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[ be kind, rewind. ] van palmer from yellowjackets, written by tori. 21+. canon / arc overhauling. ©

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i caved and gave myself a space (sideblog) to think about van from yellowjackets, so if your thing is dykes who run mom-and-pop-video stores -- how couldn't it be? and that's JUST the cursory stuff -- here she is @kindrewind

will make things look nicer in time.......

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i caved and gave myself a space (sideblog) to think about van from yellowjackets, so if your thing is dykes who run mom-and-pop-video stores -- how couldn't it be? and that's JUST the cursory stuff -- here she is @kindrewind

will make things look nicer in time.......

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SAM AND DIANE IN CHEERS SEASON ONE

We are being awfully childish about this. Let’s leave it at this: I’m rubber and you’re glue, everything you say bounces off me and sticks to you. You love me, you love me, you love me, you love me!

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feeling super grateful because, while some private hardships have had me down, nothing buoys me like my friends and the unbreakable bonds i've forged through rp?!

meg (of solichor/miscreating/notable urls fame) surprised me on a whim at my work saturday then we bopped around <3 and this summer i am going to europe (!!) with the Sam Mun who started it all with me a billion years ago

basically, even though i haven't been able to be very active here, it's the people i've met from here who are keeping me active

dealing with one million things all at once (as are we all); writing has mostly been appointed to discord; but i will one million percent be here to write again soon, especially as the ice starts to melt, and, annually & naturally, my brain thaws 💐

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dealing with one million things all at once (as are we all); writing has mostly been appointed to discord; but i will one million percent be here to write again soon, especially as the ice starts to melt, and, annually & naturally, my brain thaws 💐

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"oh, trevor." she inflects absurdly, "i don't buy that."

untouchable? not according to diane, who takes his hands — apparently she's forecasting a good day for dispelling, "what halts you is never a dearth of thought. my inference, quite contrarily, is that your many strands of thinking have left you in knots."

the moment she says let's talk about it trevor wishes he'd stayed silent; words are the exact thing he's lacking. but he likes her suggestions.

"inspiration." what a cliché. completely untouchable. "i might have had only one story in me."

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something that tickles me about trevdiane (for whom i need to add a tag) is how trevor is the first modest person diane has ever dated. lol. he is maybe the first modest person she has ever met (jk, jk). and she just cannot compute that.

she's not the most modest person herself, of course, apart from moments of self-reflection which she DOES have but they're. scattered/precluded. (reason being that diane's immodesty/self-righteousness is typically a mismanaged defense mechanism to feeling less than - or out-of-place; performative; she's not REMOTELY narcissistic. she Is, however, kinda Vain :P i'll unspool/elucidate that some other time)

but diane encounters trevor and his humility (especially despite his accolades) and she is just like: what?? How Do We Un-Humble You A Hair?

that isn't a bad thing. there's much that is lovely and encouraging and confidence-boosting in that (Classic diane!) but where it comes from is hilarious (Classic diane!)

i am just here in the hopes of guiding the misguided

watching whatever the fuck is happening between trevdiane every week in the most episodic way @bluedprints

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"my censorship?" is he serious?

"if those are the words which have been gifted to you, you should look into returning them." there you are, sebastian. the scholar has reimagined the unimaginative, 'you take that back.'

"if not, you could easily be removed from this establishment." or as sam says, given the old heave-ho. "surely you did not come into our tavern to hold court."

Did the young woman just proceed to smart him with a whatever? Sebastian is rather unenamoured with this generation and their decided lack of respect. He scoffs, vehement in his opposition.

"The scholar has devoted herself keenly to her beloved books, I see. What a pity it is your imagination fails to stretch beyond the limits dictated to you by the original weavers of language. Are words not intended to be tools, gifted for our own remaking? Should we not commend my creativity?" He plants his drink down on the counter. "I have no interest in yielding to your censorship."

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"walk with you." she rephrases affirmatively.

sealing their hands together, diane presses herself against the solidity of trevor's shoulder, releases a tuneful sigh — to start them promenading forward — past the bright eyes of streetlamps, presiding over winding sidewalks; the background noise of traffic.

a mellowed merriment, "where shall we dine?"

peeking out at her under her wrist: boyish and charmed, a little bit ridiculous, very much saved. her expressions on her face like a picture book. his mind going blank while he tries to read hers, just for the loveliness of it.

"well, i," he straightens up a little, now that the weight of courage is off him, "what was i gonna do? i couldn't just, you know, pick you up and haul you, that'd be horrible."

he offers her his hand, last second. palm to palm, no heavy coats obscuring.

"walk with me?"

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watching whatever the fuck is happening between trevdiane every week in the most episodic way @bluedprints

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"you're lucky you didn't rattle your brain," diane forces a frown. it's an arduous task. sensitive to the sweetness of trevor's ramblings, this is not the direction her mouth desires to move in.

she pretends too.

making like she's feeling his forehead for fever, her furrowed brow now impersonates doctorish concentration. only partway into delivering his 'diagnosis' does she slip into sheer sincerity, "but i think you're okay."

more than okay.

"the answer is yes." she holds his gaze — but before long — mischievously toys, "i can't believe you thought you had to ask..."

"okay."

trevor pretend-gathers courage: deep breaths, shoulders high. shakes out his face, loosens up that smile. behind it, he is gathering real courage. three or four times he loses track of his focus—wants to just ask her to kiss him again.

"do you want to have dinner? with me? tonight. and i'll keep my misery entirely to myself. not that," he quickly intercepts himself before she can get a word in, "you make me miserable. you do the opposite. actually. so."

all the courage and for this?

he winces, squeezes one eye shut like she's a bullet headed straight for him.

"please?"

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i've rped diane for eight years and have dedicated myself to much rectification and canon intervention in all that time. among which is the cat i have given her in her adult life, whose name is professor whiskers,

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"ah," the clouds have parted. she greets his smile with a gladdened kiss.

"i predict, that if you were to proposition, this, diane," she frolics past friend — friendship is paramount in romance, and their romance is new — but it will emotionally echo in deferred wonderings, "to dinner, she would doubtless believe your plans to have been wondrously improved upon."

she pats trevor's coat, nose likewise scrunching with playful adoration, "so, do. ask her."

if he could he'd open his mouth wide and bite the words back.

instead he just tries to return her smile, tight-lipped, pink-necked, focusing on not being toppled over completely by the way she brushes her hands over his coat.

performative deep breath of concentration. each little pause in his sentence hangs like a question mark in the air between them,

"what if?—i took my friend diane?—for a bite to eat?"

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@eyeshone

"Why, the funny thing is, Ms. Diane, I count myself among them! The, oh, the senseless. Many things go over my head—I know! But I don't feel shorter for it!"

"okay, listen," diane good-naturedly objects. "i have had my dawnings with the discipline," which discipline, you ask? she will get to that. "enough, to be qualified to tell, that there have been plenty of illustrious minds throughout philosophy who have rehearsed, and, re-rehearsed, that wisdom — that's true wisdom — is in knowing where one is unknowing.

therefore, those minds, would come right out and say that you, sir, have more sense than you claim you do!" ta-da! a semi-curtsy.