to go on the tear jerker. [side note, Alice’s play was a parallel to her story in TGWDLM, right? I mean the vampire can be interpreted as Deb, a not so great influence on her. Both Deb and Alice are gay, and they die in the end of TGWDLM. That’s the ending the judges—Pokey, the Lords in Black—want. But that’s the ending that the audience does not want. The audience wants them to live. TGWDLM is scary. It is funny. Just rambling at this point but anyway I think watcher world is full of so much symbolism!!]

[traincat]

a genuine question why do people keep saying johnny is gay instead of bi? like i get it and i agree BUT why not bi?

Honestly I think this is one of those things that is totally up to personal interpretation, considering the weird Queer Grey Area Johnny lives in. I think he's gay, though I've gone back and forth over the years, but if other people want to think he's bi/pan, I don't think that's a wrong interpretation, either. (I do not control how other people label the Human Torch's sexuality, etc.)

I think, for me, what's swung my personal read on the character to gay over the years is just like, the extreme lack of actual demonstrated attraction to women. Johnny says he's attracted to women. Loudly! Frequently! Through the bullhorn! Is there a camera turned his way! Oh God please someone believe him. But when confronted with an attractive woman who wants to be intimate with him, he may go along with it, but sooner or later he's going to start ghosting.

(FF v3 #55) "'Scuze me -- I had this funny idea a guy was supposed to spend time with his girlfriend."

Look at his marriage, for example. Not the Skrull retcon stuff, although I do think that ultimately comes into play -- I'm talking about two things. There's, first off, the extreme sexlessness of the honeymoon.

(FF #301 and #302) I'm not saying like, nobody goes hiking on their honeymoon. I'm sure there's avid hikers enjoying romantic hikes out there. I'm saying that this is Johnny Storm and he's out there backpacking and visiting artist communes. Peter and Mary Jane, by comparison, were making the beast with two backs on a beach in France. (I actually really like #302 as an issue, it has a fun concept, but it does kind of highlight how Unsexy Johnny and Alicia are as a couple. The chemistry of styrofoam.)

Then there's the Crystal Emotional Affair.

(FF #305) "So things did work out in the long run!" Oh yeah you guys are gonna be real normal about each other.

(FF #317)

This never goes anywhere, mostly because of Johnny. I don't doubt Crystal would have upheld the most holiest of marital duties: cheating. (I love Crys, I just think her love 'em and leave 'em tendency is funny.) There's a lot of melodramatic bemoaning here -- she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen! She regrets her decision to leave him! They're angsting about it in the shower. Separate. Separate showers. Because this never goes anywhere even remotely physical, because Johnny Would Never Cheat On His Wife, as he says. Repeatedly.

It's important to look at the issue numbers here: Johnny and Alicia only got together in #275. They got married in #300. By #305, Johnny is basically emotionally clawing at the walls to get out of his marriage, falling back on old romances, which is something of a tendency. When Crys dumped him, after all, he tried to get back with Dorrie Evans. Nothing happened there, either.

And then much later on, when Crystal does come onto him, he's not into it.

(Marvel Knights 4 #30)

Again, there's a pattern here. After Frankie Raye left him (for Galactus), he pursued her roommate Julie Angel hard -- albeit chastely. But when Julie does kiss him, he's suddenly "over her." Johnny talks the talks but he rarely walks the walk.

(FF #236) Out of curiosity, I wanted to see what Peter was doing romantically around this exact time. Peter's a useful yardstick here because whatever else you want to headcanon about him, he's definitely romantically and sexually interested in women, and consistently portrayed that way. At this point in time (roughly late 1981), Peter was embroiling himself in a love triangle with his fellow grad students, Marcy Kane and Deb Whitman, and then also getting back together with Black Cat. He should be classified a menace against women. But while Peter is referencing cunnilingus techniques in scenes with his wife, Johnny's most overt sexual reference from his own marriage is that he's going to "darn Alicia's socks." And that's not even Johnny! That's in an imagined world that never happened! We know they were sleeping together, because Johnny certainly believes it's possible that Lyja could have been pregnant, but there's no passion between Johnny and Alicia during the marriage. And if it was just the marriage, I could write that off as him not being attracted to Alicia specifically. But it's not just the marriage.

Johnny is constantly portrayed as someone who wants to be in love, but once he's in that relationship, there's always a barrier or an obstacle. He's probably his happiest in his initial relationship with Crystal which is, uh, unfortunate, because that started when he was roughly 19 and ended at latest in his very early 20s. (Again, we're dating him by dating Peter, here -- Johnny got married very shortly before Peter did, and Peter got married, by his own statement, five years after he started college, so he was roughly 23. Johnny would also have been 23 or 24 when he got married. This means MJ was 22 when she got married oh my God put her back in that club.) And Johnny and Crystal are very cute!

(FF #64 and #67) They're adorable. But they're kids. Just because Johnny had a Pinterest board for his Plaza wedding at age 19 doesn't mean it was going to work.

Then there's Frankie -- obviously, Frankie and Johnny were not doing anything, because whenever Frankie takes off her clothes she's got a whole gold bodysuit under there. Once the reveal with her powers happens, Johnny is disturbed by Frankie's more violent tendencies. Then she leaves him for Galactus. His next "big" relationship is Alicia/Lyja, and that's. You know, that's a whole thing. After that, things never REALLY get off the ground again. There's relationships! But they don't go anywhere. This is also when the Playboy Johnny persona emerges, as shallow as it is, and while I do think there's enough evidence to headcanon that as Johnny's trauma response to the Skrull marriage, honestly it's probably just because Marvel's cadre of largely male writers in the late '90s and early '00s couldn't imagine a single blond pretty boy wouldn't be a raging skirt chaser. I'm going to address this in more detail in a reply to a different ask, but I personally believe in something called the Johnny Effect where I give every new Fantastic Four writer post-Claremont something like the first few issues to adjust to writing Johnny. There's usually a slide into a more honest look at the character after that point. Which I get -- there's characters where, after you write them for a while, you start thinking about them more in depth, and I think that's what happens with Johnny.

The third thing for me is like -- I've talked about this before but there's the history of violation linked to Johnny and intimacy. In some way, in a lot of his relationships (although not all), Johnny is lied to, has his boundaries violated, or is flat out assaulted. This isn't solely with women, granted. Daken Akihiro, Wolverine's son, engineers their (word of author canon) relationship by shooting him through the thigh with an arrow and pinning it on Bullseye. But I would not call that an isolated incident on the other party's side. It's just that it does happen a lot with women, including women he's had relationships with.

(FF #46 and #49) That's an alternate Frankie Raye, but still. You have the kiss with Psionics at the end of that arc, only for Psionics' next appearance to involve her killing one of Johnny's good friends in front of him while threatening the lives of his niece and nephew. There's a certain level of melodrama expected in romantic relationships with comics, but Johnny's drama often crosses a line in a way Peter's "bad girl" drama with, say, Felicia, doesn't. I think you could trace a lot of this back to the unaddressed aspects of the Lyja plotline, but not all of it.

Other characters just also euphemistically call him gay.

(Hulk vs Thing: Hard Knocks #3) Why does the Hulk think he's gay.

I swung around to thinking he's just not attracted to women at all through a lot of rereads and writing various meta posts and just generally thinking about him, but again, that's not like, I can't make any rules here, I can just make my own case. If other people want to view him as bi, I think you could make a case, too. From my perspective, there's a lack of demonstrated attraction to women (even the weird Sexy Cosplayers scene in Miller's run is a set up so a film crew can walk in on him and he abandons them at the first opportunity) and a lack of emotional intimacy to a lot of his relationships when compared to his Very Heterosexual Male Friendships. For me, I think what's going on with Johnny is that he was put in this role as a teenager of the Celebrity Teen Heartthrob, and he was at least somewhat aware at that point in time that the Fantastic Four's security depended heavily on both him and Sue being desirable to fans. But boyband-types grow up, and Johnny has struggled to match his image to what's "desirable" to his current market group -- but he knows it involves him in a high profile relationship with a woman, and that's where a lot of his post-Alilyja relationships have come from. (Darla, Kourtney, Nita, etc.) I think Dark Wolverine demonstrated that if Johnny's in the closet, it's not to his family. They know what's going. It's the rest of the world Johnny keeps himself closeted over, because he links his high flying heartthrob image to safety.

(Daken: Dark Wolverine #4) "Is peace hard to come by for you?"

But again, sexuality headcanons -- and again, Johnny is not canon-by-corporate queer -- are personal. These are just my thoughts on the subject.

(FF v6 #5) "Be brave, Johnny Storm."

[the-oblivious-writer]

The Science of Loss

Dexter Morgan and Reader

Part Two: Dexter’s Perspective

Summary: Even in death you hold a great impact in Dexter Morgan's life.

Warning(s): Swearing, (major) character death, clinical descriptions of death/crime scenes, mentions of violence, grief/loss, secondary trauma (Deb), and murder/references to

Notes: Although this is a part two, it can be read separately from Deb's perspective. This is a platonic Dexter and Reader fic, let me know if I should do more

Debra's Perspective

You were one of the few people who never made Dexter feel like he needed to perform humanity. Your interactions in the lab had a comfortable precision – you'd both speak the language of blood patterns, trajectory analysis, victim positioning. He didn't have to manufacture the appropriate emotional responses because you never demanded them. You understood silence.

Now he stands in the lab where you used to work, and the silence feels different. Heavy. He touches the microscope you'd use to analyze trace evidence, remembers how you'd explain your findings without the theatrical flourish Masuka employed. Just clean, methodical observations. You'd been easier to understand than most humans.

"The blood pool indicates they were conscious for approximately two minutes after the shot," he tells Deb, because these are the facts he knows how to process. His sister stares at him with red-rimmed eyes, and he recognizes that this information isn't helpful. You would have known how to translate between his analytical approach and Deb's raw emotion. You'd done it countless times before.

The security footage plays on his laptop. He's analyzed it like any other crime scene: entrance angle, shooter position, blood spatter direction. But something uncomfortable shifts in his chest when he watches you step in front of the teenage clerk. A protective instinct that doesn't align with efficient survival. It's the kind of human behavior he's always struggled to understand, but somehow made sense when you did it.

"You know what's fucked up?" Deb's voice cracks. "They would have fucking loved analyzing their own crime scene. All that blood spatter data."

Dexter nods, because you would have. You shared his fascination with the technical aspects of death, though yours came from a place of justice rather than necessity. You'd once spent three hours explaining to him how different blood pattern classifications could reveal a victim's final moments. Not because it was relevant to a case, but because you recognized his genuine interest.

He finds himself in the morgue at night, standing where your body had been. The metal table reflects the fluorescent lights, and he remembers how you used to joke that the morgue had better lighting than your apartment. Dark humor that made others uncomfortable but made perfect sense to him.

"I don't know how to help her," he tells the empty table. Deb is spinning out, breaking down, and his usual scripts for performing brotherly comfort feel inadequate. You would have known what to say. You always knew how to reach her when she retreated behind her walls.

The irony doesn't escape him – seeking advice from a memory of someone who helped him understand human connection. But you had been different. You didn't try to fix his peculiarities or demand conventional emotional responses. Instead, you'd simply included him in your understanding of human variation. "Different wavelengths," you'd called it, "but still on the spectrum."

He keeps your last case file. Not for sentimental reasons – he doesn't do sentimental – but because your analysis was always impeccable. Sometimes he reads your notes, appreciating the logical progression of your thoughts. The way you could look at violence and find patterns, meaning, justice.

The young shooter is caught three weeks after your death. Dexter sits in the observation room during the interrogation, studying the teenager's body language, the tremor in his hands. His Dark Passenger whispers familiar suggestions, but he remembers your voice during late-night lab discussions:

"Justice isn't always about punishment, Dexter. Sometimes it's about understanding why."

You'd said that after a particularly brutal case, your gloved hands steady as you processed evidence. He hadn't understood then – his own sense of justice had always been more… direct. But watching the terrified kid break down during questioning, he thinks maybe he's beginning to grasp what you meant.

Deb finds him organizing blood slides one night. Not his special collection – just routine case evidence. But he's doing it the way you taught him, with that extra level of precision you always insisted on.

"You miss them too, don't you?" she asks, her voice rough. "In your own way."

He considers this. Misses your predictable presence in the lab? Yes. Misses how you helped him navigate complicated social situations? Also yes. But there's something else – an unfamiliar discomfort when he passes your empty workstation. A hesitation before using your favorite microscope.

"Yes," he says simply, because you appreciated when he didn't elaborate unnecessarily.

Harrison asks about you sometimes. You'd been good with him, patient in a way that matched Dexter's own careful approach to fatherhood. You'd explained complex forensic concepts to Harrison in ways that satisfied his curiosity without disturbing his innocence. A balance Dexter often struggled to find.

"Where did Y/N go?" Harrison asks one evening.

Dexter remembers your discussions about death, how you'd emphasized the importance of being honest with children while respecting their developmental stage. He tries to channel your measured approach.

"They died," he says carefully. "Someone made a very bad choice with a gun, and Y/N tried to protect another person."

"Like a hero?"

Dexter thinks about your final moments on the security footage. The calculated risk, the protective instinct, the technical perfection of the blood spatter you left behind. "Yes," he says. "Like a hero."

He helps Deb pack up your apartment because that's what siblings do, according to the social scripts he's learned. Your forensics journals are organized by date and subject matter. Your case files are meticulously labeled. Even in death, you maintain the order that made you comprehensible to him.

"Fuck," Deb chokes out, finding one of your hair ties. She crumples, and Dexter moves to support her weight, remembering how you'd coached him through similar situations.

"Let her feel it," you'd advised during one of Deb's previous crises. "You don't have to fix it. Just be there."

So he is. He holds his sister while she breaks apart, and though he can't fully understand her grief, he recognizes its patterns. The way it spreads like blood spatter – predictable trajectories, measurable impact points, analyzable distribution.

Later, he finds your notes on his own blood spatter analysis. Margins filled with observations, questions, suggestions for improvement. You'd approached his work with the same detailed attention he gave to his… extracurricular activities. Not questioning, just analyzing. Seeking to understand.

"Your brother processes things differently," he overhears you telling Deb once. "It's not wrong, just different. Like how blood spatter can tell different stories depending on the angle you view it from."

The metaphor had been oddly perfect, much like your presence in his carefully constructed world. You didn't disrupt his patterns or expose his secrets. You simply observed, analyzed, and accepted the evidence before you.

He keeps your forensics kit in his lab. Not out of sentiment – Dexter Morgan doesn't do sentiment – but because your organizational system was superior to the department standard. At least, that's what he tells himself when he finds his hands lingering on the latches, remembering how you'd walk him through your processing methods.

"Evidence tells stories," you'd say, "but only if we listen carefully."

He's listening now, in his own way. To the stories told by your absence. The way Deb's grief spreads like high-velocity spatter. The void you left in the lab's carefully calibrated ecosystem. The subtle changes in his own patterns since you've been gone.

It's not grief as others experience it. He knows this, just as he knows he processes everything differently. But it's something. A disruption in his carefully maintained routine. A gap in his understanding of human interaction. A missing data point in his ongoing study of normal behavior.

You would have appreciated the analytical approach to processing your loss. Would have helped him categorize these unfamiliar reactions with the same precision you brought to blood spatter analysis. Would have understood that his version of missing you would manifest in reorganized evidence boxes and late nights reviewing your case files.

The science of loss, he discovers, is messier than other sciences. Less predictable than blood spatter. Harder to categorize than DNA evidence. But he continues to study it, methodically documenting its effects on Deb, on the department, on his own carefully structured world.

Because that's what you would have done. You would have looked at the evidence, analyzed the patterns, and accepted the conclusions – even the uncomfortable ones. Even the ones that suggest that maybe, in his own unique way, Dexter Morgan is capable of missing someone who made his world more comprehensible.

The security footage plays one last time. He watches you make the statistically illogical choice to step in front of danger. Watches the blood pattern bloom across your chest – medium-velocity spatter, consistent with a single gunshot wound. Watches you break protocol to protect another person.

And something in his carefully ordered mind shifts, just slightly. A new pattern emerging from familiar data. A different way of understanding sacrifice, justice, connection.

You would have appreciated the symmetry of that – teaching him something new, even after you're gone.

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[speakofthedebbie]

all im hearing is vaggie making an aita post after ep 6

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

[hyper-alice]

So I’m watching another production of TGWDLM right now (go watch it please) and of course I’m going to yap about it as I watch so here

I love the opening choreo and the set is so epic!! I love the glow-in-the-dark green vibe with the painted handprints on the back wall

the way Ted rolls Paul out on a wheelie chair, then the whole cast conga lines a bit just to gather around and collectively call Paul a piece of shit I’m dying lmaoo

Melissa actually asked Charlotte about the softball league while Mr. Davidson and Paul were talking :)

Charlotte: But- we skipped last month… The audience: (gasp!)

Charlotte pulled out the biggest fucking flask ever help

while Melissa and Paul were talking Ted walked up to Bill, talked to him about some folder, then immediately got mad and walked away lmao

and then the way he ran up to ask Paul about beanies

Ted: Get me a chai iced tea okay?! Asshole.

Zoey (clearly not working): HiiWelcometobeanies.

Paul and the coffee shop jerk racing each other to the counter loll

“Yeeeah can I get a grandie caramel frappie in a venti cup 10 pumps of frappie roast, 3 shots of espresso no carmeldrizzl whip on top?”

Emma sounds so deadpan free my girl she just wants to go home

“I’m never coming back here again, that sign’s bullshit!!” (Proceeds to sit down and drink his drink anyways)

Pete is so aggressive I’m crying

I love this Harmony Jones please her running backwards to maintain a convo a few seconds longer

The Homeless Man digging through the trash while Paul and Harmony are talking I love that

HM waddles too what a guy

The audience lost it when Ted came out in a robe with Charlotte lol

“If you don’t like what we’re doing here-” (aggressive sexual dance) “there’s the door!” (angry strut off stage)

Sam (walking on stage past Emma): Mm… harghhh haharghh

Sam (now standing next to Zoey): SCUSEMEMAM!

SOUTHERNSAM SOUTHERN SAM SOUTHERNSAM

“That uniform is so fucking sexy on you” (Sam does sexy model poses at audience)

Bill rolling across stage on the chair and holding whatever the hell he’s using as a steering wheel

“Hey Siri, call Alice” (Siri proceeds to not do as asked and there is another several seconds of Bill struggling to call Alice as the audience laughs their asses off)

Deb: Well then I guess we’re out. Danny: WHFATWHAGTHEFYUCK??

The professor aggressively runs on stage, makes slutty poses while talking, and aggressively runs off stage. 10 out of 10 no notes.

Donna was voiced by one of the guys doing an aggressive high pitched voice while Dan had a pretty low voice. I’m using the word aggressive to describe a lot of this play and that’s a positive

The opening dancing to LDDDD was literally just two people running and jumping across a silent stage lmao yeah I’d be confused too

“I’m not a bad guy.” (Harmony Jones ominously steps closer) “I’ve donated to charities in the past” (she steps closer again) “Not yours…” (she does not break eye contact before bursting into song)

The Homeless Man began gyrating his hips at the start of his verse. Yeah I don’t doubt that that’s Ted at all

The world is my ✨house✨

“The dogs are my food RUFF!OH LOOK a new blouse!” HEY MELISSA REFERENCE?!

“🎶Dancing on the concrete🎶 It used. To hurt. A lot.”

They put Pete and HM Ted next to each other HAHAHHAHAHA IM FINE

During the chorus overlapping bit in LDDDD Harmony Jones was miming conducting that’s so cool I could easily see the 4/4 bar movement

Harmony Jones really pulled Paul to the front of the stage just to push him onto the floor and have everyone stand over him Inevitable style

Amazing ending pose

They said the lights down thing and the HM chucked his hat across the stage as he was running off amazing

(moving props after LDDDD) set change set change

Bill ranting about Alice to Ted buddy he doesn’t care :(

Bill: “-a god dang meteor! 🎶Mamma Mia🎶” (CLAP)

Char didn’t get the coffee in the sugar joke and Bill had to explain it to her lmao I love her

Okay these productions might unironically make me a BillTed shipper this shits getting crazy

“He didn’t get home at all” (everyone staring) “IwouldntknowiwasntthereatallFUCK”

Ted slaying those shoes

Paul: Oh, my reports! I’m gonna get it Ted: HA! Loser!

Mr. Davidson started up his song like a robot powering on I never knew I needed that

What Do You Want Paul? is beyond words PLEASE

Mr. Davidson never walking normally

He did the “too many curves” bit except every curve got shorter and wider as he went down

“Carol I want you to.. get a BBL” GAGGED IM CRYING

“If you leave you’re fired ☺️” (kiss on the head)

I need to stop WDYWP? deserves its own post this is madness

Pete and the guy with the hat were in LDDDD but also appeared in Beanies later so they got uninfected?? Or they were faking not being infected during cup of coffee?? Either way wow Pete apotheosis on stage real

on the topic of Pete and Guy With Hat, then sitting next to each other in Beanies was so awkward lol. GWH waves to Pete, Pete moves farther away. Pete keeps looking over at GWH as he’s on his phone. Beanies is a very awkward place from what I see

Pete was just dying to tip when Emma and Paul were talking lol. Then Nora and Zoey came out from behind doors the second the money went in the jar? I fully believe the people we see die in the coffee shop were already dead they were just pulling some scare factor or some shit lmao. Also Pete really enjoyed the tip song kicking his feet and stuff what a silly

Emma just chucking shit at the customers lmaoo

Nora and Zoeys dance moves I’m crying

LMAO during the “walking through the audience shrub alley way” bit Emma said “that shrub is talking??”

Ted was the only one actually in the trash can lol

“If you wanna stay in our hiding spot you’d better be FUCKING quiet, okay?” I’m starting to think this Ted doesn’t like Paul

Paul tried to whisper “the latte hatte, remember?” into Ted’s ear but Ted kept pretending he couldn’t hear him until Paul had to say it out loud lmao what an ass

Ted: Paul, Paul, Paul- Paul: You’re drunk?

Ted very much struggled to get out of the trashcan, he used Emma to hold onto

Charlotte: I called Sam, he should be able to help us! Paul: I love the cops! 😁 . Bill: Yeah, me too! ☺️

Show Me Your Hands is also wonderfully chaotic, aggressive dancing even more aggressive the guy who plays Jeff’s characters is such a treat

Sam: Put it in your mouth and SUCK IT! Charlotte: Sam, please don’t suck it

Oh yeah Ted is drunk that is not a sober man why is he trying to match the cops’ freak

Charlotte didn’t even have to grab Sam’s gun the cops just pointed at Sam on the ground, did a high pitched Wicked riff and ran lmao

she did still grab the gun and start pointing it at the others tho

they changed the alien insides from blue to green (to better fit the theme probably)

THAT’S NOT HIS BRAIN IT’S FUCKING GREEN!!

Ted is gold

“I vote we go to the panic room and we beg for the king’s help, who’s with me? I got whatever the fuck her name is, I got Bill. Paul?Charlotte?Paul?Charlotte?”

(Charlotte picks up Sam’s gun) “Oh yeah, that’s yours.” “Should she have that right now?”

Ted (after looting Sam’s hat, now refusing to help carry him): Oh no, fuck that man.

The long string of “gates opening” noises (like that one AVPS scene where Ron opens the train compartment door idk that’s the best I can explain it)

The professor pointing the gun at Sam byee

Professor Hidgens shoving the blue green shit in Charlotte face help

“Alexa, be a good girl and dim the lights” is wild

Angry Charlotte I love you

Ted: If I’m gonna die, I’m gonna go out doing the thing I love most. Screwing around with another man- (realizes he put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and jumps up) -‘S WIFE

THE SEX MUSIC STARTING UP AND THE LIGHTING CHANGE IM CRYING

no thoughts just this

Then she drops him and he lays in the fetal position on the floor for a bit

Ted and Charlotte the disaster couple of all time he’s arguing like a child I can’t do this

Ted repeatedly flipping her off as he walks away lmaoo

WHY AM I TIED TO A CHYYEAR??

More banger batshit choreo in You Tied Up My Heart, I can’t get enough of this guy

Swivel chairs are such an enhancement

WHAT THE FUCK NOT THE NIGHTMARE TIME MOTIF PLAYING AT THE SCENE CHANGE AFTER CHAR DIES WGHATT

Bill: I’m gonna kick your head! Audience: Ooooooohhh

Bill just flopping down hard on the floor after the kick-your-head argument lmao

Emma sounds so sad during her monologue to Paul my girl :(((

Paul: You’re the reason I don’t like musicals. :) Emma: Thanks Paul.

That long note Charlotte has at the start of Join Us (And Die). Her actress kept making the note higher!!

Sam immediately beelining for Ted

Ted is the one freaking out the most, this man is losing his shit (as it should be). Also he tried to shoot at Sam with a gun but it was out of bullets lmao

During the “sing Moana” bit Paul and Ted did the “HOUH HOUH” thing at each other

Someone needs to keep alcohol away from Ted all he’s been doing is drinking this whole apocalypse I swear

The professor saluted at Bill when he said “god speed”

Okay shit I’m cutting it off at act one since this is already so long, I’ll probably make a part two of this as I watch but it’s already taken me like three hours to get through act one since I keep pausing help.

anyways if you actually read this whole thing, props to you, reblog like a cat emoji or some shit idk I need to know if anyone actually read this

[speakofthedebbie]

i love prezler law ads bc the ice slipping is literally so dramatic. like if i fell on ice like a fucking cartoon character i dont think i would be able to sue the shame would be too high

[sweetsuecherries]

brian meets his new babydoll

𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒… 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒷 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒾

Goddamn, was it hard for brian not to laugh when detectives planned to stop by and interview one of his failed victims-

who he was now treating and making prosthetics for. it was a strange clash of his day job and night life, he found it amusing.

but he ended up praying to a God he isn’t sure of in gratitude for that day, that situation- he met the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. you, of course!

you came by with deb, you call her debbie, she’s your good friend and you immediately picked up on the looks she was giving the doctor. you wouldn’t want to go after her crush-

but what ownership does she have over him, really, i mean especially when he’s looking at you with heart eyes. this type of heart eyes, it isn’t masquerading to make the miami whores fall for him- it’s real.

you didn’t dress like debbie, so masculine and boxy. you weren’t maria either, overly feminine to the point of resembling a shower curtain. you had a classy, babydoll esque dress. so pretty, all to interview some guy. or no, not for anything in particular- you were just like that. hair tied back with a clip, you added a pretty flower you’d found outside. you were, for lack of better word, perfect.

“i’m gonna grab some coffee, see what this fuckin’ shithole has in the cafeteria” deb mutters to you, standing up from the small couch next to you. you nod, your eyes focus on bri- rudy, to you anyways, going over something with tony, mister missing leg and arm.

as deb walks away, rudy’s eyes follow; not in a sexual way, but in relief, bordering on excitement. he makes his way over to you, tossing the manila file to the side, leaving tony on a cliff hanger of a sentence. your eyes widen slightly, you look down and play with the hem of your dress, as if you weren’t staring at him, as if your heart wasn’t thumping like a bunny because he was walking over!

he doesn’t say anything at first, looking down at you with his hands in his pockets. he tilts his head, studying your pretty eyes and the way your lashes extend as they go out, like butterfly wings.

you open your mouth to speak after a good 17 seconds, but he beats it to you with a soft chuckle.

“it brings out your eyes.”

“uh- thank you, but what are you-“

his hand extends to the flower in your hair. your smaller hand, manicured with the finest of champagne glitter color, reaches out to feel the soft petals too. your pinkie- rudy had never seen something so ordinary look so adorable, brushed against his thumb and he felt the closest feeling to slicing open a body he’d had sense- well, doing just that. he was giddy.

he was smooth. you were special alright, but his hyperactive attraction and admiration for you didn’t remove his swagger- he knew how to get a pretty little girl like you easy, but you were more then just that. why? he didn’t know yet, he met you 5 seconds ago, it was just something in your heart.

“oh thank you, there’s pretty flowers that grow outside of miami metro. i found this one matched my dress” why do you almost sound like, what, dorothy? so soft spoken, so sweet, kind and a level of class and- innocence.

“oh i bet, based off of that one they’re the prettiest flowers that grow”

you giggled- that was really sweet. it wasn’t even complimenting you but the flowers, revealing that he felt the same way about them that you did. it was like he was complimenting your soul.

but to him, it was just such a sweet laugh he wanted to squeeze your face off. you were so pretty though, he wouldn’t wanna ruin it. he could so easy too, that’s the thing, ughhh what to do what to do!

“you’re a vice girl, i take it?” rudy, cocks an eye brow, nodding his head to reference your dress. it wasn’t too revealing, but too much so for a detective to wear. ugh, man did you love debbie but you’d rather become a victim of this ice truck killer guy then dress like her.

“mhm, here to ‘learn’ from debbie, butttt mostly cuz the streets are empty today” you shrug, you act so busy by playing with the lace on that hem that he wants to grab your soft hands away.

instead, he just grabs one of your loose curls at the end of your hair, your long long hair of course it’s long.

he lets about a hum, almost of approval. “you’re almost unbelievable as a vice girl”

“why? what does that mean?” you asked, your pretty eyes wide. it kinda seemed like if he meant it in a bad way you’d cry.

he didn’t know how to answer that. he desired you, wanted you, not in the way he wanted the hookers. but he couldn’t tell you that was the difference. he could say somethin’ sweet, though, make up for the things he’ll inevitably do once he wins you over.

“too pure”

you bite your lip at that- a little offensive to girls you loved but the way he meant it was just to make you feel special. you weren’t above it, it worked.

“well.. thank you” you sounded so sweet, a little shy, your eyes finally being brave enough to look up at him. you only met his for a second, before your gaze shifted around his features, nerves and admiration in your eyes. he wasn’t just debbie’s crush anymore- you were about to write about him in your diary…!

speaking of, rudy’s reluctant sigh, as he was facing the door, almost rudely let you know debbie came back. it was rudy’s cue to leave, let you guys talk to this tony guy.

he knew he’d see you again, if you didn’t come back with deb (which he would bet dexters life you will) he would make sure of it.

“they only had black coffee, sons of bitches” debbie told you as an apology as she sipped her coffee, only one in her hands. you don’t really care, you nod, your eyes fixed on your new crush. rudyyyyyy!!!!

he gave deb a nod as a goodbye, almost a little bit irish, but he turned his whole body to you before exiting. he sighed, the hand that touched the soft petals and your softer hand gave a little wave, something he knew you’d adore.

and once again, you did. you giggle and wave back, your lips desiring to blow a kiss but you decide against it, choosing debbie’s feelings instead. it was enough though, he chuckled as he closed the door, leaving you be. he leaned against it for a moment, taking it all in, wanting to take you in.

brian, rudy, covered his mouth to hide his laugh. it was amusing, in the same way him treating tony- better known as a failed kill in his mind, was amusing. it was just like a sign from God, he knew it now.

he was allowed to have a little fun…!

[kjupchurch-xx]

Conflicting Feelings Part Four

I smirked, "Toxic in a sexy way, huh?" I teased.

He bit his lip, "You don't think so, love?" He asked, trying to keep his face as serious as possible. 

I looked at him, in the bed beside me, only wearing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, my hand still resting on his chest. "I happen to think you're sexy in other ways." 

He tilted his head at me, "Oh?" He asked curiously, raising his brow in my direction. 

I nodded enthusiastically, "I think you're really sexy when you make me food." I said sarcastically.

He giggled, "That's not where I thought this was going." 

I propped myself up on my elbows beside him, "Where exactly did you think this was going?" 

He chuckled, "You really want to play innocent, don't you?" He asking jokingly.

I smirked, "Would it really be that fun if I didn't?" I said while tapping my chin causing him to laugh. 

He glanced at my cleavage before glancing back up to face me, "You're going to act like you didn't purposely wear that top?" 

I shook my head, "This wasn't for you. I packed light." I said matter of factly causing him to snicker. 

He glanced over to the side of the dresser noticing that I did in fact not pack light, nor had I ever for literally anything and laughed, "You're something else." He said, bringing my hand up and kissing my knuckles lightly. 

His phone began buzzing again, he grabbed it, answering it on speaker phone. Ryan's voice immediately filled the room, "YOU DIRTY DOG!" He shouted trying to contain his laughter causing Hugh and I to look at each other and begin dying laughing. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, mate." Hugh said bluntly. 

"You don't know what I'm talking about mate, my fucking ass, Jackman!" Ryan yelled, in an awful attempt at an Australian accent. 

"Blake said she was busy." Hugh snickered back.

Ryan failed at containing his laughter, "I'm not mad at you. Get your dick sucked and call me later. Tell her I said g'day." 

"Bye, Ryan." I said giggling, cutting Hugh off as he went to speak before ending the call. 

I grabbed my own phone, noticing my followers tripling as I noticed he tagged me in his post on his Instagram. He pushed at my hand that was holding my phone, putting on his best pouty face, "Put your phone down and kiss me." 

I giggled, "Will you stop making that god awful face if I do?" I said while sitting my phone on the bedside table. 

He shrugged, "It depends on how good of a kisser you are." He joked, making the pouty face more dramatic. 

I playfully rolled my eyes, "I hate you. Come here." I said as I pulled him over towards me, locking my lips on his as I grabbed both sides of his face, holding it in place. 

His hands found their way to my hips as he pulled me on top of him, continuing to kiss me as I sat on his hips. He slowly removed his lips from mine, "You're an incredible kisser." He said before locking his lips back on mine as I deepened the kiss. I could feel his excitement beneath me growing, but everything suddenly came to an end as my phone began ringing. 

I moaned annoyingly, reaching over to grab it. My mouth dropped as I saw the name "Debbora-Lee" pop up on my phone. This was about to get interesting... "Who is it? What's wrong, love?" Hugh asked. 

I turned my phone around for him to see, "Oh, fuck. Just don't answer it." He said sternly.

Why should I not answer it? Is she mad about the Instagram post? Was she not just sitting with another man on her own Instagram? I decided to ignore Hugh's wishes and answer, bracing myself for impact. Deb never had an issue with me. She had her suspicions, but she could be a jealous person from time to time. For example - He was never allowed to make a movie with Angelina Jolie. 

"Hello?" I answered, trying to sound as nice and normal as possible. I knew she'd seen the picture. It was making waves online. 

She wasn't having it. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked with a hint of attitude in her voice.

I sighed, "What are you referring to, Debbora-Lee? I'm sitting in bed, at my hotel room." 

Hugh looked at me, clearly annoyed I didn't listen and answered the phone. She began raising her voice at me, "Yeah? In bed with my husband?!" 

I chuckled, "So we're just going to act like you're not also with someone?" I asked, amusement dripping from my voice. 

"That is my friend! Nothing more! You've been in love with my husband for years! Don't play stupid!" She yelled. 

I rolled my eyes, "First off, why in the fuck are you calling me? Maybe if you actually acted like you gave a shit about your husband, he wouldn't have confided in me so much. But where were you? You obviously were too busy when his dad died, which ended in me having to go to England to deal with shit you should've been dealing with! But where the fuck were you?!" 

She sat silenced.  "I mean fuck, you told Hugh it was the dogs. You told me it was the kids. Whose dick were you too busy riding? I mean seriously. Don't act so fucking innocent, Debbora. I should've ripped your ass in half in England, but your husband saved your ass." I spat back. 

She chuckled, "You don't know what you're talking about, you dumb bitch!"

Hugh finally spoke up, cutting us both off, "Okay, let's stop. Deb, she did nothing wrong. If you're out living your life, I'm going to live mine. What do you want from me? Do you expect me to sit and beg for you to come back home?" He asked, a bit annoyed and feeling somewhat defeated. 

She no longer wanted him, but she didn't want him to want others. She expected him to bend over backwards for her like he'd had for 27 years. 

Deb's voice softened, "No Hugh, I don't. I'm just pissed you're with her. She's spent years around our family and now she's your little girlfriend. Do you not realize she isn't but two years older than our son?"

"She's not my little girlfriend, Deb." He said nonchalantly. 

So all of the last 24 hours have been what exactly? A hot young rebound? His words shook me to my core. He noticed and told Deb they would speak later and to not call me anymore. As he hung up my phone, he looked over at me, "Listen-"

I cut him off, putting my hand over is mouth. "I'm good. We're friends, right? Friends don't sleep in other friend's beds, so feel free to find your way to the sofa or get your own room. Either way, I'm going to sleep." I said coldly. 

"Babe-" He tried to interject, grabbing my arm. 

I jerked it away, "I'm done talking about this. Look, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. I don't want to hear anything else." I said, raising my voice. 

"Will you please just fucking listen to me?" He said, becoming annoyed. 

I shook my head, "There's nothing to listen to. Get the fuck out of my bed and let me go to sleep. I'm literally begging you at this point."  I got up, grabbing the blanket, "Fuck it. I'll go to sleep on the sofa." 

He grabbed my arm again, getting up from the bed, blocking me. "Why are you acting like this?" He asked. 

I shrugged, "I don't know, Hugh. But I'm getting really fucking tired of cleaning up your and her bullshit. I'm tired of always running to fucking fix you after she's hurt your feelings for the millionth fucking time all to watch you fall right back into her and her magical vagina or whatever the fuck she has that keeps you running back." 

He rolled his eyes, "I never said I was going back to her. I told her we'd talk later to end the conversation." 

I chuckled dryly, "Why? So you could spend more time with me? I'm not your girlfriend, remember? I'm just some sleazy ass rebound so you can get your dick wet for the first time in a year. Do not play me like I'm fucking stupid!" I screamed as I tried to get past him. 

He grabbed my hands tightly, "I'm not trying to play you like you're stupid, love. You're not a rebound. If you were a rebound, I would've had a go at you last night or I would've tried to make a move when we were alone in England in bed together." 

I stood, looking everywhere but him as he continued, "You are my best friend. I mean motherfucker, you've watched me cry like a bloody baby. I would never do anything to hurt you, love. This is why I told you to ignore her when she rang you. You get so in your head and you let others get into your head. Had she not rang, would you be acting like this?" 

I slowly shook my head, still refusing to look at him, "No, I'm just tired of this shit."

He sighed, "Can I hug you?" 

I nodded, "I told you, I'm yours. The only reason I didn't tell her that was because I was tired of hearing her bullshit. I wanted off the phone, I wanted you off the phone. You said we should lay low for a bit, so no, I was not going to tell her about this." 

I sighed, "You're not wrong. I mean, I understand why. I guess I'm just scared of getting hurt." I said, looking up to face him as he pulled me into a hug. 

He stroked my hair, "Love, I wouldn't ever hurt you. You know I wouldn't. Stop letting her get into your head. She's bitter and probably hurt. I don't think she ever truly thought I'd move on. And you know how she is, you know she's going to say whatever it takes to get under your skin." 

He wasn't wrong. I've known them for years. If she's mad, everyone knows it and she makes sure of it. Even if he has to completely pull something out of her ass just to upset someone, she doesn't hesitate. 

He looked at me as I looked up to him, "Please come back to bed with me." He asked, almost pleading with me. 

I gave him a half-smile, "Fine..." I walked back towards the bed, pulling his arm to come with me as we collapsed beside one another. I climbed back on top of him, "Now, where were we?" I asked, smirking. 

He giggled, "Were you not just accusing me of using you as a rebound and now you're on top of me?" 

I shrugged, "I don't know. Wasn't me. Must've been Patricia." I said channeling my inner Split. If you've never seen Split, it's the dude with multiple personalities. Patricia being one. 

He laughed, "Yeah? Let's bring the regular version out please. Patricia's depressing." He joked. 

"Really? Damn, I guess I know who to not call when I'm having a bad day." I said sarcastically. 

He smirked, "Oh, stop it." He said as he leaned upwards kissing me. "I thought you were going to bed." He said.

I leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I was, but I'm just going to be honest, I felt your boner earlier and I'm kinda curious." 

He erupted in laughter, blushing, "Really?" 

I nodded, "Hugh, Huge, whatever your name is. I can see why. 100%." I tried to keep my face straight but was failing. 

He chuckled, "You know, I started that rumor. So do with that information what you will." 

I snickered, "Can I at least see it?" 

He looked at me wide eyed, "Are you-are you seriously asking me this right now?" He tried to stop chuckling as he began turning red. 

I shrugged, "One little peak."

He laughed, "Can you go to bed?" 

I smirked, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." 

He playfully pushed me off of him, "What are you? 5?" 

I bit my bottom lip, "6 actually, now can I please see your penis?" 

He threw a pillow at me, "Not when you say it like that, you absolutely cannot." 

I fake pouted, "I offered to show you mine." 

He shook his head, "I don't think I want to see your penis." 

"Goodnight Hugh, I do not have a penis, thank you very much. Except the one in my suitcase. But I would've shown you something you would've really liked and now that's not happening." I said, while laughing, losing whatever composure I was holding onto. 

I rolled over with my back facing him. I felt him snake his arms around me, trailing light kisses down my exposed neck to my shoulder. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? Just 15 minutes ago you thought you were my rebound. I don't want you to get that idea." His voice now serious while stopping the kisses. 

I sighed, "I know I'm not a rebound for you. I was just hurt and she pissed me off."

 He softly kissed my shoulder, "Okay, but if at any point, you want to stop or if you start feeling that way, I want you to tell me..." He said reassuringly. 

I nodded, "I will. Promise." 

[reasonsforhope]

Interior Department Announces New Guidance to Honor and Elevate Hawaiian Language

"In commemoration of Mahina ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, or Hawaiian Language Month, and in recognition of its unique relationship with the Native Hawaiian Community, the Department of the Interior today announced new guidance on the use of the Hawaiian language.  

A comprehensive new Departmental Manual chapter underscores the Department’s commitment to further integrating Indigenous Knowledge and cultural practices into conservation stewardship.  

“Prioritizing the preservation of the Hawaiian language and culture and elevating Indigenous Knowledge is central to the Biden-Harris administration's work to meet the unique needs of the Native Hawaiian Community,” said Secretary Deb Haaland. “As we deploy historic resources to Hawaiʻi from President Biden’s Investing in America agenda, the Interior Department is committed to ensuring our internal policies and communications use accurate language and data."  

Department bureaus and offices that engage in communication with the Native Hawaiian Community or produce documentation addressing places, resources, actions or interests in Hawaiʻi will use the new guidance on ‘ōlelo Hawaiʻi (Hawaiian language) for various identifications and references, including flora and fauna, cultural sites, geographic place names, and government units within the state.  The guidance recognizes the evolving nature of ‘ōlelo Hawaiʻi and acknowledges the absence of a single authoritative source. While the Hawaiian Dictionary (Pukui & Elbert 2003) is designated as the baseline standard for non-geographic words and place names, Department bureaus and offices are encouraged to consult other standard works, as well as the Board on Geographic Names database.  

Developed collaboratively and informed by ʻōlelo Hawaiʻi practitioners, instructors and advocates, the new guidance emerged from virtual consultation sessions and public comment in 2023 with the Native Hawaiian Community. 

The new guidance aligns with the Biden-Harris administration’s commitment to strengthening relationships with the Native Hawaiian Community through efforts such as the Kapapahuliau Climate Resilience Program and Hawaiian Forest Bird Keystone Initiative. During her trip to Hawaiʻi in June, Secretary Haaland emphasized recognizing and including Indigenous Knowledge, promoting co-stewardship, protecting sacred sites, and recommitting to meaningful and robust consultation with the Native Hawaiian Community."

-via US Department of the Interior press release, February 1, 2024

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Note: I'm an editor so I have no idea whether this comes off like as big a deal as it potentially is. But it is potentially going to establish and massively accelerate the adoption of correctly written Native Hawaiian language, as determined by Native Hawaiians.

Basically US government communications, documentations, and "style guides" (sets of rules to follow about how to write/format/publish something, etc.) can be incredibly influential, especially for topics where there isn't much other official guidance. This rule means that all government documents that mention Hawai'i, places in Hawai'i, Hawaiian plants and animals, etc. will have to be written the way Native Hawaiians say it should be written, and the correct way of writing Hawaiian conveys a lot more information about how the words are pronounced, too, which could spread correct pronunciations more widely.

It also means that, as far as the US government is concerned, this is The Correct Way to Write the Hawaiian Language. Which, as an editor who just read the guidance document, is super important. That's because you need the 'okina (' in words) and kahakō in order to tell apart sizeable sets of different words, because Hawaiian uses so many fewer consonants, they need more of other types of different sounds.

And the US government official policy on how to write Hawaiian is exactly what editors, publishers, newspapers, and magazines are going to look at, sooner or later, because it's what style guides are looking at. Style guides are the official various sets of rules that books/publications follow; they're also incredibly detailed - the one used for almost all book publishing, for example, the Chicago Manual of Style (CMoS), is over a thousand pages long.

One of the things that CMoS does is tell you the basic rules of and what specialist further sources they think you should use for writing different languages. They have a whole chapter dedicated to this. It's not that impressive on non-European languages yet, but we're due for a new edition (the 18th) of CMoS in the next oh two to four years, probably? Actually numbering wise they'd be due for one this year, except presumably they would've announced it by now if that was the case.

I'm expecting one of the biggest revisions to the 18th edition to add much more comprehensive guidance on non-Western languages. Considering how far we've come since 2017, when the last one was released, I'll be judging the shit out of them if they do otherwise. (And CMoS actually keep with the times decently enough.)

Which means, as long as there's at least a year or two for these new rules/spellings/orthographies to establish themselves before the next edition comes out, it's likely that just about every (legit) publisher will start using the new rules/spellings/orthographies.

And of course, it would expand much further from there.

[ro-bee]

Reference of that dog :)

I'm gonna start calling him Kirander I think (thank you again joffy, muah~)

I want to make his outfit more detailed but yeah... My finger is hurting a lot right now so no ... I'm not gonna do that, imagine it yourself

Stuff about wolf below ↓

He's still the god of death, for him death is beautiful is peace and tranquility, liberation from pain, he really doesn't like when people suffer.

Unfortunately his siblings really enjoy when people suffer (it gives them power I think) so yeah I'm not gonna go in details because I'm still thinking about this but yes, they fight.

Everything start because Kiran's plan is basically the end of the world and gods, kill all servants kill all gods and start over let the world heal and let the souls rest. (He's going for that geno run)

His siblings aren't really happy about it so after a tremendous fight they imprison him (yes they still get injured) and then we'll have all the profecy thing and all that good stuff yada yada

Then goat happen, Kiran is really sorry for goat and he doesn't really want to bring them back to life (it would means making them suffer again and again) but he doesn't have any other options and so they make a deal :)

"Bring all the bishops to me. Don't make it too painful if you can, just bring them to death and then we'll end this era of suffering together"

I think this is what Kirander would say to goat... Of course he wouldn't reveal his complete plan to goat, he knows that mortals won't understand "the great scheme of things" they can't see the bigger picture like him, he knew that if goat found out that this rebirth was going to end relatively soon in them dying again because of a God's will they wouldn't had accepted, so he omitted to them the "murder suicide" part of the deal.

but also he didn't even suspected to be betrayed by his vessel so I guess... deserved?

I think that with time and after listening to the bishops goat would find out Kiran's actual plan and also why he ended up chained in purgatory, they realized that the persecution of their kind was all done because of Kiran basically, for his stupid ideals. That would make them become more and more resentful.

Also yeah they're absolutely brutal when killing the bishops, is for revenge.

Kiran doesn't appreciate it but also does nothing to persuade them from doing horrible stuff to his siblings... Is not like he can physically stop them, he's still stuck haha.

About Aym and Baal: their names is Deb and Cal, (they're Samoyed btw) idk how they ended up with Kiran but is probably some kind of bishops shenanigans, absolutely it wasn't an act of love

As for the fight... Eeeh... I don't think goat would have to fight the two pups like... It was a murder suicide since the begging someone already took care of them now that he was free (it was painless for sure... They would be together again soon)

And then the goat betrayal

Kiran dies miserably and then he find himself back again... As a "mortal" this time because for some reason goat can't let him go so "easy" or maybe is a way for goat to actually make him pay with pain for his actions

Like "welcome to hell now doggy"

Aahhhh....

Yuppie toxic yauri