#and george missing lucy omg

[all-too-unwell-13]

"it's just a one off" "i'm not asking you to join us again"

LIAR. anthony lockwood, i can practically see it in your eyes.

tell me that wasn't him trying to ask her to come back!!!! bc it totally was!!!!!

[lewkwoodnco]

and I hope it gets to you on some Pacific wind - Lockwood x Reader

will you love me like you loved me in the January rain? will you love me like you loved me and I'll never ask for more.

and I never minded being on my own, then something broke in me and I wanted to go home to be where you are but even closer to you, you seem so very far and now I'm reaching out with every note I sing and I hope it gets to you on some Pacific wind wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

I didn't choose this town. I dream of getting out. There's just one who could make me stay...all my days.

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST part 1: I Can See You

a/n: WOOOO almost a month since my last fic (tl;dr got terribly sick, got my a level results, scholarship apps, trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life until I remembered, oh, right, I hate doing that, so now its back to fic writing) anywaysss watched miss peregrines home for peculiar children while i was sick and omg. the end credits song??? deCEASED. anyways heres a fic inspired by that song which you should definitely listen to and i definitely wont cry if you dont cbnjvfkjva bye going to get chocolate cakee

warnings/tropes: reader (unexpectedly) missing lockwood desperately after moving away, pining for someone w every fiber of your being, handling grief (NO major character death tho), angst, no happy ending :/// but some snippets of humour!

word count: 6.3k! (my longest fic yet!)

"You won't believe what they're doing at Fittes."

 She slid into a seat at Portland Row's kitchen table, oblivious to the fact that she had just stolen George's seat. George glared at Lockwood for a minute, who looked appropriately sympathetic yet slightly distracted, before picking another seat.

"Hi Y/N, how nice to see you. Again. For the third time this week. Please, make yourself at home."

"Oh, Georgie, you're so sweet." She was too distraught to pick up on George's sarcastic tone or his eye roll, though Lockwood spared him an apologetic glance. She slammed a letter onto the table, upsetting the salt and pepper shakers, which Lockwood started curiously scanning. "Unlike my daft supervisors."

There was always a flurry of activity whenever she visited Portland Row. She somehow always had so much to say, and she had to say it within the first five minutes of her being there. That usually meant Portland Row's own activities would come to a brief halt, but her news was more often than not too entertaining to incite many grievances from the inhabitants.

After their joint case involving Winkman, Lucy and George had felt the air shift between them, in a way they couldn't quite put their finger on. Something had obviously happened, especially since she had started stopping by Portland Row. They'd exchange a few obligatory insults, share the highlights of their week, and somehow not bite each other's faces off. Over time, the insults faded into the background, but they still threw in the occasional jab when things started seeming too friendly. Why they were still pretending to get into tiffs when Lockwood had slipped her a spare key was completely lost on George and Lucy. 

One unfortunate consequence was they became stuck in this weird limbo. Neither friends nor enemies, but something more rather than in between. And yet, some part of them always hesitated, and so they remained as the two singular, lonely entities they had always been. That wasn't to say they didn't have it in their hearts to feel appropriately outraged for the other when the circumstances called for it.

"Layoffs?”

"Layoffs!"

"What the hell are they laying you off for?"

"Exactly! Never mind that my team has the lowest mortality rate, or that we've never caused destruction worth any more than 500 pounds - no offence, Lockwood."

"Er, yes. At least they're giving you a decent severance package."

Apparently, that wasn't the right thing to say, and this time the egg cups went down as well.

"Overrated ass agency with fuck ass headquarters in the middle of London that I never wanted to spend the rest of my career at anyway, fuck Fittes bitch fucking Rotwell's wannabe-“

"What about Kipps?"

Her face twisted and the others braced for impact a third time. "If they don't put his head on the chopping block, I will-"

After a few cups of tea and a few more rounds of nonsensically excessive swearing, she had finally gotten her disappointment under control.

"Maybe a little rapier practice will take your mind off things?"

She pulled a face. "But my shoulder's so tired."

"Your shoulder's been tired for three weeks now. If your break goes on any longer you'll forget everything I've taught you about grips."

"Aw. Oh no."

"Yes, yes, you're very funny."

"What a tragedy."

"You could at least try to pretend like you care."

"I care! I so care. Of course I care. I've got the hottest instructor this side of the Thames."

"Only on this side of the Thames?"

"Yeah, 'cause he's also a dork ass loser who wears confetti-coloured socks."

Still, she joined him in the basement for a little bit of practice, just to refresh her memory. After that, they tried to venture into some basic lunges, which was where things started going downhill again.

"It's no use." She drove her rapier into the stand and started pulling her wrist brace off, despite Lockwood's deflating encouragement. She sat propped up against the wall, frustratedly combing through her sticky hair. "I'm hopeless at this. Maybe Fittes did know what they were doing when they laid me off."

Lockwood sighed. He put away his own rapier and joined her on the floor. "You're not the only employee they've dismissed. You just got...unlucky."

"Now I feel worse."

"My point is, things will start looking up once you move on." He fiddled with her wrist brace. hesitating. "You do know what to do next, don't you?"

She sighed. "I'll start sending out applications tomorrow. There's this agency in Canterbury I've worked with before. Maybe they'll consider having me full-time."

If she notices Lockwood being mildly taken aback, she doesn't remark on it. He manages some strangled response of approval, and their rapier practice session ends there. It's too late for her to return home by then, so they wash up and get ready for bed. It's clear the day has taken a sizeable chunk out of her when she almost immediately falls half-asleep. Lockwood worries over their conversation in the basement. He glances at her relaxed face. Yeah, she was probably still awake.

"Y/N. Y/N."

"Mm."

"You awake?"

"Mhm."

"I just wanted to tell you that...I was perfectly serious that time. When I said you could come work for me. In case you were wondering. Y/N?"

She doesn't respond, and after a few minutes, her breathing evens out again. He isn't sure if she's heard her, and is even less sure why she's doing everything in her power to stay away from Lockwood & Co.

One cold, January morning, she had been at the Archives with Lockwood & Co. where they were doing some research on their latest joint case. By the time that January morning had turned into a chilly January afternoon, George was telling Lockwood off for leaving one of the maps behind at Portland Row. Naturally, Lockwood was sent to fetch the missing materials, who, not-so-naturally, enlisted her help. 

As reluctant as she may have appeared to join Lockwood on this errand, she rested her buzzing head against the soothing, cold glass of the cab gratefully. She had been a little distracted all morning; working at a slower pace, fiddling with the large volumes disinterestedly, staring off into space. She was simultaneously irritated and relieved that Lockwood had noticed. She stared out at the foggy streets of London with her own foggy eyes, trying to make sense of the day.

She had decided to wait on their front porch while Lockwood nipped in to get the papers. While waiting, a sharp rap on their tin awning startled her. Peering up at the sky, she watched the first raindrops of that January shower land in Portland Row's garden. Soon enough, it started to pour generously. The delicate, almost curious winter daffodils drooped their heads under the violent force that was the rain coming down in sheets. In the grey of the clouds and the streets, their yellow petals made her dream of something half-happy.

Tentatively, she walked down the path and stepped into the garden. And then another step. And then another. She was frolicking in the rain for the first time in her life, and there was no one around to stop her.

She felt the rain pause, and turned to see Lockwood holding an umbrella over the two of them. She wrapped her fingers around his on the handle and, with a bit of difficulty, closed the umbrella over their heads. It was only a matter of seconds before the heavy raindrops started weighing his coat down and flattening his otherwise perfectly coiffed hair. She watched the hues of curiosity and amusement shift in his eyes, all of them tinged with the mauve of love. She watched him love her wholly, unabashedly, asking for nothing.

She felt sorry for ruining Lockwood's nice clothes only for a moment, before throwing her arms around his neck, clutching him a little stronger than what was strictly necessary. Papers forgotten, rain soaken, daffodils smitten…she never wanted it to end.

And that was when her life started to fall apart. Being laid off by Fittes had drastically changed their dynamic, and hardly for the better. It was no longer banter from one agent to another - it was one agent and the bad habit he had picked up over the months, one he didn't seem too keen on kicking anytime soon. She didn't ask to stay, and he didn't ask her to leave. And so she spent the rest of her days of unemployment at Portland Row, helping out however she could, filling out and mailing her applications.

Which brought her to her next problem - letters of recommendation.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, reading through the advertisements in the newspaper while nervously shredding its bottom corner. She didn't even look up when Lockwood placed her mug of tea in front of her. He shifted it right on top of the ad she was picking apart.

"Oh. Thanks."

"How's the job search going?"

"Not good." She sighed. "A lot of them require a letter of recommendation."

He slid into the seat next to hers, resting his chin on the back of the chair. "I'll write you a letter of recommendation."

"From my previous employer."

"So? Go over to Fittes and ask for one."

"I don't know," she said, disintegrating the final scraps of newspaper. "Seems a little awkward to go back there after they laid me off."

Lockwood took a look at his watch. "I've got a client meeting at 2, so we should leave after breakfast."

He was already climbing out of his chair and talking to George about the stove misbehaving again by the time her brain caught up. "Hang on, we?" 

Lockwood seemed to very conveniently not hear her. "Y/N, if you're not going to drink your tea, we should leave now."

She crammed the last of her toast into her mouth while shrugging her coat on, and joined him outside where he was counting out some coins in his hand.

"Should be just enough for the two of us."

"Just enough for what?"

"The bus. Lovely day, isn't it?"

The trip to Fittes was one of the worst she'd had in her life. She almost felt ashamed for getting laid off and was driving herself crazy obsessing over it. Halfway through she felt a warmth settle over her hand, and glanced down to see Lockwood's palm covering her own. He was looking out the window as if nothing had even happened, and she was looking at him. She couldn't quite tear her eyes away from the sight.

When they reached, she went up to the customer service counter while Lockwood hung back. He looked around the first-floor lobby languidly, watching everyone hurry about their da- hang on, was that Barnes coming out of a conference room? 

Lockwood smiled at him while Barnes averted his gaze and started walking out a little faster. Yes, that was most definitely Barnes. He started walking towards him and was just about to call out when he was interrupted by a slightly heated voice coming from the customer service counter.

"What do you mean you don't offer letters of recommendation?!"

A few days after they were almost-but-not-really kicked out of the Fittes headquarters, she and Lockwood were in the library reshelving some books a little before lunchtime. George and Lucy were in the kitchen, so for a while all that could be heard was the smooth sounds of books being pulled off and being put onto the shelves. Lockwood glanced at her and cleared his throat, forcefully injecting a certain nonchalance into his voice.

"I was talking to Barnes the other day."

"Hmm?"

"I think I managed to convince him that we're a big enough agency now to need health insurance."

"Health insurance? Well, don't tell George, or he'll fling himself off the roof at the first chance."

Lockwood stifled a laugh, turning it into a cough though his voice was still comically strained. "Don't go giving him any ideas, now." 

They continued rearranging the books in silence until he steeled himself enough to pick up the conversation again.

"So, what I wanted to say was...if you wanted to join Lockwood & Co... you wouldn't have to worry about your mother. Not anymore."

She paused her shelving and frowned at him. "Why do you want me to join Lockwood & Co. so badly?"

"I think you'd be...a valuable member of our team."

So close, yet so far from the few words she wanted to hear. Please join us, Y/N. Forget about all these other agencies. I'd miss you more than I could bear if you left. Go on. Say it.

"Is that all?"

"I...I suppose."

She turned back to their task, disappointed. "I've been wanting to leave London for a while now. To get out, explore...see what's out there."

He stilled for a moment, before bowing his head regretfully. "I see."

 Ask me to stay. Please.

They were sitting cross-legged in the garden on Lockwood's coat, the winter daffodils now resting their tired heads on their knees. She squinted up at the sky, now that the rain had come down to a light drizzle.

"My mum never let me go out in the rain." She smiled bitterly at him. "The rest of my friends would go out into the street in their...raincoats...wellingtons...and I'd watch them from the kitchen window. She always said I'd fall sick. And I'd always think...how terrible would it really be if I did?" 

She stared at the ground and tried very hard not to cry. "I was a kid. I just...I just wanted a bit of fun." She pressed a shaky hand to her eyes, then dragged it up to her forehead. "And now, all I want..." 

The silence filled in for the words she didn't say.

"I never thought I'd miss that."

She glanced at his face anxiously, trying to gauge his reaction. In a way, she mused, Lockwood, and whatever this was, was not all that dissimilar from the rain. It was some wish for a sickness for a fleeting moment of peace. A fleeting moment of being wanted.

He blinked away the raindrops weighing on his eyelashes. "You won't have to. She'll be alright."

"How do you know?"

He stared at a limp daffodil, whose head was being cradled by the bend of his knee, and sighed. "I don't. But some things you just have to...believe."

"I'm sick of believing."

"Then I'll believe for you."

She never knew what it was like to have someone hold onto faith when she couldn't. To have someone hold her up when her knees were buckling under her, to do what she wasn't strong enough to do herself. She cleared her throat, suddenly embarrassed. 

"You don't have to do that."

"Someone's got to do it. I'll do it for you."

It was around this point that Lockwood suddenly started getting a lot busier. He somehow never had the time to stay in the same room as her for longer than a minute, and any short passing conversations they shared felt stunted. Other than a cursory smile when they passed each other in the hallways, Lockwood seemed further to her than ever, with his cool demeanour that was somehow forever occupied with matters greater and more important than her.

After a few days of struggling with her applications on her own, Lucy suggested that she pay a visit to DEPRAC for a letter of recommendation. Thankfully, her request for the letter was successful, but her joy was short-lived, barely lasting the bus ride home.

She watched the hopelessly in love couples on the bus whisper to each other, hold hands or even just enjoy each other's company in silence. There was a guy with his hair styled in an unnervingly familiar way. It triggered a sick image of Lockwood sitting on this very bus, next to a girl with lazily attractive eyes and hair prettier than hers could ever be. It made her feel nauseous.

When she returned to Portland Row, she walked around the seemingly empty house, perplexed, until she finally found the three of them pouring over a large book in the library. Lockwood was fiddling with the shirt sleeves folded at his elbows and was the first to glance up as she gently pushed the door open.

"Hey," she smiled at them faintly, avoiding Lockwood's gaze, trying to keep the worry gnawing at her synapses at bay. She stepped inside, 

leaning over the huge book, tracing the letters with her eyes interestedly. 

"Is that the -" 

Lockwood slammed the book shut, cutting her off and sending Lucy into a coughing fit over the dust it released.

"Y/N! Find your way to DEPRAC alright?"

 It was a heavy book, she kept repeating to herself, of course it was going to take quite an effort to close it. However, from the way his forearms flexed aggressively as he stuffed the book back into its cloth cover, she wasn't entirely convinced.

"...yes. I took the bus."

"Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" The three of them exchanged a look while Lockwood firmly tucked the book in. The grey skies peeking through the curtains looked hardly lovely. George finally caved, glaring at Lockwood.

"We were just finalising our plan for next week's case."

"I used to draw up mission plans for my team at Fittes. Maybe I could -"

"I think we're fine." Lockwood crossed his arms, his expression unnaturally surly and his jaw set in a way that gave her a sinking feeling. George threw the book at him, who only barely managed to catch it at the last second. 

"Told you we should have waited for her."

Unfortunately, matters refused to ease up over the next week. And so she somehow learned to live without him. One morning, she decided to get an early start to the day since she was going to be accompanying Lucy to the DEPRAC headquarters to submit some company paperwork. She paused at the foot of the stairs when she heard a bit of a ruckus in the kitchen, followed by some soft swearing. She crept towards the kitchen to see Lockwood scrambling to gather up an upturned first aid kit while a dark red patch swelled on his socks, still in the same attire as when he left for a solo case the previous evening.

He looked at her furiously, trying to hide his injured ankle behind the kitchen table. He seemed to become further incensed by her helping to set the first aid kit right. "Leave it. I can do it on my own."

"I'm only trying to help! Don't look at me like that, you got yourself hurt in the first place."

He spoke emphatically through gritted teeth. "I don't need your help."

"Lockwood, your sock is nearly soaked through with blood. So shut up."

Maybe the blood loss was starting to catch up to him, but for once, Lockwood did as he was told. He certainly wasn't happy about it, but he allowed her to peel back his sock and wince at the sight of the wound. As she cleaned and dressed the injury, she couldn't help but be reminded of old times when they would snap at each other, her more than him, whenever they were within ten feet of the other. It was almost nostalgic but slightly worrying to be back to square one.

When he could hold himself back no longer, he pried the bandage roll out of her hands with an unexpected gentleness, shakily winding it messily around his ankle. When he was done, she put it away with the first aid kit, and when she returned, his nose was buried in the day's paper, once again as distant as an island.

Soon after that, George and Lucy joined them for breakfast, and George almost immediately picked up on 

"Lucy, George won't leave me alone!"

"Lockwood's a pent-up git that never says what he feels!"

Lucy gave them a sidelong glance. "...right. Y/N, ready to -?"

Eyes watering, she chugged the last of her tea and clambered out of her chair, but Lockwood beat her to it. He folded the newspaper sharply, and straightened from his seat, albeit a tad unsteadily.

"No need. I'll come with you, Luce." She and Lucy exchanged a glance, and she slowly sunk back down into her seat. Lucy took in the ectoplasm on his trainers, his slightly charred shirt and the purple under his eyes.

"Are you sure? You look a little...tired."

"I've been out all night. One more trip isn't going to kill me." He patted Lucy firmly on the shoulder, his grip looking a little painful as he swayed imperceptibly, voice trailing off as he started shuffling towards the door.

His limp was unmistakable now, but the three of them knew better than to question him when he was in a mood like this, with his uneven voice and rough words dangerously close to becoming slurred. "Come now," he was saying, "let's not bother Y/N with Lockwood & Co. matters." His shifty eyes finally settled on her for the first time that morning, but she didn't like the brooding spite behind them. "Not when she has all these important applications to fill out."

The silence that followed prickled uncomfortably. Lucy scoffed and stepped out, Lockwood following her determinedly. There was some muffled argument in the hallway, then the sound of the front door opening and closing, and then silence once more. She stared at the dregs of her tea stonily, hating the way her face burned with shame. When she finally looked up, George had left, but there was a sympathy jammy dodger within reach.

It was getting dangerously close to half an hour in the rain, yet still the heavens beat down on them ruthlessly. They had retired to the front steps just outside the awning, now almost completely drenched. She shuffled her feet nervously, trying to scrounge up some warmth, while the rain flowed down Lockwood's nose freely. He was staring at the rich dark earth at his feet, like he had forgotten where he was, his coat long forgotten. She stood up and jabbed him between the shoulder blades sharply, making him snap his head up.

"It's getting cold. I'm going inside." Lockwood blinked, raindrops decorating an eyelash or two, and nodded after a moment. She sighed impatiently.

"Don't you want to come inside too?"

"...I'm not cold."

"No, but you'll fall sick if you stay out any longer."

He rubbed his face wearily, his back muscles shifting mechanically under his translucent shirt. "I'll be alright."

She bristled instinctively. The raindrops somehow got even louder as they pelted the tin awning. "I'm serious, Lockwood."

"So am I."

"Then come inside before you catch something awful."

"I'll come inside when I want to."

The torrential downpour continued unabated, viciously attacking their home's exterior. The rapping of the raindrops against the tin rung in her ears like anger.

"Why must you be so stubborn?"

He finally looked up to meet her eyes, his own filled with a despair she had rarely seen. "I want to be alone."

It was the night of the big case that Lockwood & Co. had been preparing for for a week now, but two of its three members had come down with the most awful stomach bug she had seen. Apparently, there was something off with Arif's doughnuts that day, and now Lucy and George were down with food poisoning. She was in her room, listening to Lockwood wear down the floorboards outside her room with all his pacing. Finally, he stopped in front of her door, and after a moment, gave a short knock.

"Come in."

He opened the door to reveal a fully decked-out Lockwood extensively decorated with flares and lavender. She raised her eyebrows.

"Wow. That is...wow."

"George and Lucy are down with food poisoning," he began impatiently, "and I could really use an extra pair of eyes." He softened his stance at the critical look in her eye, taking on a more apologetic demeanour. "...please."

"But I don't even know how to use a rapier."

"Not much room for one, anyway. It's a two-room cottage."

She toyed with the idea of saying no. The idea of watching the hope in his eyes flicker out, of watching him go do the job...alone...without anyone's help...without anyone to help him if he got injured, or worse-

"Fine. I'll meet you downstairs in two minutes."

The cab was waiting for them by the time she was hurrying down the stairs, and she flipped through the summarised research report on the way there. She winced at the circled deduction that the Visitor was likely a Fetch, which Lockwood picked up on.

"Is something wrong?"

"...no." With some difficulty, she tore her eyes away from the report and closed the file. In all her years of experience, Fetches were the one Visitor that she still struggled with. It didn't help that her encounters with them had been few and far between. She glanced at Lockwood, who was staring out the window coolly as if barely nonplussed by the anticipation of coming face-to-face with one of the most dangerous Visitor types.

The taxi driver was quite a bit intimidated by Lockwood's superfluous attire, and so refused to go any further than the foot of the hill at the top of which the cottage was located. As they lugged their equipment up the hill, she felt her frustration towards Lockwood swell and swell until it finally reached a breaking point. She dropped the duffel bag she was carrying with a clatter, making Lockwood stop and turn around to face her.

"What's wrong?"

"Why have you been so off lately?"

His features hardened and his jaw set like it had so many times before. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing. Obviously."

He stared at her hard, before dropping his own duffel bag. The tension over the past two weeks had clearly come to a head and it was happening right there on the hill in near-darkness. "I thought we were a team."

"We are."

"Well, it sure as hell doesn't feel like it."

"I just want to be independent."

"No, you don’t. You want to be alone."

“That's not true!” She hesitated. "That's not fair." At that moment, she felt so terribly small and insignificant, in a way she hadn't felt since having a particularly cruel supervisor in her first year of being an agent. Her eyes prickled unpleasantly, and she was suddenly engulfed with memories about that January shower. Oh, no, she thought. He was never going to hold her like that again. 

She shook her head as if trying to shake some sense into herself. "I don't...I don't want to be a burden. I can do this on my own."

"You want to do this on your own."

"How could you possibly think that?"

“All I see is someone too scared to stick their neck out for something real for once in their life."

“What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't think you know what you're running from!"

She looked around in despair as if searching for some way to make him understand. "I'm not running from anything."

He stepped closer to her, and it was all she could manage to not burst into tears with his face twisted something ugly with hurt.

"You're running from me."

I'm not, she wants to say, but the words get caught in her throat. The silence rings out harshly between the two of them until Lockwood picks up his bag and resumes the trek uphill. After a moment or two, she follows him.

When they reach inside, they go through the motions of setting up their chains and investigating the areas of the Visitor's appearance, the way they've done hundreds of times before. Eventually, they split up and pace their corresponding rooms, the malaise growing stronger in the air by the minute.

After an hour or so, she felt it. A prickling in the hairs at the back of her neck. Waves of nausea washed over her and she felt paralysed by fear. She knew that when she turned, she'd be faced with something too terrible to comprehend. But she's too weak to brave seeing something so terrible, and so she doesn't turn. At that moment, she unravelled, and covered her eyes with her hands like a child, gasping with sobs that she struggled to suppress.

Suddenly, the cold breathing down her neck was replaced by intense heat as the hiss of a flare eating through a Visitor filled her ears. She felt rough hands desperately clutching her wrists and peeked through her fingers to meet Lockwood's panic-stricken gaze. Panic-stricken over her. His eyes shifted to the Visitor behind her and lobbed another flare at it in the nick of time. 

She started creeping along the walls, running her hands over every nook and cranny until she came across a picture frame radiating strong feelings of anxiety. She scrambled for the iron still folded in her pocket and threw it over the frame. The Visitor instantly evaporated, leaving Lockwood staring at the corner it had just been occupying with a haunted look in his eyes. When he had regained proper control of his senses, he turned to her.

"I didn't know-"

"I thought I'd be able to manage it, okay?" She avoided his gaze. "I'm sorry. Can we just go h- go back now?"

The ride back was somehow even quieter than the ride there, both of them burdened by thoughts that would clearly never see the light of day. He paused at the hat stand near the front door while she shrugged her coat off.

"Y/N-"

"I think I'll go to bed now. Goodnight, Lockwood."

She cut past him brusquely, heading straight for her room, though it would be many hours before the buzzing in her head quieted enough for her to fall asleep. As she got undressed, her mind drifted back to when Lockwood was standing right in front of her, holding her wrists with a long-forgotten gentleness, and the close shave with the Fetch. Too close of a shave. Tonight could never happen again. She had to make sure of it.

Over the next few days, their relationship returned to being suspiciously amicable. Perhaps it wasn't as glaringly obvious to the others with the distraction of their stomach bug, but George's squint at her when she handed him a glass of water was enough to see that he was onto them.

She had been in the basement polishing their iron chains when Lockwood knocked on the door. She put the chains down for a moment as he pulled out a minimalistic envelope.

"This just came for you in the mail."

It had the address of one of the agencies she had applied to written on it. She nervously ripped it open and started scanning the contents before she remembered where she was. She looked at Lockwood, who had a cool expression of polite curiosity.

"So? Did you get it?"

"They want me to start next week." Lockwood's lips curved into a half-smile, and it was the first smile he'd given her in weeks that reached his eyes.

"That's...that's amazing. You deserve it. That is, if you're going to accept it."

"It's a rather decent offer. Think it would be quite a shame to pass it up. Don't you?"

He gave a slight pause. "Of course. Yes."

"...but?"

He shook his head and gave a short laugh. "It's...it's silly." He was staring at a patch of grease on the floor which he was very focused on rubbing out with his shoe. "I've known you for...for as long as Lockwood & Co.'s been around." He looked up from the floor to meet her gaze, his eyes open and honest. 

"I don't know if I can do this without you."

She looks into his flighty brown eyes and drinks in as much as she can of him. Next week, she'll be in a different town, at a new job, meeting new people until he becomes just a distant memory, some dream she had once upon a time, and she'd be freed from her shackles of longing. But now, in his eyes she sees the two of them spinning round and round, forever together in a January shower in some universe.

"I should start packing."

Her goodbyes were fairly uneventful. They exchanged promises to write, to keep in touch. Lucy and George waved her off from their front door. Lockwood didn't come down from his room. Now she was in her new home, miles away from any feelings that may have tethered her from Portland Row, and all that was left to do was sit and wait and try to forget.

Except. Except.

Here she was, lying on her bed with an all too familiar weight on her chest. Those feelings she had promised to bury with the winter daffodils were here - travelled miles to plague her mind with restless thoughts of which nothing could ever come. How was it that all this distance only made her crave Lockwood even more? He stained her mind and hung from her lips like a broken promise, like an unheard prayer. It was there when she woke up, it was there when she went to sleep, it laid next to her and embraced her like a lover till she couldn't breathe.

Three months later, she still hasn't moved on and has almost entirely given up on any hope for sleep. She replays her memories of him like a tired VCR, and every night the image grows fainter and fainter. What, exactly, did his voice sound like? Did he have dimples? He had a scar on his collarbone, she was fairly sure. But how did he get it? She waits for the sky to light up for those few short hours after her work for the day, but be it day or night, the sadness remains.

For years she had been so strong, so tough, so ready to do anything and to do it alone. Too independent to even work properly with his agency. But after meeting Lockwood, it all felt like a farce, like she had just been pretending and hoping and closing her eyes through as many horrors as she could handle until she finally reached her breaking point. Something had snapped in her soul - some ill-gotten desire to fasten herself to him from the moment she had kissed him after Winkman's. To have him be her home.

Even so, she still had a job to do, so she carried these feelings around with her. There was this one particular case where her team was tasked by the city council to clear out an old, abandoned mansion of any Visitors. She had been creeping through the third floor when she saw him standing there, in the shard of moonlight peeking through the rafters. Lockwood was standing mere feet in front of her, sleeves rolled up to his elbows without his coat, whole and uninjured.

"Lockwood!" She closed the distance between them. "What are you doing here?"

He turned to face her, smiling mildly as if she had done nothing more than greet her. Y/N, he was saying. His voice reverberated differently than what she was used to, but she put it down to the weird acoustics of the mansion. 

Why did you leave me?

"...what?"

Why did you go away? You've made me sick with worry.

"I...I have?"

Day in, day out, you're all I think about.

"No...no, that can't be right. That's me, not you."

Are you sure? Think harder. What do you remember about me?

"I don't know, I don't know. Why are you doing this, Lockwood?" Something was very, very wrong. What was he of all people doing here, and why weren't his lips moving when he talked?

How can you be so in love with me if you can't even remember me?

I do! I do remember you! Please don't say I don't.

Why'd you leave me, Y/N?

"Wha...what? I didn't - no - I didn't mean to leave you-"

I wanted you to stay.

"Then you should have TOLD ME!"

But I did tell you.

It still hadn't fully clicked in her brain, but she gleaned enough to tell that this wasn't Lockwood. Some obscene bastardisation of him, perhaps, but nothing of any real substance. She walked back a few steps, keeping her eyes trained on him, and against her better judgement threw a flare at him. It hit the centre of his chest, which began to fizzle up and corrode away at the figment until there was nothing left but the dying embers reflected in her misty eyes. He had looked...so solid. So real. Real enough for her to believe. Oh god, how badly she wanted to believe.

That night, she had barely pulled off much of her excess gear before slumping into bed, which she did not leave for the next three days. Obviously, that hadn't been Lockwood, it was a Fetch. But it only had her memories to work off of. What was it that had happened that made her feel like he had told her to stay? She drove herself mad picking apart every interaction she had had with him since she was 13. What did she miss? Where was the mistake?

Maybe she was just hoping for a mistake.

I miss you. I wish you were here - not miles away in London, here, beside me. I wish it was you lodged in my chest instead of this acrid longing. I'm the one who can't do this without you. Please come back to me. I'm so tired of being strong. Please come save me. I need you here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here.

TAGLIST: @mitskiswift99 @dangelnleif @elenianag080 @snoopyluver20 @ell0ra-br3kk3r @avdiobliss @ahead-fullofdreams @neewtmas @mischivana @houseoftwistedspirits

P.S. until I changed my mind at the very last minute this WAS going to have a happy ending I wrote it out and everything but then deleted and Grammarly won't let me ctrl z my way out of this :(((

[bella-rose29]

episode 2 commentary - Let Go of Me

major spoilers for show and books, swearing, me obsessing over lockwood's hands probably (edit: definitely, and George's)

why did I immediately think jellyfish

omg the flowers

Luce you really shouldn't have taken that

just like @demigoddess-of-ghosts said, why tf are deprac asking if there's anyone else there when Lucy is quite literally screaming 'lockwood'

"miss lockwood" and "lockwood's my partner" 🤭

"we called your mother" ok well her mother is a Bitch so that wasn't a good idea

"rest up until he's given you the all-clear" like fuck she's gonna do that

omg the flowers!!!

ooo spooky green lighting

omg the ghost lock victims ward 🥲

I would love to know what they were planning on doing with this scene actually bc I feel like it sets up some sort of ghost lock victim storyline for the future - maybe using them for science? idk I'd just love to know

oof lockwood's hands

just this whole scene of lockwood

hands

barnes is not fucking around lol

HANDS

HANDS

the way he sits back in the chair has me WEAK

THE JAW MOVEMENT

can you tell I'm going feral

George's lil run omg

George is so neurospicy I love it

George your posture needs sorting out my love 😭

"You're meant to say no, Lucy" well it's difficult to say no to lockwood when he looks at you with his beautiful eyes and smile and-

"I'd say like a house on fire" 😭

my poor baby looks so tired :( and he definitely needs a shower oh dear

I didn't think I would hear lockwood with his queen's English call someone 'mate'

I love that George just says straight up facts

"posh one who thinks he's god's gift" sounds about right

"his weird mate with zero social skills" also sounds about right

I love that they included the tapes for norrie bc actually it's a great way of adding to the narrative (bc we don't have any voice overs) and we get lucy's view on stuff

and we see her survivor's guilt too - "like how I should have helped you" omg 🥲 (excuse me while I go cry in a corner)

ruby stokes the woman you are

"no it doesn't, it looks like I cooked it in an active volcano" pfffft George I love you

"Andrew lockwood"

"girls are funny about baths" he's trying goddammit

HIS SMILE

"she's not unhinged" "you're hardly the best judge of these things" "you need normal people around you" "you really think you're normal?" your honour I love their friendship

"the world's mad, and normal never fixed anything" gonna make it my motto

"let me... sleep on it" BOY YOU DON'T EVER SLEEP

oh Luce

okay but these special effects are so fucking cool

hang on why the hell did Lucy go to sleep holding the ring

Jesus Christ that scared the shit out of me

ooo green lighting!!!

pfft goes to hold his hand to wake him up

HIS FACE WHEN HE WAKES UP OMG 😭😂

also: NECK and THE FACT HE SLEEPS WITHOUT A SHIRT

I love the disgruntlement of george

WHITE T-SHIRT LOCKWOOD

"trousers are for wimps" ICONIC

omg I love that we get to see George's Touch!!! also his hand??? brb gonna go melt

LOCKWOOD'S HANDS AND FOREARMS WITH THE CHAINS

FOREARMS

omg Georgie it's not a wasp I'm sorry

ARMS

I am dying how the hell did Ali manage to make his voice say "oh shit" like that

LOCKWOOD HAS A RAPIER I'm gonna faint

"I can't believe you stole a Source" GEORGE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK

yeah Luce call him out

"we need to destroy her source and move on. let her go" I have so much to say about this omgggg bc on the one hand the episode is called Let Go of Me and rn I'm 1/3 of the way through this episode and they've repeated those words in different ways so many times it's unreal. and then on the other hand (spoilers for the books) there's the way that Lockwood isn't doing this himself, because he hasn't destroyed the source in his house and let his own ghosts go 😭

omg George loves an experiment you can hear the joy in his voice

NOT THE WAY HE PHYSICALLY MOVES TO PROVE HE'S ON LUCY'S SIDE omg they're becoming friends even if they don't know it yet

ARMS

OH LORD THE HOODIE??? I wanna steal it

NOT THE WAY HE HANDS HER THE RING AND LETS HIS TOUCH LINGER AND LUCY DOES THE SAME OMGGGG

THEY LITERALLY JUST STROKE EACH OTHER'S HANDS I CAN'T TAKE THIS

his smile omg

ruby stokes the woman you are omg

lockwood's face omg he's so conflicted bc on the one hand he's worried but on the other he's trying to not say yes when she goes 'you love me don't you?'

lockwood immediately pushing her aside

HANDS

HANDS

lockwood you need to stop taking sole responsibility for things

the sadness in his voice when he says 'this place is all that's left of my parents' omg

"Jesus, lockwood, we're screwed!" yep (also the way George says it is so funny help)

HANDS AND RING

barnes isn't taking any shit omg

such an ominous phone call

George's prison outfit (I can't remember who called it that)

omg I want lucy's playsuit

PINK SOCKS

also lockwood get your shoes off the table you heathen

no bc I actually want her playsuit

HANDS

HANDS AND RING AAAAA

:3

HANDSSSSS

"not a braying gallery for bellends" George I love you

BOBBY!!!

Lucy going straight in with the hard facts I love her

omg the scoff

THE SIDE PROFILE OF LOCKWOOD IS KILLING ME

kipps is such an arse

THE STANCE HE TAKES WITH THE SPARE HAND AND UGH

AND YOU NEED A LADDER

the way he says "yes you do" has me in a chokehold

the sMIRK

"irrelevant prick" love it

when the mutual friend leaves and you're left with the one you don't get on with

George you might be a weirdo but I love you for it

Lucy getting the juicy gossip and immediately becoming besties with george

ok well your mum is a bitch

oh lockwood wtf are you doing

"he's a little shit sir"

lockwood why

he looks so proud of himself I can't help it

"you're our biggest asset" oh boy

the regret on his face oops

"my judgement's been a little off recently" yeah bc you just met the love of your life

ok but women with swords 👀 bonus points if they're angry

HANDS

pink socks again

barnes once again not taking shit

she is a child sir you can't just spring that on her

omg Lucy :((((((

"let me go" - is that another reference to the episode title I see?

"lockwood's a charlatan" pfft

DONT YOU TALK ABOUT MY LOCKWOOD LIKE THAT

"they always make the most boring, unimaginative moves possible, don't they" - it's giving Cameron saying that everything is basic

lockwood read the room (cab)

"You were brilliant" boy's in love

"can we talk about this in the car" *taxi drives away*

"you might be able to turn your feelings on and off like a tap, but I am drowning here, lockwood" 😭

"You know sometimes I just... I just think I'd be better off dead" oh Luce 😢

also lockwood's reaction to that omg he pauses for a while and is all glassy eyed and then: "I understand that"

never mind them I am drowning here (in my tears)

"We need you, and it's not because you're an asset" "why then?" "because... because you're..." *looks away and clenches jaw* "Lucy Carlyle" *smiles really widely (I feel like he was considering telling her his feelings)

"we can't let you go" ANOTHER REFERENCE TO THE EPISODE TITLE

"that's why I went on tv, silly" WHERE IS MY BUCKET??? I DONT KNOW WHY HIM SAYING 'SILLY' LIKE THAT PAIRED WITH HOW HE WALKS TOWARDS HER MEANS I NEED MY BUCKET BUT I HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE TO MELT A LITTLE

"We're lockwood and co. you, me, and George" FUCK YEAH YOU ARE

"please stay" 🥺 (anything for you my love)

"so you'd look cool" lol

greeeeeeen

"you're more of a liability than an asset, Lucy" HE SAYS WHILE LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES

oh Georgie

OMG HE HAS A PLATE OF BISCUITS AND A TINY GLASS OF MILK

GEORGIEEEE NO DONT YOU HURT MY BOY

green lighting!!!

"I'll take him" says boy with immense confidence

"can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house? one lump or two" *throws torch and misses*

HNNNNNNNN THE NOISE I MADE WHEN HE DOES THE RAPIER THINGY AND GETS INTO HIS STANCE AND TWIRLS THE RAPIER AND PUTS HIS HAND UP

AND THEN WHEN HE DODGES THE TORCH??????? SIR WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE THAT FINE DODGING A FUCKING TORCH?????

oh my god the still I paused it on to write the above comment is gonna make me pee myself with laughter 😭😂 I wish I could screenshot to show everyone

ooo I might be completely delusional but Lucy smashes the mirror with her elbow in this scene (and the camera pauses on it for a good couple of seconds) and then plays a part in smashing the bone glass later on??? am I delusional or am I making connections???

Georgie omg

LUCY PICKING UP HIS GLASSES!!! I love this omg I would be lost without mine

HEHEHE STAB THAT INTRUDER

fuck me that neck crack was hot (also could lockwood fuck me please?)

green lighting!!!

also how did I never notice the stairs were spirally?

George you are so funny and I love you

I AM SORRY. WHAT. EVERYONE GO WATCH THIS FIGHT SCENE AND STUDY THE WAY LOCKWOOD FIGHTS/MOVES THE RAPIER IN HIS HAND BECAUSE- I need my bucket holy shit

George hauling those chains around like it's nothing 👀

green lighting!!!

yeah you better run bitch

"we should have people round more often" lolllllll

lockwood can kick me-

"why are you making that face?"

"that's not your normal face, that's your 'I know something you don't' face"

sweaty lockwood

George's face when she pulls the ring out is so funny to me 😂

"you lunatic" *lockwood grinning widely* I love their reactions

aww let Georgie swear :(

[trashcora]

cora i'm finally catching up on murdoch and let me tell you i was NOT prepared for the one-two-three punch of SISTER FUCKING MICHAEL, lucy maud montgomery, and nina bloom showing up in back to back episodes. why can they bring back jean hamilton but not emily. can someone please explain this to me. also please tell me they haven't completely written watts out

ARWEN! Hi (sorry for my late response... i have no excuse 😓)

So glad to hear you're catching back up on murdoch! Sister Michael was a fucking BLINDSIDE for the season premiere omg. I really thought the end of s15 was building to an emily return - with that one episode where every single one of Georges exes were mentioned days before his wedding. But Siobhan was a good consolation prize!

DW DW i know watts is missing in the beginning episodes of s16 HE will return shortly!!

(also emily related did you see the reunion pic of Jonny Harris & Georgina Reilly 👀 - don't think it for sure means a emily return but one can hope)

[hatsunerandal]

part five of my playlist analysis series!!

part 1 <;- part 2 &lt;- part 3 <- part 4 <-

im having so much fun i hope you guys are also liking this bc this would be a massive waste of time if not

afraid - the neighborhood yes this is technically my locklyle playlist but this is SUCH a george song and you all KNOW IT. he feels so left out all the time because lockwood and lucy are. lockwood and lucy. hes afraid that hes just going to fade into the background aND THIS IS WHY I SUGGEST LOCKLYLE + GEORGE QPR IM SPREADING MY AGENDA.

white teeth teens - lorde lucy after shes been in the city for awhile, interacted with all the fittes and rotwell kids, all that sort of thing. she just feels so out of place.

the gold - pheobe bridgers version - pheobe bridgers owie :,( lucy missing norrie vibes. wonderland - taylor swift its so them. its just so them. this is also where my green eyes lockwood hc came from. i just think that they <33. better than me - the brobecks lucy insecurity moment. part 2 i believe?? your favorite dress - lil peep, lil tracy this is so dumb but i love the idea that lucy and lockwood heard this song on the radio once in a cab and jokingly where like 'omg us' and its a running joke now. fourth of july - sufjan stevens OW OW OW OW OW :(((((((((((( much pain so much ow so much cry lucy is missing norrie and feeling like she replaced norrie with lockwood. moment - vierre cloud lockwood trying to hide his emotions and deny his love for lucy, despite the whole world knowing. talking to the moon - bruno mars this song takes me tf out every single time. its so lockwood staring at the moon outside his window, talking to it like its lucy because he misses her after she left. we'll never have sex - leith ross spreading my ace locklyle agenda. they are just so. soft and fluffy and trhrhfdhgdkjfghfg and in no ways am i saying this needs to be everyone elses hc idc what yall hc i just like projecting myself onto characyers KJHDFGHKDFG. video games - lana del rey this one is like diet mountain dew in the way that like. it reallt doesnt actually fit their vibe it just sounds right yk.  bored - billie eilish oh my god just imagine lockwood starts to isolate from everyone but especially lucy because hes to afraid of getting to close to her and lucy feels like shes been played because he was so affectionate before and then after she comes back, hes all flirty with holly and just RHFHFHHFG angst. so nice so smart - kimya dawson i just think its a silly song that they might sing in the morning while making breakfast or smth no deeper meaning for this one :). drunk walk home - mitski owie. lucy being extra reckless on jobs after she leaves. just not being safe in general. the screaming is so her. i deserve this - rebzyyx stoppit be quiet i know its rebzyyx ik its kinda dumb but i dont care this is exactly how lockwood felt after lucy left. not necessarily the sound of the song but the lyrics. new flesh - current joys cozy bike ride vibes, all three of them go for a nice bikeride on a nice day in spring :). the lourve - lorde the beloveds exploring a museum (not necessarily the actual lourve but they are on a museum trip be quiet). homemade dynamite - lorde this one doesnt have a specific thing i just thnik its vaguely got a them vibe. if you ask me to explain i wont because i cant. class of 2013 - mitski lucy telling lockwood about her mommy issues :(. money - the drums lockwood vibes i cant explain it specifically but its lockwood vibes. the perfect girl - mareux lockwood simp time but sad edition part 2. softcore - the neighborhood lockwood staying up late laying in bed after lucy left. he cant get his mind off her for long enough to sleep. lovers rock - tv girl THIS IS SO SELF EXPLANATORY BUT I DONT CARE ITS SO CUTE THEYRE JUST LISTENING TO MUSIC IN LUCYS ROOM CUDDLING ON THE BED AND ONE OF THEM IS MESSING WITH THE OTHER ONES HAIR AND THIS SONG STARTS AND THEY JUST GET UP AND START DANCING TOGETHER AND THEY KISS AND ITS DO DOMESTIC AND CUTE SOBBBBBB cigarettes out the window - tv girl thoughts being thought late at night, both end up at the others door at some point or another, but neither dares go in. rises the moon - liana flores hc that lucy is just. an amazing fucking singer and sometimes lockwood has her sing him to sleep <33. wildest dreams - taylor swift i couldnt not its just so silly it so doesnt actually fit with their story but its so funny i love associating them with taylor swift. another part down!! i hope someone is actually reading these so im not doing this for nothing dhfgjfdg part 6 next!!

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: nancy drew 🔎 from 1x02-1x10

i swore after supergirl that the CW would never sink its claws into me again and yet.…here i am.

just to recap the pilot: bess isn't living in a mansion, she stole tiffany's ring which means she most likely knew that tiffany was dead before nancy found her, nick could be out for revenge, george is sleeping with tifanny's husband and nancy's parents definitely knew something about that other girls death and oh ace is apparently working for the cops??? and that's what you missed on glee!

i always choose the worst shows to watch alone in the dark what is wrong with me

seems like george is playing both sides

so the dress was a prop and the chest was buried bc there were valuables in it…sure.

he took hudson on as a client?

oh now see i knew it wasn't a prop

Imaooo karen really thought she had them 😭 she was so mad it's hilarious

not hudson searching nancy's house omg?

‘i thought i heard something.’ ‘no, we’re alone.’ are you, really?

‘you got a dad car, you’ll be fine.’ lmfao

well shit they're going to the same place as nancy

woah he's asking if maybe tiffany was being haunted. wasn't expecting that question from him honestly.

of course he owes money to someone

‘must be the wind’ how pll of you

i don't trust this rita person

the sun shining on them in the kitchen scene? i think i'm gonna cry

SHE WAS A GHOST? WHAT?

FIVE MILLION DOLLARS??? WOAH

ohhh so ace knows

that staircase scene? hella creepy

THE RING

‘did i just invite a killer to a sleepover?’ pls

what if tiffany knew that she might die and that's why she let nick know about the package?

‘did you hear that?’ it’s just dead lucy stopping by to say ‘hello’

can an old house do that?

let me guess, she goes to the winter formal and that's when her mom dies.

‘i have too many dead women in my life’ lmao that’s an understatement

oh she has no idea about her aunt

woah woah woah is she not even a marvin???

ooh tiffany's sister is feisty

i forgot that ace is working with the cops. wonder what that’s about.

it's tiffany pissed about her ring i bet

i wonder if bess is telling the truth

i don't want to speak too soon but i kinda like tiffany's sister

so she isn’t a marvin?

not bess saying it's none of nancy's business who she is when nancy literally let her into her home

when george said she was going to find someone i thought she was talking about rita

‘when george was little, she used to pee on the floor and bite you to get your attention’ LMFAO

‘just put the ring back on tiffany’s finger’ she makes it sound like she isn’t talking about a dead woman pls 😭

‘the most important step…refill my glass’ she’s hilarious, i hope she sticks around

‘how convenient for you to have a daughter and a dead wife to blame your selling out on’

she got him good, mf is speechless 😭

did nancy not see ace talking to the cop?

if george gets caught it'll be bess’ fault

‘i’m sorry i slept with your husband. i hope this brings you peace’ fkgjfjdish

‘it’s a shame you never got her pregnant. what a waste of a marriage’ WOAH??

SHE FORGOT TO DO THE MIRROR THING

she does a damn good american accent, i’ll give her that

nancy: you don’t know about my life.

bess: and you don’t know about mine.

nancy:

oh i love tiffany's sister

umm what was with that smoke??? is george gonna be haunted now?

aw i knew she died that night. and of course she blames her dad for not calling her

‘it took a while to get there because…i was waiting for you.’ ouch???

oh this scene is my thirteenth reason

and when nancy's dad is killed next? what then?

it seems more like the ring flew off tiffany's finger than her just dropping it

ah ha! i knew it was a map

what the hell was tiffany's sister doing in nicks place and why did she have that hard drive 🤨

so karen lied and i bet her, katherine, carson and maybe tiffany are all somehow connected.

did tiffany just…

okay.

what the fuck?

‘let’s check george’s locker, we know you’re good at that!’ HELP

‘bad news is tifanny doesn’t like you. the good news is tiffany’s dead! so…i’m sorry, nick.’ lmaooo

‘how could you make so much of a mistake?!’ ‘i don’t know, genetics?’ ‘hey!’ pls

Imaooo nick is jealous

what the hell even was that scene

not nancy just handing her tray to that rich dude 😭

oh ace is a stupid mf

the rest of the ep was so good

aaaaand it all comes back to ryan

okay seriously what is up with people just walking into others houses? if someone did that to me i'd start swinging

owen's definitely coming between nancy and nick

nancy: *gets mad at her dad for making a deal with the devil*

also nancy: *makes a deal with the same devil*

‘are we good?’ ‘yeah, 100%’ oh, he’s lying

‘i rounded up’ pls

‘he must not know the whole story’ or maybe he just doesn’t care?

this show does really great jumpscares

bess is such a dramatic bitch i love her

nancy has so much more chemistry with owen than she does with nick

oh shit they were having an affair

Imao they thought they were getting away with it

maybe it was nancy's mom?

nick and nancy need to break up, i'm sorry but they are not a good couple. george and nick though…

LISBESS ARE SO CUTE

woah okay what's up with the coins?

nancy is better than me bc i would've snatched owen up in a heartbeat

okay then.

there was more chemistry between nick and george when she was handing him his coffee than all of nick and nancy’s scenes combined

love how everyone’s concerned about victoria and then george is right there like 😐

nancy needs to stop judging her father for still being involved with the hudson family because she was just with ryan the night before

‘that’s never stopped me before’ victoria’s face 😭

lmaooo i love laura

how could they possibly be on the same side when he's working with the police chief?

ohhh shit her dad was paid off right after the murder? yeah he’s def guilty of something

the hudson's errand boy 😭

so does she want tiffany's murder solved because she loves her or because she wants her money?

someone definitely stole the evidence

that séance was intense

i feel bad for nick and nancy but i’m so glad they’re broken up

ohhh shit her dad’s been getting her texts and he stole the evidence??? didn’t see that coming

WTF who is george’s little sister communicating with if it isn’t lucy? tiffany?

oh my God???

i think he either killed lucy or he cleaned up after whoever did.

i really hope they don’t try to pin the accident on nick

the chief def believes in the supernatural

they think lisbeth tampered with the car but what if it was lucy’s brother?

i really hope the chief becomes like a reluctant father/brother figure to all of them. it’d be so funny

woahhhh lisbeth is an undercover cop???

oh my God is the chief dirty?!

okay what if it wasn’t the chief but the officer bess had to distract earlier for nick?

‘killer boots, by the way.’ pls i love nancy

THE FUCKING PUNCH 😭😭😭

WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY ALL JUST ABANDON TED AT THE CLAW

oh my God

would be extremely funny if he wasn’t the kidnapper

‘who’s there?’ see this is why white people always die first in movies and shows

i’m so glad ted is safe 🫂

‘you asked her to draw you a map of the north east corner so that you can find her when you got there’

NOT NANCY UNINTENTIONALLY GETTING HER DAD ARRESTED FOR LUCYS MURDER LMFAO

i don’t understand why he won’t deny killing lucy

lmao i love bess sm she really pretended she needed something from george’s office so she wasn’t alone with ryan 🫂

‘come and get me’

one day nancy’s recklessness is gonna get herself or her friends killed

claire’s definitely the killer

well.

‘what are friends for?’ oh i know that hurt

alright i’m ending this here and making a new post for the rest of the eps cause it got WAY longer than i intended lmao. if you made it this far, you’re a real one🫂

[vickiabelson]

OMG, where has George Schlatter been my whole life? I could've been a contenda!

George Schlatter relishes the accidents and has made a career and created a legacy spinning them into comedy gold. Sock it to me! Here comes the judge! Look that up in your Funk and Wagnells! It’s not everyone who creates language that becomes part of the lexicon. 25x Emmy Nominee, 3x Emmy Winner, Golden Globe WInner, Producers Guild Winner, and Directore’s Guild Man of the Year, George Schlatter is all that and so much more. A television icon, I’m beyond thrilled to have had this opportunity to chat and get to know him with y’all. 

Creator and producer of Laugh-In, for that alone he should be canonized, George changed the face of television. He also created and produced Real People, produced the first 5 years of the Grammy Awards plus series and specials starring Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Eddie Murphy, Cher, Elton John, Bette Midler, Goldie Hawn, Liza Minnelli, Michael Jackson, Doris Day, Jonathan Winters, Richard Pryor, Shirley MacLaine, Bill Cosby, Lucille Ball, Jackie Gleason, Diana Ross, Lena Horne, Dinah Shore, Nat King Cole, Placido Domingo and scores of others. George Schlatter created and for 15 years produced the American Comedy Awards.

Most recently, George produced a comedy collection for Sirius Radio and Still Laugh-In: The Stars Celebrate for Netflix.

Besides his work in television, George has been honored for his showmanship and involvement in many charitable causes. To further his support of comedy and the people who perform it, George has become an active supporter and Board Member of the National Comedy Center in Jamestown, New York. He's donated much of his material to them and they've named their theater, The George and Jolene Brand Schlatter Theater, in his honor.

George’s book, Still Laughing: A Life in Comedy, which dropped in July, is a feast for show biz and comedy lovers. I devoured it. And he shares so many gems from it with us here, from the creation of Laugh-In, finding Goldie, Lily, Artie, Judy, Henry, Ruth, Dan, and Dick, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr, Robin Williams, Lucy, Steve Lawrence, Judy Garland, Cher, Diana Ross, more, more,  more!

We had a near-miss encounter 37 years ago when he was producing Comedy Club and I was visiting my Laughter Company Improv cohort, Bob Nelson. I didn't let him get away from me this time! Where has George Schlatter been my whole life? No matter, he's here now. And that's no accident!

George Schlatter Live on Game Changers with Vicki Abelson

Wednesday, March 6, 5 PM PT, 8 PM ET 

Streamed Live on my Facebook

Replay here: 

[itheume]

it’s entirely up to god and the pressure of my finals to keep me from reading l/ckwood & co again from start to finish

[harrysweasleys]

mommy kissing santa claus // f.w

summary: you’ve got two overly curious daughters who can’t fall asleep on christmas night

warnings: like one innuendo

word count: 2k

a/n: am i already writing christmas fics? yep, sorry not sorry!! hope you guys enjoy this one!! also, this is my first fred fic since april omg 

(gif credit to @arthurpendragonns)

[i do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other platform]

You had found it rather amusing, really. The red suit hugging Fred’s body, the fake white beard strapped around his head only to slide down every time he’d speak. He even had the little hat — pom pom hitting the side of his cheek when he’d turn to face you. 

You weren’t sure if he’d dress up as Santa this year with how chaotically busy the store had been. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go buy a suit, and this ended up being one of the times you were overly thankful he had a twin. George and his family were out of town for the holidays, so he gave Fred the a-okay to go over and get the freshly hemmed Santa suit hanging in the basement storage. 

It was still comically large; the fabric of his pants pooling around his feet, his hands nearly swallowed by the sleeves. It suited him, somehow. He was never one to wear “trendy” clothing — opting for baggy sweaters and slacks most of the time. So, somehow, he pulled off the Santa suit. 

He had all of the wrapped gifts around him on the table. The gifts that you had wrapped, but that he was going to place under the tree. You knew with certainty that your daughters were still awake, probably whispering and giggling under the blankets with their flashlight waiting to hear the jingle of the bells. And if they came down and saw you placing the presents… well, that’d just bum them out. 

As if reading your mind, Fred turned to you with a quiet voice, “Should have bought you a little Misses Claus outfit. Don’t you think?” 

With the wiggle of his eyebrows and the way his eyes scanned you up and down, you knew his thoughts were far from innocent, “Oh, don’t be cheeky, Freddie. We’ve got the girls just upstairs. Besides, if I did wear a little outfit, you wouldn’t be able to focus on Christmas.”

He nodded and let out a small chuckle, “You're right about that, love. You’d be stealing all of my attention.” He placed a quick kiss on your lips before turning to the table, beginning to scoop the gifts up into his arms. You had bought this new wrapping paper, it had little sleighs that circled around, Santa giving a small wave every time he’d pass in front of the side you were facing. Magic really was fun. Even on something as bland as wrapping paper.

You had to give him a quick reminder about which ones were fragile — he’d been so busy with the shop that you were the one who had done the shopping — and help him figure out how to place them neatly under the tree. 

After a few trips back and forth from the dining table to the tree by the living room window, he had managed to place pretty much all of the boxes. You’d stuffed the stockings full of sweets and lollies while he had done so, doing your little part to be useful, and given them over to him so he could hang them over the fireplace. 

The string lights were all on around the house — by request of your youngest daughter, who was worried Santa wouldn’t be able to see his way round — and the whole image just looked so festive. Fred in his obnoxiously red suit, standing next to a gift-filled tree, a plate of cookies on the coffee table. 

“Oh, don’t forget to eat those,” you pointed the plate out to Fred, “And take a few bites of the carrots. Just so they have something to freak out about in the morning.”

Your two daughters, Charlotte being the youngest and Lucy being two years older, were obsessed with reindeer. In fact, they wanted to set up some kind of recording device in the yard to spot them landing on the roof. 

Fred had said that they didn’t like cameras and it would scare them away, but Charlotte really had this utter fascination with them. You knew the half-eaten carrots would cause her eyes to turn the size of saucers tomorrow morning when she bolted down the stairs at the crack of dawn. 

“Right,” Fred whispered, taking a few bites of the cookies and making sure to leave crumbs on the plate. He took a few bites of the carrots, and downed the glass of milk, before he made his way back to you.

You took a quick glance around the living room; the burnt logs and ashes in the fireplace, the tree with its star and lights, the little stockings mounted to the mantle with their sequins shimmering under the lights. Lucy said she wanted to buy the “sparkliest” stocking she could find, and Godric, did she ever. 

“Looks like we’re all done for the night,” you grinned as he now came to stand in front of you, hands finding your waist as he pulled you against his body. He was so warm — probably sweating under this ridiculous fabric — and you welcomed it gladly. The air had been awfully chilly outside these last few weeks and you hated when the freshness seeped into the house. 

“Are we?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You furrowed yours, tilting your head to the side while looking up at him. He always had something planned, he did. You just never knew what. 

“Look up,” he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your nose. 

You did as he said, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you spotted the small piece of mistletoe taped to the doorway. For the entirety of the holiday season, he had been hiding pieces of mistletoe around the house and using them as an excuse to kiss you any chance he could. 

“Oh, I see,” your laughter subdued as you remembered the sleeping children upstairs, “Does this mean I owe Santa a kiss? I don’t think my husband will be very happy about that. He gets jealous, you know.”

“Does he?” Fred asked, lowering his voice like everyone did when pretending to be Santa, “Your husband is a very lucky man.”

“I think so,” you winked, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing one of your hands up to play with the little white ball at the end of his hat. 

“Well, then,” Fred leaned in, lips close enough to yours that you could feel his breath, “Let’s give him something to be jealous about.” 

You’d been married for nearly six years, but goddamn, did his kisses ever render you weak in the knees, even now. He pressed his mouth to yours, lips tasting a bit like the sugary icing from the cookies your girls had decorated last week. The fake, plastic beard rubbed against your chin but you honestly couldn’t care less. 

His hands tightened around your waist ever so slightly, gaining a small squeak and a giggle from you. 

“Shh!” 

You pulled away from Fred in an instant, eyes wide. He acted quickly and turned his head away from the stairwell, knowing that if the two whispering girls at the top saw his face in the Santa suit, you guys would have some explaining to do. And that really wasn’t a conversation for this night. 

“Well, Merry Christmas, Santa,” you tried to play it off, heart hammering in your chest as you gave him a small pat on the back, “I think you should go now. You’ve got so many other houses to go to, don’t you?” 

“Ho Ho!” He waved awkwardly at you, pretending to walk out of the kitchen. You could see him struggling to hide his smile, eyes crinkling and the apples of his cheeks sticking out under his fake facial hair. 

You could hear the two young girls running back to their rooms, their little feet not as quiet as they probably thought they were. You bit your lower lip, mind still reeling from the kiss, watching as Fred began to undress himself from the suit. He had a spare change of clothes in the kitchen for exactly this moment. 

“Oh, boy,” you whispered, turning to face him, “Of all the things they could have caught Santa doing, I really hoped it wouldn’t be him making out with their mom.” 

Fred let out a small laugh, bringing his shirt over his head, “That’ll make for some awkwardness tomorrow morning.” 

You nodded, eyes wide, “Oh, absolutely.” You didn’t really know what you’d tell the kids, but you were sure Fred would help you come up with something. 

His Christmas pyjama shirt came down over his abdomen as he made his way back to you, that little mischievous look still in his eyes. It caused you to shake your head at him, rolling your eyes slightly as he looked back up at the mistletoe. 

Narrowing your eyes, you pressed just a quick kiss to his lips before linking your hand with his. He pouted, wanting a bit more from the kiss for sure, but he wasn’t getting that right now. You were still overthinking the whole daughters-catching-mommy-kissing-Santa thing. 

As the two of you made your way up the stairs, hands linked, you could still hear giggling coming from down the hall. You checked the time, seeing 10:34 in bright red lights from the bedside alarm clock. 

“Maybe we should go tuck them in again,” you looked to your husband, seeing him already on the way to their bedroom door. They usually slept separately, but for Christmas they’d always have a sleepover. Well, they called it a sleepover. It was in the same house so you weren’t sure if it counted as that. 

Fred creaked their door open and the whispers stopped, both girls going wide-eyed as they stared at the both of you in the entryway to their room. 

Despite the darkness, you could spot their heads of red hair amongst all the stuffed animals and pillows. They had a little Christmas tree in the corner of the room, gentle lights illuminating the space just enough. Charlotte made sure to keep it on so the Grinch wouldn’t break into the house. 

“What are you two giggling about? You're going to be tired tomorrow morning,” Fred said softly, walking over to the side of the bed and tucking them both in under the thick covers. He ran his hand through Lucy’s hair, leaning down to press a quick kiss on both of their foreheads. 

“The sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you get to open your presents,” you raised your eyebrows, giving the girls a wink that made them giggle. 

“But…” Lucy began, tugging on Fred’s sleeve to prevent him from walking away, “Daddy, I have to tell you something.”

“Oh?” He asked, fighting a grin. He bit down on his lower lip, knowing damn well where this conversation was going. 

“No, Lucy, don’t tell him!” Charlotte squeaked, her big eyes unblinking as she looked to her older sister. 

“Well, now I’m even more curious,” Fred glanced in your direction for a quick second, the grin obvious before he turned back to his daughter, “You have to tell me.”

You knew what they were going to say, but it didn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as Lucy shouted out; 

“Mommy kissed Santa!”

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[derekmorganscrocs]

Nancy Drew 2x17??

Who knows what episode we’re on anymore? Not me, that’s who.

Thoughts While Watching

SUPER SPOILERS ALRIGHT? DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED

BESTIE BETTER BE DREAMING??

omg Carson is so sweet 😭 stop being a good father you’ll make me cry!

This reporter lady is definitely growing on me. Black Crown Tape?? Sounds freaky... I guess that’s the point.

So you’re telling me that Everett can’t trust his personnel but trusts Nancy? Psycho.

AMANDA! I missed her <3

Reporter lady is very growing on me. I forgot her name but I remember now, it’s Val. Yes Amanda take Ryan’s big bills, no need to break em! make some money. I’m calling it, the body is blocking the door. THE BODY WAS BLOCKING THE DOOR! Detective Crocs, at your service.

Celia looks high as balls right now. Just saying.

BESSS STOP ASKING THIS POOR WOMAN ABOUT YOUR DATING PROFILE PLEASE?

This package thingy is freakin me out a little. I thought there was gonna be a finger in it or something.

Of course it would be Amanda and Gil’s dad. Who else would it be?

Okay, putting phone down now to watch.

NANCY TRICKED BESS? AW STOP- I wanna say bestfriends but I feel like this is a “historians would call them besties” situation but IDK. I’m concerned though because my fanson heart could not handle georgess

I kinda like Celia though 😫 she’s so salty at the florist and it’s funny!!! Too bad she’s gonna die. Yeah I saw a spoiler on Twitter. Damn you Twitter.

THEY JUST HAVE A MOSELEUM?? (Idk how to spell that) WTF HUDSONS?

MOMENT OF TRUTH WE NEED TO SEE TOM’S DRESS. HOLY FUCK ITS SO COOL! OBSESSED OMFG I LOVEEEE. (not sure on the hair, BUT I LOVE THE DRESS)

I DID IT AGAIN I PREDICTED THE CAMERA TOO? WHAT THE FUCK?? (See “pictures” Ace x reader on my page).

Nick is just in the backseat like a little kid. Yes I’m laughing right now.

THAT IS SO OBVIOUSLY A TRAP?? And I still would like to know why they just ~have~ this mass grave?

IS IT A BOMB OR A CAMERA? A camera!!!

Momma’s mad. (Rightfully so, but hehe I’m funny! Nancy definitely has disappointed mom energy.)

CELIA IS TRIPPING BALLS GUYS I GOT SPOILED AND I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN BUT SHES BEEN DRUGGED RIGHT? OH FUCKITY FUCK FUCK WHAT THE HELL? SHE GOT LIKE HUMAN PUPPETED, IS NANCY WITH HER GHOST RIGHT NOW?

STOP IT- Celia was really growing on me, NO STOP. Nancy begging her not to go and her telling nancy it’s okay? Stop.

OMG NO I WAS ROOTING FOR THEM! NOT RYAN AND VAL STOP. OMG HES GONNA GO GET HER. THEYRE IN CARE FOR?? not love but care for.

WTF. WTF IS WITH THAT PICTURE?

BAD BITCH ENERGY MISS NANCY, TAZE THAT GRANDPA. OOH GET IT BONNIE AND CLYDE GIL AND NANCY!!!

To summarize:

Apparently that was Celia’s ghost the whole time? I’m kind of sad she’s gone.

Ryan and Val, alright okay, I see you. Ryan seems to have an unintentional star-crossed lovers problem. First Lucy, now Val. I see patterns. (Idk that I should call it star crossed, but definitely something like that.)

Nancy is most likely going to be injured or taken hostage at some point because of that photo. She also seems to be going a little bit crazy. I mean, rightfully so.

Nick is adorable as always and I liked him and Ryan working as a team. And with Val too, that was cool.

I’m glad to see bess getting back into dating. Y’all think Lisbeth might come back? And I liked that George helped to say some good things about bess for her dating profile.

George seems to be struggling and I hope someone actually gets her to talk to them about it. I feel like that’s an opportunity for an Ace/George bonding moment, because George’s aunt was the first time we’ve ever really seen them kind of be serious and feel with one another and I’d love to see that again. Though I’d also love a George breaking down and Nancy is the only one there scene so they can bond too.

And I’m so glad ace brought his hat back <3 i really missed that look.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Bored so sorting tsc characters.

Gryffindor: Clary, Jace, Izzy, Maia, Sophie, Cecily, Emma, Kit, Cordelia, Alastair, Ariadne, Jesse

Hufflepuff: Alec, Magnus, Simon, Will, Jem, Gideon, Gabriel, George, Mark, Catarina,

Ravenclaw: Luke, Tessa, Henry, Ty, Cristina, James, Cristopher

Slytherin: Raphael, Charlotte, Jessamine, Julian(!!!!), Dru, Jaime, Ragnor, Lucie, Anna

I honestly have no clue:

Diego (perfect Diego is perfect for any house), Lily (I just don't know. Wild card), Livvy (Gryffindor or Hufflepuff I feel), Ash (def need more), Matthew (again, I just can't tell), Grace (I can't tell. So much of her is her mother's influence, I'm waiting for next book), Thomas (100% either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. I'd go puff, but his arc in book 2 is very Gryffindor) Eugenia (not enough info), Tavvy, Max, Rafe (last three are kids)

Reasoning: Slytherins were anyone I felt had a super strong drive to achieve a goal or something similar (Julian-protect family, Jessamine-never join the shadowhunters, etc etc) or someone I felt would rely on cunning while in a situation (Ragnor, Anna). Sometimes it was both.

Ravenclaws were people I felt who's drives were towards learning or seemed to use their heads a lot more than most.

Hufflepuffs were primarily people I felt loyalty and/or kindness were their greatest strengths (ie, Gabriel-loyalty, Catarina-kindness)

And finally Gryffindors were fighters at heart, and people I felt had warrior souls.

If you want specific elaboration on any character I'd be happy to provide, if I missed anyone important please inform me, and if you want to help with the extra characters, please do.

-J💜

Omg I love this so much! Thank you for sharing this!!!

I have different headcanons for some of them of course (Gabriel is a Gryffindor for me) but that’s because we interpret characters differently and focus on many different qualities they have.

But most of these go along with mine!!! And I love your rationale behind each housing. Very nicely done.

And I agree, most of the TLH characters are hard to sort cause their story is still in going and we don’t really know them well until we finish the books. So much can happen in one book as we know!!!

Question! Where do you think the tsc villains would fall? I don’t think all villains fall under Slytherin cause it’s not a bad house and also they each have different strengths they have used for their own gain.

Let me know what you think 💜

[diaphanuos]

Who are you?

Lou, 24, GMT+8, She/Her

What do you live for?

I have such a soft spot for k-dramas and honestly, with quarantine and all, it’s all that I’ve been watching. Would 100% recommend Crash Landing On You, if you haven’t watched it yet, as well as my all time fave: Scarlet Heart Ryeo! I also love period dramas and movies, and my current fave would have to be Greta Gerwig’s Little Women. 

As for music, my all-time favorite albums are Arctic Monkeys’ AM, and Melodrama by Lorde (my soundtrack while I worked on Astor tbh). 

Do you have any pets?

I have a little shih tzu named George! I used to foster a pet turtle named Tallullah but her owner took her back.

If there was another you, who would it be?

I would say Chidi from The Good Place because UM stressing over the morality of actions? Having stomach pains constantly? Yep, me. I also aspire to be Gina Linetti but I’m not half as cool as her. 

Favorite piece of dark academia, if any?

The Secret History will always be my fave. I also just recently discovered The Dead Poets Society (I know, I should be ashamed!) and loved it. 

Which type of dark academia are you?

Yo I did not expect this but I’m a classic dark academic?? Really thought I’d be more of the music-obsessed dark academic, but man, the aesthetics(?) for the classic dark academic just screams me tbh.

Is there a particular skeleton that caught your attention?

I’ll actually be playing the Sovereign, Daniel Choi Jong Hyuk!! 

Do you have…

Favorite faces to play? So many omg. My top faves would be Charles Melton, Nana Komatsu, Lucy Boynton, Park Jinyoung (obvi), Park Sooyoung, Courtney Eaton, Moon Ga Young, Woo Do Hwan, Vachirawit Chivaaree, Kaylee Bryant, Halston Sage-- those are just the ones that I can think of right now.

A character trope that you find yourself always writing? Ugh I’m always inclined to play the dark brooding guy™ who’s soft for his loved ones but I’m kind of hoping to switch things up, expand my repertoire, if you will. So I’m definitely trying to play the opposite with my character for Astor. 

A role play-related pet peeve? Godmodding. I think it can’t be helped to include the other character in a para, but as long as you make sure that the other writer is comfortable with it and has knowledge about it, should be good.

Would you rather…

Would you rather be famous when you are alive and forgotten when you die or unknown when you are alive but famous after you die? Famous after I die. It’s always caused this sort of anxiety for me, the thought that no one will remember me once I’m gone and just disappearing completely... Damn.

Would you rather never use social media sites / apps again or never watch another movie or TV show? I think I’d rather never use social media sites or apps again. I love my movies and TV shows too much to give them up. 

Would you rather be completely invisible for one day or be able to fly for one day? Fly! Gosh, think of all the places I can go to!

Would you rather have everything you eat be too salty or not salty enough no matter how much salt you add? Too salty. I can’t imagine eating something and always feeling like there’s something missing. At least I hope I can remedy the too salty situation?

This or that...?

Iced or hot? Iced

Cake or pie? Cake!

Antique or brand new? Hmmmm brand new, I think.

Call or text? Call, if I know the person. But if it’s an unknown number, they should just text ‘cause I’m not picking up that call. 

Online shopping or going to the mall? Online shopping!

Ocean or mountains? Ocean!

Money or free time? Uhhhh free time.

[bella-rose29]

episode 3 - Doubt Thou the Stars

major spoilers for the show and books, swearing, I go feral on multiple occasions, spent most of this simping for cam/lockwood and I'll apologise now for some of the things I've said (multiverse of George I'm blaming you for a couple)

I would just like to reiterate that this is not a proper analysis of the show, this is my immediate reactions to what happens in the show. barely anything constructive is actually said in here 👍

a ring is what we're looking at

Georgie I love you

hands (oh dear starting early)

hands again

"which you stole illegally" honey-

you have me in a chokehold lockwood

hehehe fairfax

"George, this... negativity, it's why I don't tell you things in advance" first of all I am weirdly obsessed with the way he says that, second of all I wanna give George a hug

hands

ok but who gave cam the right to look that good

"miss Kingston got her hair done special" George I love you

"straight into the office. that's a classy move"

omg I love lucy's jumper

his cheeky smile omg

hands

ring

"you lie like a politician" yeah bc he has to

you can do any job for me lockwood

hands and ring

absolutely we have a deal I'll do anything for you

hands (omg I need to stop)

they're children how did they get alcohol

bottle opener thingy scene

omg Georgie in his apron and gloves 😭

so sad we didn't get the "nice... towel" scene

barnes is so sinister sometimes

I love lockwood and george's friendship, just yelling at each other about cleaning

ooo green lighting when she's taking the keys

tut tut

"I visit my gran in Sidcup" "...sidcup is in London"

"you've got a real hard-on for him, haven't you" "well, if... you wanna put it like that"

"I'm practically a serf" aw lockwood honey

all I can think is the Traitors castle even though I know it's not the same

lockwood's so pretty

oh lord what the hell was that look lockwood don't lower your head with that intense gaze wtf

"apart from anything else, we've got much better flares" 😂

don't you just love it when someone who doesn't have any clue about your job tells you how to do your job

lots of smashing

he's fishing (where tf did he get a fishing rod from)

hands

his grin omg

oh crikey this boy needs sleep I can see his eye bags even though the lighting is dim and my room is bright

"What, and deny us all this... beautiful moment?" you're a beautiful moment- wait that doesn't make sense

his smile I am on the floor

aaa suspense I don't like it

omg we get to see George's Touch again I love that

ew cobwebs

hands

well that was silly

oh no

you can disrespect me anytime woah what is happening to me holy shit

EXTREME CLOSE UP

ewwww cobwebs

I could never be an agent I have arachnophobia

ok those special effects were awesome

"probably wanted to warn us not to go down there" *proceed to go down there*

Lockwood say what's on your mind

ok I get why Ali said that the monks were terrifying that chanting haunts me still

turn your torches off you'll see the ghosts better

ohh I don't like this

Lucy no

LUCY NO

LUCY NOOOOOO

aw the boys saved her

hands

"make a wish" I wish for you to marry me and we live happily ever after

slap

"my cheek hurts"

husband calls out pathetically for wife after waking up, she crawls over and he reaches desperately for her hand

"oi, where's his slap?" fair

hahaha the way they just drop to the floor

you look so silly in those goggles

lockwood's voice is doing Things to me

I love that you can see Ellie rethinking as Fairfax goes on

"we don't travel round with it, we're not insane" *while focused on Lucy*

"you're just a performer too, aren't you?" we love a masking king

MICRO-EXPRESSIONS!!! CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU ARE

"She stole it again, Lockwood" yep

I love that you can sort of make out the flowers on her dress

oh christ that was scary

ew old man burning

hands

heavy breathing lockwood (I blame the multiverse of George chat for that)

"I'm working with maniacs" got room for another one?

why did Ellie think it would be a good idea to try and run straight through the middle

"Shut up!" their faces afterwards

kipps pls stop sounding so smug

dw I believe you lockwood

punch me like that wall pls

barnes looks so sad

omg he's being a protective dad

hands

ohhhhh lockwood in a proper suit 🪣 (bad timing for it I know)

"do you know my name?" George I love you

"that's a shame, she was a fool but... she really fitted in there actually" *lockwood nudges him* George I love you even more and I think we would be the bestest of friends

I love the lavender in the pockets of Penelope and Ellie

hands

omg Lucy's drawing! like she said her hobby was in the books!

hand + ring

*George casually pulls out stolen evidence*

I want lucy's jumper

the way lockwood's sat on the chair has me weak

"You belong here" *stares at her with heart eyes*

hehehe

hehehe

oh dear

why does he keep sprawling on the chair

I don't want to talk about the sound I just made at that one frame of lockwood

"She's good, and... she's finally starting to get me" aw Georgie I love you

"she's a lot tougher than you think" *thumps as Lucy passes out*

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE SOUND I JUST MADE AT THE OTHER ONE FRAME OF LOCKWOOD (YOU ALL KNOW THE ONE) - "Luce?" shgisuhuigjd

seriously who gave him the right

[jbuffyangel]

Is Buffy the first show that you fell in love with ? I mean where you couldnt wait for the next episode? What is your first cliffhanger where you couldnt believe that the writers did that, it was so shocking, that you remember till today , and you had to wait for a whole week, winter/ summer break to find out what comes next ?

Ooh good question. I always loved television even as a little kid. I would watch All My Children with my mom instead of Sesame Street. lol Buffy wasn’t the first show I loved but it was the first show I fell into a deep obsession over. I cannot describe to how deep this hole was y’all. I lived and breathed that show. I’m still a little amazed I graduated high school with high honors. Probably just out of pure terror my parents would take the TV away and the access to Buffy would be cut off. It was a strong motivator.

Here’s some of my all time best television shockers: SPOILERS

Pam dies: Dallas Season 10 finale  “Fall of the House of Ewing”

This was a traumatizing moment for me as a child. I thought the actress really died and my mom had to go over real versus fiction again. I was six.

Buffy sends Angel to hell:  BTVS Season 2 finale “Becoming Part 2″

I started watching Buffy live in Season 3, but a friend told me what happened in S1 & S2 to get me to watch. So, I knew Angel would go to hell BUT it was torture waiting all summer to see how they would bring him back.

Angel leaves Buffy: BTVS Season 3 finale “Graduation”

It was hell waiting for Angel’s spin off series to premiere. I was so freaking excited y’all have no idea.

Tommy dies: Arrow Season 1 finale “Sacrifice”

Half the Glades were destroyed and Tommy died. Well... what the hell Arrow?

Did he mean it? Arrow Season 2 finale “Unthinkable”

OF COURSE HE MEANT IT. Waiting for him to tell Felicity was torture though. Of course, I joined fandom that summer and had a blast with y’all waiting.

Felicity in the tax: Felicity Season 1 finale “Felicity Was Here”

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHO DID SHE PICK? Horrible summer. And then she picked wrong. UGH. Still mad.

Elena dies:  The Vampire Diaries Season 3 finale “The Departed” 

I WAS A WRECK. Sobbing hysterically. One of the best season finales ever and I was dying (pun intended) to see Elena as a vampire. I knew Stelena would break up and she would be with Damon, but I was excited to see a darker Elena. But the real torture was STEFAN DIDN’T KNOW ELENA CHOSE HIM. We had to wait all summer and could only imagine how she would tell him. 

Denny dies: Grey’s Anatomy Season 2 finale “Losing My Religion”

I still can’t talk about it. I will love you forever Denny Duquette. It was horrible waiting to see if McDreamy dumped Addison and if Meredith was going to pick him or Hot Vet Chris O’Donnell. Also, how does Izzie get her job back? 

George dies: Grey’s Anatomy Season 5 finale “Now or Never” 

I am hard to shock. Not to toot my own horn, but I get an inkling where shows are going a lot. There were rumors for awhile that TR Knight was leaving Grey’s, so when we found out in the episode George was joining the army that’s how I thought they were handling his exit. I was not remotely prepared for what happened next and I was DESTROYED. The summer wait wasn’t particularly difficult because even though we had to wait until S6 to find out he was dead, I knew TR Knight had left the show. But damn that episode blew my mind.

Sybil dies: Downton Abbey Season 3 Episode 5

I was spoiled on Matthew dying but I didn’t know about Sybil. I wasn’t prepared at all. Holy crap was I a wreck. It hit particularly hard because I developed pre eclampsia and I nearly died in childbirth, so yeah. Hitting on all emotional cylinders.

Lucy dies: ER Season 6 “Be Still My Heart and “All In The Family”

Listen y’all. ER was mandatory viewing. There were no spoilers available. You sat your ass down and watched with your family absolutely riveted week after week. But NOTHING will ever beat Carter and Lucy stabbed at the end of “Be Still My Heart.” It gave me nightmares. We had to wait a WEEK which felt like an entire three months for “All In The Family” and it was probably one of the scariest, most emotional hours of television I’ve ever watched.

Vaughn is what now?: Alias Season 2 finale “The Telling”

Sydney was missing for two years? Uhhhh come again? WHY ARE YOU WEARING A WEDDING RING VAUGHN? End credits. Cue my screaming.

“I take thee, Rachel”: Friends “The One With Ross’s Wedding Part One”

Ross said Rachel’s name annnnnd see ya next fall! I hate you Friends.

Down comes the wall: Game of Thrones “The Dragon and The Wolf”

I am clueless when it comes to Games, but I binged all six seasons and was spoiled on a lot of the really big shockers. So, Season 7 was my first season watching it live and y’all I’m dying for 8. Jon is the heir to the iron throne. Jaime  ditches Cersei and is going to be reunited with Brienne. All surviving Starks will be reunited. OMG APRIL 2019 IS TAKING FOREVER. How did y’all do this for seven years?

I binged Breaking Bad and West Wing otherwise I would have included them on the list too. I didn’t have to wait long to find out what happened next because I could just hit play but all the well known shockers blew my mind. Josh being shot and Zoey being kidnapped for West Wing. And basically everything that happened on Breaking Bad ever. I’m also binging Lost (NO SPOILERS) and I’m done with Season 3. Charlie’s death and Walt being kidnapped were big WTF moments. But I did figure out that it was a flash forward in the Season 3 finale. Yeah me!

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More Top Fives...

@ratnananda requested top 5 Tamil/Telugu/Malayalam movies, Bottom 5 Tamil Movies, Top 5 Mani Ratnam Movies, Top 5 Kandukondain Kandukondain moments, and Top 5 Nidhana-verse Amarsena Moments.

(below the cut, because long.)

top 5 tamil/ malayalam/ telugu movies

(not counting Baahubali and KK because you guys already know about that)

1. Mahanati -- Such a wonderfully shot and acted movie, and so full of brilliant Easter eggs that yield it to repeat viewings. Also, both couples are amazing and shippable (well, until Dulquer! Gemini has his breakdown, but he’s still very compelling in the first half)

2. 24 -- This is a totally bonkers movie, but I love the aesthetic, and I love how unapologetically OTT it is--our hero has a time machine! He looks exactly like his uncle who looks exactly like his twin brother/the hero’s dad! At given moment, one of the three main male characters is pretending to be one or more of the others! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE SUCH A THING.

3. Thaana Sernda Kootham-- Cons with hearts of gold! A really fun and catchy musical score! Ramya Krishnan having a great time!

4. Urumi -- Oh, this is such a flawed movie, but still! I love it for the cameos alone: at any given moment, any famous actor could pop up. Also, it’s by Santhosh Sivan, so very very pretty to look at.

5. Dumm Dumm Dumm -- second favorite Tamil rom-com of my soul. *weeps*

(EDIT: How could I have forgotten Size Zero??? Most charming rom-com heroine I can remember in a long time bottom 5 tamil movies

1. Iraandam Ulagam-- you will be tempted to watch, because Anushka Shetty has a sword, and Arya is prancing around looking heroic and tragic. DO NOT. Rage inducing “ all women just need a man” and “literally rapist hero” abound.

2. Kochaidaiyaan -- the terrible CGI scares me, and I often have reasonable tolerance for that sort of thing. I think I lost it when the dolphin showed up in teh fight scene.  

3. Dashavataram-- “Oh, okay, Kamal is playing a priest in the flashback and a scientist now, and wait, why is he a random white dude, and a grandmother, and a Punjabi singer whose throat cancer gets cured by a bullet, what the hell, and --WHY IS KAMAL HASSAN PLAYING GEORGE W. BUSH???”

4. Kandasaamy -- ....Who decides they want to be a CHICKEN-themed superhero? I mean--I understand the religious references, but the man is still...a CHICKEN-THEMED SUPERHERO. Also, the “Mambo Maamiya” song makes me laugh myself to the point of tears, and not in a good way. 

5.Enthiran -- Look, you lost me when the female lead turned out to be a ditz (who CHEATED! on her EXAMS!), when the narrative actually excused honor suicides, and when the whole thing turned into a bizarro Ramayana ripoff that....was not good. 

top 5 mani ratnam movies

1. Alai Payuthey -- Can one really grow up listening to/watching “Pachchai Nirame” and not consider it the height of romance? Also I love Shalini’s prickly, passionate Shakti (one of my favorite Ratnam heroines), and also young Madhavan, OMG. What’s not to love?

2. Thalapathy-- The one sympathetic-to-Karna take that gets me (because it doesn’t gloss over the bad stuff the Karna- and Duryodhana- equivalent do, while getting rid of the very worst things wrt Draupadi. Also it doesn’t demonize Arjuna & Kunti, either.) So brilliant--and why Raavanan was so disappointing for me.

3. Roja -- I always wondered why I liked this movie, despite the chest-thumping patriotism and the kind of skeevy reluctant arranged marriage -- the gorgeous visuals and Rahman’s music could only do so much, you know. And then I read an article somewhere that pointed out it was actually a modern day take on Savitri and Satyavan, and then it all made sense, you guys. 

4. OK Kanmani -- Dulquer and Nithya just might be the most adorable couple in all creation; and this is such a lovely, frothy, lowkey romance that I can’t help but root for!

5. Yuva/Aayutha Ezhuthu-- is this cheesy? Probably. But I love idealism, and people coming together to become better, and my goodness, does this movie deliver. Also I really appreciate that the heroines are just as diverse--and usually have their own lives going on, separate from the heroes’ stuff--which is a nice change from the usual movie plotline. 

top 5 amarsena  (nidhana verse ) moments

(FWIW, this is mostly from the what was fun to write from my standpoint, and might not coincide with what anyone actually thought...)

1. Devasena’s rant in Chapter 3--I am on “team I can see why Devasena wanted to set Amarendra on fire in that scene where he’s refusing to acknowledge her feelings of confusion and betrayal” so I really wanted to write a scene where he does better, and, if not exactly agreeing with her, at least doesn’t just...sort of laugh it off?

2. The beginning of Chapter 6? It’s honestly as close to anything ~scandalous~ as we ever get, so....

3. The little conversation on the arrival in Kuntala that goes way over Mahendra’s head. This is largely because Mahendra’s confusion at and misinterpretation of pretty much everything he hears is the heart of “Nidhana” *nods gravely, collapses into giggles.*

4. The outright argument right before the battle? Because I actually really like it when couples can manage to have an argument and it’s not the end of the world--even Mahendra is upset but not, say, terrified that his folks are splitting up, and I wanted to show that they’d managed to model healthy relationships for him, as well. 

5. ...And pretty much all the domestic fluff in Chapter 1. If you haven’t noticed, domestic fluff and established relationships are some of my favorite things to write, and especially in that chapter, I felt free to let myself go wild and write all the cuteness I wanted. 

top 5 kandukondein kandukondein moments

(this is difficult! because 90% of this movie just makes me happy, and it is probably my one great comfort watch. But offhand:)

1. Konjam Minnakale is a delight, and never fails to put me in a good mood. Not only is the cinematography beautiful, but the music makes me feel as though I, too, could frolic in fields with perfect choreography while looking AMAZINGi.

2. The blink-and-you’ll-miss-it “North Indian actresses are the worst” joke at the very beginning, because yes, Tabu and Aish are both technically South Indian by birth but obviously also required dubbing, etc. 

3. THE CAT WEDDING. So random; so funny. 

4. Manohar and Soumya’s first meeting. Starts off with a classic misunderstanding where both parties are having two different conversations, but then manages also to get across Soumya’s very real guilt and grief, as well as Manohar’s automatic sympathy and feelings for her.

5. Manohar and Soumya meeting again in Madras. In part I love it because Elinor and Edward actually don’t get very much relationship development in Austen (we’re told they like each other by the narrator, and the rest of the time they’re together, it’s pretty much just angst and pining), but Tabu and Ajith sell me on their chemistry--but moreover, how much do I love Soumya just....ignoring Manohar in favor of doing her job? (and, even when just working as secretary, being very good at it. I would mention the part where she gets prompted due to sheer awesomeness, but it’s not really....one scene....but I still adore it and her so much.)

Bonus. EVERY TIME NANDINI VARMA IS ON SCREEN. FAVORITE LUCY STEELE EVER. 

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danger force christmas special livewatch

welcome to the final livewatch of 2020, ‘chapa kills santa!’ ...jk it’s called ‘down goes santa’ (same thing right?). without further ado, let’s dive into the chaos of ‘the best story of christmas’!

the little pre-show channel bumper has a kid skating on tp... ONLY IN 2020!

the theme at the beginning of the ep is ‘deck the halls’ aww :)

chapa: “did you get a job at nacho ball?” bose: “i got a career at nacho ball.” eyyyy ;D (also how does he have a job isn’t he like 12?)

OH NOES THEY HAVEN’T DONE XMAS THINGS TOGETHER!! :O

chapa: “i’d say that’s an emergency, MILES!!!!!!!” oh boy will there be screaming chapa in this??

also since she cares a lot about christmas stuff maybe she won’t be the one to kill santa?

chapa: “no i don’t love christmas” BOIIIII

mika: “you took a long time to answer that question.” lol :D

SUP RAY

why does ray sound so creepy when he says “oh you wanna hear a... christmas story?”

OMG RAY DON’T SHOVE CHAPA OUT OF THAT CHAIR BRO

ray: “do you wanna hear the real christmas story?” the kids: “NO!!” lol :D

OMG RAY HAS THE BOOK IN THE HEADER PIC! :D

also all the kids said ‘ew!’ at the sight of it they really don’t want this story huh

story: “the first one was generous and jolly. the other was hot and fun.” lol

santa’s bro was named crampus wut

OMG SCHWOZ JUST SHREDDED THAT GUITAR YO!!! also hello george harrison’s lucy nice seeing you here :)

crampus wanted a jet ski and spent 1000 years on the naughty list where does this take place

this story is awesome not gonna lie :D

ray got the book from the truth store lol

story: “one day in the mid 90s” CLARISSA IS THAT YOU???

santa was lured to the desert with ‘promises of fish tacos, motocross and illegal fireworks’ lol

‘dill-weebs’ lol

santa and anti-santa fought in an abandoned mall lol

that was such a great story! :D

miles: “i don’t believe any of that!” ray: “CRAMPUS TOUCH!!!” miles: *SCREAMS*

and ray walks away with an evil laugh... >:)

mika’s sweater is so cute! :D

YO SCHWOZ JUST MADE AN XMAS TREE AND PRESENTS APPEAR IS HE MAGIC THO???? :o

and the audience cheers! :D

MIKA JUST KICKED A LITTLE TREE AND SCREAMED YO MIKA!!!

schwoz: “the big man will be here soon!” bose: “you mean shaq?” lol :D

schwoz cleans santa’s sleigh how cool! :D

there’s a corn lady in a corn truck ICE CREAM TRUCK WHO??? I DON’T KNOW HER

ooh the gums can be used to transform their civilian clothes too!

RAY AND CHAPA BOUGHT ALL THE CORN OMG :O

awww ray did it for chapa’s christmas love! ♥

ray: “our pants are down. we’re exposed!!!” ???

OHHH IT’S ‘P.A.N.T.S’ :o

is santa gonna land in the man’s nest without protection?

YO I WAS RIGHT CHAPA DID KILL SANTA!!!!!

SANTA’S ON FIRE OMGGGGGGG

santa’s beard is gray now is he my dad lol

chapa: “WE SHOT SANTA CLAUS!!!” out of context that line is so sad yet still hilarious

why did the meme airhorn just play

YO CRAMPUS ANTI-SANTA IS REALLLLLL

crampus: “it’s party tiiiimeee!!!” lol

the intro happened 10 AND A HALF MINUTES INTO THE 22 MINUTE EP what a record! :o

why did ray return with a big af senpai ball of yarn and needles

ooh the kids brought back strawberry ice cream :o

miles’ actor’s name appeared just as he was on screen coolio :D

there’s a sign on santa that says ‘none of your buzyness’ NUNYA WHO

also miles and chapa say ‘buzyness’ like nunya lol

CHAPA’S FREAKING SCREAMING ABOUT HER KILLING SANTA YOOO

santa doesn’t know who he is HO HO NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

chapa keeps zapping ray when she disapproves what he says YO CHAPA

YOOO SANTA’S MISSING!!!

bose is a mechanic apparently coolio :D

they’re getting christmas day off BUT NOT XMAS DAY

CRAMPUS LIKES THE MEME HORN YOOOOO

bose: “it could be worse!” *sees crampus* “hey, i was right, it’s worse!”

crampus: “where’s my brother uglies!” his watch: “sick burn, crampus that stings!!” lol

CRAMPUS IS GONNA DESTROY CHRISTMAS NOOOO

crampus can teleport coolio :D

the side effects of catching crampus are ‘hotness and diarrhea’ why :(

mika: “OH MY GOD SHUT UUUUUPPPPP!!!!!!!” SAME MIKA SAME

ray: “don’t say anything!” bose: “he left!” ray: “...seriously”

BOSE WHY DID YOU SAYYYYYY :(((((

YO CRAMPUS TURNED BOSE INTO A PUNK SKATER YO :o

OMG RAY HAS A TAZER GUN SANTA’S DEFINITELY GONNA DIE

ray: “news is boring” indeed it is

on the newscrawl it says orphans were hit with a sack of presents who

the newsman said ‘in part 2 of our news-’ AND THERE’S A PART 2 OF THE SPECIAL EYYYY ;D

miles and mika transformed to applause! :D

punk bose thinks taco tuesday is the best holiday lol

english orphans are on the news WHY

HOLD UP are those the orphans from one of the previous eps???

the english boy sounds like schwoz when he’s crampus-fied lol

english girl: “percy you know i only have one lung!” ...omg

crampus is putting his hands all over the xmas sack AND IT’S SO WEIRD WTF

news lady: “now that you’ve found the sack of presents you can give them to the orphans!” ray and chapa don’t sound too thrilled with that...

DON’T CRAMP THE NEWS LADY NOOOOO

it’s 8:28 pm when ray and chapa are at the news station NOT A LOT OF TIME LEFT TO SAVE SANTA!!!

the news people, orphans and crampus with energy drinks: “TACO TUESDAY LIFE!!” news guy: “LIFE SPELLED WITH A Y!!!” ray chapa GET THESE GUYS BACK FAST!!!!!!

CHAPA JUST HIT CRAMPUS WITH HER POWERS YOOOO

aaand it didn’t work :/

news guy: “looks like this story will be c-c-c-continued!!!!” indeed it will! :D

onto part 2!

YO MIKA AND MILES WALKED INTO SANTAS DANCING TO AN EPIC ‘UP ON THE HOUSETOP’ EPIC

the main santa lady almost sounds like nat from bob’s burgers :D

did schwoz just speak russian??

YO HE’S SINGING IS THIS A MUSICAL NOW???

schwoz: “♬ you’re never too cool for the holidays! ♬” yay! :D

bose: “rule number sleighven-“ i thought crampus hated christmas WHY THE XMAS PUN DUDE??

schwoz gave bose a candy cane AND IT TURNED HIM BACK YAS!!!! :D

bose: “♬ i used to love these as a boy... ♬” schwoz: “♬ you’re not a man... ♬” lol :D

bose’s singing isn’t the best but schwoz is great! :D

bose is happily helping yay! :D

AND THE SLEIGH IS BACK!!!!!

the magic of christmas is tossing people a wrench lol :D

YO SCHWOZ JUST CARRIED BOSE AND CALLED HIM BOSIE! ♥♥

did bose just say ‘i still have these gross dimples’??? DIMPLES ARE ADORABLE BOSIE

an hp ad just played TWICE IN A ROW WHYYYYY

mika and miles look great as santa! :D

all the santas think they’re the real santa lol

real santa’s a rapper dj now lol :D

OMG HE HAS A RAINBOW HAT LOVE YA REAL SANTA!!!!! :D

the santa lady just got a text from a 909 number is that the swellview version of 1-800?

santa lady to crampus: “who are you and what’s your number?” WOAH WOAH LADY YOU DON’T WANNA DATE THIS DUDE BRO

the lady didn’t change when crampus touched her WAS IT THE GLOVES???

mika used her shouting powers on crampus AND HE’S IN HIS UNDIES GROSS CRAMP :(

the santa lady likes crampus’ max body spray WHY LADY????

the into for this ep is 7 and a half minutes in and this is more like it! :D

i skipped the intro last time BUT IT’S AN XMAS THEMED ONE YAS!!!! :D

ray: “outta the way poor people santa just got his christmas bag!!” ray stop

also the card for ray’s actor appeared when he spoke cool :D

YO WAS RAY CRAMP-IFIED TOO????

...no he’s just being ray

OH NO THERE’S A BALLOON CALLED ‘PARTY TIME’ CRAMP’S COMIN’ TO GET U!!!!!!!!

santa lady: “why do i get thrown through a door at this party every year?’ either you’re drunk or you just like slamming yourself through doors???

schwoz calls crampus ‘crampooss’ and it’s just his accent but it’s super funny :D

AND THAT HP AD PLAYS 2 TIMES IN A ROW AGAIN UGHHHH

crampus got away WITH EVERYTHING SANTA NOOOO

bose: “things can’t get worse!” news guy: “things just got a whole lot better...” bose: “see?” news lady: “for CRAMPUUUSSSSSS!!!!” bose: “...they got me.” lol silly bose! :D

crampus’ message is ‘rap, rock, love and CHRISTMAS HATE’

schwoz called italy ‘itallee’ lol :D

the world wide news anchors are just the swellview ones with accents lol :D

bose sees all those anchors being infected AND ALL HE WANTS IS A RUSSIAN HAT

oh hello ray

ray: “why didn’t anyone tell me lake swellview was frozen?” chapa: “,,,it’s december.” lol :D

bose called the infected people ‘crampas’ lol :D

schwoz pronounces christmas ‘christmuss’ :D

909 is san bernadino AKA WHERE THE STORY TOOK PLACE OHHHHH :O

they have to go to the abandoned mall OMGGG!!!!!!!!!

the kids really don’t want ray to take a coal bath

crampus called the santa lady ‘babe’ ARE THEY A THING????

santa: “can i get nexties for a massage?” ...nexties?

YO DID THE SANTA LADY DATE RAY????? :O

UGH the hp ads AGAINNNNNN

YO the lady has cardboard cutouts of bts in her bathroom YOU’RE NOT DAN AND PHIL WITH THE 1D PIC

909 reminds me of ‘one after 909′ and that’s a lot better than this place!

bose got ‘ultra dark sick glasses’ OH NOES

AND MIKA WAS SILENCED WHILE CHAPA WAS TRAPPED IN CHAINS NOOOO

miles is still standing GO MILES!!!!! :D

crampus said he and miles could be friends awww :)

...did crampus just say ‘your call t-mobile’

santa lady: “oh god THEY’RE FIGHTING OVER ME :D’ no they’re fighting for the other santa MS LADY

ray cried at KUNG FU PANDA????

maybe ray can give his jet ski to crampus to redeem him

OH WAIT THAT’S FROM THE STORY OMG :o

THE JET SKI SHALL REDEEM!!!!!

ray said ‘oh gross that’s mine’ to miles’ (and my) suggestion :/

WAIT RAY HAS 4 or 5 JET SKIS WHY

GIVE CRAMPUS THE JET SKI RAY COME ONNNNN

mika says muffled things and ray completely understands her lol :D

RAY GAVE CRAMPUS THE JET SKI KEYS YAAAS!!!!

OMG CRAMPUS IS BACK!!! and he kind of looks like henry??

the hp ad played but the 2nd one had text this time so that’s cool i guess?

santa still doesn’t remember oh noes :o

bose could lift the sleigh and miles could teleport to different houses AND CHAPA IS RUDOLLLLLPHHHH!!!!!

bose said the ‘guide my sleigh tonight’ to mika lol :D

christmas is ‘taco tuesday’ but better :D

the kids are great as santa

miles: “merry christmas you filthy animals!” ooh home alone reference

a button down shirt and a ball made the news anchors transform back aww :D

AND THE ORPHAN GIRL LOVES A TOOTHBRUSH PENCIL

all 7 members of bts are next omg why can’t it be blackpink

YAS THE SPECIAL WAS THE BEST STORY I GUESSED IT RIGHT!!! :D

and mika is still muffled

RAY IS IN LAKE HAVASU AZ REFERENCE!!!! :D

crampus looks like freddy mercury

and he’s with ray and santa! :D

that was a fun christmas special and it’ll certainly be a classic! what a way to end 2020 livewatches! :)