[VD: A grayscale Magnus Archives animatic of Jon and Gerry talking in episode 111 of The Magnus Archives. Gerry, a ghostly goth, and Jon, a thin brown man in a graphic T-shirt, sit together at a table. Gerry says scornfully, "Playing politics with things they didn’t understand. Reckoned her tradition was less the academic and more the, uh…" Jon offers dryly, "V-Village witch?"
Gerry laughs, pleased, and asks, "You sure you don’t know her?" He sighs, sobers, and says, "Yeah. But deep down what she wanted wasn’t all that different from the ivory tower idiots she hated. Y’know, I think, secretly, she dreamed of starting a little mystic dynasty of her own." He grimaces. "With me."
Jon says a little eagerly, "Like the, the Lukases? Or the Fairchilds?" Gerry corrects, "Well, Fairchild’s just a name, they’re not really family." Then he does a finger gun and says, "The Lukases, though, yeah."
He turns away, pensive and frowning, and says, "Thing is, it’s harder than it looks. What’s out there… doesn’t care about blood." Jon, grinning a little, says, "Well, I-I mean, except for the vampires…" Gerry scowls, "Yeah, obviously except for the vampires." Jon looks abashed, and Gerry looks down sorrowfully to say, "But they care about your choices, your fears, not your parents." End VD]
[ID: A still of the scene where Gerry scowls and says "Yeah, obviously except for the vampires" to an embarrassed Jon. End ID]
rewatching jurassic park, i realized that one of my favorite details of the whole movie is all the merchandise. they haven’t completed a full safety inspection of the park yet. hammond and others keep talking about things that they’ll do later. THEY HAVEN’T PUT LOCKING MECHANISMS ON THE CARS. BUT DON’T WORRY. BECAUSE ALL THE MERCH HAS NOT ONLY BEEN DESIGNED, BUT PRODUCED AND PUT ON SHELVES. I LOVE THIS MOVIE
honestly, though. sometimes when the drakes are discussed it does seem a little "oh, they never would never do <insert terrible fanon trait here>, they just <insert a different trait they....also never really did and is actually kind of contradicted by canon? here>"
kidswaps that i'm making. dave plays the sims models them after his friends and mother and psychoanalyzes them and rose would have listened to 100 gecs if 100 gecs existed in 2009. thank you
thinking about the time that my brother and i got kicked out of the free pool at my sister's apartments because we were both more comfortable wearing a stretchy t-shirt and shorts to swim. like the guy that kicked us out was so mad at our audacity to not be wearing his idea of a swim suit. he yelled that we had to get out even after my brother, who was like 10 years old at the time, tried to explain that the t-shirt he was wearing was swimsuit material and still got berated. sorry this turned into an unnecessary long rant but like SERIOUSLY? even after being told that these were our swim clothes that we changed into expressly for swimming he kicked us out because he wanted to maintain the look of the pool ?!?!?!
Rain flinched at Swiss’ tone, although it wasn’t harsh, Rain hasn’t expected to be called out.
Rain fiddled nervously with the hem.
“Uh-Yeah?” It came out like a question.
He’d had trouble getting dressed this morning, each T-shirt he’s put on felt…wrong. Too itchy, the fabric too thick, too tight, the tag too scratchy, the collar too tight. It went on like that until he’d tried on all the shirts he owned and failed to find one he could stand to have on his body for more then 5 seconds. He seriously contemplated just going shirtless for the day and doing his chores half naked until he remembered the absolute gem Swiss had hidden in his closet.
It’s a hideous patterned Hawaiian shirt that Swiss had thrifted in his first year of being summoned, it was thin and oversized and so soft and felt so light on Rains body it felt like he wasn’t wearing anything. It was perfect. So that morning he’d snuck into Swiss’ room, sending a prayer to Satan that Swiss was alone, he wasn’t but he was curled up next to Mountain who slept like a log so no worries about waking him up, and swiped the shirt right from Swiss closet.
Swiss smiled cockily at him.
“You know, last time I checked this was still in my closet.” He flicks at the collar.
Rain feels his cheeks flush.
“Oh-well I-you see-“
Swiss cuts him off.
“I think you’ve been thieving.” He takes a step closer to Rain, an almost predatory smile on his face.
Rain feels his heart pick up in panic, he hasn’t meant to make Swiss mad, he really hadn’t, he just wanted something to wear. He rubs the soft fabric of the collar along his lip in an attempt to sooth himself as his breathing picks up.
“Hey.” Swiss said softly, running his thumb over Rains lip where he was rubbing the fabric. “I was just teasing.” His whole face had softened.
“I- you’re not mad?”
Swiss smiles sweetly at him.
“At you? Never.” He runs a thumb over Rains cheek. “I know how much you love that shirt, I’d never get mad at you.”
Rain let’s out a sign of relief, leaning his forehead against Swiss’ chest.
Swiss runs a hand through Rains hair, making him purr.
“I’m sorry for teasing you like that. If I’d have known you were having a bad day I wouldn’t have.”
Rain hums.
“I’m sorry as well. I should’ve snuck into your room while you were asleep.”
Swiss chuckles at him, using two fingers to lift Rains chin to look at him.
“You don’t have to apologise. What’s mine is yours, little thief.”