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thelegendofjenna · 2 years

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New Year's Eve with Darren Criss

Okay, so while it's decently fresh in my mind I'm just going to write down everything I remember from Darren's NYE show. This is very stream of consciousness, and all quotes are just paraphrased from my memory (I've already seen some videos floating around, but I don't know if there's any footage of him talking between songs). This is mostly for my own benefit, because I never want to forget this night.

He walked on stage wearing a silver suit with black boots. He started out with Happy Holidays/The Holiday Season, which fit so well with the full symphony accompanying, and the rest of the first half was all Christmas music from his album. Most of his talking in between was about the songs, and really similar to what he said at the Beacon Theater show or other press for the album. He also introduced the conductor, Bruce Kiesling, who was the music director for AVPS (along with like, tons of other impressive accomplishments). When he asked at the start how many people had been to a show of his before, there wasn't a huge response. My guess is that about half of the audience was familiar with him? At least a good chunk were just symphony-goers who were in for a surprise.

While he was talking after the first song he made the same joke about it turning into a stand-up routine, and just talked for a decent amount of time, at one point looking back at the musicians and joking "Bruce is like, 'damn it, we didn't rehearse with you talking so much between songs.'" He then emphasized that he was going to talk a lot "so you'll hopefully learn something new, and you won't notice if I mess up the singing. You'll think back and say 'the singing was...fine. But he was very charming.'" Before the next song, as the orchestra was starting to play but his cue hadn't come yet, he commented, "I can feel my voice going dry and I'm very nervous." He also later in the show said that "singing is the least interesting thing I do, I really like arranging music."

(his voice held up for the whole show though haha, I mean there were a couple iffy notes but nothing significant, and one song where he went an octave low on what's usually a high note, I can't remember which song.)

He did River, St Patrick's Day (before which he said something about how John Mayer is an incredible guitarist or something like that, some audience members laughed, and he said "no, I'm serious - okay, we don't have time, that's a whole other show."), Everybody's Waitin' For The Man With the Bag (as a solo), All Those Christmas Cliches (and explained that "east of Westerly" refers to Rhode Island, which I don't remember hearing before), The Christmas Song, and Christmas Dance (before that one he said "this is probably the last time I'll perform this one until next year...and then, God willing, every year for the rest of my life").

Then there was intermission. For the second half of the show, he walked out in a sparklier, striped suit and sparkly silver boots. He came out and immediately played Somewhere Only We Know, without any introduction, and I DIED. Then afterwards he commented on his wardrobe change ("I'm not a self-indulgent man, but tonight I'm a self-indulgent man.") and then talked about the song - how he sung it on Glee (some audience members cheered), but also his connection with the original Keane album it's from, how he strongly remembered blasting that album when he was driving around SF just after getting his license. "Speaking of Glee," he said, and transitioned into introducing The Luckiest. I think it was also during this break that he said a quote so good I actually wrote it down - he mentioned Glee, kind of paused, and after a moment there were some cheers. "Yeah, I was kind of waiting for that," he said, "for the woo-girl riot." Then he sort of backpedaled, like, 'I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I love it,' and then (this is what I wrote down) "That could be the name of a memoir. 'The Woo-Girl Riot,' by Darren Criss."

Anyway, he explained stuff about the Luckiest (it's the same kind of thing he said in the DEC AID stream about how he would have liked it to be Blaine's last song), mentioned how he had an original song in the Glee finale ("I always like to say that it's an Emmy-award losing song"), complimented Ben Folds' piano playing, and then added that it was also emblematic of how fortunate he feels, to be where he is in life and playing a show in his hometown, etc. He played it, it was gorgeous.

Next, he explained the premise of Royalties, and the basic set-up of the song from the first episode. He said that when he knew he was going to have an orchestra at his disposal, he wanted to play this song. He'd never done it live before and it was a very stupid song and he was excited. As he was getting ready he seemed a little nervous ("Okay, I have my lyrics here," he said, shuffling papers on the piano. "I can see people with their phones out so I don't wanna mess up, this is going to be the definitive version") They played Just That Good and it was indeed very stupid and very funny and very well-done. Afterwards he said "I can't believe I just did that. When the SF Symphony asked me to play a show I was like 'are you sure?'"

Then he did Welcome Home, which again he explained mostly as he did at the Beacon, but also emphasized how it was special to be playing it in his hometown, and in the city where he was in Fanny as a kid.

Then he picked up his guitar and explained how he wrote this song when he was fifteen, in response to a Stanislavski quote about the art and the self. He told the orchestra that the song was short, but they'd have a long enough break for "at least one sudoku." Then, just him and his guitar, he sang Human. I died again.

He returned to the piano and introed his next song - apparently while he was living in Italy he saw this upcoming singer on Italian TV that no one else knew about, and he wrote this song with her in mind. The up and coming singer was Adele, lmao. Then he talked about how the song was incorporated into a show he did with Starkid (cheers from the audience), but he wasn't going to try explaining Starkid because "that's a whole other show." And he explained that the song has kind of taken on a life of its own, beyond him ("I played this at the second inauguration of one President Barack Obama. That wasn't just me flexing, it's - sorry, I'm not trying to brag, I'm trying to explain how important this song is to me"), and how the comfort and emotion that so many other people have gotten from the song has made it all the more meaningful to him. And then he performed Not Alone, with a full orchestral backing.

And, you know. I died a third time.

The "final" song was For a Night Like This, which he gave the typical spiel for, but mentioned that it's usually a very pop-rock song, so adapting it to an acoustic orchestra was different. And yeah, it did sound different, but still very good. And yes he said "this one is dedicated to the dedicated" at the start.

So then he and Bruce bowed and waved and walked off stage. But the orchestra didn't leave stage, so we hung around for the encore. Also, he hadn't sung New Year yet, so I knew he wasn't done lol. Then he came back, and they did New Year, which was absolutely gorgeous and poignant as it always is. We all cheered and clapped and stood again. And then he exchanged a few off-mic words with Bruce and said "okay, we're gonna do one more. I'm being self-indulgent tonight."

He wanted to do the last song without his mic, just projecting his voice and taking advantage of the acoustics of the symphony hall, so he put his guitar on and stepped away from the mic and shouted to see if everyone could hear. Mostly we could (I was on the floor level and decently close, so I definitely could). He said, "sorry for those of you in the very back if you can't hear everything, but it'll be a vibe." He had a music stand with sheet music on it (or maybe handwritten notes lol, I don't know), and said that he'd only figured this out a few hours beforehand. So once again, it was just him and his guitar, this time with no artificial amplification. He sang San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair), which was obviously exciting in that "you're singing about the city that we're in and also it's your hometown so there are a lot of FEELINGS" way. Then, partway through the song, he transitioned into Auld Lang Syne, which. I literally got chills, I don't even know how to describe it, it was just a magical moment where you feel so connected with the person on stage and all the people in the audience and the fact that it's new years eve and you're all alive and experiencing this together.

So anyway, it was all fucking incredible and it was so him and it felt like such a special, unique show and I'm SO GLAD that I was able to go.

#darren criss #dc nye 2021 #i can't believe the first time i saw him perform live was nearly ten years ago

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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I Melt With You - Bakugou Katsuki

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Part 10:

“Hey, Bakugou.” You greet easily, waving at him. “Can you believe it?”

“Jesus- what the hell are you on about now?”

“Nothing. Just, this marks the third time I’ve seen you without injury. Good on you buddy, setting a personal record and everything.”

He huffs, pushing off the wall. Bakugou is without his costume, clad in just normal sweats. The sight makes you feel a little bad- it was obviously his day off, but there he was working. Sacrificing his time for you.

“Fuck you.” He grumbles, without any bite. “Seriously. Fuck you.”

“C’mon, grumpy, don’t get so huffy.” You say playfully. “I was mostly joking, but I did mean it. I think I like you a whole lot better when there’s no blood involved.”

He starts to smile, just for a second, before he quickly evens his expression. It’s like he’s trying to hide the fact that it was there at all, quickly spinning around and starting off at a brisk pace.

“Woah, slow down, no need to run, speedy. I’ll take it back if you’re so allergic to me being nice.”

Bakugou doesn’t respond, but he does slow down. Just minutely. Hardly even at all if you really think about it, but hey, at least you’re not basically running after him anymore.

“What’s got you so cheery, hah?” He asks after a beat, making an intentional point not to make eye contact. “It’s late- you’re not tired again?”

His tone catches you off-guard, something accusatory underneath that has you scrunching your nose. You’re not exactly sure what he’s getting at, but you can read his prickly tone for what it is- Bakugou is making fun of you.

“No. I’m actually not tired, thank you very much.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

“You know, that sentence from anyone else would offend me- but from you?” You scoff, squinting your eyes at him. “Well, I’m sure it was meant as an insult, not an insinutation; so I’ll refrain from calling you a pig. For now.”

“Call me anything and see where it gets ya, leech.”

“What’re you gonna do? Fight me?”

“Please, it wouldn’t be a fight.” He snorts, kicking at a rock in the road. It flies down the alley, all the way past the streetlamp’s glow. “See? I’d slaughter you.”

“Yes! Probably!" You say in faux exasperation. "But it’s because you have way more practice at slaughtering people! I don’t know why you’re bragging about that- that’s totally not something normal people brag about!”

You throw your hands up, gesturing wildly, and Bakugou just sort of watches you. Doesn’t really react other than to evade one of your errant hands. You just barely miss him, the tips of your fingers clipping the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“What- nothing? You’ve got nothing to say about that? Course you don’t- because you’re proud of slaughtering people. Is that it? Huh?”

“I’m proud of winning.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Close enough.” He shrugs. “'Sides, it’s not my fault I wasn’t listenin’. Ya said so many damn words to me.”

“That’s so rude! You-“

Seeing his smile, you cut yourself off half-way. It should hardly even count as a smile, really, it’s much more of a smirk- something entirely self-indulgent and dripping with arrogance. You’re not sure if you wanna punch him in the mouth or giggle.

“You jerk. You’re messing with me!” On impulse, you knock your shoulders into his. Bakugou doesn’t flinch- nor does he budge whatsoever. “You’re just being mean on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Course.”

“Why? Just, I don’t know, be nice?”

“Fuck that. No thanks.”

“You incredibly rude- you know that?”

“And you’re fuckin’ annoying.” He retorts, knocking his shoulders into yours. Bakugou smirks when you stumble. “See- I’d murder you in a fight.”

“No one was debating that!”

He just bites his lip, throwing his head back. It’s like Bakugou is trying to hide his smile; exposing the strong column of his throat to you, pale skin gone 10 shades of gold under the streetlamp.

It steals the breath from your lungs- how devastatingly beautiful he can be. You have to tear your eyes away.

“Hey, Bakugou, it’s your day off right?”

He eyes you a little strangely. “Yes? Why?”

“Geez- Don’t be so suspicious.” You laugh. “I only asked because I was curious.”

“The hell you have to be curious about?”

“Just what you’d be doing right now otherwise- you know, if you weren’t stuck walking me-“

“‘m not stuck. Wouldn’t do this if I didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, but still.” You take a breath. “What I mean, is that, I’m sorry if this is burdening you. I know this probably isn’t what you wanted to do on your day off.”

He eyes you, sniffing for a moment while he juts his chin out. “Eh- it’s fine. Walking this far outta my way is good excercise anywa-“

“This far? Oh my god- are you serious? Where do you live?”

“Far enough.”

“Bakugou.” You say sternly, staring him down. You’re well aware he’s not a man who’s easily scolded into revealing the truth, but damn if you weren’t going die trying. “Seriously- how far?”

“Fuck’s it matter to you for?”

“Because it just does! Now, c’mon really, I’m gonna feel like, super bad if you say you’ve gotta take a train her-“

“No train, so quit bitching.” He scans the street for a moment, before turning back to look at you. “Not that far. Half an hour, maybe, if I was running.”

“If you were running? What about walkin-“

“Not walking so it doesn’t matter.”

“It does!”

“It fuckin’ doesn’t-“

Then he’s standing ram-rod straight, slapping an open palm over your stomach and pushing you back. You’re flying back into the shadows, back slamming against the brick wall. Gasping, air knocked clean out of your lungs, it’s all you can do to keep your eyes open and watch him leave.

Bakugou hardly even looks back before he’s soaring past the end of the alley, explosions igniting under his palms. There’s no one, all is quiet, silent and tense and then- bam.

A mottled mass of muscles and pulsating flesh barrels through the building beside Bakugou. Debris rains down onto the street, down onto the exact spot you were standing moments ago. The flying detrius knocks Bakugou off course, and the blonde hardly dodges before the creature is slinging fists his way.

“Shouldn’t’a been makin’ such a scene!” Bakugou is all smirks and haughty confidence, seamlessly twisting and dodging the creature’s strikes. “Gave yourself away- I’ve got you now!”

Even breathless and winded, you can’t help but stare. Bakugou truly is something else- a terrifying bullet in the air, bordering on frenetic as he dodges. He’s so fast you’re worried he’ll catch fire. There’s a reckless sort of smile on his face, stretching his lips back around canines you’re sure are sharper than before. He’s throws his left palm out, explosion recoil throwing him just past the creature’s next attack. It’s enough of an opening for Bakugou to surge in, flashbang fingertips making contact with the beast’s abdomen.

“Really, that’s all?” He challenges, grinning like mad when the beast flies back from the impact. “No strategy at all? That’s not gonna fuckin’ work!”

And then he looks back at you, just for a singular moment, while the beast is bent over from his previous blow. The sight nearly knocks the air out of your lungs all over again.

Bakugou is terrifying. Manic and bloodthirsty and feverish almost, chest heaving with every labored breath. There’s something wild in his eyes, coloring his features in blood that hasn’t even been spilled yet. It’s intimidating and scary and overwhelming, but he’s dazzling too. A crazed smile, so blinding and brilliant, that it leaves an after-image long after he’s blasted away again.

Something snaps in you then, and you’re diving behind the nearest dumpster. It’s a little gross and cramped, but you hear plaster cracking around you, and suddenly it’s not so bad anymore. Your eyes are wide, watching the battle- and even when hidden it still feels too close.

Your heart is trapped in your throat, a battering ram even as you try to catch your breath. Everything is loud, and chaotic, and you’ve never been this close to a real battle before. It scares you. You clasp your hands around your ears, trying to block out the gargling and explosions. It’s not enough, your breath still picking up as explosion impact rattles the asphalt beneath your feet.

“You’re done!” You hear him shout, and suddenly the air goes white and hot, and bright.

You screw your eyes shut, and bite back a scream as an explosion rattles every surrounding window. The sound swallows everything, and the light show is even worse. Even through your eyelids it’s blazing. Bright enough to have you diving to the ground and tucking your head between your knees.

Then it’s quiet. Complete silence other than the ringing in your ears. You hear impact, a warbled groan, and then the sound of his voice.

“You fucker.” He roars. “I’m fuckin’ busy, you weak bitch, can’t ya fuckin’ see that?”

Another thud. Another groan.

“All this shit for some cash? Just get a job, you fuckin’ loser. Like the goddamn rest of us.”

You peak your head over the dumpster, and see Bakugou standing tall over the collapsed body. You’re not entirely sure how the villian’s quirk operates, but the mass of flesh is deflating by the second, leaving behind a skinny mess of bones and sinew.

“A front, hah? Pathetic.” Bakugou sneers, grinding his teeth before he snaps. “On your fuckin’ feet weakling- ‘m taking you in.”

Bakugou hauls the skinny man to his feet, trapping rail-thin arms tight to the man’s back. It’s only then that you choose to emerge, staggering slighty on your shaking legs. It’s like you’ve got tremors- your body practically bowled over by the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“H-help- I didn’t-“ The skinny man starts, before Bakugou is sending a knee into the base of his spine.

“Don’t speak to her, you shit-stain.” Bakugou curls his lip. “Shut the hell up.”

You’re not really sure what to do then- caught between wanting to high-tail it in the complete opposite direction, and surging towards Bakugou. Because, if you weren’t certain before, you definitely were now; Bakugou knew what he was doing. And if worst ever came to worst, he’d stay true to all his threats. Nobody was getting to you while he was around.

“Follow. C’mon.” Bakugou nods towards the end of the street. “Police station. You know where it is. Let’s get the hell to it already.”

You just start walking- almost on autopilot. There’s a weird fuzz settling in your brain, the adrenaline seeping and leaving nothing but exhaustion behind. It’s disorienting because you weren’t even part of the fight- Bakugou had shoved you back long before you could have ever been in any real danger.

You’re not sure how he knew- how he could have possibly predicted the villain coming through the wall, but even still, you’re gratetful. Because you’re not hurt, only frazzled where you would’ve been massacred without him there.

Bakugou waits for you to pass him by, and only once you’re a good few steps ahead, does he start shoving his prisoner forward. The walk is tense and silent, the only noise being the occasional pained groan from the skinny man. There’s an undeniable air of intimidation coming from Bakugou, rolling off his skin and permeating every spare inch of air. It only adds more stress to an already harrowing situation.

The police station lies just where you remembered it, but you’ve never been this close before. You’d only seen it down the end of the street as you passed by- only through the fuzzy haze of exhaustion after your shift ended. Now there’s nothing hazy about it- just a stark white building and big glass doors. Big glass doors that Bakugou is surging through, prisoner in tow, and ordering you to stay behind.

When he’s through the door, it’s like your heart finally starts to catch up. You can feel it’s thud slow against you ribs, no longer jumping at every slight sound. You eyelids feel heavy, further weighed down by the headache you feel coming on. You lean against the wall of the station, bending slightly at the waist as you ground the heels of your palm against your temple.

“All good?” You hear his voice some time later, Bakugou’s footsteps heavy as he approaches. “You get hurt?”

“No- ‘m fine.” You chew your cheek, straightening as you look up at him. “I think.”

He studies you for a moment, red eyes flitting across your face. Bakugou grimaces. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah. Was scared.”

“It’s fine now.” He huffs, frustration lacing his features. Bakugou clenches his hand, releases, and repeats twice over before he speaks again. “Got ‘em already, so you can chill the hell out now. Alright?”

“Yeah- yeah sure.”

You try to agree, but your voice doesn’t sound right when it leaves your throat. It’s a little too hoarse, empty of almost all inflection. You’re not particularly pleased with it and Bakugou is even less so.

“You need a few minutes or something?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, like even asking the question pains him. “Need to call somebody?”

Bakugou looks incredibly uncomfortable- eyes shifting around wildly and refusing to settle. All of his battlefield-confidence, even that self-assured smirk seems to have disappeared entirely. He huffs a pained breath and leans back against the wall next to you. His shoulders are just barely touching yours, voice pinched and tense when he speaks.

“I know it’s loud- but it’s over now. Now you just go home, and you sleep. Nothing is gonna happen to you.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Bakugou tilts his head skyward. He grinds his teeth, once, twice, and smooths out his grimace. “And I’ll fuckin’ be there so don’t go spiraling about it, alright? You’re safe now.”

You nod, rolling your lips together for a moment. He’s not meeting your eyes, not even attempting to, but you can’t help but stare. Can’t help but track all the lines of his face; the way his nose slopes, and the set of his eyebrows. He doesn’t look like before. Not crazed, or manic, or brutal. He’s just Bakugou. Maybe a little grumpy, but mostly just uncomfortable- exactly the way you’ve come to know him.

Something in you settles at bit at that.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's go." You kick off the wall, putting one foot in front of the other. "I'm more than ready to be home."

Bakugou just watches you, and you can see him reach a hand out before immediately dropping it. His lip curls up in disgust- and that just confuses you. You wonder where the Bakugou from a few minutes ago went; the one who seemed so entirely sure of himself.

"Faster." He says, overtaking you in one long stride. "Stallin' around at night is never a good idea."

You suppose he's right, but you never would've believed him before.

Prior to tonight, you had never been a part of a villain attack. You hadn't even seen a villain on anything other than TV re-runs. Your neighborhood was quiet, the streets never holding any danger, even at night. Now, though, every shadow seems suspicious, every sound a precursor for something far worse. Your well aware you just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time that night, but that didn't make the reality any easier to handle. If Bakugou hadn't been there, if he hadn't show up dead on your balcony months ago, then you would've been gravely injured by all that falling debris.

The thought makes you feel weak all over again. Has your fingers curling in your gloves- itchy and uncomfortable and helpless.

You're quiet as you walk, caught up in a million spiraling thoughts. Bakugou doesn't seem keen on conversation either, keeping a few paces ahead and scanning for other danger. Occasionally he'll turn back, check to make sure you're following, and all you can really offer is a nod and a shaky sort of smile. It doesn't satisfy him at all- you can see that every time he sets his jaw.

"Oi- Leech." He snaps in front of your eyes, waving his hand back and forth. "It's- stop lookin' like that already. All freaked the fuck out. You look ridiculous."

His haughty tone as your blood warming, fingers clenching at your sides as you walk. You're not sure what reaction he's after, but all you can really think to do is get angry.

"I am freaked out! You were there! You saw that guy! He was huge!" You snap, squinting your eyes and waving your hands around. "If you weren't- I- what am I supposed to do when that shit happens? Huh? I can't fight, and even if I could I wouldn't, so what am I supposed to-"

"Nothing." He interrupts. "You do nothing, and you hide. Like you did."

"Yes, because you pushed me! If you hadn't I would've been crushed by all that- and how on Earth did you even know he was coming?"

"Vibrations. In the ground." He squints at you, a little confused. "Did you not-"

"No!"

"Damn," He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "You really couldn't feel that? Jesus, you really are clueless. No wonder you were so freaked out."

In that moment, you're a little sure you could strangle him. All his skill you'd seen earlier suddenly didn't matter at all, and you were sure you could take him down with nothing but rage alone.

He- vibrations? You didn't feel anything! You felt nothing and even if you had, you would've assumed it was an earthquake. No one except for him and his battle-addled brain would've ever assumed it was a villain of all things!

"Calm down," He seems to be fighting a smile, lip twitching up. "You look fuckin' ridiculous right now. 'm not scared of you, leech."

"You should be! I'm about to strangle you right now-"

"For what?"

"For- for- I don't know! You just make me so angry with your 'Oh, you didn't feel that?' bullshit!" You tilt your voice lower, coating it in gravel to mimic him. "Of course I didn't feel anything! I'm not like you- I don't have freaky super-human instincts and explosions and I can't just go fight somebody!"

True to his word, your outburst doesn't seem to scare him. If anything if seems to pull the smile from him more, lips pulling back into a grin even he has no chance of hiding.

"There she is." He stuffs his hands in his pockets, falling back a little to walk right beside you. "Thought you'd gone into shock or somethin'."

"So you- on purpose?"

"Said that shit about vibrations? Yeah." His smile turns wolfish, all sharp canines and pink gums. "There were no fuckin' vibrations, idiot. I heard the plaster cracking."

In that moment you're the surest you've ever been- you were going to murder Bakugou Katsuki.

"You dick!"

Your hands are out before you can stop them, shoving forcefully at his side. He just looks at you, rolling his eyes, and then decides to let you tip him sideways off the curb. It's the worst kind of victory- a pity one that he let you have.

"Chill out, already." He laughs. "Only said shit so you'd stop bein' all miserable. You should be fuckin' thankin' me."

"I'm not thanking you!"

He steps forward, one long stride eclipsing you entirely. Then he spins, facing you with another crooked grin, and you're digging your heels into the cement to avoid crashing directly into his chest.

"I said-" He starts, hands in his pockets and leaning forward until he's practically towering over you. "You should be thanking me."

His voice is low, sly and challenging as he grins. He looks positively predatory- but attractive too. The worst kind that leaves your heart stuttering in your chest for almost no discernable reason.

"G-get away from me." You fluster, taking a step back. "I'm not thanking you."

He shrugs, falling back to a safe distance. You don't miss it though- the way his grin goes just a little wider, entirely satisfied. He won, and he knows it.

"Suit yourself, then leech." He says, voice light. "If ya wanna mouth off so much, then 'm not fuckin' saving you next time."

He says the words, but you're almost entirely sure he doesn't mean them. Not with the way he is now- beaming and pleased under the moonlight. You wonder if he always gets like this; so happy just after a victory. It's the kind of sight that almost makes the entire ordeal worth it. Almost.

You walk through the doors of your apartment, shuddering a long sigh of relief. The walls feel safe, security and peace etched into familiar walls. Even with Bakugou stomping behind you, the serenity isn't disturbed all that much. He's still in his rare good mood apparently, and he doesn't even grumble whatsoever.

Truth be told, you're still a little shaken, but the interior of your apartment puts you at ease. Even if you don't feel nearly as infallible as before, home is a good feeling- it always is.

"You know- you know that you just got unlucky, right?" Bakugou seems to struggle for a moment, kicking the door shut behind him. "It's- that's- shit like that doesn't usually happen here."

You're not sure where his sentiment is headed, and he must see it on your face. He flares his nostrils, sighing something long-suffering and dramatic.

"I'm sayin'- that wasn't part of anything else. It was just the one idiot, so it's not any more dangerous here than it used to be. 'm sayin' don't waste your time worryin' about that shit."

Something in you warms a bit- just a fraction. You're not sure how he knew, how he always seems to know just what you're thinking, but at this moment you don't care to find out. There are some comforts better left experienced instead of studied- and you figure this might be one of them.

You smile, something soft and fond. "I take it back- I will thank you. So thank you. I'm sure I'd be a lot worse off if you weren't around."

You watch him fluster, watch him itch in his skin and shift his weight around. Eventually he settles on turning his back, moving towards your fridge as he speaks.

"Probably. You froze up completely- woulda been piss poor job performance to let you get killed." He's swinging the fridge door open, and the white light just makes it more apparent- his cheeks are pink. "Got ice packs in here somewhere?"

"I-Ice packs?"

"Yeah. Knuckles are gonna bruise up if I don't ice 'em."

You look a little closer then, at his fingers curled around the handle of your fridge. His knuckles are a little swollen, bruised up and red where the skin had split. It doesn't look too bad, much less serious than any other injury he'd come to you with, but that doesn't change the itching in your own fingers. You want to help him- now more than ever it seems.

"Shit- sorry." You breathe out, nearing a little to get a closer look. "I was so freaked I didn't even think about asking- are you okay? You're okay, right? Nothing else, no bones or blood or-"

"Calm down. 'm fine."

You look at him again, squinting for eyes for a moment. He just rolls his own, extending his arms out and flipping them. He was telling the truth- there's only one other scratch on him, and even that was already scabbed over. The only issue were his knuckles- and that sets you at ease.

"You want me to wrap them for you?" You ask, looking up at him. "Oh wait- actually, you'd probably want to do that yourself, huh? Since you're not on the brink of death this time and actual-"

"You do it."

"Huh?"

"I said- you do it." He won't meet your eyes, turning back to your fridge and opening it up once more. He makes himself right at home, grabbing one of the water bottles off the shelf without asking. "Did it all the other times, so you do it. Don't think you're gonna get away with cuttin' corners on me."

"I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, that I know you find it annoying when I'm all fussy so I just-"

"Shut up already. You continuing to run your mouth is the only thing that's annoying me right now."

You're about to retort, something offended and assuredly juvenile, but you decide against it. That night had been filled with far too much conflict for your liking, and you weren't about to incite more of it. If he wanted you to wrap his knuckles, then you'd wrap his knuckles. You figured it's the least you could do for him.

Turning your back on him, you start for the bathroom, and the first aid kit inside. A part of you considers just permanently moving the kit into the kitchen, but that sort of seems like you're just inviting more misfortune. You keep hoping that one day you'll stop having to patch Bakugou up at all, but from the looks of it, that isn't likely. Not even a little bit considering his obvious bloodlust.

"You wanna-" You start, walking back into the kitchen. You're shocked into stillness by the sight of him searching through your cupboards. "Um, what exactly are you doing?"

"Hungry."

"Okay, caveman, I just- you're not seriously trying to cook right now are you?" You near him, hands hovering in the air. You're sure he wouldn't appreciate it, but a large part of you just wants to grab at his shoulders and shove him away from everything. "Stop that- lemme get you fixed up first. Then I can call for something. I'm not gonna let you exert yourself any more than you already have."

Bakugou seems a little perturbed by that, whipping his head around until you can see wild red eyes. You almost sigh; what you wouldn't give for him to just chill out for once.

"I'm not saying you can't cook. You probably could, I don't know." You near a little more, dropping the first aid kit onto the countertop. "I'm saying, you've already done enough today, and you deserve to take it easy. So let me help you by wrapping your hands up. That's all."

Bakugou's in the midst of another internal struggle, before he visibly forgoes it. His shoulder's drop and the tension leaks until he's settling into one of your dining chairs. He sets his hands out on the table, clearing his throat at you until you kick into motion.

At this point, cleaning up his hands is practically a daily chore. You've gone through the motions more than enough times to be adjusted, but even still, his hands still freak you out a little. You'd never seen anyone who radiated so much heat- even just being next to him was like sitting in front of an open flame.

Your fingers are gentle, skidding over his hands with feather-light touches. He seems to slump in his chair, eventually just laying his head on the outstretched arm you weren't actively working on. He watches you closely the entire time though, red eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"Do it again." He says. "Too loose. Do it again."

You're half-way through wrapping his right hand, only a small amount of bandage left. Not only would you have to do the bandage over entirely, but you'd have to unwrap it completely first.

"You always say that," You mutter, exasperation coloring your voice. "What makes it so much better the second time around, huh? I do it the exact same."

"It's just better. Takes longer."

You're not really sure what he means by that, and Bakugou doesn't look all that thrilled that he said the words at all. He jumps in his chair, cheeks gone pink as he digs his face into the skin of his arm. He's hiding.

It strikes you as even but odd, but you shrug off the strangeness all the same. You're getting far too used to his particular brand of bizarre.

"All better now?" You goad, patting the bandage after you've finished re-wrapping. "Everything feel nice and perfect for Prince Bakugou?"

He lifts his head. "You're not funny."

"You always say that too. But it's okay, I know one day you'll finally come around and appreciate me."

He just laughs under his breath, but he smiles too. Grins something tiny and small that he hides in his shoulder.

You start finishing up his other hand, and Bakugou doesn't say anything otherwise. He just sits, resting his head on his arm, and watching you intently. He's all calm and even breathing, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. You'd thought him adrenaline-crazed earlier, but it seemed he was coming off of that high rapidly. You could feel the exhaustion too- almost lulled by your movements just as much as he was.

You start gathering away all of your materials, and he doesn't even move. Just sits in perfect stillness at your table.

"I- I didn't accidentally touch you right? That's not why you're like that?" You ask, smothering a yawn. "Super exhausted, I mean."

He shakes his head. "Nah. Normal tired. Didn't fuck up this time, leech."

You don't have it in you to respond, hardly even rolling your eyes at his remark. His jabs don't hold much bite anymore- you begin to wonder if he's actually getting nicer or if you're just growing a ridiculous tolerance.

You brush off the thought, pushing away from your table and rising from the chair. "You still hungry?"

"Yeah. Wanna sleep first though so don't worry about it."

"Okay; well, I'm definitely going to so-"

"I said don't." He supplies evenly, finally sitting up in his seat. "It's fine. 'm not fuckin' starvin' or anything."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

His insistence sells you, but you're not sure if it's because you actually believe him or because you just want to. Either way, you figure it doesn't matter much in the end, not to the way your limbs are quickly bowing to exhaustion. You feel the fatigue settling in, and you'd like to blame that for your next actions.

"C'mon then, sleep time, I guess." You say.

Then you cross the kitchen, passing behind him, dropping your hand on his shoulder. You hardly let it sit, just running your thumb over his shirt once, twice, and then continuing on your way.

He takes several seconds to finally follow you into the living room. Enough to have you looking back in confusion, unable to understand why he looked so very stunted where he still sat.

"Jesus, you're annoying." He finally grumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

His steps are loud as he crosses the room, stopping just a few inches in front of you. He grabs at your arm, raising your wrist himself and plucking the glove off in one fluid grab. It if wasn't so sudden an action- so ridiculous and fast and borderline violent, you might have even been flustered.

As it was though, he just grabbed your wrist before you could really register it.

Familiar warmth floods your veins. The same burning, slow heat that makes it;s way through each vein and artery. You think maybe your knuckles ache a little bit too, but it's too hard to tell through your quickly increasing sleep fog.

Bakugou lets you go pretty quick, falling back on your couch in almost the same moment.

"Better?" You ask, mirth warming your words. "Had to do it yourself because I was taking too long?"

"No, 'cause you pissed me off."

"Doing what?"

"You know what you're fuckin' doing."

Then he's grabbing the blanket, settling it over himself gracelessly while he flops over. He's face-first into the cushions now, effectively ending the conversation in much the way he typically does- by refusing to engage entirely.

You just roll your eyes a litItle fondly, still not even beginning to understand.

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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I got a baja blast but what about Erik asking u if u want one while he’s at Taco Bell LMFIUHHU

Omg I love that this is part of my blog now 😂😂

*Leave a message!*

Hey babe, I’m at Taco Bell. Do you want a bajaja blast?

Fuck it, I'm getting us Baja Blasts. Did you know that scientists are saying Baja Blasts can reduce your fertility? Not that I'm trying to use Baja Blasts as birth control, that is something that Bordy would do.

Anywas, I cat wait to see you. Be there with your #3 combo and a Bajajaja Blast.

Love you, byeeeeee

p.s take a shot every time I saw Baja Blast! Wait no, alcohol poisoning. Lmao byeee

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UR THEME IS RLY SEXY. anywas wahts your fav scene in the thing? whats a fun fact that u absolutely love abt it? whats ur fav monster / bit of practical effects?

THANK YOU hehe @ilovegusty rethemed it for me :3

FAVORITE SCENE... honestly i looove the ending but i think blood test and/or bennings’ death is my actual favorite because they’re really cool. blood test has a lot of characterization but the filming of windows’ death is kind of silly HOWEVER narratively it’s sooo well-done. it’s such a good transition from one act to another and really does work for setting the tune of the final moments of the film... like after clark and palmer and windows you can SEE the move from “there’s a way we survive” to “we can’t win, but we can make sure it doesn’t win either” it’s so cool. AND BENNINGS’ DEATH is really well-shot and the build to it is sooo. [chef’s kiss]. fuchs tackling windows as they’re running out there just ot make sure he doesn’t touch it and then they all circling him as he goes up in flames... BEAUTIFUL cinematography it makes me crazy bonkers insane.

THERE ARE SOOO MANY FUN FACTS ABOUT THIS MOVIE. currently however what is freshest in my mind because i have it: in the dvd version of this movie, when you play it from the beginning, it plays the clip of clark telling mac, “i don’t know what the hell’s in there, but it’s weird and pissed off, whatever it is,” BEFORE it plays the actual movie which i think is SO funny. kudos to whowever developed this for dvd i love this madly. also i think it’s really funny that they used real dynamite in the scene after palmer-thing breaks through the wall and like. if you watch kurt russell after it’s thrown he almost gets thrown back by the blast

FAVORITE MONSTER. WAH. rob bottin’s sfx work on the film is reallyyy good o nthe whole i guess my favorite is probably spiderhead just because it’s as iconic as it is. i think it’s gross but also funny like. what was the point of that it just started wandering off and then they all looked over and went “what the fuck?”. i think the design for it is really interesting and really sort of highlights the inhumanity of this (norris-thing really is probably the epitome of that for me because it’s someone we knew as human who is twisted into something wholly Not) and it’s well-done :3

#the thing #asks #r4wr #TYYYY FOR THE ASK <3 #[talks about the thing extensiely]

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monkey-network · 5 years

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Change Your Mind

Steven: Connie, have you ever watched Shrek?

Connie: I have actually. Pretty good movie, though the sequel is admittedly better but not by much.

Steven: What do you mean?

Blu D. Minnd, entering: Pink, what the f-

Steven: Hold up, we only have one f bomb this episode.

Blu D. Minnd: Right, sorry. Pink, what the feldspar happened? How dare you soil our family name like that?

Steven: What family?

Blu D. Minnd: I mean... you ca... I don't li... my god. My god, you're right.... this isn't a family. And I haven't been a real parental figure. I don't even know what a parent is. *sigh* You deserve better, Steven, you and your friend here, better than Homeworld.

Steven: Earth did change me in more ways than one.

Blu D. Minnd: I can see that, and as harsh as I may have come across, I did want what was best for you. I wanted you to conquer ruthlessly, but you have different ideas now and... I should respect that. Come. I'll get you two out of here and back to the Pussy Wagon with the others you had.

Steven: Can we stop by HomeMcDonalds first?

Connie: Yeah, we're pretty hungry.

Blu D. Minnd: Well I prefer White Diamond Castle, but sure. Real quick.

Steven & Connie: Best dictator mom ever!

-------------------[LATER]-------->

Blu D. Minnd: Here are your friends, Steven, and the rest of my fries. The salt hurts my figure.

Yellou D. Mond: You could've asked for no salt... Blue. What in the fluorite do you THINK you're doing?

Blu D. Minnd: Steven has the right to choose her path. And if she wants to be a liberal arts student on Earth, then who are we to stop her?

Yellou D. Mond: *chuckles* Blue. Blue. Blue. Liberal arts degrees are for fools who think eating soy makes you better than everyone. Computer Science is where Pink SHOULD be attending. Technology is where Pink should look into.

Blu D. Minnd: Computer Science? Putting stress into typing random fixtures and algorithms just to make a letter move one pixel to the left? That's laughable. I'm sorry, Yellow, Steven and her friend is leaving and is becoming an artist. *charges up*

Yellou D. Mond: I'll possess a human's third leg before I let that happen.

Steven: Can you two stop?! I'm not getting a Liberal arts or Computer Science degree. I'm going for Music Theory.

Yellou D. Mond: That... *charges up* is just as bad.

Narrator: And then a fight breaks out between Yellow and Blue while their Pearls look on with beers in hand. Yellow gains the upper hand, then Steven intervenes...

Yellou D. Mond: What're you doing? Diamonds must show no weakness and abide to such pathetic ideals for the future.

Steven: Says who?

Yellou D. Mond:....................Huh, never thought that far. Okay, I give.

Connie: Really, that fast?

Yellou D. Mond: Yeah, I'm a damn towering giant with electrical powers and a doctorate in Bio-Engineering. I'm powerful enough and breaking down my comrades to get stronger *helps up Blue* is not the logical way to go. Besides I was clearly winning anywa--

Blu D. Minnd: *gut punches Yellow* Oh Yellow, you were always the cocky one.

Yellou D. Mond: And... UHNNGH... you were always the strongest. *the two laugh together* Now it's time for you to head home.... Steven.

-------------[LATER AGAIN]------------------->

White Pearl: You're not going anywhere, darling.

Diamon D. Whit: It's high time you know your place.

Narrator: Suddenly the Yellow and Blue fistships came and fists White's mech right through the center, taking the ship down.

Yellou/Blu: What the hell?

Bismuth: What indeed?

Peridot: Indeed as we came, we saw...

Lapis: And we kicked ass.

Steven: You guys! Now I think it's time we talk to White.

Connie: But Steven, we have to protect the Crystal Gems.

Steven: Don't worry, I think I finally know how to wake 'em up. Amethyst, if you're listening. *inhales* SWEEEET CAROLINE! BUM BUM BUUUUM *fuses*

Smokey Quartz: Good tiiimes never seem so good! DA DA Daaa DA *unfuses*

Steven: IIIII've been inclined BUM BUM BUUUM *fuses*

Rainbow Quartz the 2nd: To Belieeeeve they never would but now I

Steven: Oooone, touching ooone... Reaching oooout, touching me, touching yooooooou *fuses*

Sunstone: SWEEEET CAROLIIINE! BUM BUM BUUUUUM! *hugs Pearl and Amethyst* Good times neeeever seem so good!

Sunstone, Pearl, Amethyst: IIII'd be inclined! *fuses together*

Obsidian: To Believe They NEVER COOOULD! *jumps to White's mech*

Yellou D. Mond: What even happened?

Blu D. Minnd: I suppose this is studying music theory?

Yellou D. Mond: I like it... Let's go.

*The two vault to White's mech*

--------------[ONE MORE LATER]------------------>

Steven: White Diamond! We demand audience.

Diamon D. Whit: Tch, fuck you. *Blasts everyone except Steven and Connie* Do you not fathom how I got to where I am now? I was built from the stars, goddammit. I came from nothing and I practically built everything you see here... from SCRATCH! I made Yellow and Blue from my faults. I basically built your "friends" from my damn sweat. You ain't shit, Pink. *Grabs Steven* This game has gone on far enough. *Pulls out his gem*

Narrator: Steven's body falls and Connie catches him in time. His gem reforms to become Pink Steven and once it reaches the ground, it head towards human Steven.

Diamon D. Whit: What the? Pink, what is this? Look at me when I'm talking to you.

Pink Steven: Bitch.

Diamon D. Whit: E-excuse me?!

Pink Steven: I said.... BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!

Narrator: The room echoes and quakes heavily, everyone stumbles.

Steven: Please, get me to him.

Narrator: Connie carries Steven to Pink Steven. White was too stunned in fear to do anything. The two Stevens embrace each other.

Steven: You know what?

Pink Steven: What?

Steven: I think this'll count as selfcest.

Pink Steven: Heh. Heheheheheheheheh HA HA HA HA HA You're right. *laughs heartily*

Steven: *laughs along, slowly fuses back into one* Hahahahahaa... *feels his stomach* You're right.

Connie: STEVEN! *hugs* Are you... you?

Steven: That's the beautiful thing, Connie, I've always been me.

Diamon D. Whit: Impossible. How does this work? What sense does this make?

Steven/Connie: Who cares?

Diamon D. Whit: But uh... It should.... it just..... you know what, fuck this! *stabs the kids with her nails*

My Friends: Dude. Come on.

Narrator: Okay. Okay. Just wanted to add that.

And so, White backed down and understood Steven's logic. She and the Diamonds agree to cure the corrupted gems. Amethyst and Jasper reconcile. Lapis learns the power of reefer. Sadie and Padparadscha make out. Marty died in a car crash. White begins to drink after her entire worldview got crushed. Blue and Yellow give Steven funding for his college tuition before the three leave Earth. And the Crystal Gems finally got to live peacefully for once in their lives.... until Steven Universe 2.

#steven universe #su #change your mind #the battle of heart and mind #diamond days #su spoilers #white diamond #yellow diamond #blue diamond #Totally legit recap #su critical #cartoons

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