#margo is too good for us ofc

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Lad really wanted the duster to be a toy. Even though I wouldn’t let him have it, I think he had fun following it around as I dusted

[paintbrushnebula]

Miles G's love languages are same as any Miles: words of affirmation and acts of service, but the latter is the one he most often favors expressing. So with that said, during that time when he and Margo are growing closer in their friendship, something he does a lot for her is mod her games. Miles G only has some experience with video game hacking: he's homebrewed his 3DS, hacked into a game here and there, has a few abandoned WIP games with only a few rooms and a boss programmed. That's about it. It was a small hobby he picked up and then dropped after a little while out of disinterest or lack of motivation. 

Playing video games is Miles G and Margo's go-to activity when they're hanging out alone together, and something he'd always pay attention to is whenever Margo would criticize the games she's playing. Like if they had too many bugs, or bad levels, backtracking, poor combat, or issues with the game's story. And then she'll say how much it sucks whenever it's a game she personally actually enjoys, because the flaws are there and annoying and could easily not be there then her game would be perfect.

So he'd sit there thoroughly listening to her detailed critiques, filing them away in his mind for later, then thinking back to them when a light bulb goes off in his head, he thinks "wait. I know how to mod games!" Ofc that night he realizes how little he remembers how to do and cycles through YouTube for a refresher course.

So the next time they hang out he asks if Margo can lend him the exact game she complained about, then returns it to her less than two weeks later and asks if she can play it again. Margo thinks he's acting odd but goes along with it assuming he probably just really might love this game, and pops it in. So Margo's playing it, and is immediately thrown off because the things are different. The choppy combat flows better and now the player is equipped with an ultrasonic uber-powered rose-shaped shoulder cannon as well as First Tsurugi from Final Fantasy. There's a fast travel mechanic in the form of the player teleporting like a Limitless user from Jujutsu Keisen (so like, the player has animation with the hands and then the surrounding ground getting smashed. Like in the show). AND. there's all these new cutscenes added in, with noticeably wonkier animation and the characters straight up just. have different voice actors--many of which sound strangely like vocal impressions she swears she's heard Gwen do before. But they actually fix the story??? OMG? The game is...perfect now???

So she finishes the game in *one* sitting, and turns to Miles G like, "you modded it??? As in, MODDED it. You didn't just go to a dimension where this game is good and nab a copy?" And Miles G answers yes like it's no big deal. 

(That night Margo phones Gwen up at an ungodly hour, "....Gwen???!!" Interrogates Gwen about what Miles G did and Gwen, barely conscious goes "oh that's what that was for? He just sent me texts and had me repeat them into a mike")

And bro Margo is FLOORED. Firstly bc like this boy basically retooled an entire game in two weeks, which is wild, but also used all her critiques and ramblings about what would've fixed the game for her and remembered ALL of it??? Like she's realizing what a good listener he is above everything else rn, also she's like, wondering if he could teach her

So now they're both modders, having found a new activity to do together on hangouts, just modding mid games to make them peak. They consider themselves better game devs than the actual professional game devs now

[margoblack]

margo i come bearing questions‼️

★ top 5 movies for you whether it’s because you think they’re are masterpieces or it’s simply nostalgic love

★ little sonny and rafa playlists?

★ talk to me about life, the universe and everything

- what first gave you the spark to write? (and incredibly, if you don’t mind me saying)

- what’s your favourite colour? bonus why?

- if you were a flower what flower would you be and do you have a favourite? (i love flowers :p)

- what’s your star sign? (i’m sorry i may not be completely convinced but it is still fascinating)

★ some okay advice i have is indulge in what you didn’t get to experience when you were younger and revisit the good things you did

★ vent to me let it out

★ ❤️ (only if it suits you ofc‼️)

★ a fact i think is true about you is that you like cinnamon idk why you give me that vibe in the best way and that you know your history

★ 6 songs for you‼️- a bit of a genre mix

- everybody here wants you - jeff buckley

- este amor es todo mío - omar alejandro

- forever - tegi pannu, manni sandhu, prem lata

- ramble on - led zeppelin

- champagne - 311

- no one knows - brent faiyaz

let me know what you think‼️ if you hate them and think i should never be out in public again understand

I’ve being wanting to ask you some questions like this so this is perfect timing :) love, respect and kindness to you always margo‼️

- 3‼️

Dear 3,

★ top 5 movies for you whether it’s because you think they’re are masterpieces or it’s simply nostalgic love

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) My heart film. It’s inspiring, emotional, and just makes you believe in people again. I watch it whenever I’m feeling low or need a reminder that good still wins sometimes. Totally uplifting and so well-acted. 1939 was THE year for bangers.

The Fall (2006) Honestly the most beautiful movie I’ve ever seen. It’s got this dreamy, epic fantasy vibe but with a darker twist,  kind of like a grown-up Princess Bride. Every frame is stunning. It’s one of those films you just sink into. The little girl especially is fantastic.

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014) Ridiculously fun. It’s stylish, over-the-top, and doesn’t take itself too seriously, which is exactly what makes it so good. Great action, great suits, and just a blast from start to finish. My favourite memory of @wicked-felina is from this where she fell off a sofa laughing at the church scene so it has extra love with him.

Willow (1988) Total childhood comfort movie. I watched this on repeat as a kid and it still gives me that warm, magical feeling. If you’re into fantasy adventures with heart, it’s such a fun one to revisit (or discover for the first time). I still hate the pig transformation scene though, it makes me ill!

The Shop Around the Corner (1940)Enemies-to-lovers before it was a thing. It’s got secret identities, sweet romance, clever banter, all wrapped up in that old-school charm. Just a perfect little rom-com that still totally works today. 

Dark Victory (1939)  It’s an over the top tearjerker but i love it. And it mkes you cry in the best, cathartic way. The story’s emotional and dramatic without being over-the-top. Bette Davis basically has Terminal but Will Remain Beautiful disease. It's amazing. [I added a bonus as couldn’t leave my beloved Bette Davis out. The banger year again too]

★ little sonny and rafa playlists?

Hmm. 

Rafael, so 1970s birth. Oh, the poor bastard. My least favourite decade for everything. I’ll get him past 10 I think. Until he was 11 he listened to the ticking of the clock.

Run-D.M.C. – "It's Like That"

Benny Moré – "Bonito y Sabroso" / "Como Fue" [I’ve decided he used to dance with this with his abuela]

The Clash – "Rock the Casbah"

Pete Rodríguez – "I Like It Like That"

Donna Summer – "I Feel Love

Willie Colón & Héctor Lavoe – "Che Che Colé" / "La Murga"

David Bowie - “Suffragette City”

The Isley Brothers - “This Old Heart of Mine”

Prince - ALL OF THEM.

Sonny, an eighties birth. Ah, I’m back. So a mixture of Staten Island staples (probably, I’m so English), discovering punk and grunge, touches of hip hop, and guilty pleasures.

Jerry Vale – “Al Di La” - He gets a nonna dance too

Frankie Valli – “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You”

The Ramones –"I Wanna Be Sedated"

Cro-Mags – "We Gotta Know" (I’ve decided his cousin loaned him his punk records)

Billy Joel - “Only the Good Die Young” (I have a running gag that he is a massive Billy Joel fan so… him)

Beastie Boys – “Fight for Your Right” 

Nirvana – “Come As You Are”

Wu-Tang Clan – “Protect Ya Neck”

Green Day – “Basket Case”

★ talk to me about life, the universe and everything

- what first gave you the spark to write? (and incredibly, if you don’t mind me saying)

Thank you so much. I have, embarrassingly, written in the exact same style since I was… seven? As in, over the top drama, stupid jokes and a villain. I can literally remember my evil stepmother story and the last line being so OTT. I was rendered most strange by Stephen King, Sweet Valley and Point Horror, clearly. I just have always wanted to write what I’d like to read -- so I am always my first audience member, so my spark is just turning my maladaptive day dreaming into text on a page. I am beyond happy you like it!

- what’s your favourite colour? bonus why?

Orange. Because it’s so happy and bright and warm. 

- if you were a flower what flower would you be and do you have a favourite? (i love flowers :p)

I’d be a daffodil, pushing through the cold, stubborn winter just to bloom when spring finally arrives. Incidentally, also my favourite flower. [Followed by Forget Me Nots and Sunflowers].

- what’s your star sign? (i’m sorry i may not be completely convinced but it is still fascinating)

Libra! I am also… very Libra.

★ some okay advice i have is indulge in what you didn’t get to experience when you were younger and revisit the good things you did

Thank you!

★ vent to me let it out

I am... ventless. I am strange ball of neurotic and also relentessly chill. If I feel venty, I will return.

★ ❤️ (only if it suits you ofc‼️)

Ohhh, let me look. Okay. From Gimme Danger. Absolutely no editing here but:

Carisi’s spine gave a reluctant pop as he pushed open the stairwell door and stepped into the hallway. He winced, rolled his shoulder. Hours on surveillance in the back of a Crown Vic had left him stiff, sore, and in desperate need of a shower, or a borderline violent massage for the ache knotted between his shoulder blades.

But none of that mattered.

Not when he was this close. Not when he was going to see Barba.

It still got him, every single time. That little thrill. The giddy, too-big feeling in his chest that made him feel ridiculous and sixteen again, like he was about to knock on a crush’s door. It never wore off, not once in a whole year. It didn’t matter if Barba was in a foul mood, buried under ancient court transcripts, or half-asleep with his face in a legal pad, just being near him made something in Carisi’s chest settle.

What was it Huang had called it, once? Attachment security. Whatever. All Carisi knew was that being with Barba was like breathing right for the first time.

And still, there was this strange disconnect between knowing they were together. really, truly together, and being able to believe it.

It hit him in the little moments. When something made him laugh and his first instinct was, I gotta tell Raf. Or when he had a sandwich better than expected and wanted to deconstruct it with Barba, or when a weird song came on the radio and he imagined Barba’s face hearing it. Even the pointless things, Amaro’s aggressively pointed shoes, Rollins’ latest outlandish tale about her sister, some asinine email from a deputy inspector, Carisi found himself collecting them like pebbles in his pocket, treasures he couldn’t wait to spill out before Barba.

Most of the time, he didn’t even get the chance. The moments forgotten. But just thinking about it felt like practice. A coping mechanism. A way to bide the hours until he could be near him again.

★ a fact i think is true about you is that you like cinnamon idk why you give me that vibe in the best way and that you know your history

I am so very sorry to tell you, I don’t think I like cinnamon? I’m not exposed to it often so perhaps? I don’t like cinnabon anyway. Perhaps I will do the cinnamon challenge but a version where I just eat it. And I am fairly good at history but TERRIBLE at World War history. I can’t keep it in my head. Aces at monarch history in the UK (and Spain weirdly). 

★ 6 songs for you‼️- a bit of a genre mix     

Putting these all on and listening for correct response. 

- everybody here wants you - jeff buckley -- Love Jeff Buckley. But weirdly I thought this was a totally different song. Oh, God, I thought it was Everybody Loves You Now by Billy Joel. Even worse, I know THAT song from the TV show Smash so I just fell through eight floors worth of embarrassment. Anyway, this is very nice, haha.

- este amor es todo mío - omar alejandro - I love this one! I feel like I am looking at my forbidden love across a dancehall. I look away, they move towards me, eyes laser focused, I wave my fan over my eyes -- no no! My husband, the corrupt sheriff, is here. I should look up these lyrics in English to make sure that wasn’t offensive….

- forever - tegi pannu, manni sandhu, prem lata - dancey! *dances*

- ramble on - led zeppelin - bit of the Leds! Rock out!

- champagne - 311 - This is also embarrassing because I went oh, Michael Jackson’s nephews? That’s niche. But that’s 3T. I think. This is very summery and chill. Nice. My second fave of these (first being Omar’s)

- no one knows - brent faiyaz - I suddenly feel like you are too cool to be speaking to me sat holding my Billy Joel references.

I’ve being wanting to ask you some questions like this so this is perfect timing :) love, respect and kindness to you always margo‼️

Ask me anything anytime, it doesn’t need to be fic related!

[literallynharmonia]

lmao i fucking forgot to share this

not only do i have unorganized miguel heacanons but i have unorganized HOBIE ones too

i have unorganized random headcanons for all the characters i brainrot over these two are no different!!

identity headcanons first hehe:

hes trans. he probably diyed his hrt and also has top surgery somehow hes magic. (i also think he'd have tattoos over his scars, either super cool bat/devil wings or an intricate spider design on their whole abdomen cant decide ill draw it later 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉)

he, however, doesnt really have any specific sexuality or gender labels they feel like they fit into. theyre attacted to all genders of varying degrees but doesnt really put a label on it. he just exists.

also doesnt mind what pronouns you use for her. any/all. basically.

also also would encourage people to use the weirdest and coolest neopronouns they can think of for zem like REALLY go out there WHATEVER YOU CAN THINK OF.

ADHD haver?? MAYBE???

to the rest acaksdlfj;akdjf:

theyre very crafty and dabble in basically every form of art. music, graffiti, painting, sculpting (mainly with trash or scraps or random discarded items he finds, more on that later on), sewing, whatever. if he can learn to do it she will.

he is super touchy and likes being close to people, but also understand boundaries.

very emotionally intelligent, i feel like this is canon anyway but ill just put it out there, ze can basically sense if someone is upset.

LOVES ABSOLUTELY LIVES FOR talking to new people, will go out of their way to introduce himself to basically everyone, especially new spider-people she meets.

he is a bit of a joker, ofc, but he wont try and push boundaries that he clearly sees or hears from the person theyre talking to. hi people who hc him as being an unself aware dickhead shut up you are very wrong did you even watch the movie.

this one is probably my favorite but he will pick up random things he sees around him and keep them for art projects. cool rock on the sidewalk? its a rock, hes gonna take it. funny lookin bug? might pick it up for a little to look at it and put it back in a safer spot. bottle cap? "mine now". like i said before he likes using litter to make art.

he will stop mid-mission if he sees something cool that he can take home like "oh [riff] cool leaf" and put it in his pocket.

i was referencing this post btw i love this headcanon, absolutely genius, i will steal it ty /lhj

this stealing of random objects from all around the multiverse has caused many lectures for miguel (they arent listening)

they have some kind of control over what texture/color they turn into if xey really think about it but most of the time he just kind of.. lets it do its thing. (sort of like a RainWing?)

shockingly good at vague yet oddly specific threats that are unrealistic but if you really think about it it's like "oh yeah he could totally do that..." but she wouldn't. yknow what im saying right???

while he does live in the 70s where technology was uh... not as popular nor as advanced as they are now, he's aware of modern tech through Gwen, Miles, Pav, DEFINITELY through Margo and Miguel, but she doesn't really use it often. doesnt really see the point.

along with that he also is aware of modern music as well, he has mixed feelings (gwen is probably the biggest influence though she is such a Pinkshift/Paramore/My Chem girlie it hurts to think about)

100% collects record of artists, especially smaller artists, that they like.

if you get them going about music he will talk for HOURS. HOURS until you tell him to shut up, even though fae totally wont listen and will keep going anyway. (just like me teehee projecting is fun <3 )

while hobie does use his guitar as a weapon for some reason he is quite protective of it. they wont try and stop you from touching it or playing it, but he will watch you like a hawk. half out of "oo look another person is interested in guitar" and the other half of "👁️👁️ dont break it i can only do that /j" (a lot of musicians are like that, i would know, im one of them. ha)

loves stray animals. cats, dogs, birds, anything. he will stop to pet them if they let him.

he also will talk to cats like any other person. especially spider cat. spider cat could make a cat noise and he'd act like he understood it. "yeah totally man, i get it. meow."

he can sing like... averagely? he has a good sense of pitch and timing, as most musicians do, but she isnt professionally trained or really does it too often

they will scream though

also really likes messing with makeup and bodypaint. he will spend hours on it if he can.

FUCK I AM SO HAPPY I DIDNT POST THIS IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I KEEP REMEMBERING THINGS ACK HERES ONE LAST ONE POST THIS AFTER ASH I SWEAR (edit from two weeks later: i forgor): he definitely isnt a morning person. he loves to sleep in. definitely values rest, like a lot. miguel will call him at like 7 am and hobie will flip him off and say 5 more minutes when they really mean 2 more hours.

do i have any more?? hmmm maybe if i remember but this is what i have so far. mostly just silly lil headcanons that arent entirely plot relevant as most of my headcanons are.

[neoarchipelago]

HERE’S THE CONTEST’S WINNERS! FUUUUUCK IT WAS SO SO SOOOO HARD TO CHOOSE !

You guys created AMAZING characters it honestly took 2 hours and the help of my Ghost to manage to make a choice!

Thank you so much for your participation you guys make me so happy!!!!

1

Name: Lupus grey

Callname: Grim (6R1M)

Age: in their 20s 

Gender: Non binary, masc leaning

Physical appearance: They have blue greyish eyes, redish/blonde shoulder length hair, they are rather short(about 5'6), slim - not really muscular. They usually cover their face with a fox mask because of a huge face dysphoria(the mask is shown in the mood board), they also have problems expressing their emotions so the mask helps with that

Backstory: Lupus Grey had always hated cold Berlin with its odd, outrageous old buildings. It was a place where they felt anxious but also at home. 

They were a patient, forgetful, coffee drinker with pretty eyes and a slim figure. His friends saw him as "the quite kid". They really were the silent type of person, thinking before using their words. But as soon they got comfortable they got loud and outgoing! 

Lupus had a.. Not so great childhood. Their problems were belittled. They were good at school but never good enough to earn some affection from their parents. They always wanted to become an artist but later found out that they had a talent for hacking too. They used that talent and hacked shady, big companies to force them to their knees. Someday they ended up finding hacker friends- in this case: sparrow!

@muttsstuff

2

Name :Richard

Nickname :Ricky

Code name :Car-Keys

He’s into khaki clothing (gets teased a little) but the main reason was because he lost the car keys in the drain when they were on a mission (was never let down)

Male - Asian Over- weight

Deep voice Loves dying his hair tips different colours (Depends on the mood)

Lives in his parents basement, loves to play MW2 but hacks games to his advantage.

He realised his potential and started broadening his hacking abilities and got rich off it.

Living with his parents is a cover (gotta stay hidden ya know)

@happy-potat0

3

Margo ‘Bishop’ Cassell

Age: 29

Female she/her

•5’6, doesn’t necessarily have a figure but she has “child bearing hips” all grandmas love and point out for some reason. Isn’t considered small but not how society considers “fat” she wears a size 12 pants if that gives an idea. 

•From Kensington Liverpool, grew up with wealthy parents in a slightly religious background. She’s almost the definition of old money yet also getting new money. Was in chess club growing up and also took computer science classes and learned to code, took it a step up by getting into hacking to change a grade for a friend to help them out. Moved on from getting into school grades to other… not so legal information. Promised to not do it again and eventually join British military much to her parents disappointment. 

•I also like the idea of Margo having a kid

•Bishops mood board

@sapchat

4

Name: Elizabeth/Liza

Callsign: coyote

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Physical description: Definetely redhead, and tallish, still shorter a bit than the boys though, slightly chub, so ofc insecure

Backstory: Started hacking cause the government of her home country was so so corrupt, Sparrow found her hacking the same system at the same time so they found her, Lashwell contacting, thy have been working together ever since. After a mission went wrong she was sent to the UK under a fake name for protection, thats how they lost touch for a bit.

@lilacwineandthesinkingsunmain

5

@jp2gmd2137

[mizzy2k]

WHAT'S QE BAMF Q?

BAMF Q, or "How To Make an Entrance to a Party"

Premise: 

Quentin/Eliot (ofc.) Quentin didn't die at the end of season four—he got given a chance to chase down a missing Everett, for a price. If he can chase all down the fractured pieces of Everett, he gets to return to the human world for good. The first time our questers discover this is from a news broadcast, where Everett Rowe is decapitated by a white-haired perpetrator (who apparently has already died in custody) who looks disturbingly like Quentin. Our questers can't rest until they know for sure what's going on, so they design a heist: time to break into the morgue and see for sure if the murderer's body is Quentin's or not.

Excerpt: 

"Just open it," Margo hisses.

Eliot stares down at the bag, his fingers are shaking. He wants to know if it is Quentin lying there. But he can't. It's ridiculous. It's Schrödinger's bodybag. Except Quentin is dead either way, open or closed, so why is he hesitating?

"Bambi," Eliot says, his voice cracking, and he looks at her. "I can't."

Her eyes soften, just a fraction.

"You're such a coward sometimes," Margo says, trying to sound disdainful, but Eliot notices her fingers are shaking too as she reaches for the zip and yanks it down.

It's like a lump has suddenly been magicked into Eliot's throat. He thinks he can feel it. A stone. Something weighty, but with sharp bits, digging into the soft flesh. Ready to tear him open.

Whoever the person is, he has Quentin's face.

God.

He could almost be asleep.

Eliot knows a version of him once that used to watch Quentin while he slept. Not in a creepy way. Well. A little bit creepy. But they were together at the time. It wasn't like he was Edward Cullen-ing it from the window.

WIP Title Game - Ask Me About Any Of These

[i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate]

Dante for the ask game 👀

You asked for it, K,  🤣 Hopefully I can answer all the questions for him. 

1. How I feel about him:  

The love of my LIFE. My dumbass husband. An absolute DORK. I would do anything for him. I want him to be happy. 😠 But also he infuriates me because who gave him the RIGHT to bE PERFECT? ahhhHHHHH 😠absolute insanity. I think every single cut scene with him in dmc 3 I cry. 

2.  People I ship romantically with this character: 

a. Me 😌 

b. hmmm... I don’t really ship people with Dante. I could see him with Lady, ofc, they would be cute! Especially after that one cut scene in dmc 3, you know what I'm talking about.  😌 😌 😌

3. My favorite non-romantic relationship: 

Vergil. Without a question. Without a doubt. There’s so much depth to their relationship. Listen, I know people like... don’t like Vergil? my gahd how can you not like Vergil? what kind of life are you out there living? But no matter your opinions on the guy, you have to admit his relationship with his bro is at least interesting. The contrast between their characters, be it personality, drive, thought process... The fact that they ended up on completely different paths: two different ways of dealing with trauma and grief—perfect foils of one another, perfect parallels... And yet somehow, despite the sibling rivalry, despite being foils and opposites, despite being on completely different paths to deal with their grief... somehow, they still end up working together FLAWLESSLY. They remember that they’re brothers, they remember their connection. There are glimpses of seeing past their rivalry and I LIVE for that. 

“Remember what we used to say?” 

“Jackpot!” 

my god, K, you really made me write a “literary” analysis in my answer I’m- 

4. My unpopular opinion about this character: 

oof do I have an unpopular opinion... about Dante...? Margo says my unpopular opinion should be Dante looks good in green. I haven’t played dmc 2, but imma say Dante probably looks good in every color. Now I have the STRONG urge to draw him in other colors besides red. 😌

5. One thing I wish would happen to this character in canon: 

oof. This man needs therapy. so does Vergil but this ain’t about him. Maybe he doesn’t necessarily talk to a therapist but, pls, Dante, sit down and talk to someone you care about. u have too many emotions and too much trauma for this. Just... let out the feelings. Stop hiding behind your wall of... having a good time or whatever—the joking, the dancing, the pizza. juST TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGSSSS. JUST TALK. 

6. Favorite Friendship: 

Hmmm.... The shortest answer. I like Trish as a friend to him. She’s like a mom friend (haha that’s funny) at least from what I’ve seen anyways. “I told you to lay off the pizza” ... as she says in the anime. (which everyone should watch. go watch the anime). I also like Lady’s friendship—the growth from her beginning “what do you know about family? you’re just a demon” we love that. Oof idk this is hard cuz I haven’t played all the games yet. 

lol... we not gonna do the crossover question cuz omg I have no idea. I was never really into crossovers.  🤣

But thank you for the ask, K, I really rambled on and on, didn’t I?  🤣 🤣 🤣 I hope you don’t mind! 

short version: I just love Dante a lot, okay?  😔 😔 😔

[ameliajessica]

3, 6, 20! :)

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

ok this isn’t quite a SCENE but i’ve got a bit of margo and q dialogue that came into my brain someday, that i have nothing to tether it to. i’ll slot it into a fic one day, probably:

“Are you always going to be a third part of our relationship?”

“Eh, I’m more like a garnish. You know, I make you gourmet.”

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

already answered! too lengthily, frankly! 

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

OH MY GOD, this is such a fun question asjdkajh. i guess the biggest one is from baby please come home, which someone did pick up on: which is that if eliot, instead of holding back out of a sense of fairness, had kiss quentin outright, the true love spell absolutely would have restored quentin sooner. not sure what i’d classify that as - a reference or whatever, but just a crucial little detail imo!

ALSO in that fic though is the scene where margo kisses eliot, and q has a reaction:

“Don’t be jealous, little Q,” Margo coos, and Quentin blinks into a glower.

“I’m not jealous ,” he says grumpily, but convincingly. He genuinely seems more insulted by the notion that she thinks he is. “I just—”

“Oh, relax ,” she says with a roll of her eyes, but a smirk tugging on her lips.

While Quentin starts spluttering ( “I am relaxed!” ) Margo has stepped back into the apartment and kissed Quentin.

[...]

It can’t last more than a few seconds, but Eliot feels the time go by slowly, as Quentin’s brows knit together again, his mouth going unhappy against Margo’s.

“There!” Margo sounds proud as she lightly pats his cheek. “If you needed to be smooched, all you had to do was ask sweetie.”

“Noted,” he says, quiet. He still hasn’t looked away from Eliot.

and this was SO hard not to like, HAMMER HOME but it’s VERY deliberately planting the seed in q’s mind for what happens in the next scene:

Eliot laughs, a sad broken sound. “I’ve—” he starts to say, with no idea how that sentence is going to finish, but Quentin doesn’t seem to want to hear it anyway. He’s leaning up, up up, and Eliot is stepping back, turning his head slightly to avoid him altogether, not wanting to see the sadness blossom over Quentin’s face. Quentin is still, and doesn’t close the distance back up.

“Eliot, what’s going on?” he says softly.

“What do you mean?”

“Why… why won’t you kiss me? It’s been days, and you won’t kiss me.”

he asks, baby!! because, like margo told him, if you need to be smooched, you have to ask for it. 

and ofc, this comes back at the end of the fic:

“Eliot.”

It’s good Quentin cuts him off, because he has no idea what he was saying. But he also doesn't know exactly what Quentin plans on saying either. Doesn’t know if—well, if he wants to. Will Quentin be embarrassed? Will he ask Eliot to forget all about how he’d been acting?

His hands go to his rings, twisting one around his finger. “...yeah?”

Quentin smiles then—a little tired, a little sad. “I’m back from the dead. For—the second time this week, technically. Why won’t you kiss me?”

asking! the whole fic is about asking!! the title - which was originally a lyric from st. vincent’s ‘new york’, and then changed to baby please come home, because it’s an ASK - and the premise, of eliot asking for q to come back. to me there is great romance in asking for something, and getting it. and not to get too deep but - i know, i’m not getting too deep NOW, a million words into this answer - as a queer person, for so long you think you don’t even have a right to ask for the things you want, let alone get them. but you do. you can ask and you should��get. as spoken by jennifer garner in the 2018 cinematic classic love simon: you deserve everything you want. that’s my message to queliot, to us, etc. ok!! too deep portion done

[ao3feed-queliot]

The Honor of Your Presence

by Page161of180

… is requested at the celebration of the legal solemnization of the ecstatic conjugal bliss between Formerly High King Now Courtesy-Title-Only King Eliot and King Quentin-- Actually just Quentin is-- No. You’re a King. King Quentin. Italicize that. Conjugal, too. Anyway, blah blah blah. Time date place. Her serene and stabby majesty High King Fen will serenely stab you if you decline to attend and/or bring off-registry gifts--

Wait. Hold on a sec. Lemme see that . . . oh. El, he’s. Christ. He’s transcribing this word for word. Like, every word-- Of course he is-- Tick. TICK! Jesus, how is he still writing? Also, how is his calligraphy that good, seriously?

You’ve been on Earth too long, baby. Well, let’s just lean in, shall we? Love Fillorian style. We’re getting fucking married. You’re invited. Bunny us your regrets only.

And you will regret it. Italicize the will. All caps. And a very tasteful sketch of my hand up King Quentin’s--

  Eliot and Quentin are getting married. A story in three acts, as told by three of the somewhat less dearly beloved, gathered here today.

(Or: the best thing about true love? It doesn’t need to make sense to anyone except the ones in it.)

Words: 18117, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Magicians (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Quentin Coldwater, Eliot Waugh, Todd (The Magicians), Rafe, Marina 23 - Character, Tick Pickwick, Marina's future wife, Margo Hanson, Josh Hoberman, Fen, Julia Wicker, Alice Quinn, blink and you'll miss - Character, kady orloff diaz, Henry Fogg, Penny 23

Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Marina 23/Marina's future wife, Mentioned Rafe/Abigail (why is this my life?), Mentioned Margo Hanson/Josh Hoberman, Mentioned Julia Wicker/Penny 23, tiny bits of Fen/OMC and Todd/OFC, also Todd's continuing unrequited barely acknowledged crush on Eliot

Additional Tags: outsider pov, specifically Todd POV, Rafe POV, Marina 23 POV, relationships are hard and talking is hard but they love each other enough to try, the author declines to tag this as fluff, because there's nothing insubstantial, about finding joy, and doing the work to make it last, cheerfully 4x13 noncompliant, because we deserve a different story, this really is quite joyful, but the author can never quite keep the feels out of it

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/18664558

[hzcleski]

hello friends! you probs know who i am already but if not hello! i’m sam aaand this is my newish muse! i played hal here for a minute one time but i’ve decided to give him a huuuuge revamp so character info is under the cut! lmk if you wanna plot! messaging me @ellvie​ is probably easiest!

╰☆╮ DYLAN O'BRIEN ─ HAL ZALESKI identifies as CIS MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a FORMER OLYMPIAN/NHL PLAYER, and they’re only TWENTY THREE ! they’re said to be CAPABLE, but also TURBULENT. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE LEGACY in the tabloids.

quick disclaimer that this is a sideblog so i might post to the wrong account sometimes

other disclaimer a lot of my hockey information is from google ok

nathan harold zaleski jr was practically born with a pair of skates on, which makes sense considering his family is hockey royalty. his father is nathan harold zaleski sr, aka a legend and one of the biggest names in sports to this very day. olympic gold medalist several times over, beloved longtime defenseman for the toronto maple leafs, at the very peak of his career and married to a beautiful wealthy socialite when his only child was born.

listen...this is an au where the maple leafs are good or like, had one genuinely good star player in nathan sr. okay thanks for coming to my ted talk!

he’s got dual citizenship because he was born in canada even though he hasn’t lived there since he was ten, but his parents were us citizens, which doesn’t seem important but WAIT FOR IT

nathan jr, who would begin going by the nickname of hal early on in life, probably learned how to skate before he even learned how to walk because of course he did. his father’s intention was always to have another him. i mean for fuck’s sake they have the exact same name. hal’s purpose in life has never been in question, not by him or anyone who’s ever seen him play.

his natural talent for hockey became apparent from a very young age, which didn’t surprise anyone ofc. his father saw it as a sign and began pushing him even harder, hiring the very best trainers and coaches to help perfect his game while nathan sr focused on his own career.

except that he was running out of steam and fast. nothing happened like there was no huge scandal or career ending injury. nathan sr was just...getting old. fans were simply losing interest in him as newer and younger players joined the league and there was nothing he could really do about it except make sure his legacy lived on.

hal was ten years old when everything seemed to finally fall apart. his dad was hanging on to the very last threads of his career, let go from the maple leafs and almost certainly picked up by the new york rangers purely out of pity. meanwhile, hal’s parents finally divorced which he took almost alarmingly well for a ten year old, but it’s not like his parents were ever a shining example of a deep, loving marriage. they spent years settling the divorce, fighting back and forth while suing the shit out of each other across whole fuckin countries. lowkey they almost wound up being more famous for the legal drama than they were for hockey.

hal’s dad finally retired when he was twelve, won sole custody of him when he was fourteen, and pulled enough strings to get him a spot on the canadian hockey team dual citizenship! going to the 2010 vancouver winter olympics when he was just a teenager, making him one of the youngest players to ever compete in the games.

and canada won gold that year so hal was making history again in no time, being one of the youngest players to ever become a gold medalist in the winter olympics. now he didn’t actually see a lot of playing time that year. his skill was undeniable, but no one seemed to think that he was ready for the big time rush. tbh they probably weren’t wrong, but nevertheless his name and his win made an impression on everyone.

up until that point hal was homeschooled bc ofc education came second to hockey, but he always wanted to attend an actual school and he did! after his first olympics his dad finally sent him to the same private school in the city as all the other rich kids and it was...weird! he started in the middle of the year and was instantly an outsider among his classmates. everyone else had known each other all their lives so hal immediately at a disadvantage. it didn’t help that he’d never really...had a single friend before. tbh his peers were probably intimidated by him. he was just a high schooler and already an olympic gold medalist like...ofc no one wanted to be the person to go approach him and say hi.

played for canada again dual citizenship! at the 2014 winter olympics in sochi when he was eighteen and this time HE WAS THE STAR. absolutely at the top of his game. anyone who still thought that he was a joke before the games started shut up real quick when he won his second gold medal.

he got home and was eventually drafted into the nhl, so he sorta ditched school oops. technically he finished but like...barely since he went back to being tutored for the last few months.

several teams wanted him and tried to throw a shit ton of money at him, but hal settled on the new york rangers with a huge multi million dollar deal

he quickly stole hearts on and off the ice. whether fans admired his skill or followed him during the olympics or remembered his father, for one reason or another he was winning people over left and right. unsurprisingly he’d go on to win the 2014-2015 rookie of the year award, presented to him by the president of the nhl and everything.

he did not attend the 2018 winter olympics in pyeongchang as the nhl famously refused to release their players. hal himself was a major part of the uproar. the whole country of canada dual citizenship! practically threw a fucking fit bc the nhl was disqualifying their star player from winning them their third gold medal in a row and hey big surprise...canada didn’t win gold in 2018 :)

hal’s in the middle of his fifth i think? year of pro hockey rn and so far his career has been solid. his dad is really pushing him to sign with a “better team” and he has gotten offers, but he isn’t really interested. he likes playing for new york & he likes living in new york. maybe someday....maybeeee....but for right now he’s happy with where he is.

okay now for some fast facts!

literally always looks like he just got into a fight, probably bc he just did during his last game. is usually sporting some injury like a black eye or split lip or cut cheek. fortunately hasn’t completely given in to the hockey player stereotype by getting all of his fuckin teeth knocked out...yet

notice that i hardly mentioned his mom? that about sums up their relationship tbh. hal was practically raised by nannies and trainers. his mom always had some brunch or gala or public appearance she was far more invested in. literally she didn’t even really...want custody of him when she divorced his dad, but she claimed to just to be petty and give nathan sr an even more difficult time. yeah they kinda hate each other now and since hal has always been closer to his dad, his mom isn’t even really that interested in seeing him lmao. she’ll call like once a month and invites him to brunch if she happens to be in the city, but ngl hal probably hasn’t seen her in like...a couple years at the least. he’s not really broken up about it either.

right so...walking talking endless pit of daddy issues? you bet! just because hal prefers his dad doesn’t mean that they get along or that his dad is a good person. he still has his perfect public image and he isn’t complete garbage but...yeah their relationship is extremely toxic. he’s always been very harsh with hal, pushing him and pushing him to be the best bc nothing he accomplishes is ever good enough.

so what if he's won two olympic gold medals? so what if he was rookie of the year? so what if he’s considered one of the best and most beloved players in the nhl? he can do more, he can be even better. his dad is a constant voice in his head even though he’s always around anyway. he never misses a game or an opportunity to point out hal’s every flaw.

ofc as a result hal’s always been very hard on himself. every single day of his entire life has been spent basing his self worth off what his father thinks of him. it was awful for his self esteem bc no fucking duh.

HOWEVER. it isn’t public knowledge at this time, but as of right now? hal’s relationship with his father is falling apart faster and faster by the moment. they’re a ticking time bomb & it’s literally only a matter of time before they explode yikes!

fortunately hal could sorta sense the direction things were heading and did something about it. he finally moved out when the hockey season started back in october and he’s been feeling better ever since. like he has more control over his life even though his dad is still WAY too involved.

personality: a douchebag who means no harm, mostly because he's never really trying to be a jerk. tends to come across as a typical meathead jock for good reason bc that’s exactly who he is. in conversation he's usually very blunt and a little awkward bc he’s still learning how to socialize with others. hockey is basically his whole life so it’s all he knows how to talk about, which can either be endearing or annoying. a genius hockey player, but a ditz in every other area. very short - tempered and impulsive. always means well and wants the best for those he cares about, but might go about expressing those feelings in a weird way bc he was never taught how to properly deal with his emotions.

CONNECTIONS

family

step sibling he grew up with - sabrina miller

paternal cousins - warren daily and wren daily

cousin by marriage - rosalind cox

maternal cousin - open. his mom is polish for reference!

romantic

girlfriend - genesis iver

ex fiancée - ginny baker

ex on good terms - margo massey

ex who cheated on him - isla thompson

former fwb - amethyst armenta, open to more.

former toxic on / off relationship - reese monroe

exes, open to more.

hal has a ton of other exes and i don’t feel like listing them tbh all so i’m just gonna assume that y’all know who you are ok

platonic

best friend 5ever - marialena goldstein

confidant - open.

family friends - sullivan ramsey, open to more.

childhood friends - open to more.

close friends - open to more.

friends - mia kauri, chance kauri, theo cannon, angel almeida, open to more.

bickering friends - open to more.

workout buddy - open.

negative

on bad terms - kennedy drakos, jay weston, open to more.

these are just a few plot ideas! i’m most definitely open to other stuff so if you have any ideas please free to share! i think that’s enough from me soooo yeah! mssg me if you wanna plot & as always i’m super excited to write with everyone!

[ohprettyweeper-moved]

Open Your Eyes (Part 4)

Chapter Summary: As Christmas Day nears, feelings get stronger.  Pairing: Tyler Joseph x OFC, Frank Iero x OFC Word Count: 2635 Warnings: None? A/N: I needed something fun and cute to write with low pressure so that I could stop worrying about a more serious piece I’m working on for a bit. This five-part crossover series was the result! It’s cheesy and fluffy and is probably akin to something you’d see on the Hallmark Channel, but that’s how I intended it to be. Thanks to @razor-tothe-rosary for your help and encouragement! Enjoy reading, everyone!

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Americus scrolled through her phone one morning, ignoring Vanessa’s emails and catching up on the industry gossip. She was slightly surprised when she came across a paparazzi picture of Emerson and Frank Iero coming out of a record store in Jersey together. She knew that the Vans photoshoot had gone well for her new friend, but she hadn’t realized it went that well.

“Canoodling with co-stars, huh?” Americus teased when Emerson answered her call.

Emerson paused for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“There’s pictures of you and Frank together in Jersey,” Americus explained. “I knew you were going home for the holidays, I didn’t realize you were going to see Frank while you were there.”

“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen,” Emerson groaned. She explained about Jeff and the phone call on the day of the shoot, how she had become friends with Frank, and how Jeff had stood her up at the airport. “Frank rescued me, and I wasn’t ready to face my family, so I hung out with him for a little bit.”

Americus frowned. “It’s not a bad thing, you know. I don’t know Frank real well, but I’ve heard good things about him.”

“No, Frank is great. It’s just that I’m new to all of this, and I don’t want anyone thinking I’m using Frank or you or anyone to climb the ladder.”

“I’ve seen your work, you know. You’re climbing the ladder on your own. If you make friends along the way, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s important to have people you can trust in this industry, honestly. Vans was a big deal, and you got there on your own. It can only go up from here, and it’s not going to have anything to do with Frank.”

“I guess,” Emerson mumbled. “I’m with my family now, but I’m going to call Frank. I’ll give you a call when I’m back in Los Angeles.”

Americus cleared her throat. “I’m actually doing some soul-searching of my own right now, and I’m in Columbus. Stay in touch, though, okay? If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will. Talk soon.”

Americus disconnected the call and tossed her phone to the cushion beside her. Emerson’s fear of being thought less of within the industry was precisely one of the things that made her want to get out. The littlest thing about one’s life could be misconstrued; it could destroy a prestigious career such as Americus’s or end one that had hardly begun, such as Emerson’s.

“Deep in thought again, daughter?” her father asked, coming into the living room with a cup of coffee in each hand. He handed one to Americus and took a seat at the other end of the couch.

Americus gave a small smile. “I’ve got a lot to be thinking about. I love the life I’ve lived, Dad. Really. I have no regrets, except that lately, I just don’t feel … well, grounded. That’s the word I keep using. I’ve never canceled on contracts before, until now.”

“That’s how you know this is important to you.”

“You’re right there. Being home again has been amazing, but it does still feel like a break. I know I need to go back to work, I just don’t know what work that will be.” She pressed her lips together. “Tyler offered me a job doing photography for their tour.”

“Tyler,” her father echoed. “That’s been a nice reunion, hasn’t it?”

“Daddy,” Americus said, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t about Tyler. Though, yes, it has been nice to be around him again. But to give up modeling -- everything I’ve built over the last fourteen years. I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Modeling wasn’t going to last forever, anyway. And, you know, taking a step back now doesn’t mean you’re done for good.”

They finished off their coffee in silence. With their mugs empty, Americus’s father excused himself to run his usual Saturday errands. Americus had some things to do herself, so she got up and got dressed, and headed out on her own.

Emerson let out a deep breath as she surveyed herself in the body-length mirror. Her sweater dress was pristine, save for the little piece of fuzz she picked off near her hemline. Her leggings would keep her warm, as would the socks and boots on her feet. Her hair was perfectly curled, her makeup flawless.

“Well, you look date-ready,” Tanya smiled from her place on the couch, curled up with Emerson’s soon-to-be stepfather.

“Thanks,” Emerson replied, one end of her mouth tugging upward. “I’m really not sure about this.”

“We know you’ve never wanted to do things this way,” Graham assured, “but Frank has been in this business for a long time. I don’t think he would lead you astray.”

Emerson didn’t think he would, either, but that didn’t make his plan any more appealing. What her mother and stepfather didn’t know was that when Emerson had called Frank about the pictures and the speculation, he had suggested they use it to get to Jeff and Sarah; to make their exes jealous, if nothing else. These weren’t the types of games Emerson usually played, but it had seemed like a better idea at the time than it did now.

When Frank arrived at seven o’ clock on the dot to pick her up, Emerson let him in the house and politely introduced him to her mother and Graham. Ignoring the meaningful looks in her direction, Emerson bid them goodnight and promised not to be gone too late, before she and Frank walked out to his car.

“Freezing out here,” she mumbled, dropping into the passenger seat.

“It is Jersey in December,” he reminded her. “You hungry? I’ve got reservations in the city.”

Emerson nodded. “I’m definitely hungry. But we don’t have to go all the way into the city, you know. We could eat around here. I don’t mind.”

“First of all,” Frank said, smirking at her as he pulled onto the main drag, “you deserve to be spoiled a little. Second of all, pretty sure New York City is a better place for us to be seen out together than anywhere else in the area.”

“That’s true.”

“We don’t have to go, if you’re unsure.” He reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

Emerson took a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t want to go. I wouldn’t mind Jeff seeing me out there, better off without him, really. I’ve just never played games like this before -- always made a point not to, actually.”

“I like that about you. But sometimes, you’ve got to play the game. In this industry, Emmy, you have to show them that you can stick up for yourself. That you’re not a doormat, and that you’re not the innocent, naive thing they all think you are.”

Emerson withdrew her hand from his. There was something harsh and condescending in his tone. It made her want to get out of the car and walk home in the cold. Crossing her arms over her chest, Emerson sat back in her seat and spent the rest of the drive staring out her window.

Tyler came to pick Americus up this time, and when they saw each other, they couldn’t help but laugh. Americus’s sweater read, “Why is the carpet all wet, Todd?!” while Tyler’s read, “I don’t know, Margo!” The exchange was one of their favorites from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, so it was only fitting that their sweaters were coordinated.

“And we didn’t even have to try,” Tyler laughed, holding her steady as they walked down the icy steps of her father’s front porch. “Don’t slip. I about ate it on the way up.”

Not at all interested in a bruised backside or sore limbs, Americus held tight to Tyler’s arm as they awkwardly made their way to his car. When she was safely seated and buckled in, Tyler went around to the driver’s side, ready to get them to Josh’s place.

“I thought you said Josh lived in LA?” she asked.

“He’s got an apartment there and a house here,” Tyler explained. “We’re in Los Angeles a lot, but Columbus is home. You know?”

Americus nodded. “Yeah. I do, actually.”

“It’s been nice having you around here, you know. Spending time together again. Not that this is anything, you know, so don’t take it the wrong way, but I always wondered if you and I wouldn’t have became something if life hadn’t taken us in different directions.”

“Really? You would have wanted that with me?”

Tyler shrugged, suddenly wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up. “We were young. When you’re young and close friends with the first girl you ever kissed, those things cross your mind. But I’m kind of an emotional guy.”

“You are,” Americus agreed, “but I wondered it, too. You were my first kiss too, you know.”

Tyler couldn’t help but smile as he glanced at her from the driver’s seat. “I did know that, actually.”

Americus couldn’t help but blush and wonder if maybe Tyler had walked back into her life at just the right time, and for a reason she was just beginning to understand.

When they pulled up to the front of the restaurant, Frank handed the valet the key before opening Emerson’s door. She stepped out of the car, walking a few steps ahead of him. Just outside of the front door, Frank caught her by the elbow and pulled her aside. His hands mingled with hers, and he begged her forgiveness.

“I shouldn’t have said it like that, I’m sorry. I know the kind of reputation you’re trying to uphold and I’m not saying it’s wrong, but I am saying that you have to start sticking up for yourself if you’re going to make it, or your reputation isn’t going to matter. I think you’ve got a great future ahead of you. I want to see you make it. I don’t want -- I don’t want anyone to hurt you.”

Emerson swallowed hard. “Thank you, for the apology. It’s accepted. And for not wanting me to get hurt. I don’t want that either, but I also don’t want to become someone I’m not. I don’t want to be cold and callous and unfeeling.”

“There’s a balance,” Frank assured. “We just have to find it for you. Ready to eat now?”

Leaving one of her hands in his, Emerson nodded. “I’m ready.”

Frank smiled and led her into the restaurant. He gave his name at the front, and the host assured him that a table was waiting as reserved.

With their minor disagreement behind them, more pleasant conversation ensued. It wasn’t at all unlike their times together before; Emerson couldn’t believe how easy it was to just be around Frank. She didn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t, or keep up appearances for work. In fact, by the time their food was served, Emerson had all but forgotten the reason they were out in the first place.

After dinner, Frank took her to Rockefeller Center. They took a picture together in front of the big Christmas tree there, watched people go by, and slowly made their way back to the restaurant.

When they crossed the Jersey state line, Emerson bit her lip. She knew what she wanted to say, but she wasn’t exactly sure how to say it. After another couple of minutes, she just blurted it out.

“I don’t wanna go home yet.”

Frank looked over at her briefly before setting his eyes back on the road. She could see that he was the one trying to fight a smile now, and it made her feel better about saying what was on her mind.

“Wanna go back to my place?”

Emerson nodded, shooting a text to her mother that she may not be home at all. Even as an adult, she didn’t want to worry anyone and add anymore drama to her vacation.

At Frank’s place, he offered her an oversized t-shirt to exchange for her dress. Her leggings would suffice for now, so she declined his offer of sweats and they settled on the couch with a couple of beers and Year Without a Santa Claus. The movie was Emerson’s favorite holiday film, so when she saw it on the guide, she pleaded with Frank to watch it with her.

As the movie started, Frank scrolled through his phone. Emerson asked if there was any reports of the two of them out in the city together, but he shook his head.

“Nothing yet. Don’t worry, I’m sure something will come up. Jeff will see what he’s missing.”

Emerson nodded and sipped at her beer, but she wasn’t really interested in making Jeff jealous anymore, she realized. She was only interested in what could develop with the man sitting next to her.

As the movie played and the two of them drifted off to sleep, Emerson leaning against Frank and him with an arm around her shoulders, Emerson started to wonder just how much her career would be affected if something with Frank started … or perhaps it already had.

The party was a blast. The crowd wasn’t too big, but it was certainly more than a group of people hanging out. Josh was nice and hospitable, conversed easily with Americus, and enjoyed hearing her stories about Tyler from their childhood.

Tyler never once left her side. Every wink he sent in her direction, everytime he leaned close to whisper something in her ear, chills invaded Americus’s spine. Her crush was quickly developing into something more, and while she wanted to see where all those what-if’s from long ago might lead, she also knew she had a decision to make regardless of her feelings for Tyler.

They stayed later, after everyone had left, and helped Josh clean up.

“That’s good for now,” Josh said, once all of the trash was picked up and the snack bowls were grouped on the island in the kitchen. “I’ll get the dishes and whatnot tomorrow.”

“You sure?” Americus checked. “It won’t take long between the three of us.”

Josh waved her off. “It’s almost one in the morning, it’s freezing outside. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Americus smiled and hugged him. “Nice to meet Tyler’s best friend.”

“I was going to say the same to you,” Josh returned with a smile. “Good to know we can get along, if you decide to come work with us.”

Americus took a deep breath, glancing at Tyler. She should have figured Josh would know about the job offer; Tyler wouldn’t have offered it before checking with other people involved first. Still, it was strange to hear from someone else.

Josh bid them goodnight and saw them to the door; Americus had a tight hold to Tyler’s arm again so she wouldn’t slip but they both managed a wave back to Josh before getting in the car.

“Are we too old to do sleepovers like we did when we were little? I mean, before the whole boy-girl thing became an issue?” Americus asked. “I know it’s not the field like you talked about before, but I just feel … I don’t know. Can’t put a label on it.”

Tyler nodded and reached his gloved hand out for hers. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Wanna stop at your dad’s for clothes and stuff first?”

Americus nodded, lacing her fingers through his. They had more or less picked up right where they left off before her life moved west, and she wasn’t complaining one bit about that. There was some getting to know each other again that would have to happen, but she could accept that.

[pseudoartsnlove]

These are the only films i finished watching last year, I may have watched more but i did not finish them. And I may have forced my self to watch on one of these.

1. SONGWRITER / An Ed Sheeran documentary

of course it's teddy! I watched this a couple of times and this was amaaazing! this is a documentary film made by ed's cousin murray (who is actually a good looking white man). This was mostly about how Ed made each track of his album Divide, the people behind each track, and couple other song's he's written and given to other artists as well. This made me realize how every track should be protected and be bought in a legal manner because a lot of people is involved, worked hard to deliver that certain piece for us to listen to.

favorite part: Ed and Cherry moments, and when Ed was writing Love Yourself, Ed cussing. Haha cute really (sorry!)

Made me cry part: Every word he has said to the kids of the school he went to, it was just so inspiring and so powerful and amazing how he ever come up with such thought. And that part when he made his dad listen to his song Supermarket Flowers. 😭😭😫

2. BABY DRIVER / Ansel Elgort & Lily James

One night I cudn't sleep and randomly lurked at my sisters laptop and happen to see Ansel on the picture display, so i watched it and wow. I genuinely loved it! probably bcos it played music from the start until the end and bcos they were really good songs, most I replayed for a month. The plot wasn't bad as well, I did not cry or nor did feel sad after watching but it was good i thought it was fast and i wanted more when it ended.

3. OUR TIMES / Taiwanese movie

This is another random movie we watched at work, halfway we had to stop bcos of work ofc so i finished it at home. This was romcom/sappy film. Super funny, in a Meteor Garden-ish setting. I actually love the most was the ending. There were 2 major cameo roles in the end and if your a fan Meteor Garden and Fated To Love You, you will surely love the ending too! (no spoiler yes!)

4. A Star Is Born / Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper

When I first saw the trailer of this film I quickly vowed I'd be watching this, so I did, in an actual cinema. I really highly anticipated this one and even thought the premiere date was way too far so while waiting I listened to the official soundtrack over and over again. I was the kind of warrior really fully geared for a war except i did not read the synopsis! Haha I was expecting this to be a sappy unrequited love romance film but it wasn't! This was about mental health, that not even the person you love can save you from yourself. The ending struck me so much it made me cry.

Shallow won in Golden Globes btw, congrats Gaga and Cooper! 😍

5. To All The Boys I've Loved Before / Netflix Film

This is the review i hate to do. This is full of resentment and disapproval. So if you loved this film, stop reading. I have warned you.

Let's start this off with the fact that I have read the book series To All The Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han, in fact i have the three books and love them dearly. I was one of those who went euphoric when the news came about the film adaptation, i have actual friends who loved the book as well and can still remember how excited we were, talking about the good news. Well, until the trailer came in. It started then, that my favorite fiction characters died along with the film.

I vowed i will never watched this movie, until everyone on social media were talking about it so I man up and watched for the sake to be objective. And who knows maybe there'd be miracle! Haha (yep, i was that patient)

I was never wrong, it was awful!

What went wrong: The wrong choice of artists. Lara Jean was half Korean, and the artist they chose was Half Vietnamese (atleast Asian-American? That does not do well with the plot, the artist acted like she was half korean, which is wrong. We keep giving all the non-asian audiences the chance to misidentify asians like they are all the same).

The Song sisters were meeh, the only artist that sort of fit was Kitty's. Margo's was way too old (which made her character impossibly immature) and the three of them just literally don't look like each other. How the fuck did they not notice it? And let's get back to Lara Jean, Lara Jean was freaking warm, cute and pretty, the one on this film looked like Charice Pempengco I cringe the whole time I was watching.

[hzcleski]

below the cut are hal’s current open and taken connections! most of it was copied and pasted from his intro, so some of the taken connections might have slightly different details than what’s listed here, but this is general gist of his current plots! i want to have more going with him, so please feel free to message me if you’re interested in anything listed here or if you would like to plot something else!

— F A M I L I A L.

long term former step sibling: open. it’s a wc on the main and i’m not saying go fill it except PLS GO FILL IT.

current or former step siblings: torrance keynes current step sibling, open to several. both of his parents have probably remarried, possibly more than once.

cousins: wren daily. maternal or paternal, could be close or distant or maybe they completely hate each other who knows!

— R O M A N T I C.

exes: margo massey on good terms, open to several. he’s probably never been on more than a few dates with someone and he’s usually the one who gets dumped bc 1) he doesn’t know how to talk about anything except for hockey and 2) he doesn’t know how to pay proper attention to anyone who isn’t attached to a hockey stick. so there might be some hard feelings bc these people feel like they wasted their time or smth like that.

most recent ex: fiona jenning. they were never even an official couple, but regardless they dated for a minute and only very recently broke things off after an argument, so who knows what’ll happen there.

the ex: isla thompson. so maybe he had one ex who he was really serious about, was absolutely certain that he truly loved them, really thought that they would be together forever…& then yikes! he got his hopes up and broke his own damn heart or smth. he’s probably still hurt and there could be lingering feelings on both sides idk!

other ex: open. one of his longer relationships even if it only lasted for a minute. think joe jonas and gigi hadid ig? it could’ve happened before or after he dated isla and it probably got semi serious before they dumped him bc hal gets dumped a lot.

— P L A T O N I C.

ride or die best friend: open. maybe they’ve known each other since he moved to nyc at fifteen or maybe they just met but who cares? they’re best friends 5ever and probably always will be. 

celebrity crush: open. hal’s probably never met them before, but whenever he’s asked about his celebrity crush he gets all blushy and talks about how attractive and talented this person is. it’s lowkey adorable but ofc it’s just a superficial crush since they don’t actually know each other.

reverse celebrity crush: chance kauri. idk i just feel like it’d be cute if hal was someone’s celebrity crush too. so they’ve probably never met before but whenever this person is asked about their celebrity crush they can’t seem to shut up about hal. again it’s completely superficial, but harmless & cute!

gym friends: ricky tocci. they workout together, probably enjoy having a little friendly competition with each other. it’s all in good fun but also, hal takes the gym very seriously so this person’s gotta be able to keep up.

confidant: alexis simmons. so he’s obviously got a ton of issues with his dad and could use someone he can vent to. maybe they’re not really friends who actually talk outside of their deep late night conversations, but nevertheless they trust one another with their secrets.

close friends: kaiden kingston, elias mirza, open to several.

friends: aisha khan, logan lara, mia kauri, mason grey, open to several. 

frenemies: amethyst armenta, open to several.

— N E G A T I V E.

bad terms: imani thompson, open to several.

bad influence: open to several. hal doesn’t party, he doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t do drugs…and these muses have set out to change that, but hal is very stubborn. he never wants to do anything that could even potentially damage his game, but we’ll see!

these are just a few plot ideas, so if you have anything else in mind at all please feel free to pitch it to me!