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Casey & Janis Pt.3

Janis: [just getting back, making the smallest of talk with Bobby if he’s about and then going to our bedroom like goodnight bye]

Casey: [meanwhile you know he’s not even coming in, he’s waiting long enough to see her go through the door and however long to justify to himself and his trust and abandonment issues that she’s not coming straight back out and leaving again and he’s driving off to do god knows what with god knows who]

Janis: [such fun fun times, we’ll just try not to kms]

Casey: [tempted to have you end up at Ian’s after whatever the hell you’ve done re getting off your face and fucking whoever because it do be where you go when you literally feel like there’s nowhere else and you could fight him always so]

Janis: [that makes sense, oh lord, can message you even if he do not reply just to set that vibe]

Casey: [I was thinking that maybe it’s so late when he gets there after all his bebopping etc and he’s so drunk/high/both they won’t even let him in, but he do be creating so Ian will come out if we wanna bring that brawl energy to it for the patching up of it all, cos I’m also thinking unlike the Archie moment, this time he should call her]

Janis: [awkward moment when this really isn’t all that long before, too much ‘parenting’ for Ian thank you; but yes, we can do that]

Casey: [the way he drove an hour to Ian’s in that state, please take the keys off him at least so I can use that as my excuse to call, so yeah it’s god knows what o clock truly and he’s just ringing and ringing til she wakes up and answers ‘get him up’ before she even has chance to say anything, bold of you to assume he isn’t now you’ve blown this phone up but okay]

Janis: [‘obviously not’ thank God we’re a light/shit sleeper so we’re not like hello who’s this ‘what do you need?’]

Casey: [‘obviously fucking do it, I’d not be telling you to for a pisstake’ cos true, never been that bitch]

Janis: [‘so tell me what you need and I’ll decide if we’re waking him up or not, not the only option’]

Casey: [‘he picks me up or the garda do and if we’re waiting for them I might as well give more of a show than I have done’ the tone like ugh the garda again, cos that literally just happened lol, just threatening to what, kill your father, tear his house down bit by bit, would love to know]

Janis: [just so quiet you might think the line is dead for a sec or she’s gone but then doing the biggest sigh ‘where are you then’]

Casey: [‘dad’s’ in a tone like duh you should just know, obviously I’m here ‘where else, but he’s took the keys off us somehow’ lowkey genuinely surprised that Ian was able in our voice there, it very much does betray the state of you tbh]

Janis: [‘I’m done making educated guesses even’ but our tone shows we aren’t actually surprised, just disappointed of course ‘think he’d be proud you’re in a worse state than him, really’ like that’s his speed when he’s not just being abusive ‘you had a fight then, yeah?’ phrasing it as a question to stick with our no guessing but obviously, we know]

Casey: [‘sounded like such a mum then’ and he sounds like such a sad child when he says it that I’m upset ‘he started it, not letting me in’ again just a tiny child but an angry one there ‘bit one sided to call a fight though’ cos you know even in this state he’s doing more damage to Ian than he is to him and he blatantly can’t feel any injuries he does have rn so they don’t exist]

Janis: [‘she actually is, to actual kids, like’ like of course they didn’t let you in boy, you mess but we feel guilty so it doesn’t sound as angry as all that ‘he’s old, you’re young, stupid and full of chemicals’ just clearly moving around in the background, pacing or whatever ‘right, I’ll wake him up then, stay put’]

Casey: [‘he’s my actual dad’ bit petty to these children and teen girls but true ‘meant to bloody be’ just the vague sounds of him trying again to get in this gaff/damage it as a fuck you, boy stop it ‘you can say fit, before you do, if you like’ cos when she said young that’s where my head went so say it and Jimothy’ll never know energy ‘I know you reckon I am’]

Janis: [‘whiskey tastes better than blood, or however the saying goes’ like I know soothing vibes but YOU know he’s shit too; the sound of our hair ‘cos we’re shaking our head, amused ‘you don’t sound that fit, stop huffing and puffing it’s like working babestation’ ‘cos we know what you’re doing over there obviously ‘I know you reckon you are, Case’]

Casey: [a lol for the babestation comment cos it’s funny ‘you’d be good at that’ is that a compliment or shade or both, sir, the sounds of him nearly dropping his phone or something probably ‘and it’s the one thing I ain’t wrong about, you could fucking let me have it, babe’ babe for babestation lol, cos he’s wrong about Ian and you and everything do be how he feels tonight]

Janis: [‘keep it in mind but you have to call the proper number’ like not doing this for free, obviously ‘oi, clumsy, didn’t say you weren’t’ calm down vibes but truly in the non-antagonising way for once ‘your hands fucked or what?’ like why you being so clumsy, keeping it conversational]

Casey: [‘mates rates?’ cos just asking if you’re still mates really even though we, the gals writing this, know the answer ‘I dunno, mate’ mate again cos that’s where his head is and genuinely he does not know if his hands are fucked or not rn, it’s a shambles ‘or what is right’ cos what is going on, cannot tell you, cannot feel none of this]

Janis: [‘I suppose so, mate’ like as it’s you ‘you reckon you can do me a favour too?’]

Casey: [‘yeah’ cos literally always would and will ‘go on’]

Janis: [‘thanks’ and a noise like oh good ‘let Jimmy check you over when he gets there, will you?’ Just biting the inside of our cheek ‘best behaviour, yeah’]

Casey: [‘what would I let him touch me for?’ with such ew fuck no thank you I don’t wanna do that sulky energy ‘even if it is one of your fantasies, like, I’m alright for it’ cos bants forever even now ‘I’ll not tell him what happened, what you done, how’s that?’ like there’s your favour instead, genuinely]

Janis: [sigh but make it sound more bants than it was ‘alright, spoilsport, long as you’re nice, guess that’s okay’ because we can deal with any injuries when you’re back, unless they are life-threatening, which they are not so it’s fine lol]

Casey: [‘too nice, me, weren’t it?’]

Janis: [‘oh, your memory got knocked back in, has it? audible smirk ‘how nice for you’]

Casey: [‘nowt wrong with my memory, how many times you need telling?’ and just telling her over and over til she cuts him off with whatever she says next like a nerd]

Janis: [laughing like alright alright ‘okay that was your parrot what other impressions can you do?’]

Casey: [do one of Ian and his missus from a bit ago obvs, and do a shady one of Jimothy as if he’s on his way, bit rude as he is coming to get you but]

Janis: [‘you asked for him, boy’ like take what you’re given, sir but we did have a lol at the rest]

Casey: [‘are you coming?’ cos the way he sincerely wants that in this moment despite everything else that has happened]

Janis: [‘I’ll be waiting at home’ ‘cos probably already given Jimmy his orders and we didn’t think you wanted us/really wouldn’t be the best idea ‘someone’s gotta patch you up if you won’t gay on your brother’ like need to be here to set up my nursing station, obvs]

Casey: [‘hour away’ so sadly like he might cry but obvs is not gonna cos not that bitch]

Janis: [‘we can talk’]

Casey: [‘I never thought you’d answer’ did not believe she’d pick up this phone when she saw it was us, regardless of the o clock which we’re not even thinking about]

Janis: [‘Of course I did’ pause ‘did you not want me to?’]

Casey: [‘I’d have rung his to go to voicemail’ cos true Jimothy ain’t waking up, he clearly wanted to speak to you and you only]

Janis: [‘Fair’ like that makes sense ‘you know I’m sorry, don’t you’ ‘cos if we can’t say it when you’re wasted, when can we]

Casey: [‘I’m sorry, I’m the dickhead, always’ because it’s giving Jimothy vibes aka Ian fucking with your head and making you feel like nothing vibesm]

Janis: [‘Nah, you’re not’ with no hesitation or doubt like nope, not true ‘but I’ll take your sorry if you take mine, right’]

Casey: [‘okay’ cos it’s important, the soft sad tones are out]

Janis: [‘I’m sorry about Ian and about fucking your head and everything else’ with our own sad voice ‘cos we can hear yours]

Casey: [‘fuck it, how are you, how’s my real bestie?’ cos if he doesn’t try and lighten the mood he will simply die and baby Jac love 5eva]

Janis: [just a proper oh you laugh because alright, let’s just have a chat then ‘she’s asleep, still much better behaved than you are’ ‘cos they do chill when they’re asleep which is so strange lol you have to keep an eye on their standard movement vibe so you don’t freak yourself out like she dead]

Casey: [‘be nice, that’ to go to sleep, yes, but to go to sleep with you right now, yes x 100000 obvs, is what he’s really saying]

Janis: [‘when you’re here’ so we can check you aren’t concussed but we can make it sound nice too, don’t judge us]

Casey: [‘you’re gonna stay with me?’ almost a whisper like dare I imagine that’s what you just said and what you mean]

Janis: [‘yep’ again, unspoken, no choking on your own vomit too ‘can find out the sleeping bag’]

Casey: [‘no need, I heard you, best behaviour’]

Janis: [‘not worried about you, mate’]

Casey: [‘that there’s a massive lie’ cos yeah you are, always worrying]

Janis: [‘alright, not like that, then’ like how’s that for honesty]

Casey: [‘no shit, I’d never do owt to you that you didn’t really want me to’ emphasis on really cos you didn’t want it enough earlier gal ‘been through all that bollocks in the car a bit ago’]

Janis: [‘is that how you feel? Like I did that to you?’ ‘cos fully how it sounded to us we’re like oh God]

Casey: [‘what are you on about?’ because no we can’t fathom what you’re talking about when it’s that obvious to us and from our POV obvious to everyone else as well how we feel cos ain’t never been subtle]

Janis: [‘it sounded like you went through some trauma in the car, how you said it’ but we’re already breathing a sigh of relief like okay, that wasn’t what he was saying, clearly]

Casey: [‘only the usual’ by which we mean being cockblocked by you and you not wanting us as has been the vibe for the last decade lol as well as dying from the TENSION extra hard on that day specifically]

Janis: [‘are you gonna tell me I’m a criminal or not?’ like I can’t deal with this vagueness rn]

Casey: [‘piss off, didn’t even steal no cake with me’]

Janis: [‘you wouldn’t go get my cake’ like that’s the biggest tragedy of this day]

Casey: [‘you wouldn’t look at me’ cos to him that is]

Janis: [‘I was just embarrassed’ the just is an understatement but literal not you it was me]

Casey: [‘for what? I loved it’ cos he can just blurt that out in this state]

Janis: [love a drunk convo baby, just so relieved and frankly buzzing ‘I wanted to do more, but it’s alright’]

Casey: [‘then you should’ve, can do when I get back’ because the same drunken honesty and no fucks, bless you sir but the state of you, no that won’t be happening]

Janis: [‘no, I have to look after you first’ as if that’s the only reason, no need to be a killjoy when he is going to remember none of this anyway]

Casey: [‘I’m alright, you’ll see, and when you have I’ll be able to look after you’ in a saucy sense obviously, as if that wasn’t blatant]

Janis: [‘I wish’]

Casey: [‘I will, Oi, call me back I’ll show you’ like please facetime me so you can see I’m not injured and dtf even though he is at least a little bit but okay boy]

Janis: [‘as you have to behave when your brother gets there…’ like go on then and do ring him back facetime vibes]

Casey: [just a really close up of his face immediately like look and then as immediately showing her your whole face and body panning down but it’s so quick and blurry and out of focus cos the state of you so not actually helpful]

Janis: [‘Oi, slow down’ but very soft like let me see you as if we’re being saucy ‘cos we need to do our nurse duties]

Casey: [‘that’s how you want it, yeah? Hang on, I’ll be SO slow, promise you’ a nice bit of foreshadowing to when you first hook up and he is, being slow af as possible, so even though it’s probably still a bit out of focus and the lighting is terrible cos outside at god knows what time, you’ll at least be able to see he’s not really badly hurt]

Janis: [can smile properly and you can think it’s all your work, boy and not at least half relief ‘that’s better’]

Casey: [‘it is’ cos we can see you when we’re not bebopping this phone around and it does make him feel better ‘bit rude of you to be looking like that but I’m not fuming’]

Janis: [‘me neither now’ and making a point to make eye contact like see, I’m looking at you loads now too ‘you’re a bit blurry though’ like you do be trashed hun]

Casey: [‘oh what?’ and an adorable ffs scowl like it’s the phone’s fault, pressing things and probably doing all sorts accidentally here lol]

Janis: [just giggling ‘put that filter back on’ ‘cos you’re a cute mess even if you are a mess, soz]

Casey: [do because always doing what we’re told even when we are a mess ‘this one?’ and pissing about ‘or did you mean?’]

Janis: [‘perfect’ when you look the most ridiculous of course]

Casey: [‘you’re perfect’ you’re jeans cos he’s wasted and I can]

Janis: [‘it was definitely too nice’ like I have remembered now ‘cos blushing]

Casey: [‘us touching like that was’ cos as always too into it despite the fact you barely did anything]

Janis: [nodding ‘very’ because we all were and it was]

Casey: [just a sound that he could not make at the time, cos we’re thinking about it]

Janis: [‘baby’ v quiet but we wanna]

Casey: [‘you came back for me’ cos it means so much to us even if it was only from Ali’s]

Janis: [‘I could tell you needed me, no bullshit’]

Casey: [‘I always do need you’ like no bullshit there either thank you]

Janis: [‘that’s why I miss you’]

Casey: [‘it hurts how much’ both how much we need and miss you and it hurts in a physical, emotional and literally saucy way so]

Janis: [‘yeah’ ‘cos confirmed, at least you are both in that together]

Casey: [when you can feel that but not getting hit by your father, her power, her influence]

Janis: [‘least you get to fuck some of it away’ not trying to be sarky like good for you but genuine ‘cos we are not and it is a problem lol]

Casey: [‘give me the hour’ like I literally volunteer to do it ASAP as soon as I return ‘then’]

Janis: [‘you’re cute, you’re forgetting where we live though’ like shh, not gonna happen I’m already gutted]

Casey: [‘I’ll be quiet’ no you would not ‘and keep you it an’ all’ slightly more believable but]

Janis: [shhing you now like have a go then]

Casey: [doing the zip/padlock his lips thing and nearly dropping his phone again]

Janis: [‘you’re so sleepy’ like that is all this current state is ‘but we will’]

Casey: [just signing something to the effect of no I’m not cos still being quiet]

Janis: [sign ‘you will be’]

Casey: [signing that whatever club drug you took has already worn off because they never last long so legit like and I’m still not sleepy thank you, love to know how you’re doing that drug slang]

Janis: [‘bit rude of you to when you know I LOVE drugs’ can’t even get drunk or high either, lol, so much fun for you hen]

Casey: [‘we weren’t mates or I’d have shared’ spoken this time, soz baby Jac that we are forgetting about you for a sec here]

Janis: [‘next time?’ like we gonna be mates then]

Casey: [‘okay, you can come out with me’ like of course I’ll take you clubbing and share my drugs with you tomorrow or whenever lol]

Janis: [‘you’re a pretty good friend, you know’]

Casey: [I’ll make you feel too good, even if they don’t, what else are mates for?’]

Janis: [‘sounds like bestie behaviour, I won’t tell’ like baby Jac won’t find out from me]

Casey: [when you are reminded she exists and do such dramatic oh shit type behaviour you do drop your phone actually but catch it before it hits the ground in one of those fluke wasted type of moves putting his face right up to this phone like he’s got said face to the bump kind of energy ‘I’m sorry, baby, I’ll not do it’ calling her baby cos she’s a literal baby haha]

Janis: [tut like typical but we’re smiling ‘right cockblock, her’]

Casey: [‘meant I could touch you’ cos she’s really not actually ‘don’t be letting me forget she exists, dickhead’]

Janis: [making a noise like oh yeah, don’t let me forget that then]

Casey: [‘somewhere I’m allowed to put my hand whenever and wherever and no dickhead is bothered’ like thanks for that truly bub]

Janis: [‘it felt-’ ‘more’ like considering what y’all were actually doing]

Casey: [‘I know’ cos it did and I doubt that’s the first time y’all have had to make the most out of fuck all touch or the tiniest moment in this decade but this was really something else today, just making another sound thinking about it nbd]

Janis: [clearly not and it remains a thing which implies it had to be before tbh, just making noise in reaction to yours ‘I really, really wish I didn’t get up, we stayed doing that’]

Casey: [‘where do you wanna touch me?’ like sis I’ll do it for you now, does not care he’s in this garden waiting on Jimothy and god knows where Ian is]

Janis: [big think like how do I decide when EVERYWHERE also we shouldn’t push this because we’re sober but we’re also very frustrated so hard to remember that fully ‘your face, you said you wanted me to’]

Casey: [doing it while looking at her like ? cos is this good or do you want me to do it different/somewhere different on my face]

Janis: [‘you are fit, you can have it’ just heart eyes at your cute face rn ‘try like this’ and just bringing all the attention to your lips, model experience come through]

Casey: [‘you’re so fucking fit’ you’re so fucking jeans, but soz she is, and there’s no way drawing all that attention to her own lips hasn’t utterly derailed him from even trying to do it for a sec and just LOOKING at her so hard]

Janis: [‘the way you look at me’ we’re not fine, we’re not okay at all ‘your eyes are like’ shaking our head like can’t explain]

Casey: [‘I have to keep it all in my head for when you’re not about to be looked at, and for when nobody else is’ like just admitting on main what we do in our alone time and also that we literally use other girls while we’re thinking about you nbd

Janis: [‘I haven’t thought about anyone else since, I told you my head was full of you too, I meant it’ we mean since this pregnancy but don’t need to fully out that right now sis ‘thinking about you, thinking about me’ hiding our face in our hair]

Casey: [‘come here’ as if we can make her through the screen cos we want you back and we wanna be able to touch and move that hair so badly ourself rn it’s actually frustrating]

Janis: [‘okay’ and moving super close to the phone like a nerd, at least you can hear how we’re breathing now]

Casey: [just listening to it and not saying anything so we can fully hear it for a bit until we literally have to say ‘fuck’ with all the feeling because it’s just getting to us that much, only that and nothing else, she’s literally only breathing but]

Janis: [‘you should be sober’ just wanna take this so much further not at all casually]

Casey: [‘I am’ he’s not but that’s how it would feel because so turned on rn that’s his entire focus and all there is, like when going outside in the cold gives you that sobering up feeling but more intense obvs]

Janis: [‘you should remember this, or it’s well selfish of me’]

Casey: [‘how could I not?’ cos again how it feels rn but you’re not going to, boy, you’ll remember ringing her maybe but no deets]

Janis: [‘I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll make myself cum thinking about you right now but you can’t see, not yet’ just like how is that ‘cos clearly going to happen whether we informed you or otherwise]

Casey: [the most adorably pouty face at first cos CLEARLY we wanna see that and we wanna see it now but then we’re just thinking about how hot this will still be and how it’s more than anything else we’ve had to remember, still thinking he’s going to, soz boy, like if you do remember anything about how she sounds when she cums you will think you just fantasised and or dreamt about it yet again, can literally see the cogs turning in his head, finally ‘you’ve got one, but what’s my part of the deal?’ Like what do you want me to do gurl]

Janis: [just watching you so seriously like is this gonna happen, was that too much, ahh so we’re obviously buzzing like thank God you didn’t shoot me down again lmao ‘don’t you wanna cum too, ‘fore you get in a car for an hour?’]

Casey: [‘do you wanna watch me?’ because drunk so we’re not bothered about making deals that are fair at all]

Janis: [our face betraying us because obviously but ‘no facetime’ because must not]

Casey: [‘pictures?’ again are not bothered that you’re doing more here]

Janis: [‘just let me hear you, I have loads of times’ because true and hence we’ve rationalised this is okay lol]

Casey: [just a noise like ugh okay FINE but not actually annoyed hence we’re like ‘hear that?’ in a bants way]

Janis: [‘you can be mad’ keeping the bants going here]

Casey: [‘I can’t, I’m too-’ no need to finish that sentence, we all know exactly how you feel rn boy]

Janis: [‘we can make each other feel better’]

Casey: [the quietest but hottest ‘please’ ever cos you both need this to a ridiculous level]

Janis: [the noise sis ‘say it again’]

Casey: [do, even more indecently than you did the first time]

Janis: [‘I can still feel where your hands were on my stomach, whilst mine are-’]

Casey: [the NOISE though]

Janis: [‘if I did this in the car, would you’ve stopped me? You knew I needed it’]

Casey: [‘only so I could start, you need me’ like no no I’d have touched you in this scenario let’s not get it twisted]

Janis: [‘move your hands down just a little then, no one will notice’]

Casey: [‘they can if they want, long as they don’t get mardy we ain’t noticing them back’]

Janis: [‘I can only think of how you stroked my belly’]

Casey: [‘I can’t stop thinking about it either, haven’t been able to no matter what else were going on’]

Janis: [‘I’m glad you stayed with me, still in the car’]

Casey: [‘I stayed for [however long he did] still in there outside the house, I’m glad you never came back out’]

Janis: [a pouty noise ‘I’ll try to be glad but-’]

Casey: [‘I’m only chuffed that I can trust you’ cos obvs would have loved it if you came back out for saucy reasons too ngl]

Janis: [‘I promise I’m not going nowhere’]

Casey: [‘I’ll not leave you either’ cos we do mean it in this moment even though you clearly are gonna move out cos we’ve said that’s a thing that happens pre-Archie so]

Janis: [in this moment it matters not, we’re giving you the reaction you deserve ‘I need you so fucking bad’]

Casey: [‘I can fucking hear how much you mean it’ cos we can and you’ll be able to hear what that’s doing with how his voice sounds]

Janis: [going harder ‘you make me this wet every fucking day, you should taste it’]

Casey: [‘tell me I can clean you up too’ cos patching us up with the blood etc when we get back]

Janis: [‘I’ve never felt your tongue’ as if that’s something that should’ve happened by now]

Casey: [‘it’s never felt you’ and you can hear how hard he has to keep swallowing all the spit in his mouth rn thinking about it so]

Janis: [‘I would kill to kiss you right now’ because it’s too hot ‘we can swap, get messy’]

Casey: [just the most indecent wettest mouth noises of his own cos had to just be giving that energy as best we can like yeah 100% agree]

Janis: [‘do I want your tongue in my throat or my pussy first’ a question because we’re not capable of deciding with how we’re feeling now]

Casey: [‘I wish I could do both at the same time’ cos same truly ‘everything all at once’]

Janis: [‘we could’ve 69’d so perfectly in that car seat’ like that would be close]

Casey: [‘if it were you on your way here, we would’ cos he can literally see this car from where he is probably]

Janis: [such frustrated noises ‘Casey’ like how dare you in the best possible way]

Casey: [just saying her name back in response but then he likes being able to so much he can’t stop saying it til he’s just moaning it]

Janis: [just losing it because wanted to hear that forever casually ‘make me cum just by saying my name’]

Casey: [he does keep saying her name ofc but also sneaking in a ‘I should’ve cum all over your stomach’ like you were gonna just do that in the car nbd, we’re being feral]

Janis: [‘you would’ve’ like we were not far away we all know it ‘didn’t even have to take our clothes off, I could feel you pressing into me’]

Casey: [‘you’d like it, wouldn’t you?’ cos sis we’re too drunk to act like we don’t know Jimothy is clearly not bothered about you like that, soz not soz, a sound remembering that feeling of pressing into her because it really was that good ‘I’m trying to make it feel the same now’ cos clearly can’t be taking your clothes off rn so might as well use that to your advantage]

Janis: [‘so much’ in the weakest voice so we’re saying it again louder, hoarse ‘so fucking much, Casey’ just fucking ourself putting this phone down there so you can hear everything whilst we do ‘my top is off, you can do it’]

Casey: [‘cum for me first’ as if you’re so shy and you need the encouragement to get your own tits out, sir, we all think not ‘you can do it’ cos can literally hear how close that is to happening and you get to do it more than once without waiting gal so why wouldn’t you]

Janis: [‘oh fuck’ just being the most feral ‘are you proud of me?’]

Casey: [giving the same energy with his ‘so proud’ as she did with her so much without even trying cos you’re just feeling the same way about all of this ‘don’t stop, okay, I need you not to’ like you have also got cum again the same time as me, those are the rules, sorry]

Janis: [‘for you’ over and over hitting a crescendo when we cum the first time, whimpering after as we keep on touching ourselves ‘please, baby’]

Casey: [‘you know I fucking love you, don’t you?’ cos it’s true and we simply need you to be aware and have it spelled out as extra as he is in this feral moment]

Janis: [‘I love you’ ‘cos no chance we aren’t just blurting that out too]

Casey: [the effect it would have and always has on him, good lord, sorry to Ian’s neighbours, such a complete and utter loss of control that other people would be embarrassed about but not y’all]

Janis: [just laying here recovering, can only hear each other breathing]

Casey: [‘I think I’m gonna fall over’ and lowkey almost do because that was so much and he’s not alright on any level]

Janis: [‘stay still’ with all the feeling and our own exhaustion/headfuckery]

Casey: [‘maybe my hand is fucked’ as if that’s the reason you can’t stay upright lol cos drunk logic be like]

Janis: [‘mine is cramped’ panting still ‘we did that’]

Casey: [‘it’s my fault, I’ll sort it’ like we shall kiss that hand better for you ASAP cos we did make you keep going for us, do not worry]

Janis: [‘you can fuck me up like that any time’ like I am far from gutted about it, don’t you worry ‘are you really okay?’ ‘cos do be concerned of course, just in case it isn’t how intense that was]

Casey: [‘depends, you gonna get mardy with me if I throw up? ‘cause I might’ we’re aware it could be taken the wrong way and we’re not trying to say it’s a guilt or regret vomit]

Janis: [‘no’ lol a little ‘probably a good idea, aim it in her flower beds or whatever, like’]

Casey: [do actually because usually when you think you’re gonna be sick like that it’s pretty immediate]

Janis: [‘better?’ when you reckon he sounds like he’s done over there]

Casey: [‘really hurt, that’ like respect to you actually babe, soz if I ever even remotely took the piss out of you]

Janis: [just on the low like more than usual though like did Ian strangle you or something but can’t bring ourselves to ask right now so just doing a verbal shrug ‘you get used to it’ as if you’re ever likely to be puking every day for 12 weeks]

Casey: [realistically your stomach/ribs/chest either/or probably hurts thanks to him cos many of the injuries I’ve given Jimothy in that era attest to the fact Ian is the kind of bitch who likes to put the boot in when someone’s on the floor, but you don’t know that yet and you aren’t gonna have any bruises coming up for a minute so ‘Dunno why you’d wanna’ cos still can’t get our head round anyone wanting to be preggo and have kids rn despite our blatant new kink about it]

Janis: [we all remember the days, ugh; not this finally making us think about our husband ‘you’ve got no clue, still?’ Like wow rude as if you’re just such a great lay and shit just happened here, bants bants bants]

Casey: [‘alright, maybe I do a bit’ cos the kink do be undeniable soz]

Janis: [noise like there you go then ‘well done for saying you wanted to cum on my stomach, not in it’ like it won’t happen to you, no need to worry]

Casey: [‘shut up’ but more affectionate and playful than just writing that ever sounds lol]

Janis: [likewise can hear the smile in our voice when we eventually stop shutting up ‘probably shouldn’t speak to you in the car’]

Casey: Speak to me like this instead

Janis: Sure?

Casey: unless you don’t fancy it, like

Janis: I won’t be with him, easier for me, all I was thinking

Casey: you’ve been told about leaving your homo incest fantasies out of it

Janis: 🙄 sigh 😏

Casey: but if you’re knackered, I get it, I did do that to you

Janis: how was that

Janis: how did you

Casey: you’ve heard me before, you know

Janis: and I had nothing to do with it, did I not

Casey: I never said that, I said I’ve had loads of practice

Casey: I’m good, it’s a skill same as anything else

Janis: like everything else in life I’m just naturally gifted then

Casey: yeah, you are

Casey: though you did used to get your own fair bit of practice in, I heard

Janis: can’t talk about that

Casey: it’s alright, not keen to talk about him myself, gonna be a right dickhead about me being here

Janis: you can sit there and take it

Janis: you’ve already had it out with Ian

Casey: I’m not gonna start shit, I never do far as he’s concerned

Janis: I know

Janis: or we won’t be able to be mates

Casey: I can’t talk about that, if you’re having one

Janis: bit different though

Janis: but okay

Casey: I’d not hack us not being mates, not again

Janis: yeah, you better be my mate after that, dickhead

Janis: thought you was saying nah

Casey: I love you after that, dickhead

Janis: good

Janis: we can be best mates again

Casey: means you’ve still gotta kiss me, taste of sick or nah

Janis: yeah

Janis: he might wanna talk to me about your behaviour first, you know

Casey: wanna talk, him

Casey: nah, don’t sound right, mate

Janis: 😏 we’ll see then

Casey: I’ll not fake sleep the hour away, if he’s got sod all to get off his chest about his fave fucking subject he can say it direct to me, there’s another favour done for you

Janis: might not be fake 😴

Casey: oi

Janis: only teasing, you’re not allowed to sleep anyway

Janis: have to keep talking to you, won’t I

Casey: *wanna keep on

Casey: don’t you

Janis: you know I do

Janis: we like talking

Casey: I’ve missed it

Janis: me too, it makes me feel better

Casey: I feel better hearing that off you

Casey: it does my head in you feeling shit

Janis: backatcha, boy

Janis: especially when it’s my fault

Casey: I got you a cake, fuck’s sake, I forgot

Casey: not from [the place] but I promise it were still well good

Casey: where’s it gone to

Janis: you can tell me if you’ve eaten it all, I won’t get too pissy

Janis: as you’re cute enough to get away with it

Casey: bit rude to chuck them sort of accusations about when you’ve saw my sick and know I never

Casey: oh nah, hang on, you only heard, didn’t wanna watch

Janis: I did too wanna watch

Janis: not you vomming, though, probably alright for that bit

Casey: you can trust it wasn’t [whatever colour is her fave and thus was the colour vibe of this cake because we love you]

Janis: you were thinking about me even though you were really really mad at me

Janis: still being nice

Casey: There’s a chance I might’ve chucked it at you, I dunno

Janis: okay 🤡 energy

Janis: rude but fair, tbh

Casey: and you’d have more of a laugh eating it, could even get him bothered about you for a bit, maybe

Janis: you reckon, yeah

Casey: awkward that you still don’t reckon but you’d know, like

Janis: talking about him, as you were

Casey: alright

Janis: how’d you know

Casey: didn’t, thought he might’ve just gone mute then an’ all

Casey: before

Casey: after, I’ve worked out how impossible that’d be

Janis: true, we’ve all found out the house ain’t that big…

Janis: made sure of that

Casey: you’re welcome now I do know, never realised at the time just how much I’d be doing for you, mate

Janis: oh yeah, massive inconvenience for you

Casey: I’m glad it were a massive favour to you

Janis: don’t embarrass me, like

Casey: I know it don’t, that ain’t how you feel about it at all

Janis: how do I feel then

Casey: how you did for loads of the time we were in the car

Casey: and when you called me back

Janis: right now I don’t mind you knowing

Casey: how don’t he, mind or have no clue, what I’m doing on the other side the wall making you wet as that

Janis: I shouldn’t be anything but pissed off too

Casey: you are too

Janis: obviously

Janis: you’re very frustrating

Casey: not tonight

Janis: you’re gonna pass out when you get back

Janis: but you need to, it’s all good

Casey: piss off, I am not

Janis: alright, babe

Casey: leave it out, what I’m gonna do is keep making you cum til it’s you passing out

Janis: I told you, it wouldn’t be fair to you

Janis: if it happens, I want you to remember it all, very, very clearly, yeah

Casey: it ain’t fair to say I won’t, bighead

Janis: you dunno how drunk you are

Casey: nor do you, it were me what did it to myself

Casey: should give me more of an idea than you

Janis: once you got past 10, you were fucked

Janis: don’t be mad, there’s time

Casey: not gonna talk to you no more, see how mad you are

Janis: come on, I know you, I know you wouldn’t have gone to Ian’s unless you were in a really bad way and didn’t know where else to go

Casey: ages ago, I’m sorted since

Janis: I’m glad you feel a bit better

Casey: it’s all wearing off, I’ll be in a top state when I get back

Janis: alright

Janis: just let me double-check then, you won’t mind if it’s me

Casey: As it’s you, and you like that, an’ all

Janis: I’ve gotta take care of you

Casey: you can do your little nurse thing

Janis: very generous

Casey: just the best mate I am

Janis: did I tell you I missed you

Casey: tell me again

Janis: I missed you

Janis: getting to see you, even if we were just making awkward small talk and that was it

Casey: I were expecting it, to come down to the kitchen and you’d be there or on the sofa when I were off out for work, some bollocks

Janis: I should’ve not pussied out and just told you

Janis: I didn’t wanna say I was going and hear you say you didn’t care though

Casey: least it’s not been years

Casey: there’s already a Debbie everywhere I fucking look, have to get her to budge up for you

Janis: be a bit rude of me to make her

Janis: I’ll stick around

Casey: ruder of her, better be a really long, top quality postcard, time it’s taken

Janis: yeah

Janis: do you think she’s still about

Casey: don’t trust the people saying otherwise but that don’t mean they’re wrong

Janis: it’ll never not be a headfuck

Janis: you’ve coped better than you think

Casey: you’re the only dickhead believes that

Janis: it’s true though

Janis: plenty would’ve topped themselves or gone proper off the rails full time

Casey: she’d have let me in, however many other new kids she had, she would

Janis: ‘course, you were her favourite, I remember

Casey: I used to have a go at patching her up, how you wanna do

Janis: you must’ve felt weird, having to look after them instead of the other way ‘round

Casey: I didn’t mind, it was alright when it was only me and her

Janis: you could calm her down

Casey: once we had a bonfire of all Ian’s shit, dunno if I’d ever seen her happy as that

Janis: on the one hand nice on the other kinda fucked

Casey: sums her up

Casey: I dunno how to explain it, he wanted us to be small, but she’d let me be big, older than I were, as fuming as I fancied

Janis: that makes sense

Janis: I know I’d like that more too

Casey: if she hit you, you hit her back, and that was that, done, sorted out

Casey: he could never leave it and let it be that simple

Janis: he still can’t

Casey: could be having a laugh with her the next minute, when does he laugh, he don’t

Janis: his life’s a state and it’s everyone’s problem

Janis: he could’ve chatted to you, at least

Casey: I’d make drinks for her, bollocks ones, weird, with a bit of everything, like a game

Casey: and the one time I tried it with him I couldn’t lift nowt for ages

Casey: sums him up

Janis: I’m sorry

Janis: I wish she was still around for you instead of him

Casey: why’d she not take me, I get the others, but

Janis: I can’t tell you, just give you any and every guess you could make and have done

Casey: I’d have looked after her, I fucking did

Janis: you did

Janis: maybe she couldn’t take you, didn’t have a choice in any of it

Casey: Least your kid’ll know where he is, useless or nah

Janis: you really don’t think he’ll be a good dad

Casey: you don’t think he’s a good husband

Janis: that’s not an answer to my *?

Casey: yeah it is, why would he be when he’s doing pisspoor at a job that’d be loads easier

Janis: not like I’m a good wife back

Casey: he’ll have started it, typical him

Janis: don’t you start back there

Janis: be a good passenger and 🤫

Casey: you’ve already said, I won’t

Janis: I trust you

Casey: even though I lost your cake

Janis: bit gutted but yeah

Janis: still reckon you’re alright

Casey: I’ll go do the proper one, you’re still welcome and home, it counts

Janis: might have to wait ‘til they’re open

Janis: but I’ll work on being glad and you not feeling shit about it either

Casey: I obviously meant when they open, girl, gonna be a bit busy with you til then

Janis: be sorry state of affairs if you couldn’t compete with some cake, boy

Casey: how sorry are you that you haven’t tasted it or me

Janis: 🥺

Janis: that much, maybe

Casey: and I’m sorry I asked 💔

Janis: you would be sorry, if you were thinking about half the stuff I was now

Casey: that’ll be why I am

Janis: proper sorry

Casey: too sorry not to show you how much so you’ve gotta let me

Janis: tell me how

Casey: it’s a surprise, you wanted the cake to be and I ruined that

Janis: I could’ve just gone in with you

Casey: Nah, both our heads were right done in, would’ve been such a bad idea

Janis: probably

Janis: did you end up having a good night until you ended up at Ian’s then

Casey: didn’t get arrested, that’ll do, like

Janis: progress

Janis: what more can we ask for

Casey: tah for trying to balance out the bollocks I’ve had off Ian and am gonna have to hear from your husband an’ all

Janis: well Ian can’t be arsed to be a dad ever

Janis: have got him out of bed for an hours drive though so he can probably be a bit mardy with it

Casey: if you’d not said I’d gotta shut up I could’ve told him it was a practice run for when she’s older and off her face asking to be picked up ‘cause some dickhead lad’s dumped her or she’s fallen out with her mates

Janis: don’t think bringing her up would help your case there

Janis: though I’ve heard worse points

Casey: I’ll not say owt about her liking me more than him, don’t worry

Janis: well if you’re in a keeping secrets sort of mood, I’ll tell you

Janis: you already owe her an apology, like

Casey: oh shit, what for

Janis: we woke her up

Janis: when your heart beats faster it happens usually, it was such a weird feeling

Casey: was she kicking you the whole time

Janis: yeah

Casey: must be fuming, I’ll let her know I’m sorry soon as I get in, unless she’s gone back to sleep, better leave it then else

Janis: might wait up if I tell her her mates coming

Casey: she’d have to if I get your heart going again, I’d owe her a massive apology or she’d never forgive me though

Janis: you talk really nice to her

Janis: shouldn’t be no issue

Casey: ask her what she most fancies and I’ll see what I can do

Janis: I think I’m shit at it already

Casey: what, why would you reckon that

Janis: I’ve never talked to her like that, or thought to

Casey: you know what I’m like, gotta chat all the lasses up a bit

Janis: I dunno, not a natural at this

Casey: oi, come on, less of that

Casey: we could sing her a song, you ain’t shit at that and it’ll make up for me being so she might still wanna stay as mates

Janis: you know any decent nursery rhymes

Casey: piss off do I, only proper tunes

Casey: she’ll love them, not like other babies, her

Janis: don’t wanna come out of the womb uncool 😏

Janis: no child of mine

Casey: there you go, and that’s a song pick anyway, ain’t it, nearly

Janis: loads of good high notes for you to hit

Casey: I get it, you wanna work out if I can before you try and make me, too nice, you

Casey: practice 😏

Janis: I know you can already

Janis: unfortunately

Casey: not the full range and not with you, only for you

Janis: I really want it

Casey: let me give it to you then

Janis: what if it’s not as good as you’ve imagined

Casey: I keep telling you, I ain’t forgot who the fuck you are

Casey: you’ve barely touched me and it was better than anything I’ve ever thought about

Janis: we’re on the same page about that then

Janis: I could’ve

Casey: it weren’t just in my head, it happened, something between you and me, that’s all I want

Janis: there is something

Janis: it is, whatever it is

Casey: then I barely even care what we actually do

Janis: I just wanna touch you and have you touch me

Casey: it’s a date, 1 hour from whenever the fuck he shows his face

Janis: at least you came before he did

Janis: would’ve been awkward otherwise

Casey: how long’s it been since you sent him out

Janis: was a bit busy to be clockwatching, be pleased to hear

Janis: you first called [the time] apparently, so [a time he should be there from then ‘cos it was pretty immediate, is the vibe obviously]

Casey: I only ask ‘cause I’m feeling like it could still be an awkward car ride with everything you’ve got me thinking about

Casey: uncomfortable, like

Janis: can’t have that

Janis: how can we make you more comfortable

Casey: I know, it’s alright for you at home on your own, touching yourself whenever you want, only the baby to get pissed off with it

Janis: I can promise not to, if you want

Casey: I’m too nice to have you promise that, you’ll wanna break it so fast

Janis: It was hard not to in the car, nearly impossible

Casey: I swear I can hear the sounds of you on a loop in my head, it’s impossible to hear nowt else going on round here, good job that lot have all fucked off in ages ago

Janis: doubly good thing you’re not driving back yourself

Janis: I don’t know what I’d do if anyone tried to talk to me right now either, fucking hell

Casey: you know I can drive 1 handed but

Casey: yeah, probably not the best plan

Janis: you can at least give me both hands, boy

Casey: would whether they’re broken or nah, might get some weird angles happening for you and have to fuck them up again ‘cause you’re that into it

Janis: I’m not into you being hurt though

Janis: don’t make me 🥺 at you again

Casey: He ain’t been able to hurt me since I was [whatever age you were when you stopped him]

Casey: I’m alright

Janis: you’re brave

Casey: if you mean putting on the face, nah I’m not

Casey: I’d tell you if it were bad

Janis: you would, I know that

Janis: still checking you over but I believe you, he’s a pussy

Janis: obviously it’s just for my benefit but you’ve already said you’ll let me

Casey: he wouldn’t have got near me if I wasn’t out of it, fucking stupid of me

Janis: he knows better than to start on you if it’s looking like a fair fight

Casey: been an unfair fight for him since I was [a few years before the big fight when you clearly were already making it hard for him to actually beat you in any scenario ever]

Casey: these days you heard me say can’t call it one

Janis: you know what I mean

Janis: women and kids are more his speed

Casey: not even that now, how special were we, like 🏆

Janis: can’t see whatserface standing for that

Janis: not much of a catch these days either, never mind throwing that into the mix

Casey: be romantic if he stopped for her instead of just ‘cause he’s too knackered

Janis: not everyone can be a great romantic like you, mate

Casey: bet he tells her that’s why anyway, he did it for her and love and all that bollocks

Janis: better line than admitting you’ve settled

Casey: better line than the drink didn’t only kill my sex drive, love, it also sorted my urge to smack you about

Janis: 😏

Janis: way too old to crack out any more kids, thank fuck

Casey: she’s got loads herself, can steady on

Janis: yeah he’s well outnumbered

Casey: be another reason why he don’t hurt none of them, that amount of screaming’d do his head right in, never heard it before

Janis: don’t need to tell me

Janis: sisters are hell as is

Casey: I’ll cross my fingers next one’s a lad for you, they’ll get on better

Janis: cheers

Casey: but if it were me I’d keep her on her own and spoil her til she’s a proper dickhead so

Janis: that your official advice then

Casey: yeah, gotta have her back on side, and she’d love having that be her life

Janis: only children can be a bit weird though

Casey: not yours, already cool, remember

Janis: fair, might give birth once then refuse

Casey: can always refuse unless they knock you out, you’re alright, I won’t let Ian volunteer to do it

Janis: idea of his mug being there might frighten me into getting on with it

Janis: 😱

Casey: can’t have that being the 1st thing my bestie sees, tah very much

Janis: no one should have to deal with that, bloody hell

Casey: Are her eyes open or closed in there

Janis: might be a bit early but she will soon if she hasn’t

Casey: weird, where do you think she reckons she is, hearing my voice pissing about round her

Janis: it’s well weird, I still can’t get my head ‘round it and it’s happening in me

Janis: up north, obvs

Janis: be so thrilled when she realises otherwise

Casey: you’ll have to keep talking to her

Janis: I like your accent

Janis: maybe I’ll say nothing instead so she gets it

Casey: can’t have 2 mute parents, she’ll come out believing I’m her dad

Casey: what the fuck would I do, adopt her like them animals who get stuck with a duck when they’re a dog or something

Janis: Bob could illustrate the kid’s book about it, yeah

Janis: sounds well 😢🤗🥰

Casey: he would an’ all, be chuffed to bits with his new totally mute house

Janis: you two gonna piss off then

Casey: yeah ‘course, if I’m doing it I’ll do it proper, away from you bunch of dickheads

Janis: good luck to you, hand her over when they’ve wiped off all the blood and gunk

Casey: alright, it’s another date

Janis: you feel SO lucky, I know

Casey: I dunno what I’m gonna call her, too many lasses names’d be weird to use the way I’ve said ‘em

Janis: it’s the personal touches 🙄

Casey: gotta keep you informed, mate, it’s already a pisstake you can’t see owt that’s going on

Janis: I don’t wanna see, dickhead

Casey: such a good listener, you

Casey: all you ever wanna do

Janis: would you wanna watch me get fucked

Casey: depends who by

Janis: so anyone that’s not him

Casey: anyone’s probably going a bit far

Janis: unlikely gonna happen so just a hypothetical

Casey: maybe, if you wanted

Janis: have you ever done that

Casey: ‘course, watched it and been watched doing it

Janis: with other lads

Casey: with [uni gf obvs] and another lad, he didn’t touch me though and I never him

Janis: I get what you’re saying

Casey: I dunno, I wasn’t chuffed to bits but she wanted to do it

Janis: do you think you’d do it again or nah

Casey: if you’re dead keen to, we can

Janis: I’m not

Janis: well, I’ve not tried it but I don’t think I need to

Casey: I don’t rate it that high, but might just be me, how jealous I am

Janis: I’m a jealous person

Casey: let’s not then, she was to wind me up and I’m not trying to do that to you

Janis: not right now

Janis: you do a lot of the time

Casey: I can’t help it but I wish I was able to

Janis: it worked, you’re not a 🤏 proud

Casey: not right now

Janis: wasn’t trying to bring you off your high

Casey: It’s sad, it makes me feel sad

Janis: we can talk about anything else

Janis: you don’t have to be sad

Casey: yeah I do, I shouldn’t treat you like that, I shouldn’t want to

Janis: it’s complicated

Janis: you get wound up by me all the time too, even if I don’t mean it

Casey: it’s not, I love you, you don’t treat people you really love like that, it’s simple

Janis: yeah but you can’t love me, not like that

Janis: that’s why it’s not

Casey: but I shouldn’t have to start fucking you to not treat you like shit

Janis: nah but it’s not just because I won’t

Janis: it’s who I do instead

Janis: it’s a mess

Casey: yeah, we’re all fucked, aren’t we

Janis: I think we can admit that, yeah

Casey: some party this is, you’ll have to mute me in a sec

Janis: lose your number

Janis: it’s alright, been to worse

Janis: we’ve all been stressed

Casey: you gonna take the piss again if I say I’m tired, I don’t mean it in a sleepy way, just

Janis: no

Janis: I feel like even if I slept all day and all night, it’d still feel like that

Casey: I don’t wanna do this no more, be this dickhead

Casey: it’s such bollocks, it’s so

Janis: exhausting?

Janis: we can start sorting it, work out who you do wanna be, who you could

Casey: that’ll be exhausting too

Janis: yeah

Janis: starting to think life is, bit of a pisstake we weren’t warned

Casey: how’s everybody else not fed up of themselves, their own head

Janis: most are

Casey: meant to be having the time of my life, ain’t I

Janis: why, ‘cos you get to party more than average and fuck on girls

Casey: 22

Janis: I don’t reckon there’s anything that good about it

Janis: or any age, if you’ve got what you need and want, you’ll be alright, if not, you’re fucked

Janis: that’s simple, just not to work it out, necessarily

Casey: or get what you need and want

Janis: yeah, if this shit was fair, we’d all have a good shot at it but, it can be random

Casey: it can be a right pisstake

Janis: or you get it and it gets taken away

Casey: if you’re him, you get it then decide you don’t fancy it

Janis: not drunk enough to go there

Casey: You better not be, we’re not sending her back to bed like that

Janis: of course I’m not, give me a bit of credit, dickhead, meant to be my mate again

Casey: 😏

Casey: can go on and admit you’re not shit at it then, can’t you

Janis: not quite that shit

Janis: I decided to do this, not gonna fuck her up before she’s even here, be well harsh for making me feel like shit

Casey: especially when you don’t look it, she’s only doing you favours there

Janis: for you

Janis: think it makes him feel sick

Casey: what don’t, he’s always been a massive girl about everything

Janis: I didn’t see it coming

Casey: he’s just shitting himself, you had to see that coming ‘cause again, when’s he not

Janis: he could do it in his sleep

Janis: if anyone, I was worried about myself, not him

Casey: he’ll be worrying she’ll come out looking like Ian and he won’t love her for it, we all fucking do so

Janis: loads of dickheads are good looking, sad fact of life

Casey: Hang on, you think my dad’s fit

Janis: shut up

Janis: you all look like him, you said

Janis: his overall shit personality ruins it a bit, was my point 😏

Casey: oh mate, you do, you reckon he’s WELL fit

Janis: you’re such a twat, you

Casey: you’re so funny

Casey: good job you never met my mum, you’d lose it, she was the one everyone kept going on about for how she looked

Janis: don’t do girls so you don’t have to feel conflicted on that score

Casey: not even for my benefit, bit rude

Janis: if you want fake, yeah

Janis: sure anyone touching on you feels good but I’m not gonna actually fancy any girl, never have

Casey: I get it, I don’t wanna bum any lads

Janis: good thing my homo fantasies aren’t real or you’d have to close your eyes

Casey: Go on then, what fantasies do you have

Janis: we ain’t got time for all of ‘em, boy

Casey: give us your top 1 you keep going back to

Janis: it’s not like it’s even specific it’s just

Janis: you, touching you everywhere I possibly could and seeing every face you make and hearing every noise, then you being everywhere I could take you, feeling it all, tasting it

Casey: it’ll be a reality soon, I promise

Janis: you can’t promise that

Casey: I can and I have

Janis: I could think of something specific if I weren’t already feeling like

Janis: tell me yours then

Casey: it’s that now

Janis: cheating but

Janis: if you want it all too I’m the opposite of mad

Casey: what kind of dickhead would be after any less than all of you and everything you could do or hack having done to you

Janis: give a fuck about him, whoever he is

Casey: he’ll be here in a bit and I know you don’t

Janis: don’t

Casey: alright, but it’ll be true if I bother typing it or don’t

Janis: it just makes me sad, not gonna make me wanna fuck you

Casey: that ain’t the only reason I talk to you, but I said alright, so I’ll leave it out being a twat

Janis: it’s what we were talking about though

Janis: don’t need to make me feel bad about it, can do that myself easy

Casey: I don’t mean to

Janis: it’s fine, you’re wasted

Casey: I just don’t want him to be on his way here, but what the fuck am I taking it out on you for, I asked you to send him and it were me who got myself stuck

Janis: I get why you didn’t want me but yeah that’s the reality of that

Janis: he hasn’t got the energy to have a go, he doesn’t, it’ll be awkward and shit but apart from that you’ll be fine

Casey: I didn’t think you would if I said I wanted that

Janis: I would’ve but I shouldn’t so

Janis: you did the right thing, that part

Casey: I’m sorry for making you sad

Janis: it’s not you, it’s me, babe

Casey: nah, it’s my fault, but I’ll make you forgive me too, baby

Janis: baby now, is it

Janis: you want me to 😳

Casey: it is too cute when you do that, I wouldn’t be fuming about it, like

Janis: it makes me fuming

Janis: a bit

Janis: but I can get you to as well, makes it fair

Casey: I don’t mind if you are, never have, have I

Janis: nah, you’re a right windup, always have been

Casey: you’ve always been dead easy to wind up, nowt I can do about you walking into it

Janis: 1. I’ve always been well nice to you AND patient, even when you were a right little dickhead 2. Pot kettle an’ all, mate

Casey: I dunno how much it counts when you’ve gotta start counting

Casey: gonna have some patience when you get to 10 or what

Janis: I have plenty

Janis: you who keeps bringing up how long it’s been

Casey: you’ll not be bothered about having to wait ages to get a word back in now he’s here then 👍

Janis: 😏 enjoy your fake sleep, then

#ian's to home

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fanfic-inator795 · 3 months

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I was rewatching the "Stay Cool" ep of I Heart Arlo, and while the episode plot itself is pretty cliche and predictable, the episode itself is still pretty fun and fairly enjoyable - though my favorite part is definitely the ending.

You get to Arlo telling his dad about said yacht-sinking and Ansel not seeing an issue with it at first, saying how he often looks for those who "ask for forgiveness instead of permission" in his building managers. In a way, it kind of reminds me of the movie where he's giving Arlo advice that, while it may help him get ahead in the business world (a world Ansel is MUCH more familiar with than parenthood), isn't necessarily good advice in general.

Immediately Arlo is naturally confused, which prompts Ansel to kinda just be like "Oh right, I'm a dad now, gotta say something Dad-like", prompting him to try scolding Arlo, with his tone not sounding nearly as natural or as confident as it was prior (the vocal delivery and animation really sells this). But even if Ansel is still only acting stern and isn't actually mad or even that disappointed, it's still enough for Arlo to continue being super hard on himself, not necessarily needing Ansel or anyone else to tell him that he messed up big time. (and oof, you really do feel for him here...)

That then leads into Ansel fully realizing how distraught his son is and doing what any good parent should do in a situation like this: comfort and letting their kid know that mistakes don't erase love, and that things can be replaced. That the important thing is that Arlo is safe and that he still loves him no matter what (and all while an instrumental version of "In The Blue With You" plays in the background. Just, d'awwww!), ending things off with a hug and a quick joke about Arlo getting an allowance + the squid falling for the Ansel statue, lol.

Though, while I love this whole ending and how sweet it is, Arlo being so worried about disappointing or being hated by his dad (that bit where he says "Ansel" instead of "Dad" because he's "practicing for when he gets disowned". OOF) definitely hits a lot harder than the typical "my parent's gonna kill me!" jokes you see in TV shows when you remember that Arlo was literally abandoned by Ansel as a baby. Additionally, in the next episode, you briefly see Arlo admit that he still worries about one day disappointing Ansel.

If the show had more episodes, I have to wonder if the show would fully address these fears that Arlo has - to acknowledge that, while Arlo may have forgiven Ansel for everything and for as much as Ansel is trying to be there for him now, it isn't exactly easy for Arlo to just forget about how Ansel not only gave him up as a baby but also took forever to finally accept him. Even if he understands WHY Ansel struggled so much with accepting both his son and himself and how Ansel's backstory/trauma led to Ansel making decisions he regretted, Arlo was still impacted by these decisions and still felt the hurt in them.

While we got to see a few instances of Arlo and Ansel bonding with each other/Ansel learning to be a dad, we never really got to see these two have a full-on argument or fight. But if we DID, I have to wonder if the climax of it would be Arlo blurting out something about being abandoned again for not being the perfect son - something he would immediately regret, but also something that Ansel, for as hurt as he would be to hear it, would still understand.

Frankly, I would love to see a scene where these two have a heart-to-heart where Arlo admits that while he isn't mad at his dad, he still feels hurt and afraid. He loves his dad wholeheartedly and has loved getting to spend time with him and get to know him, but there's a small part of him that doesn't fully trust him just yet - and Ansel completely gets it, saying that he doesn't blame Arlo for not being able to just forget about his abandonment and, what's more, that while he's grateful for Arlo's forgiveness, he doesn't necessarily deserve the full forgive-and-forget treatment. "I spent years trying to make myself forget what I did, to make it easier on myself... It wasn't right then, and it wouldn't be right now."

And in the end, this missing trust is just accepted as one more thing they have to continue working on, with Ansel promising that he'll do - and keep doing - whatever he needs for Arlo to know that not only does he love him, but he won't ever turn his back on his son again, no matter what.

It's not a perfect solution by any means nor does it completely fix things, but they both agree that it's at the very least a good step forward ^v^

#i heart arlo #arlo the alligator boy #random thoughts #arlo beauregard #ansel beauregard

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lavenderjacobs · 3 years

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fluff alphabet - karl jacobs

tw; none just pure fluff >.< wc; 2K pronouns; tried my best to make it gender neutral <3

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?)

Karl just loves looking at your pretty face. He loves the familiar feeling he gets when he looks at you. He loves your nose and how it feels under his fingers. He loves the way your face fits perfectly on his shoulder. He loves cupping your face with his hands and looking into your eyes. It might be really cheesy, but Karl also just adores your smile. This man just melts at the way you’re entire face lights up when you laugh.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you)

Karl is a simple man lmao. Obviously he loves going out and doing fun things with you. But he would way rather enjoy your company in private. Just the two of you. His favourite memories of being with you probably consist of being cuddled up and completely devoured by blankets while watching a movie. Or you sitting on his lap while he plays Minecraft, struggling to stay awake while he keeps planting little kisses on the top of your head.

C=Cuddles (What type of cuddles do they like?)

OMG KARL IS SUCH A HOE FOR CUDDLES. Whenever you two lay in bed together he just holds you so close to him the entire time. He just loves feeling you so close to him and knowing that you’re safe and happy. He loves being bigger spoon so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours, but he definitely won’t complain about being little spoon either. He loves resting his head on your chest, just listening to your heartbeat as he has his arms wrapped around your waist.

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?)

Karl definitely has a dirty mind oops. He is very open about it too. He can be very soft with you but when he’s whore knee he just wants to have his way with you. That can mean planting sloppy kisses on your neck from behind you while your just minding your business in the kitchen, or giving you ‘that’ look when you come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around your body.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?)

Karl is on it 24/7 to make sure your happy. He loves planning little dates, even if it’s just a walmart run or a drive around the neighbourhood, he just wants to spend time with you. Whenever you’re going through a tough time he will drop everything to make sure you’re okay. For example he could be streaming, and you would text him saying you’re sad, not knowing he would be streaming, and he’d just end the stream right there to go spoil you with cuddles and loving words.

F=First date (What was your first date together)

Your pre-dating relationship was probably either a friends to lovers one, or an enemies to lovers one. Constantly teasing each other but everyone, including your friends, would know what was really going on. You probably got tricked into going on a date with him for the first time, both acting like you hated it but secretly falling harder and harder for each other with every second.

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?)

This dude literally treats you like he could break you. He hold your hands like they’re little butterflies and plants the softest kisses on your forehead. He’s also super protective and possessive of you. He hates the thought of you going out alone, and whenever you two are at a party or something he’s just constantly holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you, to show you’re his.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

To be honest, Karl’s hands are probably one of his best features. He takes such good care of them and loves wearing rings. He also loves wearing black nail polish, and constantly wants you to polish his nails for him. He could easily do it himself but that’s not the point lol

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

The first time Karl saw you walk into a room he lost his breath for a second no joke. He was just so taken aback by your charming attitude and thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He just immediately walked up to you to ask you for your name.

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

Karl is such a pouty little jealous boy. He gets really whiney and needy in public when you’re not giving him enough attention. Whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he just gets extra lovey-dovey with you, wanting to make sure everyone knows you’re his. You would know exactly what was going on but just play along with it. One time you joined him on a filming day with the mr beast crew. All the boys would give you lots of attention, making flirty jokes mostly just to mess with Karl. Which worked because oh my god you had never seen him so touchy. You would ask him what was up and he would act like nothing was bothering him. “I’m fine why? Am i not allowed to show affection to my gf/bf/so anymore?”

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

Anything that has to do with touching you, Karl is a sucker for. (have I mentioned this man’s love language is 100% physical touch?) He litarally kisses your neck or forehead every 5 seconds, it’s just his way of showing he’s there. He doesn’t shy away from pda either. He won’t hasitate to kiss you passionately in front of a crowd of people. He doesn’t care who’s watching, all he cares about is you.

L=Love (Do they show their love?)

As I said, this dude’s love language is definitely physical touch. After that probably comes quality time. He will get super pouty if the two of you haven’t gotten to properly spend time with each other for a while. For example, whenever you’re on your laptop working on something for school or work he will get super whiney, constantly begging for you to get off your laptop and come cuddle with him. He’s less good at expressing his love through words of affection. Obviously, this man tells you he loves you all of the time, but he gets scared about having deep conversations about your relationship, he’s just scared he’ll say something stupid and mess it all up.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

His favourite memory in general 100% has something to do with you. If he had to pick one, it would probably be that one time he introduced you to all his friends from the SMP. He’d be on a videocall on discord with Dream, George, Sapnap, Alex, Tommy, and Wilbur. They had been begging to meet you since forever, but he always said no, because he was scared they’d say something to embarrass him. But after some persuasion of you, he finally gave in. “HOLY FUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REAL THATS SO POGGERSS!” Alex yelled when you joined the call and sat next to Karl. You burst out laughing. You all just played Minecraft and messed around with each other for that night. All of Karl’s friends really liked you, and Karl himself couldn’t be prouder.

N=Nickname (What nicknames do they call you?)

He has practically replaced your real name with “Baby” at this point. He loves calling you baby or babe in front of other people to show that you’re his. But when it’s just the two of you he would definitely be the type of guy to call you something really cheesy like sweetheart or darling. You love it tho :)

O=Over (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

The only thing you and Karl would ever fight about would be whenever your schedules would clash and you would spend less time together because of work/school. A lack of communication and both being exhausted lead to a huge fight once. Ending with you both thinking it just wasn’t gonna work out like this. You had slept in a nearby hotel for a night or two, basically crying yourself to sleep every night, because Karl wasn’t laying next to you. After a few days of both being miserable you realized that the two of you are meant for each other. You showed up to your house again, and almost tackled Karl with how fast you ran into his arms. “I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered in your ear.

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

You and Karl both think it’s too early to have children, but you love just having endless conversations about how amazing it would be to have a little baby of your own. Just fantasizing about showing the little thing off to all of your friends, thinking of ridiculous baby-names together. Everytime you have these types of conversations you just melt at the thought of Karl actually being a dad one day. He’d be perfect for it.

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

I’m not saying homeboy has abandonment issues but....whenever you get up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something, he either gets very twitchy in his sleep, or wakes up right away and asks you where you’re going. “Y/N?” He says with a sleepy voice. You reach out for his face in the dark and gently ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Only getting some water baby, I’ll be right back.” You reassure him.

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

Karl doesn’t want things to feel forced. He just wants things to be effortless. Big romantic gestures and fancy restaurants scare him. He has a very specific way of showing his affection to you and you know this, so you don’t expect him to wake you up with breakfast in bed or anything. Making it even more special whenever he does pull something like that.

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

Karl didn’t really like showing any emotion to you whenever he would be sad, he felt like he’d be bothering you with his problems. But after you explained to him that you just want to be there for him whenever he’s feeling down, he started warming up to you. Sometimes he would just crawl in bed with you hiding his face in your shoulder. You would play with his hair while he talked to you about what bothered him. He always feels so comforted and safe with you.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

Karl can be super hyper. Constantly wanting to do stuff like bake cookies or play minecraft with you. You’d obviously always be down to do these types of things with him. But he could also really find the joy in simple things like just watching a movie or getting his nails painted by you. Whenever you would have these types of moments, Karl just keeps cracking little jokes to make you laugh. He also would be telling you how much he loved you every 5 seconds. Just so you know.

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

Sometimes Karl can have a little trouble trying to get into your mindset. But he does think it’s super important to know what you’re going through and do his best to help you. Whenever you’re dealing with anxiety or depression, he makes sure to ask you what he can do to help you and be there for you. He tries to do as much research as possible, trying to find the best way to help you.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

Karl cherishes the relationship you have for so many reasons. One of the most important ones being that he can have fun with you. Both understanding each other’s type of humour, finding joy in the same types of things. He just loves that you know and understand exactly how his brain works, because it’s very similar to yours.

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

Karl literally proposed to you 2 months into dating. He knows you’re the one. It’s very clear to him. But after discussing it you both decided that having a wedding would be way too stressful right now. It’s definitely not that you wouldn’t marry him, obviously you would, but you both know that breaking up just isn’t an option, so why go through all that trouble, just to get it on paper? You both agreed on this, but after all Karl just wants to see that ring on your finger, just so he knows you’re his forever.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Earlier in your relationship, Karl would often have trouble reading you, he would be very hyper and touchy with you, and would just be completely oblivious to the fact that you where sad or tired or something. But as he got to know you better, he learned exactly how to tell when you’d be sad. He knew to get you some food, put on a tv show and play with your hair, without you having to tell him you weren’t feeling like going out or doing something extravagant.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

Karl would hate to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t in it for the same reason as he is. He doesn’t like to ‘date around’. He want’s someone who was a very similar vision of their future, so that’s why he’s so lucky he found you. The most reoccurring arguments you two have are about not agreeing on your future. He finds it very hard to compromise and doesn’t just ‘agree to disagree’.

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

Karl just has to touch you in some way when he’s sleeping. Having his arms wrapped around you, having his legs intertwined with yours, resting his face in the crook between your head and shoulders, you name it. He also loves to hold hands whenever you two are sleeping. As i said, this man gets very icky about you leaving him when he’s sleeping. So, he just wants to know you’re there. All of the time.

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs headcanons #fluff alphabet #karl jacobs fluff #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader #catb0ykarl writes

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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I HAD A BRAIN WAVE MOMENT

DO YOU REMEMBER WAYYYY BACK WHEN EVERYONE HATED ASOKA? DAVE DID THAT ON PURPOSE SO HE WAS IN CONTROL OF WHAT PEOPLE HATED ABOUT HER. OK NOW THIS MIGHT BE A LONGSHOT THAT HOPEFULLY DOESN’T END UP LIKE LONGSHOT THE CLONE, BUT, IM HOPING THATS WHATS DAVE IS DOING WITH TBB. BEING IN CONTROL OF WHAT THE FANDOM HATES ABOUT IT AND THEN IMPROVING IT SLOWLY BIT BY BIT.

PLEASE IM DESPERATE FOR A EXPLANATION!

(also where’s my explanation about why the clones are white washed, dave? hmm? where is it dave?)

OMG LOOK.

It wouldnt excuse the whitewashing or the weak scenario, because he got us used to some good stuff now (tcw s7, Mandalorian, that kind of things)

But it would make sense - to a certain extent - to work that season as a "cliché team in a cliché scenario" and see how people react to be able for a second season (if there's a second season) to improve it

Disclaimer: I'm a white, abled person so I'm not trying to speak on behalf of poc/disabled people, but I think it's important to support them and listen to the critics they make about SW and it's content

Also this is quite long I got carried away but worth it it is!

I linked some of @rebekadjarin 's post here because I read a bit through her blog today and agreed with her posts; and I invite you to check out the "#whitewhashed tbb" if you want more extanded and developed information about that matter! (As my knowledge on the matter is still quite limited/ incomplete due to my privileges, and this post is more of a summary than a real analysis)

So here, we know that the fans are unhappy about:

- the whitewashing of the Bad Batch (especially since they proved they could animate dark skinned people/ more generally poc with the first seasons of tcw, Kanan in Rebels and the Separatist in the latest TBB episode)

It is a real problem and it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Even if they are different, the Batchers are still clones and it's really not that hard to show their enhancement while keeping Temuera's features and skin colour (I mean, look at all the artists who did and do it everyday on this app; no excuse here)

Star Wars has wasted a lot of potential on numerous occasions because they keep doing stuff like this; and it's quite ironic (and very sad) to see that racism, ableism and stereotypes are prevalent in a universe where people fight for equality and peace...

Here and here are two posts about it (if you're the author of these posts and want me to delete them from my post please tell me so; I took the liberty of adding them because I think they highlight quite well the issue and do a clear job at showing the whitewashing in SW/ around the clones)

- the way Crosshair is treated; both by the Batchers and the writers, he's manipulated by the chip yet no one is talking about rescuing him and we see nothing about the effect of his absence on the Batchers (they don't mention him, don't try to save him, and Hunter is more distraught by Omega's absence than by his own brother's)

And don't get me wrong, Omega is a kid and she's nice, of course they have to take care of her and protect her

But they also don't know her purpose; why is she here? She could be a bad omen (maybe she doesn't even know it! The Kaminoans probably didn't tell anyone about her real purpose and I stand by the idea that the infos they got about her are all wrong and purposefully misleading) and I have the dark feeling that she will be the end/ death of the Batchers by the end of the serie, even if she didn't wanted it that way

But Crosshair is never mentionned, except for when he's needed in the scenario. Which is a shame, because he's a Batcher too even if he's mind-controlled and (for now) working for the Empire. He's supposed to be a main character, and he's a key element to the plot; yet out of 10 episodes we saw him in only 3, and only the moments where he was acting bad (i'm excluding the lonely moment at the end of ep2 because it had a lot of potential about him fighting the chip but that was all we had and i'm still bitter about it lol)

Here is a post about it

- speaking of plot; I feel like it's always the same disk playing since episode 2-3: They have a mission given by Cid, they do it, things go wrong, Omega saves the day and they get the money.

Crosshair is doing bad guy stuff so no need to tall about him (haha right?)

Now. I'm a good public. I know when to activate the Dummie™ in me and enjoy a show about a found family doing crazy jobs for a criminal and raising a newly adopted daughter at the same time. It's fun, it's sweet, sometimes it get emotional and the animation is beautiful (the lights are amazing I am always in awe)

I can enjoy it and be in awe and see Echo sniffing food and Tech smiles and Wrecker playing with Omega and feel happy about it.

But I also expected more. I hadn't any clear idea because I didn't wanted to set expectations (how ironic) but I can't help but feel sad about the wasted potential around Empire! Crosshair and the rise of said Empire.

If you want to antagonize one of the main character, do it, but do it fully and do it well. Show us Crosshair getting really invested in a plan to catch the Batchers and suddenly making a scene for a tiny detail that could blow it up; show us Crosshair and Hunter fighting each other hand to hand after they disarmed each other, and Crosshair getting the upoer hand until something holds him back; just enough for Hunter to take control again

Show us a complex character who suffers but doesn't fully realise it, and show us brothers mourning yet hoping to get the family back again you know?

- the way Echo is treated by the Batchers. And as much as it saddens me, they do him dirty in the show.

Echo is a war veteran, an ex- prisoner and a disabled character. He went through a lot; first he lost the Domino squad, then he lost brothers on Kamino (including 99 who was close to his squad), then the Citadel happened and he lost both his legs, an arm, his freedom, his brothers and probably any hope to be saved.

Then they found him in that freezer, and he probably realised that, if Fives wasn't here to save him, it meant he lost him too.

Then he left Rex to go with a team of 4 because he probably didn't feel like he belonged with "regs" anymore; he chose strangers over brothers because he thought he couldn't find his place there. Which in itself is sad and problematic.

And now he's with the Batchers, and they don't seem to grasp the importance of his trauma. I mean; they always had the 4 of them and never lost a brother (apart from Cross; which is another wasted potential here because they could have exploited that trauma and made a parallel with Echo being so used to losing brothers and them experiencing it for the first time on such a personal level you know) and they do some crappy stuff to him.

Selling him as a droid? Not cool.

Brushing off his trauma for a mission and some credits? Not. Cool.

And Echo can't say anything because he chose them, and now he has nowhere to go anyway because Order 66 happened; and he probably doesn't want to be a burden to Rex, and he probably doesn't want to abandon his brothers especially now that Cross is gone and they have a child to take care of

But yeah there are a lot of things happening - or NOT happening - around Echo and his trauma and his disability that are wrong and people are right to talk about it

Here is a post I read and I agree with it

- Overall, the way the show and the characters are handled; they often feel very stereotyped/ cliché and the basic plot doesn't really help for character development or improvement

I read a post about it and it was really interesting; they linked the whitewashing of the characters with their abilities/enhencement

Tech and Crosshair are the smartest and the whitest in the group (which is bad)

Wrecker is portrayed as the Bid Dummie™ and he's the one with the "darker" skin and the features closest to Temuera/ Maōri features (also very bad)

Hunter is straight up a Rambo with a face tattoo, and Echo - and you guys know I love him - is whiter than a sheet of paper (all so bad)

Not only this, but there is no improvement in their personality or thinking

They don't seem to evolve, and just like their mission, they end up playing the same song over and over again

Hunter is the broody soldier and though people enjoy talking to him as a Dad (count me in) but he's not a good dad for Omega (he calls her soldier and is always acting awkward and uncomfortable around her)

Wrecker could be a better dad for her; but again they display him as a big dummie and give the impression he couldn't take well care of her

Tech is here to be the smart one, we only see him when they need someone to do the smart speaking and the complicated computer things

Echo is the grumpy reg, the "more droid than man" and sometimes the Mom™ but they never show him talking about the Empire or the trauma or how the I am not Freaking Out™ I did came back for this Shit™ he's just here to... Be here and be grumpy and bring the oldest clone wars fans to watch TBB

And Crosshair is almost non-existent.

Here is another post about it

What could it be then?

So either Dave is pulling a Ahsoka on us; but he'll still have a lot of things to correct and explanations to give because I can excuse a bad plot but I draw the line at blatant racism ans ableism (especially when they KNOW the fans and they KNOW what people want and they KNOW it would probably bring more people to enjoy and get invested in the show)

- If he's doing this, he will probably work with the animator to correct the whitewashing (because it really is the only really wrong thing in the animation, the rest of it is quite good to be honest like the light, framing and all)

- Understand that Tbb and Mandalorian are two different shows and cannot be treated the sale way; so he'll get back to the main plot and hopefully work on Crosshair's arc and hos his absence/ him being controlled by the chip affects him/ the Batchers/ their relation

- He'll probably work more on displaying the effect of their trauma; collective and personal, and see how it reflects on their relations (and give Echo the healing he deserves)

- By extension, give the characters more depth and complexity, dig their stereotypical surface and reveal their true nature (show me a ruthless yet easily overwhelmed Hunter; a smart but constantly anxious Tech, a very emotional Wrecker playing the big explosive dummie to protect himself, etc.)

Well, that's what I would do

Or he's just... Doing this and not planning any changes; in which case I'll probably do what I did with SPN s15: stop watching, scroll through tumblr to get some infos and gifs and tell everyone about how dirty they did the characters, and they did us.

But I really hope he's hearing us and taking our remarks into account; the show in itself had a lot of potential and I'm still hanging on the thin hope that the ending could "save it"; but I also have no expectations and am in fact waiting for a disappointing ending

On a brighter note, I'm glad the fandom exists because I see artists and writers and gif-makers and theorists and all kind of people creating and sharing their own content, headcanons, art, writing and they all feel right and better than the canon

Like yes, give me a in-character dark skinned clone who deals with his trauma and the sudden changes around him in a realistic way

Tell me about the real effects of the war on soldiers, and the truth behind the corrupted government taking over the galaxy, and the efforts everyone has to make to survive, exist and live together

If Dave and his team cannot do it, I know you guys can and that's why I'm glad to be here too; you give me hope when they fail to do so 💙

I hope I like... Answered this correctly? 😂 I got carried away but yeah, though I'm usually not vocal about it and try to enjoy it with my Dummie Energy™ I still see and read about what you all think, and usually I agree with you; the show deserved better and we deserved better

Now back to ignoring the canon and writing a fic about my very much alive and beloved Fives 🥰

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #mesa shitposts #mesa answers #namesmox 💗#thank you for your ask!#it's a long rent #but I'm glad I did it #if you feel like I said something incorrect please do tell me #I am still learning #and I want to educate myself about these matters because it's important #echo #crosshair #tech #hunter #wrecker #omega #personal opinion

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jake-marshall · 3 years

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TGAAC: Adventures thoughts

So I finished game 1 last Saturday, and took a brief break from continuing so I could write a fic centered around it (won’t mention what character because ~Spoilers~), and will now continue on to game 2 starting today (albeit, I did start a little of game 2 last week but was so burned out from having marathoned Case 5, I didn’t really vibe with it so I’ll probably just start over). Here are my, as well as my wife @morpheusdreamt ‘s (who watched parts with me) thoughts on the DGS/TGAAC 1, under the cut. LOTS OF SPOILERS INCLUDED! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

The Adventure of the Great Departure - discounting the fact that it’s the first case and therefore also a super-hand-holdy tutorial, I felt this was one of the stronger first cases in the whole series. I really enjoyed Jezaill and Hosonaga, and just Kazuma and Ryuunosuke’s dynamic as a whole, even though I knew what was coming. My complaint about this case was that it felt way too long for a first case - which, I mean, I get in hindsight because of needing to include the right amount of development between Kazuma and Ryuunosuke to make Kazuma’s death effective and to make it more believable that Ryuunosuke takes over as the main lawyer. But also, it wasn’t satisfying to out Jezaill as the murder (even though I know she has a role in the second game) and then come to find out she probably won’t be punished for it. This lack of satisfaction became a sort of prevailing theme for me throughout the game. The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band - again, another tutorial case that felt way too long. I’m pretty sure I was drinking the whole time I played this case, with Sholmes being the one to drive me to do it. As with the first case, the characters stood out for me way more than the case itself. My favorite part of this was watching the bond form between Ryuunosuke and Susato. As much as I also like Nikolina, I found this case overall to be fairly forgettable. The Adventure of the Runaway Room - first of all, I haven’t replayed this since completing the game (and therefor completing case 5) but I feel it’s almost necessary to do so to fully grasp this case? Which is, after having completed the game, something I really like about this case in particular. I thought McGilded was a fantastic character (and not just because of his resemblence to Handsome Jack :p), and I knew we’d meet Gina and Van Zieks in this case, but I was still thrilled to have it happen. Upon first playthrough, this case was like the others, extremely frustrating in the sense that I wasn’t really getting anywhere? That the plot wasn’t going anywhere? I mean, at least for me, I really had no clue as to how involved McGilded was in Mr. Mason’s death, so kudos to the writers in keeping me guessing. Overall, this felt like a filler case until you get to the end and realize, oh shit. It’s not, is it? And then I wished I would’ve paid more attention to some details, so it’s definitely worth a replay. The Adventure of the Clouded Kokoro - But no, this is the filler case! And I know some of the characters show up in the 2nd game, but oof. There was very little I enjoyed about this case on an individual level, and I’m not one to get super salty about ~this is problematic~ but the consistent inclusion of joking about domestic violence made me uncomfortable. Soseki was a fun character, but the Garridebs and Beates felt over-the-top, and, again, the fact that the attack was actually an accident just made this case feel like, ??? It made me wary of starting the 5th case. I felt, there’s nowhere I’m going to come away from the game liking it more than “just alright”. The Adventure of the Unspeakable Story - Let me start by just saying that this is one of my favorite cases in the entire series. So the only things I knew about this case going in was that Gina was the defendant and that Ashley was the killer, but I didn’t know anything regarding motive or his background, or Gina’s whole ordeal with McGilded. Both of their arcs spoke me to quite profoundly. I thought Gina’s development and her fears and insecurities surrounding trust were so relateable, her self-loathing and resignation to never having anything in life go her way just because of her class. Of her needing to look out for herself because no one else will, at least not without wanting anything in return. Like dude, I was crying when she finally accepted Ryuunosuke’s offer to defend her. I don’t really see it brought up (and maybe I just haven’t looked hard enough) about how heavily it contrasts with Ashley’s story, of them both coming from a poor background and both clearly suffering from abandonment issues and how it’s molded them and their perspective on the world and the people in it. I thought Ashley was so compelling, even though he starts off as a sort of caricature (which I gather was the intention). His absolute contempt towards McGilded (and clearly at himself, by the end) was so palpable for me, and left me thinking about him and the case for days after completing it. I liked too, that for as many AA cases where the killer will be like “I’m so much ~smarter than you~”, Ashley actually does a pretty good job of backing it up, that it’s more show than tell (his making the deal with Gregson and the fact that what broke most of his testimony was the Skulkins and not things he himself said) as it tends to be the other way around. I still want to know what went down in the bus between his dad and McGilded. I have this terrible feeling that Mason went there to tell McGilded to leave his son alone and that he wouldn’t sell the disk. Which would make it all worse, lol but I’m fine with that. Unless Gina undergoes some sort of terrible devolvement in the 2nd game, I can safely say that she and Ashley have become Top 10 all time AA characters for me, and that’s saying something considering how long and how deeply I’ve loved my faves from the original games. Anyway, getting back on point to the actual games and not just meta on the characters, I liked the pace that Case 5 progressed at, and how it had some expected twists and turns (like Sholmes’s appearance) that weren’t made any less enjoyable by being predictable. And I didn’t find it terribly difficult but it was still outrageously fun (minus the stereoscope mechanic which I know is just a fucky misfortune given the game was originally designed to incorporate 3DS functions, which are obsolete on the Switch). I just thought that Case 5 felt like everything that was right in the original series, both gameplay wise and story/character wise. Despite the fact that it hangs on a massive cliffhanger -__- But luckily i don’t have to wait two years to play the 2nd game, lol. Maybe my opinion of this game will change after I play the 2nd game, but overall my feelings are that it’s enjoyable enough and if you like Ace Attorney, and you’re more invested in the main characters/their development you’ll like it/probably even love it. For me, the fifth case and it tying together with the third case, specifically the affects it had Ryuu, Van Zieks, and Gina makes the rest of the game worth playing, but the rest of the cases are not as individually satisfying as many of the other cases in the AA series. I would still recommend this, however, based on how eager it’s made me to want to play the second game opposed to just feeling like I went through all that for nothing (which is sort of my experience when I replay AJ or DD now, not that I still don’t love them).

#the great ace attorney #tgaac spoilers #ace attorney #leanne plays aa

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cdelphiki · 4 years

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I’m writing the next chapter of The Best Things now. This will probably be a tomorrow thing, once it’s done. 😬 Sorry I’ve been so bad about keeping to schedule the past couple months, but it’s a work in progress.

I ended up switching the POV from what I’ve been working on all weekend and it’s coming out SO MUCH EASIER now. So we’ll see if I’m able to get it done tonight or if it’ll still be a tomorrow thing. I’ve got work tomorrow so I can only stay up another half hour or so. But we’ll see!

I’m gonna give y’all a sneak peek at a whumptober fic in the meantime, just as a sort of sorry for not updating anything lately. 😂 It’s a super-work-in-progress (meaning this entire thing might get revised) but I am excited about the concept:

Untitled Baby Tim & Bruce WIP, set after The Best Things, but nothing spoiler-y. Assuming we all already know Bruce is taking Tim and Cass in permanently. LOL

Bruce avoided business trips at all cost. He tried his best to force all trips to be contained into a single day. He owned a plane. He could take off first thing in the morning and return late that night. No big deal.

He hated business trips. Too much ‘networking,’ meaning too many people trying to kiss up to him, too many fake smiles, too many drinks avoided, and far, far too many meetings.

Which is why when it became clear in mid-June that he’d have to travel to San Fransisco for a week-long trip, Bruce just groaned.

Right there. In front of Lucius and everything.

It didn’t get him out of it.

The kids were not nearly as fazed by it as Bruce thought they’d be. He supposed they were used to him having to go away for a few days a time.

Usually it was League business, but the result was all the same for them.

At least League business was typically more enjoyable than a week’s worth of meetings.

“Kay, whatever,” had been Jason’s response, when Bruce told them all at dinner the night he found out, “you gotta bring me back something, though.”

“Yeah,” Damian shouted, “presents!”

Bruce sighed and looked over to where Cass and Tim sat next to each other, to his left. Cass grinned at his attention, then took another bite of her dinner. He was fairly certain she’d understood his announcement. If she had something to say about it, she would have said it.

Tim stared back at him for a beat, then asked, almost uninterested, “When will you be back?”

“Friday.”

“Okay,” he said, with a nod. And that was that.

At least. Bruce thought that was that.

Because when it came time for him to leave Sunday night, everything broke down.

“Be good for Alfred,” he said to the kids, who were all sitting in the living room playing a card game together. He tried to give each of them a goodbye hug, but they were far more interested in their game than they were in saying good-bye.

It was amusing.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said, as Bruce leaned over the couch and wrapped an arm around him, “Okay. Bye. Now get off me, old man.”

Bruce chuckled as he moved over to Damian, who actually stood up on the couch to give him a proper hug with an upbeat, “Bye, Dad!” as he did.

Cassandra grinned wide and let Bruce hug her as she said, “Yes. Good. See you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Bruce said as he let go.

Then he turned to Tim, with the intention of giving him a hug, too, but paused.

Because Tim was sitting there, stiffly.

Bruce rounded the coffee table so he was right next to Tim’s armchair and knelt down, making himself level with Tim. When he held his arm out, asking for a hug, however, the dam burst.

“Don’t go,” Tim cried, not leaning forward for Bruce to hug him, “You aren’t supposed to go.”

With a sigh, Bruce set his shoulder bag down on the floor and moved to be right in front of his son. “Tim, buddy,” he said, running a hand up and down Tim’s arm, “It’s just for five days. It’s okay.”

“That’s what they always say,” Tim whined, as he pressed the palm of his hand into one of his eyes.

How many times had Tim had this conversation with his own parents? How many times had they promised him a week and been gone for two?

Or seven?

He already hated Jack and Janet Drake. He didn’t need more reasons.

“Come here,” Bruce said, tugging Tim forward so he could finally hug him, “Tim, it’s—“

“I know, I’m sorry,” Tim interrupted, as he squirmed in Bruce’s arms until he could press both his hands into his eyes, “You have to, I know. It’s work. It’s more important. I’m sorry, I’m trying to stop. Sorry.”

Bruce might not need them, but Tim would never stop supplying him with more reasons to hate them.

And every time he said ‘sorry’ or suggested anything was more important than him?

Bruce’s hatred increased tenfold.

“Shh,” he said, squeezing Tim a little tighter as he whispered into Tim’s ear, fully aware that only two of the kids had left the room when Tim started crying, “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay to feel this way. And nothing is more important than you kids and your happiness, including work, okay?”

He wasn’t sure how many time’s he’d have to say such a thing to Tim, but he’d keep saying it. Over and over. Until one day Tim finally prioritized himself without prompting.

“I,” Tim started, sniffling once before he broke down into sobs again, “I don’t want you to leave me.”

Curse the Drake for making simple business trips so painful for Tim.

“It’s not forever,” he promised, still holding Tim close, “I promise I will be back on Friday.”

Tim merely let out another heart-wrenching sob, and Bruce couldn’t take it any more.

“Okay,” he said, pulling Tim back away from him, “Go pack a bag.”

If Tim couldn’t handle him going away for five days, then Bruce would just take him with.

“What?” Tim said, startled into silence.

“A bag,” Bruce repeated, standing to his feet and picking back up his own shoulder-bag, “Five days worth of clothes and essentials. Maybe your camera, if you want. Don’t forget pajamas and your phone charger.”

Tim shook his head, and asked again, “What?” Like he couldn’t believe what Bruce was saying.

Of course he couldn’t believe it. Jack and Janet Drake would have sooner died than bring Tim along on a trip, Bruce was sure. They probably though he’d get underfoot, or something.

Admittedly, he probably would get underfoot. He was ten. And Bruce had a week full of meetings ahead of him. Tim was going to get bored within the first hour of meetings, but at least he’d learn that business trips for Bruce lasted exactly as long as he promised they would.

“Hurry,” Bruce said, “Or we’ll be late. I’ll get you some travel stuff you’ll need, okay?”

Even with that, Tim still hesitated, so Bruce said, rather authoritatively, “Go,” and Tim sprang into action, out the room and up the stairs.

“No fair,” Jason whined, once Bruce turned around to face whichever kid didn’t leave to give Tim privacy, “Why does he get to come? I want to come.”

Bruce was not dealing with two kids on the trip.

“Jay,” he said through a sigh, deciding to just be blunt about it, “Do you have abandonment issues?”

“Maybe,” Jason said, crossing his arms and jutting a lip out at Bruce, “You don’t know my life.”

He might not know every detail of Jason’s life, but he knew enough to know Jason would not be scarred deeply by Bruce leaving him with Alfred for five days.

“Jay,” he said again, as he wrapped an arm around Jason, “He’s terrified I’m going to leave and not come back for months. I’m just going to show him what happens on business trips, which is a lot of boring meetings, and prove that I stick to my schedule, okay? Next time he’ll want to stay here, because here is more fun.”

“Fine,” Jason exclaimed, in feigned annoyance as he pushed Bruce back off him, “But you better bring back something super cool.”

Laughing, Bruce pat Jason’s head and said, “I’ll call you tonight like always.”

“Kay.”

#the best things #wip monday #is that a thing #it's wip monday right now #tim drake #bruce wayne #1200k words

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gizkasparadise · 4 years

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cdrama rec/review: go ahead

KDRAMA AND CDRAMA MASTER LIST OF REVIEWS

Series: go ahead Episodes: 40 Genres: family, healing/melodrama, slice of life, romance Spoilers in the Rec: for the first 20% ish/set-up If You Like, You’ll Like: reply 1988, le coup de foudre, find yourself (same production company/main male actor), rain or shine/just between lovers, found family stories, meet again stories

Rank: 10/10** (see Drawbacks section)

PREMISE

widower hai chao and his 6 year old daughter jian jian live happily above his noodle restaurant despite the recent, tragic death of his wife. one day, dysfunction junction a married couple (he ping, a police officer, and chen ting, a real piece of work) move into the same building with their 7 year old son, ling xiao. immediately, jian jian attaches herself to ling xiao, who is unexpectedly grim for a small child.

because ling xiao’s family is less-than-healthily grieving the loss of their youngest child, ling xiao’s sister who died in a terrible accident. The Apartment of Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms eventually implodes, ending with chen ting abandoning her husband and son. he ping, suddenly a single father, and hai chao come to a friendly partnership that is clearly alluding to gay marriage where they co-raise both of their kids--hai chao as the primary caregiver, and he ping supporting them financially through his job as a policeman.

meanwhile, the neighborhood busybody is dead-set on getting hia chao remarried. eventually she introduces him to a divorced single mother, he mei, and her son zi qiu, who is ling xiao’s age. they sort of start to date, but it culminates in he mei skipping town and leaving zi qiu behind. hai chao, man with a heart of gold, informally adopts him and zi qiu becomes jianjian’s foster brother.

from there, the trio grow up happily and become inseparable. but once zi qiu and ling xiao graduate high school, the bullshit parade their respective childhood skeletons reappear in their lives. circumstances lead to the boys moving overseas, leaving jianjian and their fathers behind.

they reunite after 9 years, when the boys return to a home where they hope to pick things back up from where they left off. things are more complicated than that, as jianjian finds herself in a new life and surrounded by new people.

MAIN CHARACTERS

li jian jian

hai chao’s daughter and the only girl in the family. she attended the required short-hair-low-grades training program required of all cdrama youth female leads. super positive and outgoing, as well as the youngest of the three pseudo-siblings, jian jian grows up spoiled and over protected by her father and brothers, and as a result is completely devastated once her family falls apart. it’s so sad.

after the time skip, she’s an on-the-verge successful artist who makes woodcarvings, and exudes big art bro energy. inhales sugar like it’s nobody’s business. she inherited her father’s disease called caring too much, and it’s incurable!!

ling xiao

the eldest brother and resident fun police. ling xiao comes from a seriously toxic home that finally seems to improve once his mother leaves. but then she comes back. fucking great. introverted to the point of being withdrawn to anyone but his chosen family, ling xiao’s had to carry a lot of emotional weight that takes a larger and larger toll on him as the series progresses. please get this boy some therapy.

becomes a dentist because jian jian needs one. wears a lot of monochromatic outfits with low necklines because heavy angst but make it fashion. has been in love with jian jian since high school and is still carrying that torch 9 years later.

he zi qiu

the middle child who grows up in hai chao and jian jian’s home, and is her foster brother in all but paperwork. hotheaded, zi qiu and jian jian basically share two brain cells that ling xiao routinely takes from them for safekeeping. he spoils jian jian, sneaking her snacks and junk food and wants to become a pastry chef so he can open a sweet shop for her!!

my favorite character. just wants to be wanted 8( him and hai chao’s relationship is my favorite dynamic in the series. will sob while driving a pink moped. is too proud to beg

li hai chao (left) and ling he ping (right)

the greatest (hai chao) and okayest (he ping) dads in the world! noodle dad/hai chao has never done anything wrong in his life, ever, and we know this and we love him. he ping isn’t a bad person, but demonstrates pretty classic absentee parenting/isn’t as emotionally present in his son’s life as hai chao. hai chao is the heart of the family, and would do anything for his kids 8(

SOME SUPPORT CHARACTERS

tang can (left) and qiu ming yue (right)

jian jian’s #GirlGang and roommates. they, like literally everyone in this drama, have some severe mom issue hang-ups. tang can (left) is a former child actress who is struggling with her lack of success as an adult and gives well-meaning but absolutely terrible advice on the regular.

ming yue (right) is jian jian’s best friend since childhood and as an adult is trying to break free from her mother’s controlling nature--she’s also had a thing for ling xiao for the last 9 years. raises fish for symbolism purposes.

chen ting

ling xiao’s mom and certified garbage human. unable to cope with the death of her daughter that was her fault lbr, she abandons her family and disappears for ten years. she forces her way back into ling xiao’s life when he turns 18, where it’s revealed that she’s remarried and ling xiao has a younger half-sister chengzi (”little orange”). shit goes down, and soon ling xiao is forced to move back to singapore to serve as primary caregiver to both his mother who abandoned him and the half sister he barely knows.

emotionally abusive and basically hits every single square on the toxic parent bingo card. i just. i just hate her. even typing this out is making me mad.

he mei

zi qiu’s mother. after a few dates with hai chao, she ends up ditching her kid and disappearing for unknown reasons. is a slightly better parent than chen ting but that’s like saying some poison kills you slower. the show tries to bring us around on her but it didnt work for me.

SOME OTHERS

zhuang bei, zi qiu’s best friend growing up who i would like a lot less if he wasn’t played by the same actor who played my beloved dachuan

zheng shuran, jian jian’s first boyfriend and fellow artist who’s got a weird thing for women’s waists and pretentious artists’ statements

du juan, jian jian’s friend who co-owns their woodworking studio. has absolute trash taste in men

chengzi, ling xiao’s half-sister who can be a brat but dear god does she need to be protected/saved

**DRAWBACKS

so this is a weird one for me. what i didn’t like i really didn’t like, but what i loved i really loved. ultimately, the factors/uniqueness of this show and the loveability of the main characters outweighed the negatives and it’s one of my favorite dramas.

THAT SAID. i got some #thoughts on this one.

first, there are literally no positive mother figures in this show. not a damn one. they are all negligent or controlling at best or down right abusive at worst. no woman over 30 is portrayed positively and that’s a big No from me.

the last 10 eps have some pacing issues and focus on the wrong people. spending the remaining episodes focused on one of the most universally hated characters vs. the main family was a bad move

the show tried to redeem or make us sympathize with characters that were, to me, completely irredeemable. one case is worse than the other, but both of them were terrible people that deserved to be cut out of the main family’s lives.

REASONS TO WATCH

the main family. the characters are so wonderful and nuanced, and their dynamics with one another were amazing. you’ll fall in love with hai chao aka noodle dad and the trio. they go through so many trials but they still stick together and it’s ultimately a healing drama and i loved it very much.

the central romance was less in focus, but the pining is enough to make jane austen emerge from the grave. i loved the leads together, and while LOL ling xiao’s attachment to jian jian was not always healthy, they supported each other and it made me smile. i love me a tortured pining dude.

#Acting. everyone played their parts to perfection. the child actors in particular were so well-cast (esp baby zi qiu)

the soundtrack lmao. you watch the opening credits and know you’ll need to buckle up

idk it’s a very unique show, and i haven’t seen one like it. reply 1988 comes close, but it doesn’t tackle the same issues and it was all just very real and earnest.

Final Thoughts.

GOODNIGHT, GOOODBYYYYYE MY CHILDREEEEEEEN

#go ahead #song weilong #zhang xincheng #tan songyun #cdrama #gizka does kdrama

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abbystanaccount · 3 years

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Owen’s Aquarium Analysis

I was thinking about the various aspects of Owen’s Aquarium when it’s at its peak, during the Winter visit, and I just wanted to talk about it, throw some of my thoughts and interpretations out there.

This is where Owen has frequented for the past three years whenever he wanted to get away from the WLF. Abby has maybe been there a few times since their first discovery, but she hasn’t been in a long time. Personally I LOVE the way Owen reacts when he first sees her at the door. He’s very surprised, she asks him a question and it takes a second to answer because he’s busy thinking of how happy he is that she showed up at his home, the place he’s found solace in for the past few years.

The Aquarium is basically representative of Owen’s mind and his headspace. Owen’s in a pretty good spot when Abby comes to visit him in this flashback. He has games set up, he’s completely cleaned up the Aquarium trying to making it homey. But the fantastical set up is also a bit of a façade, Owen still has some issues with where he is in the world. His relationship with Mel is good (she can be really sweet sometimes), but Owen is hesitant to talk about Mel because whenever Abby is here, that’s all he can really focus on. When Abby gets there, all he wants to do now is hang out with her because he missed her. They’re playful, bantering, flirting a little, giving each other a hard time, it’s the Abby/Owen way 😌. He has a “selective memory”, and this Aquarium has many of his good memories.

The hooch. In this flashback and the present we see Owen drinking his homemade hooch, here it’s in celebration that Abby came to visit, later it’s because he’d drowning his sorrows. The fact that he makes his own alcohol, has a beer pong table, and can stand the taste of the hooch while Abby can’t, points to him drinking at least somewhat frequently.

I’d also like to equate the hooch to his dreams of sailing away from it all and finding the Fireflies again. Owen has been making his own hooch and has also been trying to convince the other Salt Lake Crew that they should all look into the leads about the Fireflies. Up at the cafe when he offers Abby some, he enjoys it and he invites her to stay and see the view, Abby rejects both things like she did his notion of finding the Fireflies. Later on the boat he is consumed in his idea to leave and find the Fireflies (parallel to his drinking), then when he offers Abby some and to come sail away she declines.

Owen’s mural... he adds to Max’s mural and creates Salt Lake City on the wall, you can see the zebra’s and giraffe’s from Abby and Ellie’s memories in the foreground. The zebra memory and being in St Mary’s with Abby before Joel arrived were the last real happy memories they had, the last time they were still innocent and carefree. Owen memorializes these happy times through his art and puts it in a place he can look at frequently.

Abby also has a similar landscape painting she took from her dad’s office, it might also but of Salt Lake City, so she much like Owen kept those memories close. However I don’t know if Owen painted this one too, might be a little weird to paint your supervisor and secret gf’s dad a painting, idk. 🤷‍♀️

In relation to the Aquarium being like Owen’s mind, Owen projects to the world he’s happy with Mel, he tries to not think about Abby and get hung up on her, but because she still exists, she’s still around, that’s very hard for him. He is hesitant to write Abby on the board even though he says Mel won’t care, he knows that Mel will a bit, because it’s announcing that Abby was here. I feel like it had often been a discussion between Owen and Mel whether or not Owen was over Abby and Owen tried to convince her and himself he was, but it’s really not true.

Owen is a really sweet and creative person, he’d much rather be chilling in his Aquarium, getting it nice, or painting a mural or sketching (like his drawing of Abby). He warms up the entire place, except for maybe the hole in the roof he thinks it too much work to finish. That’s probably very true, he is only one guy, but even besides the hole Owen shows an intense dedication to making the place fun, he lugged over party supplies seemingly by himself.

Owen also doesn’t let anyone really know about the Aquarium. Manny only knew at the end because Abby told him, and Nora only knew from Manny. So for years it was just Owen’s thing. He offers to let Abby come “if she’s nice to him,’ he does want to share with her. It’s open to interpretation that maybe she never returned until this point because of her “skeleton” comment but I don’t like that so I like to think she did come back at least a few times, maybe it was less cleaned up though. It seems like since they broke up though, Owen has dedicated time to improving his Aquarium and starting anew. Once Owen starts dating Mel he eventually shows her the Aquarium and he hopes she’ll embrace it more than Abby did, which she does.

Their relationship became draining because of Abby’s revenge mission, and after they break up they both dedicate themselves to new things, Abby really ramps up her training and Scar killing, Owen tries to build a relationship with Mel and transform his Aquarium into something he can enjoy and live it. The issue there is Abby’s mission is just digging her deeper into a hole, and Owen can’t move on with Mel when Abby exists and he’s still in love and hung up on her.

This shot is pretty obvious, Abby is right in front of the Mel stocking, blocking it out. In another timeline where she wasn’t so caught up with Joel, it would have been her stocking there instead of Mel’s, Owen would have decorated the Aquarium for her and not Mel, and I think she sees that here. She’s even facing the Ferris wheel where they first ran away to. Owen is looking at this entire scene, and he can see it as well, it’s a gut punch to him that these are the circumstances.

Owen still wants Abby to move on, he was overjoyed to have her visit him, play his archery game, just chat. It’s a rude awakening when he finds out she was there to just tell him that they’d found a lead on Joel, and that she’d already told the rest of the Crew including Mel about it. He’s feeling a bit betrayed by Abby here and pressured to join them. Owen wants what Abby wants, but he already sees how much pain its caused her and he doesn’t want more people than necessary getting hurt. But everyone else already said they would go and at one point or another he promised Abby they were in this together, and he’d never go back on his word for her.

I just want to touch on the state of the Aquariums when we see it, when we first see the Aquarium it’s not really Owen’s yet, it’s been abandoned and he had yet to put his work into it. Then three years later, it’s full his and representative of who he is. We see it after Jackson too, but it’s much more subdued and dreary because he’s been suffering mentally. If you focus on Owen during the Joel torture scenes you can really see how shook he was seeing Abby shoot Joel’s leg off, and he had to leave the room with Mel while she tortured Joel. Owen blames himself for not stopping her on this revenge quest, she’s finally doing it and it’s horrible to watch.

Afterwards, Owen has retreated from others completely. The others are pissed at him when he disagreed about letting Ellie and Tommy go. How Abby behaved scared him. He doesn’t even want the new life with Mel, he just wants out of here by himself, everything else is too painful. When he shoots Danny, Owen realizes leaving is his only option is to go because he can’t stand to be in the WLF anymore. Owen wants to go back to a time when he was happy and working towards a real cause: the Fireflies. He still faces major hurdles though, the boat is broken and the WLF are going to come after him. Abby finds him curled up, retreated as far as he can go into his safe place. Waiting for someone to come and kill him for what he did.

Then last time we go to the Aquarium, it is completely silent, eerie, and dead, Owen’s dreams of escaping to a better, happier life, shattered.

Sorry to end it on depression but that’s how it is 💔 except in happier au’s like mine lol.

Also side note, Abby saying “of course” when she sees the boat light on and not assuming he’s in the cafe or something, makes me think they returned there together at some point and more spent time there. So maybe that’s a less sad note.

#meta #analysis #Owen Moore #abby x owen #owen

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Can I ask you some questions about Ethan and Genevieve I discovered your page a week ago just finished all the fics I'm interested in your version of the characters

Oph MC is usually seen as flawless and perfect (like every other MC in choices) what are some bad habits or flaws your MC has and we know Ethan's flaws he is one of the few li's who have actual flaws but still I'd like to know your Ethan's flaws which are personal or you have imagined them. (English is not my first language can't explain my request more clearly than this)

Do you see them married with kids in the future ( ik the marriage part you have a fic about it but here is what I specifically want. both of their opinions on this matter before meeting each other and after spending a year or two dating)

Does Ethan have extended family that you have created like a cousin he is very close to or a best friend (if yes can you make a fic where Genevieve meets this best friend or cousin?)

Any hobbies or skills Genevieve has?(like sketching or piano or something idk why Genevieve gives me piano vibes)

Which med school did you have Genevieve go to?

Are they fresh air kind of people or city air kind of

Do they believe in aliens

Opinions on pineapple on pizza

And last but not the least body language ( signs their body gives off when they are anxious, scared, happy and excited)

Ik they are a lot of questions and you probably hate me for making you answer this question air but either way love your work♥️♥️✨💫

Yes! You can always ask me questions and I LOVE these questions. I’m very attached to Gen lol so I’m always willing to talk about her!

Thank you for reading all my things!

And I don’t hate you for all the questions, I answered every single one, under the read more because they got lengthy. lol

First Question:

I definitely don’t see Gen as perfect. I’ve kind of put a lot of myself in her, which I’ve never done with any other MC I’ve played. I kind of see Gen as as a perfectionist, to the point where she gets in her own way. She also, like Ethan, tends to put everyone’s problems on her shoulders and feels responsible for thing that are way out of her control. And though Gen is patient, sometimes too patient, she can hold a grudge. It’s unhealthy and she knows that, but she has a hard time over coming it. Like with Landry, deep down Gen wants to let it go and move on. But there’s a small part of her that will always feel angry and betrayed. Gen’s also not one to put her own needs ahead of others, it’s rare that she’ll ask for what she needs, unless she 100% trusts the person she’s confiding in. (I have a headcanon where her dad cheated on her mom when she was in high school, they didn’t get a divorce, but Gen was the one who discovered the affair and it left a sort of trust/abandonment issue.) She can be rather clingy in a relationship, at first, something Ethan was annoyed with, he’s rather independent I think, but once he understood where that was coming from it didn’t bother him as much. It was just Gen’s way of reassuring herself that Ethan was hers, that he wasn’t going anywhere. Plus her love language is physical touch/affection and spending time together.

As for Ethan, I think he’s a very closed off person, has a hard time trusting people. He absolutely will push someone away, not because he necessarily wants to, but in order to protect himself. For me, I think one of the main reasons why he didn’t dive 100% into a relationship with MC was his fear that he’d lose them. That they would walk out the same way his mother did. I also think he’s way too stubborn and has a hard time admitting when he’s wrong. He won’t be the first to back down in a fight, even if that means it makes him unhappy.

Second Question:

I absolutely see Ethan and Genevieve married with kids. Gen has always wanted to get married, always wanted to be a mother. She’s had a pinterest board since high school thats dedicated to her dream wedding lol. When she found out Ethan wasn’t 100% on board with marriage, she was bummed. But at the same time, she was/is willing to let that go if it meant she could be with him. As long as she has Ethan, she doesn’t need a ring. Gen’s also always believed in soulmates and fate, she knew after their kiss in Miami that Ethan was her soulmate.

As for Ethan, I think deep down he’s always wanted kids but never saw them as an option because he never thought he’d find the right person to settle down with. I think that also ties into his past with his mom. Same with marriage, when he wasn’t in love, it didn’t make sense to him. But once he was, realized he never wanted to lose Gen, he understood it. Once he recognized how much he loves Gen, he wanted everything with her. Marriage, kids, all of it. With MC/Gen he realized he could be the parent he wanted to be.

I have a scene in chapter 3 or 4, I can’t remember which, in Love You Home where Ethan and Gen have the marriage/kids talk.

Third Question:

I think Ethan has an extended family. We don’t know much about his parents, if they are only children or not, but I think either his mom or dad has a sibling or two. They’re definitely not close at all, he probably doesn’t see them. But they exist. Gen’s influence definitely persuades him to reach out, in the same way she influenced him to give his mom a second chance.

As for a best friend? I don’t think he has one, I think Naveen is his closest friend at the moment. But I would love for him to get back in touch with maybe a childhood friend or friends from collage. Maybe even become friends with some fellow attendings at Edenbrook. Again, I think have Gen/MC around has really opened his eyes to different things and realizing how important friendships and relationships really are.

And at some point I may write something for that.

Fourth Question:

I love that you see Gen as a piano person because I also see Gen as a piano person. She doesn’t play much now, lack of access to a piano and too busy with work but she does know how to play. She also speaks a baby bit of french, not enough to be fluent but enough to understand her maternal grandparents (they’re first language is french, so they speak it interchangeably with english). I also think she’s a pretty decent singer, she did choir in middle/high school.

As for hobbies, Gen is super into photography. She’s not the greatest, but she loves it. It ties into her being a super sentimental person, she likes to have tangible memories. She also loves journaling, she definitely has a bullet journal that she does herself. It’s relaxing for her, after a stressful day. And I don’t know if you’d count make up as a hobby, but Gen is super into it. On the daily, she really only wears eyeliner, mascara and a light lipstick, but on her days off she experiments and does more intricate looks. I have a headcanon where Ethan comes home and sees Gen in like a super dark lip with a kickass winged liner, very femme fatale, and he’s shookith.

Fifth Question:

I go back and fourth on what med school Gen went too, I googled top 100 med schools when I started open heart so I could pick a good one for her lmao Its a toss up between University of California or University of Pennsylvania. Gen is from New England, she grew up on the coast of Maine - not too far from Providence actually. So I sometimes think UPenn because Gen would want to be close to her family. But then sometimes I say Cali because she wanted the adventure of going off on her own. At some point I’m going to have to choose obviously but where not there yet lol Still a toss up.

Sixth Question:

Genevieve is absolutely a fresh air girl. She loves the beach and being outdoors. Boston is a bit of a change for her, being a city but it doesn’t take long to find some country air here in New England so she gets both. lol

Seventh Question:

LMAO I love this question. I never thought of this but you know what Gen absolutely believes in aliens. Not in a weird conspiracy kind of way, more in a scientific kind of way. There’s no way Earth is the only planet in the galaxy to have life. The galaxy is freakin huge, scientifically there is no way we’re the only planet with life.

Eighth Question:

Pineapple on pizza is a crime. End of story. No one should ever have pineapple on pizza. No just...no.

Ninth/ Last Question:

I’m going to answer this for each of the things you listed in your question.

Anxious: It’s very easy to see when Gen is feeling this way, at least to Ethan and her friends. She retreats inward and does this like twisting motion with her fingers. Like cracking your knuckles but not actually cracking your knuckles. She’ll also bite the corner of her lip.

Scared: Gen doesn’t scare easy, but when she does she kind of hugs herself, makes herself smaller. Will hide behind things or run away. She’s a flight not a fight when scared. Especially if its like a spider, bug or snake - she’s terrified of those. That’s a freeze or run and scream situation.

Happy: Super easy to tell when Gen is happy. She gets really smiley, a little bouncy. One of those people that does that little happy dance of swaying back and forth.

Excited: Same as happy, big smiles. Jumps around. a little dancing. Lots of giggling.

I’m gonna add one more here, for shipping purposes lol

In Love: Gen is affectionate af, very touchy. She’ll show you how much she loves her way before she ever says it. Ethan realized she was in love with him months before she said it. Just by how much more open she was with physical affection. Always gently touching his arm, or kissing his cheek, always willing to hug him or snuggle in close.

Thank you so so so much for the questions, these were so fun to answer! Feel free to drop in any time. I love Gen and Ethan so much, I will always answer any questions you want to ask me about them.

#asked and answered #ethan x gen #ethan ramsey x mc #genevieve mcclure #open heart #open heart mc #fireycookie

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delusionland · 3 years

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CASSROSE FOR THE SHIP MEME COWARD idk if it's all of the questions or i'm supposed to choose one but y'know i'll let you decide

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

Cass & Rose first met when Rose tried to kill her! She was currently in the middle of her Dad’s WORST abuse. Cass spent the whole fight thinking about the parallels between them---two fucked up girls with even more fucked up Dads, still wanting their approval, still wanting to be Good to them.

What was their first impression of each other?

Cass didn’t stick around long enough to get Rose’s impression of her---but Cass’s impression of her was that they were mirror images---and that was beyond just the fact that Rose could copy her every move. She would never admit it, but there was something exciting about the fight. She felt like she was trying to beat the sense back into her---trying to beat the sense back into herself, remind herself that daughters are more than the Fathers they loved, girls are more than men & their approval, and people are more than killing---even as she stabbed Rose not in the back---but right in the neck.

But Cass also couldn’t help thinking she was beautiful. She couldn’t help thinking her moves, the way she moved her body---was perfect in so many ways, a fine-oiled machine. She was impressive. Better than so many other people she’d fought, so many grown men---if only she could see that.

Cass can’t wait for Rose to snap out of it, to come to Cass on her own terms, to fight her again as her own person, like Cass feels she is... mostly her own. She wants to feel the full brunt of who Rose is through her moves. Not just copying---but her passion, her tension, her strength, unhindered by what Daddy wants.

She wants to be infinite with her. She wants to bite & claw & rip. She wants Rose to show no mercy---no hesistation. She never wants Rose to worry about what her Dad thinks of her moves again. Because Cass sees her as capable of so much more.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Steph thought it was hot, Tim was okay with it, since Rose then became a Teen Titan. But Bruce did NOT approve.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Cass. Love at first tremble, love at first cartoonishly cry for ‘Daddy.’ How can someone so broken match you so well? Sometimes loving someone is also... an attempt to love the part of you you see mirrored in them, that hurts you, but you feel is still worthy of love. Cass wants to ‘fix’ Rose. But she also wants to see her wild & free & strong, and that’s what love is to Cass. Being yourself.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Nah, because it started out as sexy murder times and then calmed down to ‘I’m tired. You want food?’ And then just... blossomed naturally.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

I think Rose would laugh, but I think a part of Cass would agree. She’s never met a match for her quite like Rose. If they’re not soulmates---they’re definitely twin spirits, seperated in two different worlds & bodies, that met each other again. Cass isn’t particularly superstitious, but she thinks that, at least, MUST be true.

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Cass initiated. She saw the hesitation in Rose to leave, and just... offered she stayed. When Rose touched her and melted closer, she kissed her, and their bodies---tired from battling their perfect match, melted like butter together, into limbs & sweaty skin into a salve of satisfaction.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Cass introduced Rose to ‘rooftop tag’ with Steph. This was also Cass’s way of asking Steph’s approval. They all had so much fun together, though Rose initially didn’t understand what was going on.

What was their first kiss like?

It wasn’t magical. It was the most natural thing. Just the thing they were supposed to do, because they wanted to. It was the next step, the next logical leap. When you want to touch someone---in every possible way---to rough girls like these, first you fight, then you touch, then you kiss.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Not on Cass’s end at least.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Cass is 5′7″, so a little taller. Rose is sllightly older mabe?

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Cass has fucked Deathstroke up and wil AGAIN.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Cass, Rose can be kind of awkward. Cass never does so in a convention manner, however. She is silly & endearing and floats through life with a sense that everything will go right---because nothing can be worse than it used to be.

Who gets jealous easier?

Rose.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

BOTH.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Rose. And Cass repeated it back in a whisper, just for her to hear. Words are hard for Cass, they’re special. Cass had thought Rose always knew she loved her---that they didn’t have to say it. Words take things to a new dimension of reality that Cass was never privy to. Unlike the ‘real world’ of feelings & bodies, sometimes words feel like too much, too tenative, too scary. But Cass trusts those words with Rose, and only Rose.

What are their primary love languages?

TOUCH. And gifts!

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Cass LOVES cheesy pick-up lines and uses them with WILD ABANDON to make Rose blush!

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

ANY TIME CASS CAN GET AWAY WITH IT.

Who initiates kisses?

USUALLY CASS, SHE JUST LOVES TO KISS HER GF!

Who’s the big and little spoon?

Cass will physically fight to be big spoon. And she WILL win. This is LIFE OR DEATH!

What are their favorite things to do together?

Fight, playfight, and cuddle while listening watching Cass’s language youtube pages. (She’s trying to learn sign language and Mandarin.) They also like to cook together. But mostly Cass likes to eat her food, even though it’s WAY too spicy for her most of the time. They also like to play pranks on the Batboys / Titans. Cass tries to force Rose to come dancing with her, also, at punk shows.

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Cass is, probably, unless Rose needs WORDS. In which case, Steph is lol.

Who’s more protective?

Rose. Cass believes Rose can protect herself.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

PHYSICAL!

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

we fell in love in october / girl in red

daddy issues / the neighborhood

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

cass calls rose ‘copycat.’

Who remembers the little things?

ROSE PROBABLY.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

ROSE...

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

they have a small wedding and only invite GIRLS and alfred. it is streamed in the batcave but the boys are not allowed to come!!!!!

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

oof. i don’t see them having kids tbh. too much trauma. they end up having their own sidekicks eventually, though, and they kind of get adopted lol.

Do they have any pets?

a cat that cass also calls copycat squared just to make fun of rose. it is missing one eye.

Who’s the stricter parent?

cass!!!!

Who worries the most?

rose!!!

Who kills the bugs in the house?

cass!!!

How do they celebrate holidays?

they just eat a lot of food and have sex tbh. after patrol, of course. the worst crimes happen on holidays!

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

cass refuses to wake up any earlier than 2pm.

Who’s the better cook?

ROSE.

Who likes to dance?

CASS!

#ooc: replies #yoakkemae

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Do you take lessons for anything? No. I’ve done so in the past, but not at the moment.

Has something really heavy ever fallen on you? Other than siblings or cousins from when we played together as kids, I don’t think so.

If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? I never wear makeup but whenever my friends have used my face as a practice stage (lol) they’ve usually just used natural or nude-ish colors, which I find look okay on me.

Does your shower have curtains or a glass door/wall? It has a sliding door. I’m not sure what material it’s made out of, but I can tell you it’s at least not glass.

If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? Cooper does tend to bark and/or whine when he sees me giving more attention to Kimi, but not always. Kimi couldn’t give less of a crap, but this is also because he is 13.

Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? I used to not like being inside my bedroom, especially after the breakup. For a long time it was a place I only associated with crying and breakdowns, so when I was doing the arduous task of starting over I haaaaated staying there because it only hurled me right back to square one. But I’m happy to say that I eventually got better, had enough strength to change the narrative for my room, and now I like being here again :)

Do you remember the last question you were asked? What did you answer? My mom just asked me to watch Cooper because he was having the zoomies.

Besides salt and butter, do you put anything on your popcorn? Not a big fan of popcorn but if I had to pick a topping, I’d go with cheddar cheese.

Are you lonely? I’ll feel it sometimes, but it only lasts for a moment or so.

What’s your favorite magazine to read? Wow I haven’t read a magazine in years.

Do you like pineapple? I hate it. In all forms. The pizza debate doesn’t even matter to me lmao, I just think pineapple downright sucks.

Have you ever seen fireflies? They used to be common in our village when we first moved in, back when there were only like 3 houses in the neighborhood (we were one of the first to move in here). As more houses were built and the place got more occupied the fireflies gradually lessened until they disappeared altogether.

Have you ever trespassed? I very vividly remember taking multiple trips to the school cemetery back in grade school (I went to Catholic school and ours had a cemetery below our chapel, where all our deceased nuns were housed...I really shouldn’t be talking about this at 10 PM...). I am 100% sure that was an off-limits area but we went there anyway because we were a naughty group of kids and because no one was guarding the area.

Do you tell your parents where you are going? Yeah; if I live with them, they have the right to know. < Ooh, I’ve never even thought about it this way before but this is a very good point. I’ll second this, haha.

Do you agree with the notion that all people were created equal? Yes.

Do you raise your hand or participate in class? God never. I hid as much as I can and only recited if I was called on purpose.

Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not? I like the malls that we have. But then again, malls are the only decent public spaces we have - we don’t have public libraries, parks, playgrounds, etc. – so it’s not like I have a choice on where I can go if I want to go out.

Have you ever purposely hurt an animal? Yeah I kill bugs when I see them. Soz, I have no feelings for them whatsoever.

Would you ever see a therapist? I planned to finally do this last year but it just fell through haha and eventually I was able to care for myself too. Now that I’m doing a lot better for the most part, I feel like I’d have no clue what to talk about once faced with one.

Are you afraid of heights? Only if I had to jump all the way down. But if I ever found myself staying at an extreme height simply to enjoy the view, or if I was ever in one of those towers where the top floor’s floor is made out of glass, I think I would enjoy that.

Are you afraid of the dark? I always say I’m usually not afraid of the dark, and will only be if I was in a situation that was intended to scare me. I would definitely be afraid of the dark if I was in like an abandoned cave or a haunted house, but I would also find the darkness in my room comforting.

Are you a jealous person? When I am it’s mostly been in a playful sense and rarely serious.

When is your birthday? April 21st.

What are you listening to right now? My very very old aircon doing its very very loud whirring thing. It’s become a running joke in the family because it is literally SO FUCKING LOUD hahahaha Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? As a goody-goody, I can only ever do this to my mom; but yeah, she’s caught me many times.

Are you still friends with someone from kindergarten? Sure, but I’m not ~close friends with any of them. Just chummy enough to like their photos on social media once in a while or greet them happy birthday. My oldest friend was from Grade 1.

What is the most important thing to you? Being happy with myself and making sure I don’t miss out on life and opportunities.

Do you like whipped cream? I can take it or leave it.

Are you close to your mother? We get along but not close.

Are you close to your father? I’m closer to him in the sense that I would be more comfortable around him, but we’re also not physically or emotionally close.

Do you walk around bare foot when you're at home? Or do you wear socks? I am Asian hahaha what do you think?

Do you like chocolate popsicles? Sure! One would sound lovely right now, actually.

Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume? Both of the schools I’ve attended don’t have mascots.

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Great Wall for sure. Sorry but I can’t see myself getting excited over a giant clock, and I’m sure there are other lovely spots in London I’d much rather visit.

Have you ever written a poem? Always unsuccessfully. It’s never been my forte.

Would you ever be a tornado chaser? That’s a thing? Uh...no way??

What is your favorite thing to eat with bbq sauce, if you even like that stuff? Pizza. And anything, I guess. Barbecue sauce is the bomb.

Your parents tell you that this summer, you get to pick the vacation. Where do you plan to go? Covid notwithstanding and budget permitting, probably New York City.

What do you think is a good theme for a prom? I could not care less.

Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? Thankfully, never.

Do you get nervous when you go to the doctor? About what? You know, I’ve always thought going to the doctor was no sweat until I realized just how nervous I was when I had to book a telemedicine consultation once as part of my job (PR can make you do the most random, out of context things sometimes, I swear haha). I surprised even myself with the reaction I had when I found out I had to do it, and how I felt like declining the offer...I guess I was scared about the possibility of underlying health issues suddenly being unearthed. Your whole life can always get turned upside down in the blink of an eye with just one diagnosis.

Have you ever been to the rainforest? I’m pretty sure the climate I live in is called tropical rainforest, so I guess yeah.

Have you ever created a website? Not from scratch. I had always made it under an umbrella website, like Blogspot.

Ever thought about writing a book? Sure, as a kid.

Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone? No. Whenever I have dreams of that nature it’s always me or a loved one being killed, but never me doing the killing.

Do you ever make up stories in your head and wish they come true? Yes.

Which is worse: stuffy nose or runny nose? Stuffy. It sucks not being able to breathe freely.

Which is worse: Sick to your stomach or sore throat? I super hate sore throat. I already get stomachaches frequently, so even though I know how sucky it can be I feel like the discomfort would be bigger with a sore throat.

Do you think your last relationship was a disaster? The way it ended was, but it wouldn’t be fair to myself to invalidate the genuine happiness I felt when I was in it.

Have you ever solved a Rubik’s Cube? Never.

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to? Angela.

Would you consider yourself to be emo? No.

Do you have a favourite metal band or do you not like metal? Not really, no.

What is your current desktop picture? It’s just one of the provided desktop photos on my Mac.

Thick or thin blanket? Thick.

Who are your favorite bands? Paramore, Coldplay, and Against Me!

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? Depends on my mood. Sometimes I’ll strike through and sometimes I’ll go ahead and encircle the entire word altogether.

Have you ever sewn something? I’ve done embroidery...does that count?

What did you eat for dinner last night? We had breakfast for dinner, actually hahaha so my dad made an omelette, hotdogs, and tapa.

Ever been grounded? If so, for what? Continued from last night. Yes, I was caught cursing all over Twitter when I was like 11 so my parents cut off my access to all my gadgets for a year or so. Which, in retrospect, is an acceptable consequence for my actions, but we’re also talking about a time when schools were starting to view the internet as a necessity in doing homework and research. I missed out on nearly all my homework for a while, and my mom didn’t buy it when I kept telling her I needed to do my research over the internet. At the same time, she kept demanding why my grades weren’t doing so well when she was the reason they kept being pulled down...so yep, not a very fun time.

Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? No and I don’t really have the desire to. Doesn’t seem like my kind of movie.

When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) Maybe 2 or 3 years ago.

Have you ever drank Cherry Coke? No, I don’t drink any soda.

Have you ever had a black eye? Nope.

Have you ever eaten a bug? Not to my recollection, but I would love to try cooked crickets and whatever bug can be prepared and eaten.

Do you like pranking people? Never; the idea makes me cringe since I never know when it’s considered going too far. I’d rather watch people prank other people.

Did you ever take a cooking class in school? Yeah, but we were required to take it. We also had some baking sessions, which to me was a lot more fun. I remember having to make macarons and rainbow cake which are both right up my alley, heehee.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? No, idk what that is. I just know people turn everything green on that day lol.

Do you use Skype? I’ve never used Skype on my own. That’s where I used to talk to my dad for video calls maybe around a decade ago, whenever he was abroad; but I never had my own account. These days I alternate among Microsoft Teams, Google Meet, or Zoom.

Have you ever participated in local magazine cover girl searches? I don’t think so, but I did join a few contests on some of those kid’s magazines we used to have...none of which I won.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? I haven’t seen her in 5 months, which helps...that said, I simply feel nothing. I’m neither sexually attracted nor not sexually attracted to her.

Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had. I can think of one but I don’t see the point in still raising it, considering where I am in life right now.

Have you ever cheated on a test? Yes, once. I hated it.

Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? Nope.

How often does your employer ask you to work overtime? A few times a week. Sometimes I’ll do it willingly as well just to get the task over with or to save myself some deliverables the next morning. I’m fine with OT-ing tbh; since I work from home, I feel like my time is a lot more flexible.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? I read A LOOOOOT as a kid. I was a total bookworm. < Yeah, same. You could always find me bringing a book to school and reading during breaks, even though they technically didn’t allow us to bring any non-academic book. My spark for reading died when I was around 12, same time as when my depression started to kick in, and it never really came back.

When was the last time you were scared? Someone from the media called me up yesterday VIA LANDLINE to ask a question about a press release I had sent out that day. I usually read up on the materials we have, but I honestly didn’t give a shit about that particular story and didn’t really make an effort to know more about it, so I found myself stumped when he dropped the question. I ended up stalling for a bit before I was able to stutter an answer, so that was scary, but at least he was nice. Also, I hate phone calls.

What’s your favorite song by Rihanna? KISS IT KISS IT BETTER

Can you speak binary? No, I never understood it.

Would you rather live somewhere that had hurricanes or tornadoes? I already do, at least for hurricanes. I imagine I’d be terrified of tornadoes.

Have you ever had a pet that you disliked? Nooooooo, never. I was never close to Arlee but I still did my best for her to like me, and always fed her whenever my sister would be in her dorm.

When was the last time you saw hail? Never. Doesn’t happen all that often here, and when it does it’s always in the provinces.

What is on your mind right this second: I want to spend my remaining time awake reading fanfic (I’m into them again, omg) but I also wanna finish surveys...so I’m doing my best to breeze through this so I can finally look for something to read hahahahaha.

Have you ever given a nickname to your pet(s)? Cooper is Cooperino to me. Sometimes I’ll call him Cooperino Cappuccino. Kimi is Kimchi, Kimmerl, Kimberly, The Kimster, and sometimes Lolo, which is grandpa in Filipino heheh.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? Like 3 or 4 days ago.

Do you ever try free samples at the store? Nope.

Do you like boys with long hair? Physical traits don’t matter much to me.

Do you like rootbeer? I’ve never tried it but I don’t really want to either haha. It smells weird.

What is the best fast food place, in your opinion? KFC or Taco Bell. Or Jollibee.

Do you have faith in yourself? Starting to.

#survey #surveys

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part five

summary: in the aftermath of hurricane agatha, the pogues are thrown into a mess none of them are ready to deal with. things that don’t exactly top sailor’s ‘fun things to do this summer’ list: surfing in the middle of a hurricane, getting punched in the face by a stupid kook, and stumbling upon a mystery that turns her and her friends into the damn scooby gang. when she said she wanted an exciting summer, she should’ve been more specific. 🙃

word count: 8.1k+ (it just keeps getting longer and longer 😅)

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings n stuff: mentions of abuse/neglect/gambling addiction, child abandonment, anxiety, self-worth issues, jj being both soft af and hot for his best friend, weed usage, underage drinking, unresolved sexual tension, sailor being thirsty, swearing, guns, fighting, blood, that one trope where two characters only call each other by their nicknames/last names until they don’t because of ~reasons~ that makes me lose my shit every time (like a lot of the obx fandom, i also headcanon that jj stands for jesse james), references to the three stooges (jj=moe, pope=larry, and john b=curly and that’s a fact lmao), to all the boys i've loved before, avengers infinity war, and david attenborough, and a line heavily inspired/influenced by taylor swift's "dress" (a song that happens to be on the playlist for this series)

a/n: we’re finally entering canon territory, y’all (with a few tweaks, of course!) but i’m determined not to make this a rehash/retelling word for word of the show ‘cause that’s just no fun, so expect smaller pieces (vignettes, i guess?) of storytelling as i expand on canon with sailor and the rest of the pogues. think of it like a mixtape of sorts, but with words instead of music if that makes sense lol. this part originally covered episodes one and two but i wrote so much that i had to split it, so we're just covering most of episode one for now (i still can't even believe how much shit actually goes down in the pilot lol). i was veryyyy excited to write the kegger at the boneyard 'cause some ~juicy~ stuff happens there lol. fun fact: the title of this part is a term used by surfers to refer to getting up at the ass crack of dawn to hit the waves. as always, this is unbetaed so any mistakes are mine. enjoy!

gif credit to @jj-maybnks

~Masterlist~

part five: dawn patrol

The next morning, Hurricane Agatha hits the island with all the force of a knockout punch; the sound of rain pounding against the roof echoes impossibly loud throughout the Chateau but Sailor’s bewildered shriek is even louder.

“You’re gonna what the what?!”

John B shrugs as the stunned redhead, lounging on the couch, looks away from watching the storm and fixes him with a wide-eyed stare.

“I’m gonna surf the surge.”

“Hell yeah, bro!” JJ yells from his spot as her footrest, punching his fist in the air and she sends him an exasperated look, both at his enthusiastic encouragement of John B’s downright moronic idea and the fact that she already misses the feeling of his thumb drawing circles on her bare ankle.

“Are you two insane?”

“Possibly.” John B states, grinning when JJ follows that up with, “Absolutely.” The blond boy pushes Sailor’s legs off his lap as he stands which earns him another displeased scowl from the redhead. “Come on, Sail. Live a little.”

“Oh, I’ll live alright, but you idiots won’t,” She takes his offered hand, letting him pull her to her feet and then down the hall after John B as she continues, “because this is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”

“See, this is why we keep you around,” He replies, laughing when she dodges his attempt to ruffle her hair and dashes forward to beat him to the spare room. “We do something stupid, you and Kie read us the riot act. It’s tradition.”

Sailor grabs her long-sleeved rash vest -if she’s going to sit on the beach to keep an eye on these fools in the middle of a damn hurricane, at least she’ll wear something that offers a little bit of warmth- and heads to the bathroom to change. “Yeah, and then I’m there to patch you up when you inevitably hurt yourselves.”

“Can’t help that you have that healing touch.” His cheeky response floats through the closed door and she catches herself smiling -wide and just a little bit sappy- in the mirror.

After a quick detour to pick up Pope, who’s already drenched from sneaking out his window, the pogues (sans Kiara who never answered John B’s text in the group chat and, knowing her parents, was probably on hurricane lockdown) head to the beach, where the rugged gray surf hammers against the shore with unrelenting brutality. Sailor trails behind the others as they grab their boards and make a break for the water, blatantly ignoring the barriers that read ‘beach closed’ in large, impossible to miss letters. A few hundred feet down the coast, she can barely make out The Sandbar all boarded up for the storm and she thinks of her mother, wondering if she's riding it out inside or at home; either way Carmen's all alone and Sailor's stomach twists with guilt, both for letting her phone battery die so she didn't have to answer her calls and for leaving in the first place, even though it was the right thing to do for her damn sanity.

“These signs are here for a reason, guys!” She calls over the howling wind, squinting through the rain at the rough waves with her hands tapping uneasily against her thighs. Watching John B run into the ocean with reckless abandon (Pope following with a little more caution, thankfully) immediately puts her anxiety on edge so she sits down heavily on the wet sand, wrapping her arms around the knees pulled to her chest and looks up at the blond boy who stayed behind. “Aren’t you gonna join the other stooges?”

JJ shrugs at her question, glancing out toward their friends before dropping his board to the ground and taking a seat behind the trembling girl, his chest to her back. “This one can’t just leave you hanging out here all alone, lookin’ all sad and shit. It’s kind of pathetic.”

“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, J.” She smirks and scoots back in the sand, lips curling into a full-fledged smile when he lifts his arms to drape them over her shoulders. As he tucks her securely against his front, the warmth of his body helps ward off the biting chill of the rain, and so does the fact that he knows her so well, that he knows this is exactly what she needs to help calm the panicking butterflies in her stomach.

He leans close, lips brushing against the shell of her ear when he whispers his next words like a secret, low and just for her even when there’s no one around to hear them. “Trust me, Sail, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

She suddenly finds those butterflies in her stomach fluttering for a whole different reason.

The Chateau sits in complete darkness, the power having been knocked out since they returned from dropping Pope off at his house that afternoon. Sailor thinks it’s about ten at night as she lies on her back on the mattress of the sleeper sofa, listening to the wind rip through the trees outside with Binx curled up at her feet. The spare room was way too hot without a working fan, even after she braided her hair off to the side and changed into a crop top and shorts, so she and JJ had returned to the living room where it was cooler, if only by a little bit.

John B has already retreated to his room for the night; he’d been acting quieter than usual since their little adventure at the beach but between a lantern-lit dinner of semi-stale cereal and passing a joint around, she never got the chance to ask if he was okay before he made his escape. JJ lies beside her with his limbs all askew and from the slow rise and fall of his bare chest she’s 99% sure he’s out like a light until, out of the blue, he mutters into the stagnant air, “Can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

She blinks heavily -that weed must’ve hit her harder than she thought because she hadn’t even realized she’d been staring- when he lazily turns his head to stare back, a halcyon grin on his face and in the dark, his pupils are blown so wide she can barely see the blue of his irises. Her hand itches with a longing to sweep that one stubborn strand of hair away from his forehead but instead she blindly slides it to the left until she finds his and holds on tight; his fingers automatically lace with hers even as the space between his eyebrows furrows and the smile falls from his lips.

“Sail?”

“I don’t think my dad’s ever coming back.” The redhead’s mouth blurts before her brain can catch up, heavy words lingering like a storm cloud ready to downpour. The thought had been weighing on her heart for a while now, from when she’d first suspected it two months ago, and it feels bittersweet to finally admit it out loud, even when she hadn’t planned doing it.

Her bedmate is silent for a long time as he looks at her through the shadows and she focuses on the touch of his palm against hers instead of the awful mounting pressure behind her eyes -hadn’t she promised herself she was done crying over her dad?- until he asks quietly, “Why? I mean, good riddance 'cause he's kind of the worst, but why?"

“A feeling,” She murmurs around the sudden lump in her throat, biting the inside of her lip hard enough that she tastes the metallic tang of blood on her tongue. “He...he usually comes back after a month or two but this time it’s been almost five.” A bitter laugh escapes from her chest and she shakes her head. “I guess he finally decided he’s done dealing with my worthless ass.”

JJ’s eyes flash like lightning as he rolls over to face her, the hand not entwined with hers reaching up to cup her cheek. “Sail, shut up. Don’t you dare say that.”

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true,” She says sharply, words acerbic and biting and full of a self-hatred that’s been poisoning her heart ever since she was old enough -eight and far, far too young- to discern the way her dad’s love for her was fickle at best, non-existent at worst. “I could’ve been a better daughter- a perfect daughter- and he might still be here and my mom wouldn't hate me. I should’ve tried harder-”

“Jesus Christ, Sailor!” He interrupts, calloused yet gentle thumb wiping away the tears she just now registers sliding down her cheeks and the shock of hearing her full name come from his mouth makes the rest of her vitriolic thoughts fly out the window. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

The image of him blurs through the darkness in shades of black and she closes her eyes, jaw clenched in an attempt to quell the tremble of her lip as he goes on in his low, soft voice, “You should’ve tried harder to do what, huh? What could you have possibly done better?”

She’s quiet for a long time, so long that her tears run dry and all that remains is smeared salt on her skin because she doesn’t have an answer. What could she have done? That terrible thought in her mind rears it’s ugly head again, the one that tells her she’s not good enough, that everything’s her fault because she doesn’t do enough, but when she asks it what more she can do, there’s no reply. There never is.

“Hey, look at me.” She hears the rustling of sheets and feels his fingers slip from hers before they come to rest on her cheek, both hands now cradling her face; she opens her eyes to find him hovering over her and the sheer lack of distance between them makes her heart skip a beat. “You...”

“What about me?” Her voice cracks as she speaks and in a mirror of her from earlier, JJ shakes his head, causing that stubborn strand of hair to once again fall into his eyes.

“I wish you’d see yourself the way I do.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “And how do you see me?”

“Fucking amazing.” He says simply and in the dark, she can barely see the flush slowly starting to creep up his neck. “Smart, brave, and loyal as hell. A beautiful badass who doesn’t take shit from anybody. A girl who listens when someone needs to be heard.”

The redhead stares up at him with wide green eyes as he goes on and on, listing all these wonderful little things that her traitorous mind has a hard time processing, let alone believing; he really thinks about her like this? “You care so damn much,” “You’re kind but not afraid speak out,” “You’re the one I trust the most.”

Her hand slowly releases its tight grip on the sheets and slides up his bare arm, feeling the heat of his skin under her palm as she touches his face, not trusting herself to speak because she’s so afraid of saying something dumb or stupid and ruining everything ('like I always do,' her mind echoes).

“You’re my best friend, Sailor, and yeah, you’re not perfect. You drink and you smoke weed and you don’t get straight As in school but fuck, you’re real and so not worthless.” He says each word with such conviction that its impossible not to believe him, as much as her brain screams at her not to. “And I want you to know that what your parents think of you doesn't matter at all, got it?"

Without warning, she flings her arms around his neck and JJ loses his balance, falling onto her with a soft oof of surprise but Sailor doesn’t even feel the extra weight as she rests her face against his shoulder and finally finds her voice. “Thank you.”

He takes her with him when he rolls onto his side, arms wrapped tight around her waist and nose buried in her messy braid. “Just...trying to do the right thing, I guess. For once.”

She pulls back at his words, then leans forward and slowly presses her lips to his flushed cheek, just missing the corner of his mouth. She lets them linger for a beat longer than necessary before leaning back -not too far, just enough- and looking him in the eye. “Thank you, Jesse.”

He usually hates being called by his first name (she found that out pretty quickly into their friendship, “never call me Jesse” being one of the first things he ever said to her) but he just looks at her with a soft, endearing smile on his face as he leans back onto the bed, once again bringing her with him. “Promise me something, Sail?”

She glances up at him from his shoulder and meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

His fingers tuck an escaped red curl behind her ear. “Just...be you. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks.”

She wishes it were that easy, that she could just step inside her mind and flip a switch and she could stop all those thoughts that’ve plagued her for years but it’s not. It’s gonna take time -time and a lot of patience and maybe even a miracle- but damn it, she’s gonna give it her all, not just for herself but for him and the rest of the pogues, too, the best friends she's ever had, so she nods and settles back down at his side. “I’ll try my best, J.”

“I know you will.”

"Sail, you're the best swimmer out of all of us. Think you can dive down there and check it out?"

The redhead peers over the edge of the HMS Pogue and into the water, where the murky shape of the sunken Grady-White sits thirty feet down on the bottom of the marsh, then nods at the rest of the pogues, an excited grin on her face.

"No problem," She answers John B, hopping up onto the very tip of the boat's bow with practiced ease before diving headfirst into the water to JJ's yell of "diver down!" It's dirtier than usual because of the hurricane but she doesn't let that stop her as she swims down and down until she reaches the top of the boat and pulls herself the rest of the way onto the deck, carefully scanning the area for...fuck. Honestly, she's got absolutely no clue what she's looking for but she assumes she'll know when she sees it.

'It' turns out to be a motel key, resting all alone on the floor by the steering wheel and she quickly reaches out to snatch it, sliding the silver key ring around her finger securely. When she pushes off toward the surface, she leaves the ghostly Grady-White behind with more questions than answers.

The rest of her friends are lined up in a row along the boat's railing, all staring at her with near identical expressions of anticipation as she breaks through the water and holds the key aloft with a triumphant smile.

"The Summer Winds Motel called, they want their key back!"

A little later that evening, Sailor would really regret finding that damn key but right now, she's having a great time dancing at the Boneyard with Kiara at the traditional post-hurricane kegger, second refill of beer in hand, spiked with Fireball from the flask tucked in her back pocket. To her, dancing's a lot like surfing -steady feet, swiveling hips, snapping shoulders- and she thinks that might be the reason she's so bad at it, anticipating the fluidity of water instead of the solidness of dry land. Or it could be that she just doesn't have rhythm when she's a little buzzed. That works, too.

"Ow, Sail!" Kiara winces as the redhead steps on her foot again, rolling her eyes fondly when she throws her head back with a loud, tipsy giggle.

"My bad, Kie!" She twirls in the sand, hair dancing around her shoulders like fire, and finds herself spinning right into a herd of dancing tourons, all too drunk to care that she's spilling her beer all over their feet. Large, olive-skinned hands grab her waist to spin her again and she laughs, smiling over her shoulder at a cute dark-haired touron as he slides one palm over to settle against the bare skin of her lower back. She pushes one hand on his shoulder with just enough resistance that he doesn't get too close into her personal space as he leans in to speak in a low Southern drawl, brown eyes turned a pretty bronze in the glow of the nearby bonfire.

"This probably isn't the best thing to say to a beautiful girl but you kind of dance like a giraffe."

Sailor bursts out laughing at that. "Hey, I think giraffes are very elegant creatures so I'll take that as a compliment!"

The boy grins and she smiles, too, letting him take her free hand and pull her into the throng of dancing bodies. He's almost as bad a dancer as she is but he's fun to talk to and together they gleefully show off their worst moves until their feet hurt -she's lost count of how many times she stepped on his toes- and her solo cup is empty. "Come on," She says and this time, she's the one to grab his hand and lead him over to the closest keg, where John B's dishing out beer with an expert flourish.

"'Sup, Sail," He lifts his chin in greeting as he fills her cup, smirking when she immediately pulls out her flask and adds a long pour of Fireball on top. "Who's your friend?"

"JB, this is Adam, he's visiting from Tennessee. Adam, meet John B, one of my best friends and a total moron," She makes quick introductions, smiling into her drink as he scowls and playfully sprays some beer at her feet before filling another cup and holding it out to the other boy with a jab at her expense.

"Be careful around her, man. She's a handful."

The touron accepts the drink with a shrug and a quick wink in her direction. "Good thing I happen to like 'em a little crazy."

Ugh. More than a little miffed at that, she rolls her eyes and takes a long sip of beer to hide her annoyance when Adam laughs and slings his arm around her shoulders. Calling her a giraffe was actually kind of cute in a very weird, endearing way but he instantly lost whatever points he had with her the second that 'c' word came out of his pretty mouth. She glances around the Boneyard while the boys start talking about surfing (she scoffs to herself, what does a farm kid from Tennessee know about that?), scanning the crowd for the rest of her friends and a chance to ditch him. Kiara's sitting on a big piece of driftwood, chatting up a stunning, deeply tan girl with glossy black hair -she waves when their eyes meet and shoots Sailor a cheeky grin before returning to her conversation- while the ever awkward Pope seems to be stuck in the middle of one of his rambles about autopsies as he stands around the fire, the willowy blonde beside him looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. She'd deliberately lost track of JJ a while ago, after she watched him getting a little too close to a tiny brunette, his hand low on her back as she passed him a drink and ran her fingers up his bare arm, coaxing that killer smile of his onto his face (that girl may have gotten his smile but Sailor got his eyes and they watched her until she pointedly turned away).

Honestly, she's a bit -okay, a lot- peeved. Here she is, thinking that they're the closest they've ever been before (they've always been close, ever since that day in sixth grade, but this is a whole different kind of close), and just when she feels like she may finally be ready to admit some things, some feelings, he's off doing who knows what with another girl; to be fair, she's off with another guy that she'd, until a minute ago, fully planned on kissing, but that's only because of him! Him and some weird need she has to keep him looking at her, to make him jealous -she shakes her head and takes another swig of her whiskey-spiked beer. Nope, nope, not gonna think about that.

Poor Pope looks like he's really struggling so Sailor pushes all thoughts of her blond best friend from her mind and goes to rescue him, ducking out from under Adam's sweaty arm and walking away without a backwards glance, ignoring the confusion in his voice as he calls her name. She pushes through the crowd to her friend and steps right in front of the girl he's trying to talk to, grabbing his hand with her free one.

"Come dance with me?"

The smile of pure relief that breaks out over his face makes her own widen as he lets her pull him back through the mass of bodies to a less-crowded part of the make-shift dance floor, the tension bleeding out of his hunched shoulders with every step.

"You're an angel, Sailor."

She laughs and wraps her arm around his shoulders, leading him in a carefree twirl across the cool sand. "Tell me something I don't know."

Like a leaf caught up in a whirlwind, he's helpless to resist her infectious joy as they dance, grinning like fools and poking fun at each other; for a while, the redhead tries to forget about stupid, clueless boys and focuses on Pope who, while still a clueless boy, doesn't expect anything from her but pure, unconditional friendship that she's all too willing to give (although she did have a teensy little crush on him when they first became friends, she got over it pretty fast the second he started talking about the bodily functions of dead bodies in explicit detail). She shares her drink with him, giggling at the way his face morphs from curiosity to disgust to delight at the taste of her cinnamon beer concoction and lets him down the rest while she drinks straight from the flask that she pulls from her back pocket.

"You've got a shadow." Pope says, slightly nodding his chin over her shoulder and she takes his hand again, slowly spinning herself under his arm to take a quick glance, rolling her eyes when she spots Adam staring at her from the edge of the crowd. "You know him?"

"Unfortunately. Thought he was cute, then he called me crazy." She tucks the whiskey away with a shrug at her friend's sympathetic wince, then steps closer to him and raises a conspiratorial eyebrow. "Wanna help me tell him to take a long walk off a short cliff?"

"Uh-"

"I think I can help with that," A familiar voice cuts off Pope's reply as JJ suddenly appears at her side, slipping his hand into her back pocket to spin her right into the circle of his arms before he plucks the flask from the other and takes a big sip in one smooth kinda sexy move. "Straight Fireball? Damn, Sail."

The redhead carefully schools her features into a blank mask but her body has other ideas, one hand instantly settling on his chest like it's second nature and her face flushing from more than just the alcohol as she casually replies, "You know I like things a little spicy." Completely aware of the way he's watching her every move, she snatches the whiskey back and downs the little bit that's left, trying and failing to ignore the thrill that shoots through her at those bright blue eyes of his darkening when her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Pope rolls his eyes at them both before muttering a quick 'see ya' and hastily melting back into the crowd.

"So, who're we telling to fuck off?" His voice is just a little strained and she feels her cool facade start to crack as she scowls, subtly tilts her head toward where Adam's still staring at her with an expression that looks like he ate a sour lemon. JJ spins her around to take a very conspicuous peek and her mouth curls into a grin, mask breaking completely when he shoots the touron a glare that screams 'try me, I dare you'; the heat from his hand still in her pocket burns as he leans in until his forehead rests on hers. "Let's give him a show."

Sailor hums and pretends to mull it over even as she coyly snakes her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, the harder panes of his body sliding almost sinfully against her softer curves as they sway together, "I don't know, you looked pretty cozy with that other girl earlier..." Is it kind of petty to bring it up? Yes, yes it is, but she can't resist toying with him like he did to her, just as she can't help the breathless gasp that escapes her lips when his fingers press hard into the toned flesh of her ass through her shorts.

"Why, Flynn, are you jealous?"

"Please, I saw that glare you gave him. If anyone's jealous, it's you, Maybank." She fires back while carding both hands through his hair and the pure gratification she feels at his slight shiver is nothing short of euphoric. Out of the corner of her eye, she barely takes notice of the frown Adam sends their way before he turns and stalks off toward the other side of the beach; honestly, she's so caught up in JJ and everything about him -the slow swing of his hips, the hands burning hot against the strip of her back exposed by her crop top, the darkened look in those ocean eyes- that she'd completely forgotten about the touron she danced with earlier in an effort to forget the boy she's dancing with now. She should've known it wouldn't have worked: Sailor could never forget JJ, no matter how hard she tries. He's like a permanent mark on her, a tattoo inked in gold, a beautiful, wonderous scar that she never wants to fade away.

"Seems like we scared him off so I don't have to worry about that anymore." His flushed face is so close she can feel his breath on her lips as he speaks and her eyes quickly flick down to his mouth on their own accord.

"And what about me?" She asks, twirling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, heart beating fast in anticipation as he smirks wickedly at the way her own face turns cherry red.

"Sail, babe, you don't have to worry about a damn thing."

All one of them has to do is tilt their head and everything will fall into place and she can once again know what it's like to kiss him-

"Let it go, Topper!" A sudden, annoyed shout breaks the two apart before they can close that final distance (Sailor's not sure who would've made the first move and she's both relieved and disappointed they won't get to find out), turning away from each other in tandem toward the gathering mass of bodies chanting 'fight, fight!' at the shoreline.

"JB, he's not worth it!" At the sound of Kiara's voice, they take off running across the sand and shove their way to the front of the crowd just in time to see Topper Thornton in all his frat boy glory get absolutely slammed with a hard punch to the jaw, courtesy of John B. The kook barely hits the ground before he's back on his feet and lunging forward to tackle him into the water, landing a hit of his own square in the eye.

"What the hell happened?" Sailor grabs Kiara's elbow and the dark haired girl looks at her with wide eyes as the boys continue to roll around, exchanging brutal blows while a stunned Pope watches from her other side.

"I don't even know, they just started wailing on each other!"

JJ stands silent to Sailor's right, jaw clenched and hands curled into fists as he stares at the brawl and she reaches over to wrap her fingers around his wrist, thumb calmly running circles on his skin.

"Top, seriously! Stop it!" Sarah Cameron stands in the sand just before the crashing waves, yelling furiously at her boyfriend and throwing her arms in the air when he ignores her. "What is wrong with you?"

The moment Topper lands three punches in a row on John B's battered face, Sailor decides she's seen enough. She rushes forward without thinking to grab the blond boy's arm, pulling as hard as she can in an attempt to get him off her friend and barely has time to register what's happening when the fist he was aiming at John B suddenly swings at her. It connects solidly with her left cheek and makes her stumble back, her hand flying to her throbbing face before she goes down hard onto her butt in the surf.

"What the fuck, Thornton?"

"Did you just punch a girl?"

"Ohhhh shit!"

A cacophony of voices yells from the shore as the kook boy stares down at her, momentarily stunned when he realizes who exactly he hit, and it gives John B an opening to wrestle him back into the water and land a solid punch right to his nose. Everything happens so fast after that that the redhead, still reeling in a wide-eyed daze, has a little trouble keeping up. First, Kiara and Pope splash through the waves to her side, kneeling down to help her to her feet with their arms around her waist. Second, Topper gains the upper hand and straight up tries to drown John B, holding his head under the water while Sarah screams at him to stop. And third, JJ -reckless, bold, protective JJ- pulls out that damn stolen gun, effectively bringing the whole mess to a grinding halt when he stalks forward and presses the barrel to the side of Topper's head.

"Your move, broski." He threatens and the beach is so quiet everyone can hear the click of the safety being switched off. The kook slowly raises his hands in the air and John B emerges from the water, stumbling forward onto his hands and knees with a horrible wet cough.

It's all too much for Sailor's poor tipsy self to take. The world spins beneath her feet as her head starts to pound and her shaking fingers fail to find purchase on Kiara's and Pope's shoulders.

"Guys, I don't feel so good," She manages to whisper and their looks of concern (the former) and panic (the latter) are the last thing she sees before her legs give out and everything goes black.

The first thing she registers is the pain that radiates from the left side of her face, her whole head throbbing with every beat of her heart and the sound of loud whispering right by her ear isn't helping at all.

"That's the best you can do, J? Seriously?"

"The power's out! I can't exactly pull ice out of my ass, Kie."

Something semi-cold gently rests against her cheek and she audibly sighs at the little bit of relief she feels, her hand sluggishly rising to hold it a little closer as she mumbles, "I wouldn't want your ass ice anyway." At least she tries to: her mouth feels like it's full of cotton and she's pretty sure the only thing that comes out is unintelligible gibberish.

Sailor opens her eyes and finds herself lying on her back on the sleeper sofa at the Chateau, a passed out John B to her right. Pope sits on the edge of the mattress by his side, holding a beer bottle to his friend's black eye and he sends her a relieved smile when he notices she's awake.

"There she is," JJ says from her other side and she turns to face him, not at all surprised to find him already looking at her, and the unabashed concern in his eyes sends a golden warmth through her whole body. Her fingers slip down the hand that's still holding the bottle to her cheek so she can run her thumb over the delicate bones in his wrist in a silent thank you.

A different, softer hand rests on her knee and she tears her gaze away from his face to smile at Kiara as she says, "Good to see you're okay, Sail."

The redhead sinks back into the pillow in embarrassment and covers her eyes with her free hand. God, she really passed out, didn't she? She passed out after taking one lousy punch to the face by a fucking kook, no less. How completely mortifying. She swallows thickly and sounds like a chain smoker when she says, "I'm so sorry, guys. I'm a total idiot."

The other three conscious pogues start protesting all at once -apparently there's many, many, different ways to say she's not an idiot- and the resulting volume of their combined voices is enough to make her headache even worse. She sits up and scoots back until she's propped against the couch and sets the now warm beer on the side table before massaging both of her temples.

"Will you please shut up, I can feel my brain beating in my skull."

For a second, there's wonderful, blissful silence and then:

"Holy shit, thank you," A groggy voice says to her right and she turns to watch a bleary-eyed John B claw his way back to consciousness. "You guys are fucking loud."

"He lives!" JJ shouts, ignoring the four glares sent his way and reaching over to clap his hand against the brunet boy's shoulder. "Welcome back, dude."

"Ugh," He suddenly rolls onto his stomach -Pope deftly catching the bottle when it nearly falls from the bed- and his muffled voice floats out from the pillow he shoves his head under like an ostrich in the sand. "Knock me back out."

"Aww, poor baby." Sailor gives his back a sympathetic pat and chuckles softly when he blindly feels around for her arm, pushing it away with another deep groan and a 'fuck off, Sail' that lacks any type of venom.

"Okay, now that you're both kind of conscious, let's agree that neither of you will ever fucking do that again. Got it?" Kiara addresses John B and Sailor as she stands from the bed and crosses her arms, fixing the latter with a piercing look that makes her feel like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar; she opens her mouth to defend herself but before she can say anything, Kiara turns her furious gaze to JJ and points an accusing finger at his face. "And you! What the hell were you thinking pulling that damn gun out, huh?"

"Jesus Christ, Kie!" He suddenly rockets to his feet and throws his hands in the air. "Sail got socked in the face and JB was getting fucking drowned, I wasn't really thinking much at all!”

The dark haired girl can't seemed to think of a response to that and looks away, staring at the floor with her jaw clenched as Pope, ever the mediator, rises to his feet, too, and rounds the bed to step between them placatingly.

"Let's just drop it for tonight, okay? They need to rest." He says, nodding toward the two still on the bed before wrapping his hand around Kiara's elbow and turning her toward the front door. She immediately pulls her arm from his grasp but still nods in agreement, the hard look in her eyes softening when she glances at her injured friends.

"Yeah, okay." She says and glances down at her watch, wincing when she catches sight of the time. "My parents'll kill me if I'm not home soon, anyway."

"Come on, I'll take you guys home." JJ says with a conciliatory look in her direction as Pope tosses him the Volkswagen's keys from his pocket and when she nods back, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, Sailor knows that all is forgiven, at least for now.

"Are you sure you're good to drive?" She asks and immediately rolls her eyes at his sarcastic reply of "Yes, Mom," and the obnoxious wink he shoots her.

The trio leaves after a quick round of goodbyes and John B waits until he hears the sound of his van driving away before finally emerging from under the pillow and rolling onto his back.

"Sensing the immediate danger has passed, the ostrich cautiously pulls its head out from the sand..." She says in her best David Attenborough impression, laughing when he tosses the pillow at her head with an amused grin.

"Ha ha. I was trying to avoid getting a Kie lecture," He explains, running both hands down his face with a heavy sigh. "It feels like my head's gonna explode."

"You and me both, dude." She carefully probes at her swollen cheek and is more than a little surprised to feel the beginnings of a scab forming near her eye. She knew Topper landed a solid punch but she didn't realize how solid that hit was until now as she catches sight of the tiny bit of drying blood left behind on her fingertips.

"That looks like it hurts. You okay?" John B asks and she looks up from wiping her hand clean on her shorts, stiff from dried saltwater, with a wrinkle of her freckled nose.

"I'm alright. How about you? No offense but your eye looks like shit."

"I'll live." He answers with a shrug as he pulls himself upright on the mattress and leans his head against the back of the couch. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?"

He sluggishly turns his head to look Sailor in the eye and shrugs again. "For trying to help me out. Sorry I got you punched."

She smirks and reaches over to give his hand a brief, friendly squeeze as she replies, "It's not your fault I got myself punched. I'm sorry your ass almost drowned."

He snorts at that and she's relieved to hear it, knowing that he can still joke around and he's not, like, completely traumatized or something. Poor guy's already got enough to deal with without adding a mental breakdown to the list. She swings her legs over the edge of the mattress and slowly stands before taking a tentative step forward; when her knees hold and she doesn't fall flat on her face, she makes her way to his side and holds both hands out to him with a small, lighthearted smile.

"Yeah, you're delirious. Near death experiences do that to you." She says, helping him to his feet and, after looping his arm over her shoulders and sliding hers around his waist, the two teenagers carefully shuffle down the hall in the dim light of the emergency lantern on the kitchen table to his room, where she unceremoniously dumps him onto his bed. "Sleep it off. And for the love of God, please change. You smell terrible."

She goes to leave as he laughs again, tugging his shirt off and tossing it into the growing pile of clothes near the closet before saying, "Hey, Sailor?"

The redhead pauses with one foot in the hall and leans against the doorframe. "Yeah?"

"You know you're a badass, right?"

She laughs and sends him a wink but her heart is oh so light as she turns and heads to the spare room, calling back over her shoulder, "Nice to see someone acknowledge it. Now go to bed!"

The sound of the Chateau's front door opening and closing startles Sailor awake and she blinks heavily, wondering when exactly she'd fallen asleep. Last thing she remembers she was staring out at the fireflies through the open window as she steadily ran her hand down the length of Binx's back and their ethereal glow, combined with the breeze dancing around her shoulders, must've pulled her right under. Down the hall, she hears a loud thump, followed by JJ cursing as he runs into something and she giggles to herself, rolling onto her side to face the hall. He appears in the darkened doorway a minute later, rubbing his knee with a scowl on his face and she laughs louder at his quiet, venomous hiss of "fuck that fucking chair."

"Rude. It's not the chair's fault you always run into it." She teases and he shoots her a flat, unamused look before turning to glance down the hall toward John B's room, his fingers holding tight to the door frame.

"He's okay, you know. Told him to get some sleep." His head swings to face her when she speaks with soft words and even in the dark, she can see the way his tense shoulders slowly relax and his hand loosens, falling back to his side as he nods, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"And you?" He asks, his eyes never wavering from hers as he kicks his boots off and pulls his shirt over his head; the sight of his messy hair and the muscles in his arms make it a little hard for Sailor to breathe, the gentle wind she once thought of as cool now doing nothing to help calm her flushed skin when she scoots over in bed to give him room to lie down next to her. Binx looks as disgruntled as a cat can look as he loses his comfy spot and jumps down from the bed, only to immediately leap onto the windowsill and stretch out.

"What about me?"

JJ rolls over to face her, reaching one hand up to cup her injured face and runs his calloused thumb under the cut on her cheekbone. "Are you okay?"

Nodding, she shifts closer and lays her head on his outstretched arm, covering his hand with her own and effortlessly fitting her fingers into the spaces between his. "I'm fine. Even better, now."

He leans forward to rest his forehead against hers. "Good, 'cause I don't know what I'd do if you weren't."

When those pesky butterflies come raging back with a vengeance, she realizes she's fighting a battle she hopes to lose.

The sound of a conversation in the kitchen, low voices drifting through the closed door of the guest room wakes Sailor early the next morning. Sunlight filters in through the windows and she squeezes one eye shut against the painful brightness, the other still squished into JJ's shoulder. His arm is a welcome weight slung over her hip and his deep, even breaths are soft against her forehead as he sleeps on, dead to the voices down the hall. With the corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile, she smooths his fine blond hair away from his face and runs her fingers along his jawline before carefully sliding out from under his arm and quietly heading toward the kitchen.

Pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, she rounds the corner and stops short when she catches sight of the person standing by the table, her cheerful 'good morning' getting stuck on her tongue; she was expecting Pope and Kiara, not the goddamn sheriff! Shooting John B a wide-eyed look that makes him shake his head (what the fuck did that even mean?!), the redhead forces a smile and hastily offers her a wave.

"Uh, good morning, Sheriff. Sorry to interrupt, just, uh, grabbing some water."

She just nods in acknowledgement before turning her attention back to the brunet boy and Sailor breathes an inaudible sigh of relief. Holy shit, is that woman scary. She heads to the sink and keeps one ear on the conversation as she quickly fills a glass with water and pops two aspirin, the headache from last night made even worse by the addition of a whiskey hangover.

"I didn't realize you had company, John B. Wild night?" The sheriff asks and Sailor meets her friend's eyes again, her anxiety rising when she sees his thinly veiled panic. Her back to Peterkin, she silently implores him to say something, anything -hell, she even tries to subtly mime surfing with her hands to help him out- but he stays silent, so she gathers her courage, plasters a smile on her face, and twirls to face her.

"Busy day, actually. We went surfing all day after cleaning up the yard." She says, jerking her thumb toward the heap of broken branches piled by the fire pit visible through the living room window; when the sheriff turns to look, she quickly elbows John B in the side, ignoring his huff of surprise as she nods her head in her direction.

"Yeah, surfing! All day." He blurts out, sending Sailor a lukewarm glare when she quickly mouths 'what the fuck was that?' before they both straighten up and spin back to the older woman just as she turns to face them again.

"Right." Peterkin hums and arches one eyebrow as she glances back and forth between the two teenagers. "Now tell me, how'd you both get those bruises? They look pretty painful."

"Oh, this?" Sailor asks, pointing at her cheek with a casual shrug, "I tried to hang ten and bit it pretty hard. My board caught me right in the face."

Peterkin looks at her for a beat longer than normal and the redhead does her best to keep her expression neutral as her palms start to sweat. "Surfing, really? Thought you were pretty experienced in that department."

John B adds, offering some much needed back up, "Even the pros wipe out every once in awhile, you know?" He crosses his arms and leans back against the counter. "My board got me good, too."

"Yeah, it just was not our day," She says with a nervous chuckle, refilling her water and slowly starting to back out of the kitchen, pretending she doesn't see the dismayed look her friend sends her way; her anxiety can't take another second of the sheriff's piercing gaze and she needs to get away fast, lest she start recounting every single second of their activities both legal and not so legal- from yesterday in explicit detail. "And I'm still pretty tired so I'm just gonna go back to bed for a bit. Nice talking to you, Sheriff."

After disappearing around the corner before either of them can reply, she creeps down the hallway, keeping her footfalls as light as she can, and she's so focused on trying to listen in on what Peterkin's saying that she runs smack into JJ, standing in the doorway of the spare room. His arm instantly darts out to wrap around her waist and pull her close, keeping her from falling right on her butt as he says, "There you are-"

"Shhh!" Sailor hisses quietly, covering his mouth with her hand, "The damn sheriff is here!"

He mumbles something into her palm but she she holds a finger to her lips, pushing him back into the room and softly closing the door behind them before pressing her ear against it and dropping her hand from his face. He mirrors her position with a question clear as day in his wide eyes, 'what the fuck?', arm still looped around her lower back.

"She's grilling him about yesterday," She says simply, then turns her attention back to the faint voices floating through the door. The duo listens in silence, trying and failing to discern what's being said until they hear the sound of the sheriff's boots on the front porch and her squad car tires crunching through the gravel as she drives away and they exchange a worried look. JJ had it right: what the fuck, indeed.

"Holy shit, guys," John B's voice suddenly says from the hallway. The door opens before they have time to back away and it sends them sprawling to the floor in a twisted pile of limbs; the brunet boy -who'd usually find something like that hilarious- barely reacts to their position and sends them both a tense frown, his next words dropping like a damn anchor in the marsh.

"We need to go check out that Grady-White again, and fast."

Sailor groans and lets her head fall back onto the floor with a thunk. "Here we go."

let me know what you think! fun fact: ostriches actually do put their heads in the sand, but it's not because they sense danger. female ostriches bury their eggs to keep them safe from predators and they'll occasionally stick their head into the sand to check on them and give 'em a lil turn 😊

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