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The Young Ones - Flood 💧

Original air date: 14.12.82

Reviewed by: @neil-neil-orange-peel

It’s too difficult a task for me to pick my favourite episode of The Young Ones. I honestly think it depends on my mood. As things stand, I think I’m able to break the twelve episodes into four quarters, ranking wise, and Flood is definitely in my top quarter.

As the finale to series one, we might have expected an episode more like the previous one – Interesting – to take Flood’s spot. That is, an episode with a massive cast to take the show out on a high in case a second series was never commissioned. By contrast, Flood is a far more intimate affair – with the main cast closed off from the rest of the world and any other characters they might have encountered by rapidly rising water. This forces the focus on to each of them and their interplay with one another even more so than usual, showing us how they react to being trapped in a life or death situation. So, maybe not the high of a party, but a high stakes plot… y’know, if we squint past the silliness, which of course we’re not supposed to do.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. When Flood starts, it’s only raining. I’ll just mention here that I’m in agreement with Zoe about the first series’ opening credits being superior to the second series’. I know both look dated now, but the first series’ ones give more insight into the characters’ personalities and the flavour of the show. But anyway: Flood!

The episode opens outside on a rotten, dreary, drizzly kind of day. To add to the mood, we have a cast of medieval peasants, monks, and soldiers chanting “Dominus ad nauseam”. The posh knobs who’ve had a private education and can speak Latin (plus anyone else who’s bothered to check the Wikipedia article for Flood) will know that this means: “Discussing the Lord to the point of nausea.” There’s the first joke, concealed though it may be, and I think anyone non-religious who’s been forced to sit through a church service will see the funny side.

This first scene doesn’t involve the main characters – it’s a cutaway segment. Though it’s raining hard, and their faces are partially covered, you can spot Mark Arden and Stephen Frost as the peasants. Frost’s character gets the honour of being the first this episode to be hit over the head. Leading this group is “His Holiness” – a character credited on IMDB as the Witchfinder, played by Peter Wear. I think his attire and credited name point to him being a parody of the 17th century Witchfinder General, Matthew Hopkins, which makes the collection of historical figures gathered here a bit anachronistic. That said, it doesn’t matter a jot. This is The Young Ones, after all.

The group are gathered in a graveyard to carry out an execution. They’ve dug a pit – “The finest pit we have dug this morrow, for it is in truth the only one.” – to cast the prisoner down into. Thanks to the weather, it’s more of a muddy bath now. The soldiers prove themselves to be a few vegetables short of an allotment when they misunderstand the Witchfinder’s instructions by casting themselves into the pit. Exasperated, the Witchfinder asks the prisoner if he knows the crime he has been found guilty of… and then, exasperation breaking into irritation, prompts him to tell us what it is. It is now, as the camera zooms in and he pulls out a microphone, that we can see clearly that the prisoner is Arnold Brown! From The Comic Strip! And his crime?

“Being Scottish and Jewish – two racial stereotypes for the price of one. Perhaps the best value in the graveyard this morning.”

After Brown gets his catchphrase in (“And why not?”), Neil (Nigel Planer) appears and hits himself in the face with a frying pan. Typical bloody hippie behaviour, tsk tsk. We discover this graveyard doubles as the lads’ back garden and that Rick (Rik Mayall) has seemingly been watching the cutaway segment from the window. Or has he? No, no, he’s just been watching Neil.

Inside the house – where the set lighting in the kitchen is stark, adding to the gloom of the day – Mike (Christopher Ryan) tells us Rick has been looking out of the window for three hours. As we TYO nerds already know the truth behind this, I’ll just point out now that Rick voluntarily standing with his face pressed against a window for three hours is kind of impressive, if also extraordinarily pointless. He’s so desperate for attention that he’d put himself through that uncomfortable tedium just in the hope of being able to crack a criminally unfunny joke. Long live the People’s Poet. Mike’s casually callous comment about making sure Rick doesn’t break the window when he tears his face off it is indicative of the house hierarchy and also demonstrates that Mike is a funny character actually. The standout line from this exchange is of course, however, Rick’s line about the superglue being a joke he made up that the others fell for like the fascists they are. His face is just so wonderfully animated as he says it.

Vyvyan (Adrian Edmondson) starts this episode sat on the sofa reading "SS Death Camp Criminal Battalion go to Monte Cassino for the Massacre", a comic of high cultural and intellectual value, I’m sure. I don’t know if it’s intentional or not but his hair looks a little messy in Flood, as if it’s been dampened by the rain. Rick and Vyvyan soon start their fighting – largely, though Rick would never admit it, to placate his own boredom. Yet more attention seeking behaviour from Rick sees him spouting some awful freeform poetry: “Marrow! Meringue! Boomerang!” The writers putting as many words with the “R” sound as they can into Rick’s lines is always amusing. That is what triggers their fighting.

This is one of my favourite scenes between Rick and Vyvyan. Not only is their conversation about the standards the youth should be expecting from their comics and what constitutes “being poofy” hilariously immature, it’s one of the longer periods the two have in the show where they speak without actively trying to kill one another. Vyvyan doesn’t even turn to violence when Rick shoves his bottom in his face – and he’s got a pretty big knife! The clash of personalities is where most of the comedy in the sitcom – in fact, most of the comedy in lots of sitcoms – comes from, so I usually think of this scene when it comes to a concentrated, verbal example of that for Rick and Vyvyan. Their positioning on the sofa makes for some good shots too.

There are a couple rule of three jokes at play in this first section of the show. The first of these we see when Neil enters the house and hits himself in the face with the frying pan (again), the second is started here when Vyvyan decides to check how hard it’s raining. When Vyvyan turns back from the window to break the fourth wall, TYO does what is does best and presents us with a glass of disgusting yellow gob. The studio audience audibly reacts to this.

“It’s only spitting,” Vyvyan says. Clever stuff.

Despite his protestations about how “reactionary” the comic is, Rick still tries to read it after Vyvyan rips it up. This leads into the next cutaway section. All I Have To Do Is Dream by The Everly Brothers playing signifies we’re taking a trip into the delusional world of Rick’s mind, where a comic strip featuring the racist policeman from Boring (Jim Barclay) plays out with Rick as the hero. Notably, Rick is wearing his Demolition getup again here, which suggests maybe this section was originally intended to be part of the pilot. Arden and Frost’s appearances would corroborate this, as we’ve already seen them this episode while they were absent from Demolition. This is also the last time Rick will treat us to some of his poetic verse, as interestingly enough series two features none.

“You gay, black bastards! We’re going to victimise you!” is such a funny line within the context.

The fantasy ends when Neil returns to the house once more and pours a pan of rainwater on Rick’s lap, before hitting himself for a final time. This startles Rick, who can’t figure out where the water came from – a similar joke to this will occur in Bambi. Neil’s near invisibility to the other three is fitting, particularly as we never do find out why he was hitting himself over the head with the frying pan. It’s another discarded plotline to add to the show’s fickle nature. So, while no one is in the slightest bit interested in Neil’s latest take on self-harm, they do want food. Of course. Neil moans that he can’t go to the shop because his hair will lose its shape, but we know this is just an excuse as he’s spent the opening of the episode outside without any kind of hood. The reoccurring question of money comes up and the reason Vyvyan has a knife suddenly becomes apparent. Cat lovers, avert your eyes!

A “kitty”, for those who don’t know, is a slang term for the money gathered by a group of people to be spent on collective amenities – such as in a student house. TYO interprets the name literally, managing to create surrealism from this new concept of a real-life cat containing money… or a, uh, working man’s club comedian puppet cat. I know the rule of comedy is not to explain it! Don’t dissect the frog! But it’s pretty obvious that incongruity in bits like this is what helps create TYO’s oddball humour.

The cat escapes – and for some reason I find it sweet that they’ve got a cat flap for it – but not before shitting out some dosh. Neil begrudgingly agrees to go to the shops and they set about making a list. Vyvyan amps up his taunting of a now blazered Rick by faux apologising for eating his sticky-labelled food. There’s a gifset somewhere on Tumblr for Rick’s rather animalistic reaction. Neil takes another opportunity to try to guilt trip everyone about how he does all the chores around here, guilt tripping which would work a whole lot better if his housemates were capable of being guilted. Upon opening the fridge, he pulls out Rick’s green globule on a saucer – “And I’ve spat on that, Vyvyan, so I wouldn’t advice you eat it!” – and the can of Coca Cola disguising Vyvyan’s utterly brilliant potion.

Let’s talk about Vyvyan and his potions for a moment. Presently, the only other example I can recall of one is from Interesting – the one that makes all his hair fall out. Vyvyan is a medical student and, if the first series’ opening credits are anything to go by, “mad scientist” was on his list of possible career paths when he picked his course. I love whacky coloured drinks in TV shows. In TYO, it’s usually Vyvyan who drinks them – see: the aforementioned blue example from Interesting, plus the bright green tea with bits floating in it from Demolition. We don’t actually see what colour this potion is, but if I had to wager I’d say a bright, hot colour like red. What else is going to turn you into an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac?

Foreshadowing is a device used in storytelling of all mediums, so naturally this show pokes a bit of fun at their employment of the trope: “You know, I just bet a bit later on somebody does drink that and turns into an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac.” Neil gets this line and Nigel delivers it so well, it really amuses me. Gee shucks, I guess it’s just inevitable. Oh well! Neil gets to wind Rick up in this scene too, though much more subtly than Vyvyan, by beginning to list mundane items like “wallpaper” when Rick snaps at him that they need “everything” from the shops.

As Neil leaves the house wearing his old lady’s waterproof bonnet, The Day the Rains Came by Jane Morgan begins to play. This is the second ‘50s tune in Flood – the episode that has no live music. We get our first shot of Codrington Road this episode now, which is used as a segue way for the next cutaway sequence. This time, we’re in a house across the road where two bespeckled men all in black are spying on the lads, who they seem to think are aliens. Understandable conclusion, to be fair. They’re played by Rik and Ade and remind me of the Dangerous Brothers in a much tamer way. I think it’s just that Rik’s character is the dominant one – refusing to let Ade’s character take the lens cap off because they’re not real “binocoliers” – and Ade’s character asks that most stupid of stupid questions: “Lip nip nip nip bip?”

In a mix-up, Rik’s character ends up lobbing the not real “binocoliers” at someone who isn’t the milkman and they end up in Vyvyan’s glass. He’s once again gone over to the window to test the rain and has returned with a pint of piss. There’s the second variant in this running joke. We saw with Neil hitting himself with the frying pan three times how they heightened the third one by having him spill water on Rick first – as we’re about to see with this rule of three, they decide to subvert our expectations of something more disgusting than spit and piss being next with something quite the opposite instead. First, though, Rick is shouting again.

RICK: Okay! That’s just about the bloody limit! I mean, I only put it in there on Wednesday – it’s not as if they grow on trees or anything like that!

MIKE: Rick, what have you lost?

RICK: I had half an apple in there!

The studio audience gives this line a big laugh, and so they should. As Rick and Vyvyan start up their squabbling again, we can see that Mike has begun pampering himself with an old-fashioned beauty mask and hand fan. When Rick asks if he stole his apple, Mike responds with one of his better-known lines: “Well, if you’re gonna sin you might as well be original.” I love this little quip and I love the fact that even Mike has no idea what he’s on about.

A vengeful Rick takes off to Mike’s bedroom to search for pips, only to be met by Bobby the lion tamer and his several angry, man-eating lions. Because why not. The lion tamer was the cabaret replacement for the live music in Flood and reminds us of how old this show is. The dodgy greenscreen effect reminds us of this too, but that kind of adds to TYO’s charm. Naturally Rick screams and runs off, and In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle by The Tokens plays over footage of the lion tamer at work. I’ll be honest, with a 21st century perspective it’s not the show’s finest moment – those lions look pissed – but the last shot of the male lion roaring does function as a good transition for the next scene, where that rule of three about the rain finally pays off as Neil arrives home with a collection of adorable kittens in his coat. I think it’s fair to say cats of all kinds are a recurring theme in Flood.

It turns out Neil’s forgotten what he went out for in the first place, much to the chagrin of Mike and Vyvyan. In a surprising twist, Rick defends Neil and tells Vyvyan he should go to the shops himself if he’s so hungry, to which we get Vyvyan’s great line about not wanting his forehead to rust. This is the point at which the episode’s title starts to bear fruit: the rain has gotten so bad that Vyvyan’s Ford Anglia is floating about outside. Poor Rick is on his last nerves after the shock of the lions in the loft and is close to tears as he berates everyone for their immaturity… and suggests a game of hide and seek to pass the time.

Talking heads have said before that they found the lads playing hide and seek sweet – not like those awful kids these days, with their phones and trendy laptop pads! Grr! The truth is that actually Rick, Mike, Vyvyan, and Neil are all just overgrown kids. That’s part of why, despite their horribleness, you like them anyway. There’s a warped innocence to their sadistic violence. Rick is the seeker in this game – presumably because he insisted on it after coming up with the idea – and while he’s (allegedly) counting to 2,500 Neil has his encounter with the lions. We see Vyvyan hastily exiting Rick’s bedroom, which we know will have consequences later on.

Mike is the first of them to be uncovered when Rick opens the kitchen cupboard. If there’s footage somewhere of Chris climbing into there, I’m sure it’s hilarious. Mike’s insecure ego won’t let him be the first caught, so he tells Rick to go away and find the others first. This is one of Rick and Mike’s funniest interactions in the show. Once again, the household dynamic is highlighted when Rick shuts the cupboard door before knocking and complimenting Mike’s hiding skills. When he turns away to find the others it’s obvious that he’s really very cross, but he won’t show that to Mike. Oh no, not to Mike. Brilliant.

Vyvyan’s found smoking at the bottom of the stairs which I’d never endorse but can’t deny he makes look very, uh, appealing. Rick never has any issues showing Vyvyan his temper but gives him an extra five seconds to hide himself anyway. There’s another good shot of the two of them glaring and yelling in each other’s faces here, with Vyvyan on the stairs and Rick on the floor. Once the five seconds are up, Vyvyan’s vanished into the wardrobe they have in their hallway. Rick screeches one of his best renditions of “BASTARD!” – topped maybe only by “THE SELFISH BASTARDS!” from Summer Holiday – and storms up the stairs. Meanwhile, the reason for the presence of lions and so many other cats in this episode becomes clear: Vyvyan is going to Narnia.

I think it’s one of TYO’s most memorable parodies, alongside The Good Life in Sick. David Rappaport returns as Shirley, joined by Justine Lord as the White Witch. The White Witch calls Vyvyan a “manchild”, which is about right. The first thing he does in this new world appears to be taking a slash in the trees. The White Witch invites Vyvyan over for some Turkish delights, mirroring her literary counterpart, but an argument soon breaks out over who’s responsible for a fart smell. Shirley takes off his beard and pipe – a funny little joke suggesting that the characters are aware they’re in a sitcom – and confronts Vyvyan.

“That’s revolting. People like you should be put in little boxes tied up with string and left in small, dark rooms without any electricity… for a month.” Very… specific…

Obviously, Vyvyan is having none of this crap and manages to intimidate Shirley into backing down. Once he finds out he’s called Shirley, he’s got even more ammo. This could be called hypocritical coming from a man named Vyvyan, but we all love it when Vyvyan’s got the upper hand, don’t we? Don’t lie to yourself!

After finding himself thoroughly unimpressed by the White Witch’s lack of kebabs, Vyvyan helpfully moves the plot along for us by getting back to the game of hide and seek. He asks the two fantasy characters not to tell Rick where he is and hurries off to hide in a tree – the tree that doubles as some sort of slide portal to the house’s cellar. It’s the unacknowledged surreal nature of the house that makes TYO that bit more exciting than it already is, for me. The rules change and no one is ever even that surprised. When Vyvyan lands in the cellar, he finds an angry Rick riled up at his inability to find anyone and the two of them finally have a physical fight.

All things considered, Flood hasn’t been an incredibly violent episode thus far. We never saw the Witchfinder’s prisoner die, Neil only targeted himself with that frying pan, and the lions haven’t killed anyone (yet). This isn’t the most violent fight Rick and Vyvyan will ever have either – that honour is probably reserved for the Virgin Fight in Time – but Rick does manage to ram his biro into Vyvyan’s skull and, if not for Neil arriving, Rick might have found himself chopped up into several pieces. Neil’s come to warn them that Rick’s bedroom is on fire – Vyvyan’s hasty retreat from there earlier did indeed have meaning. Trust this lot to start a fire in an episode entitled Flood!

Now it’s Alexei Sayle’s turn to show up. He enters the house to the sound of wailing sirens as Jerzei Balowski. Perhaps some more foreshadowing? At this point, we haven’t seen Mr Balowski in person since he hassled the lads for rent at their old house in Demolition. He says he has come for a party but he can’t find anyone. What he does find is the coke can – “Coca Cola, symbol of free West.” – containing Vyvyan’s potion. At the time, one of Alexei’s comedic signatures was random, insane noises. We could have a whole essay dedicated to ranking each of his appearances as members of the Balowski Family, but I think his scenes in Flood might just be my favourite. The blending of his calm searching for the lads and his screeches and yelps as the potion takes hold of him are just really funny. He wanders off into the wardrobe, inadvertently retracing Vyvyan’s steps.

Up on the landing, Neil tells Vyvyan it was selfish of him to set fire to Rick’s sociology file when he was hiding in Rick’s bedroom – he could have given him away! A panicking Rick rushes into his room – and we get some more quality greenscreen effects – and yanks open the window, immediately letting in a tide of water to drench the place. It doesn’t even put out all the fires. He sits next to his bed with a fish waggling in his blazer, ranting at a gleeful Vyvyan about the havoc he’s caused. Ade is sat quite close to the fire on Rick’s bed, but then we know he’s got massive balls.

Mike returns and lights up a cigarette. He’s got a suitcase with him and is here to point out the obvious: “I don’t want to be a wet blanket or anything but, if this house is a bottle, I’m the one with the message.” Rick, Neil, and Vyvyan don’t really get metaphors. “Simple: London has flooded.”

This was obvious to anyone with half a brain the moment we entered Rick’s bedroom, but then we have to remember which characters we’re dealing with here. The logic of London flooding and the entire house being buried underwater… but somehow not flooding itself, not even when Rick opens a window, is a great example of the kind of suspension of disbelief this show requires of you and is perhaps why some people think it’s too daft. I like how the physical laws of TYO’s world are slightly different to our own. It adds to the cartoonish, slapstick feel.

The lads react in different ways to the news that London has flooded and they’re trapped. There’s a note of finality in Mike’s voice and he seems to be preparing to go. Where or how, I’m not at all sure. Neil, the depressed hippie that he is, accepts the news with the degree of casualness you might of a much less dire, less life-threatening turn of events. Vyvyan doesn’t seem too bothered – but when is he? He called the “flying shark” outside the window “the most completely brilliant thing [he’s] ever seen”. His own potential demise doesn’t phase him. Rick, however? Well, stress of any kind is where the real Rick comes out to play – the right on anarchist persona is dropped in sheer terror, replaced by the little boy who wants the authorities to jump in and fix everything, no matter the cost.

RICK: Phone the police!

NEIL: But they’re fascists.

RICK: Well, never mind about that now! Telephone, Vyvyan!

When the telephone is no use – pulling it off the wall will do that – the group try the radio, hoping for a public information bulletin. Instead, a music show is on, and this is where we get our last cutaway segment with real people. Featuring Ben Elton as a very punchable DJ and Cindy Shelley as a musical artist who’s been in the biz since lunchtime and has amputated her arms to fit the aesthetic of “urban alienation” chosen for her by the men with money, this is a scene that honestly feels just as relevant today as it must have done in 1982. The artist’s interview is cut short when the studio starts to flood, with the DJ shoving her aside and complaining about not being warned about this on the radio.

Back in the house, Rick turns off their radio to stop it flooding – magical logic, I love it – and projects his fear of drowning on to Vyvyan by telling him off for building a submarine. He seems to realise after he’s said it that this is actually quite sensible behaviour for Vyvyan and switches to enquiring terribly unsubtly about whether there’s any room in it for him. There isn’t, Vyvyan tells him bluntly. Vyvyan wants to see him drown. I know Vyvyan’s submarine is tiny and made of cardboard but, hey, in the TYO universe, who’s to say that wouldn’t have done the trick and saved them? Unfortunately for Vyvyan, SPG sabotages him when he realises there’s no room for him either. After a quick beating, Vyvyan opens the front door – again, the house doesn’t flood – and sends his beloved pet out to “play with the sharks”. The shark from Jaws is out there, so SPG asks for his autograph.

A couple of tiny things to note about this drawing room scene include the last appearance of the mysterious fifth housemate – we see them swimming outside the front window. Do they drown? Do they swim off to student houses anew? We shall never know. The other thing is something I only noticed myself when analysing this episode and is something that just goes to show how much more attention I should pay to Mike. Though he has no lines, he spends the scene sat in the middle of the room on the sofa, packing up his blow-up doll. The fact he’s doing this in the open, in front of the others, would suggest he thinks this is curtains. It’s the last episode of the series and they’re all going to die. Heh. That, or they knew we and the other characters wouldn’t pay enough attention to Mike to spot this. For the eagle eyed? Or the people who can just bloody see what’s in front of their faces, more like! Sorry, Mike!

Mr Balowski fully succumbs to the potion after drifting through Narnia and into the cellar. Now an axe-wielding, homicidal maniac, he finds the axe Vyvyan was going to use on Rick earlier and Flood starts its second major parody: The Shining. The violence metre is about to crank up a notch.

Neil is blowing up water wings, employing the same standard of life preservation technique we saw with his fallout shelter in Bomb. He sows the seeds (HA) for his own almost-demise by pointing out how terrible it would be if they ended up having to eat each other. Rick, just for a change, is panicking – he’s smoking like a chimney – and doesn’t appreciate the thought. He isn’t actually doing anything to ease the situation, unlike Vyvyan and Neil’s ultimately pointless efforts, but that’s Rick all over. Mike steps up to take charge: they’re going to eat Neil.

As if they’ve been cannibals all their lives, Vyvyan, Rick, and Mike pin Neil to his bed. Rick makes fun of Neil’s terror because he’s a bastard and there’s another rule of three where things keep temporarily preventing Vyvyan from slicing Neil up with a chainsaw. The noise of the chainsaw nearly obscures it, but there’s a line where Rick points at Neil’s crotch and tells Mike he’s got bagsies there. The pervy! Then, well, then Mr Balowski arrives.

“HERE’S JERZEI!”

Things have become quite chaotic, as things in TYO often do. Most of us probably already know the story about Alexei almost catching Rik on the head with the axe when he got a little too close to the door. Mike makes an attempt to hide under a bedsheet, like a ghost. The shot switches to the landing to reveal a chair and a sign for the Half-Time Report. Alexei momentarily chills the fuck out: “Well, we’re half-way through the show and it’s time for Half-Time Report.” Considering we’re in fact nearing the end of the show now makes this comment ironic as well as funny. In an episode full of parodies, this is another quick one about football commentators at half-time. The way this lets the actors break the fourth wall and take the piss out of themselves has always cemented this scene as gold in my mind. Alexei delivers it excellently.

Soon enough, the highly serious acting has resumed. The lads give Neil over to Mr Balowski as a distraction while Vyvyan cuts through the remarkably paper like bedroom wall. The four of them escape up into the loft and hide, pursued by their rabid landlord. They trap Mr Balowski in Mike’s bedroom with the man-eating lions as soon as he enters the room. There’s a scream and a roar. And thus, the young ones have killed together – a truly bonding experience if there ever was one. It’s the only way to deal with bastard landlords, right? Mr Balowski meeting the lions was also the third time someone had this episode, so there’s another running rule of three at play.

In the last scene, as they descend from the loft, Vyvyan remarks that it was lucky Bobby was here with his man-eating lions and Mike offers Rick Bobby’s hand when he says he’d like to shake it. RIP Bobby. The lads look out of the window and discover – thank Cliff – that the waters have subsided. They peer out at something on the water: it’s SPG, who swims towards the camera as the credits roll, a rainbow in the background. A cheerful end. The closing credits are still the usual theme, but with the music played faster and lighter. At the climax, they swell to a crescendo. That was The Young Ones! Did you ruddy enjoy it or what?

Personally, I think Flood is a fantastic end to this crazy show’s first series. If it had ended here it would have been a shame, knowing what we know about the brilliance to come in series two, but I think it would still have felt complete and whole. Going through the episode in detail has made me appreciate the absolute comic genius behind it even more and has been a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Happy 40th to the lads!

I know my review has really lingered on a bit too long, so I hope I haven’t put you to sleep. I’m done now. Fin. Thanks for reading!

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fluid-quartz · 1 year

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(I’m the person who was like AHH I LOVE UR CAUGHT IN RHE WPISETS WEB FOC WITH GIRAN AND THE SPIDER)

I’m only on like chapter 19 n right and like I’m pretty sure Grian is already saved by the end (might I mention damn bruh 300K WORDS??!!?!?!??! Absolute mad lad) but I think it would be. Silly, perhaps. If like… Arachne mad Grian hurt Ren and Iskall and Python (or just others in general), to be like, safe yk? If he gets hurt or something like, Arachne would heal Grian if others got hurt. Like let’s say Grian gets hurt or sick, REALLY badly. Like really bad bad badly. Arachne would be like “hey, I’ll heal u but if I do I hurt the others.” Therefore making Grian 1. Feel guilty 2. Feel reluctant to go back. Like if he gets saved, he would feel reluctant to go back because they would hate him, and 3. When he was saved, he might be really keeping to himself instead of being like “YAYYY GUY GUYS SAVED ME”, he’d think he wouldn’t deserve it and that he was a horrible person and stuff.

Just um.

Clears throat. Scratches back of neck.

Y’know an uhh.

Cough.

Just an uhhh. Just a thought…

I uh... I think I'm gonna simply keep my mouth shut on this one. Cause uh... *Nervously glances at the rest of the story*

#ask fluid #w anon #citsw asks

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punkrockcrow · 2 years

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this is just a ramble about my own fic, as you were..

in there’s no plan (there’s no race to be run), regulus is rotting. that’s the easy way to put it, you see. he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t want to do anything, he wishes constantly for everything to stop and look, james is not his saviour. james is a bloke who hides himself all the time and regulus is so used to hiding himself also that he thinks oh okay i understand him now. regulus didn’t like james not because he was sunshiney or a himbo, he didn’t like james because james is so good at pretending that he fooled the master in the art, the regulus black himself. and he didn’t know. he only notices he was fooled when they have a chat.

because you see, regulus lives in his cage and in a way he’s comfortable in there. it’s not that he isn’t strong enough to break free but that part of him thinks it’s not up to him and he can’t deal with making a decision about it because he’s scared he’ll get it wrong. james lives in his own little world and his optimism, his ray of sunshine is his own demise. neither of them are saviours. they’re just two pretenders who somehow found their way into each other.

now. they fell in love. regulus doesn’t allow himself to think too much about it. he dwells on the issues: uni. his hopelessness. his sense of failure. but falling for james happens unthinkingly because in a way, if he were to think about it, it would make falling for james another worry that would be near all the stuff that he’s desperately trying to avoid. he doesn’t think about it because everything in his mind is fogged and bitter, and falling for james is not.

sirius is different, for example. they talk about remus. they think about him. they go on and on, in their own mind and not. they feel safe as they fall for remus and it’s something they hadn’t felt before and thus, they want to talk about it. it’s new. it’s lovely. so why not?

remus comes into the story in the most random way possible. why’s that? why the fuck do they meet at tesco’s because of cheap vodka? well. regulus is a overthinker. i mean, hell, uncle alphard mentions uni once and he has a mental breakdown over it. he thinks and thinks and thinks, and that’s his world. that’s where he’s truly from, that’s how he’s his most real; in thought. so. when he meets remus, he knows fuck all. the weird, unintentional, random things that happen in his life are not the ones he ever expects. remus comes into his life because his childhood cat died. like what the fuck. regulus is genuinely so baffled that he can’t even form a thought and though that’s where he’s truly himself, in the unexpected there’s no facade, there’s no time for him to find a character that will fit remus. he’s just unprepared. and he’s himself. and so, remus, in a way, is the one person he never had to pretend in his entire life. he’s true from the first moment they met, without even realising. and he’s a silly little guy, y’know. he’s just vibing in his sad little world. and then boom! remus lupin. i love them.

sometimes i see people saying remus and regulus wouldn’t be friends because they’re too alike and would bring each other down (because they’re miserable sods, essentially) which i happen to think is full-on wrong. two people who are not happy, who go through a lot, can absolutely have a healthy relationship. saying someone who’s mentally ill will bring you down is a fucked up thing to say, let me tell you that. i don’t get to control my depression lads i’m sorry i say some sad stuff every once in a while. like. mate. what the fuck. assuming they are miserable sods, i think they would have a special bond and understand one another quite beautifully, and would see each other with kinder yet truthful eyes and (surprise!) try to help. if you have a friend, you don’t bring them down, do you? you try as hard as you can to lift them when they stumble and if they can’t do it themselves, you fucking carry them through the mud. they TRY. that’s the thing with remus and regulus, they’re always fucking trying. and so, to say they wouldn’t be friends for that reason, is simply.. silly. very silly.

like regulus yeah? he doesn’t care about himself. he’s whatever. but remus cares about him and so he tries a bit, and yes, at the beginning he would be doing it for remus but who’s to say that over time he won’t be doing it for himself? sometimes having someone who cares genuinely about you is what makes you think huh maybe i’m not so awful. you don’t have to love yourself to be in a healthy relationship, platonic or otherwise. it’s a process. sometimes having people who care for you makes it easier for you to do too. i’m fucking tired of hearing people say that, if you can’t tell. it’s fucking stupid.

with all that in mind. let’s circle back to james. james is a complicated person, you see. he sounds very simple and it’s so fucking easy to write him in a very uncomplicated way. it’s so easy to say he’s happy and be done with it. he’s insecure, needy, he’s co-dependent and naive, even. he’ll forget whatever is going on with him to focus on someone else. he doesn’t like himself very much. he’s all over the place really, which is completely fine. the minute he can talk, he rambles about the people he loves. so naturally, he avoids himself. james is so used to being james that he often forgets he’s not all that comes with the name. he’s not just his parents son, he’s not just remus’ best friend. but he doesn’t know that. he thinks that’s what makes him valuable and not so bad, being for others.

the only moment he’s being himself, as in james, a boy and nothing else, is when he teaches regulus to ride a bike. he learnt when he was young as a way to escape, from showing his thoughts to other people. he gets in the bike and goes away, and when he’s far enough, he breaks down. alone. no one has to know. and then he rides it again and puts the pieces of his mask back together and as soon as he’s back, he’s just the mask really.

he teaches regulus how to ride a bike because regulus craves control and james only ever loses it when he’s alone, when he’s on a bike - and in a way, that’s when he’s in control also. so he wants to share it with regulus, to show him some place far but he wants to be there with him, in the bike riding away because he doesn’t like being alone when he loses it and knows how hard it is. he wants to give regulus a escape, and also a piece of himself.

he’s learning stuff about himself too. he’s lost. they’re all lost, if i’m honest. that’s why they’re so entangled with each other, i think.

about sirius and regulus. i don’t even know. sirius in this is such a fucking fab individual. i just wanted to write them as friends, if i’m honest. they’re brothers, yeah but i mean FRIENDS?! i know, who knew that was even possible. sirius is a force of nature in this one, i love them to bits. they’re simping over remus. they’re finding stuff about themself. they’re rocking the world with their art. and they’re nagging their little brother every night and holding him up when he’s falling apart. they’re just... everything. i don’t think regulus fully comprehends how much he’s alive still until the painting scene. then he’s like. fuck, okay. so i exist enough that my brother noticed i hate this wall and cares about me enough to do something about it. and oh, they’re also not forcing me to do anything. of course, they’re not pfft (when really, in their mind, they feel just as relieved as surprised because he sort of expects to be told off and forced to continue uni because that’s what their parents would do) (so when sirius says they’re not with them anymore, it’s the final confirmation that his life is his own and he gets to be a bit lost in it, and that’s fine)

#fic: there’s no plan (there’s no race to be run)#jegulus fic

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johnmccharmly · 3 years

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What I've gathered from Get Back is that Peter Jackson is a McLennon supporter haha. However on a more serious note, watching how obsessed John and Paul are with each other... To the point where you can fully feel the tension and longing between them through the screen is absolutely incredible. It brings me such agonizing pain to think that the universe pulled them apart in this lifetime...

Lennon / McCartney est. 1957... I have truly never seen anything like it... The way they look at eachother. The way they speak without words. The way they can have a whole conversation through music. The way one can finish the others thought and even predict what the other would say. It's absolutely and utterly beautiful. Once in a lifetime ordeal y’know.

Not to veer off topic but let me just say: Peter Jackson... Bravo. His editing was brilliant, never missing little details, especially the ones he knew those real fans would notice. Nothing was a mistake. He managed to capture and tell the story of the Beatles beautifully, such a difficult task, yet he succeeded with ease...He addressed, and delivered those special moments of the band as well so as if you were right there with them. Each scene you could feel the exact mood of the moment. Almost like experiencing whatever emotion it was from joy, to anger, to sadness, to absolute giddiness right there with them.and then managed to capture John and Paul’s relationship even better, something not many have been able to do through film, or literature, or even had the guts to try. However Jackson noticed, and brilliantly captured how special, deep, and intense the connection between them was, from the longing stares, the smiles, laughs, painfully intense eye contact, goofy banter and overall just those little moments that make John and Paul... Well John and Paul. It’s an almost indescribable thing those two, and Jackson managed to get it all across.

Back to McLennon... It’s painful for me to watch those two so happy and still carrying that a spark from that fiery bond they shared for oh so many years, and to know that here soon, they’ll begin let something so rare, so beautiful heartbreakingly dwindle away... I can't even begin to imagine how painful it is for Paul... Seeing first hand how rare, how intense his connection was with his Johnny, only to watch himself let it slip through his fingers. Just seeing the countless times John reached out for Paul through jokes or silly lyrics or random comments almost to say “I miss you please stay, even though I can't say it out loud because i'm a daft lad so you say it first” and Paul just miss it, or refuse to acknowledge it out of fear of whatever it was they had. You can even see it in Paul, in the ways he stares bullets through John at points in the film, and the LOOKS. The LOOKS he gives him that seem to be saying “I’m watching you slip away but god please don't go I need you Johnny”. It’s obvious in their silent communications that there is just so much they want to say to one another, but for whatever reason simply cannot bring it out to the surface. You see that's the tragic part of it all... What could have been if they just communicated their obvious feelings towards each other, platonically or not, just sharing how they felt towards one another could have potentially changed everything.

In the end, this documentary captured even further the otherworldly connection of John Lennon and Paul McCartney that to this day, hardly remains matched. Seeing first hand how those two just divinely fit into one another was a gift that I am so endlessly thankful to have witnessed. Their relationship was written in the stars, and if you can watch this film and say otherwise, I really don't know what to tell you.

A huge Thank You to Peter Jackson for showing the world who the Beatles really were, apart from the “Four mop top lads that put out some good songs, went weird, turned into hippies, then fought and broke up” haha! Then especially for capturing something so difficult and complex as the ethereal relationship that is John Lennon and Paul McCartney through editing in those little details that truly communicate volumes as to how strongly they really felt towards one another... Though my opinion may be biased, I think one thing is clear as day, I will be in intense McLennon pain for the foreseeable future :) Kudos if you read to the end! Much appreciated to have all my mad rambles heard out <3

“Say goodnight Paul… Goodnight John...” :’ )

#john lennon #paul mccartney #mclennon #the beatles #lennon mccartney #john lennon and paul mccartney #mclennon feels #get back 2021 #peter jackson #get back #they are soulmates #god i miss them #i miss mclennon

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dicksoutformtl · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking about sorlato a lot lads, not just in my silly self ship either but like them as a unit.

I try not to talk about my thoughts with them as I feel everyones really thought through when writing them as characters & I just kinda slap little thoughts an feelings I have but there’s really nothing to go off of i guess— is the word I’m looking for :’) i think. Aa but I’m trying to get more confident with talking about them.

So hi hello, this will be a pretty damn long wall of word vomit that may or may not be coherent, I’m not good at writing thoughts to words in the best way lol. If you don’t want to read this totally ignore or block me if you need to c: I apologize there’s no read more I’m on mobile & don’t have access to a computer to put one in.

Gelato is Slavic;

I always flip flop between on a specific country a lot there’s a lot of really neat places with individual culture & so on but in general I normally go with Russia. Mostly because as a kid & if I’m being honest now I’ve been really into Russian history|culture|etc so in my head it’s like natural choice.. I guess aha

But I have entertained the idea of maybe Poland or Lithuania, though I don’t know a whole lot about either of those countries, i do think it’d be neat to mmh explore with him i think is the word I’m thinking of ;;;

Sorbet on the other hand;

I’m always torn on because I like the idea of him having mixed heritages. I tend to lean towards maybe middle eastern with European ties that immigrate to Italy when he’s pretty young like I dunno 12 years—

but I also like the idea of him being Ukrainian. I have other thoughts & ideas for him but I tend to flip flop on those alot. Though I am always a huge fan of them both being from the same place, in my normal case with gelato they’d be from Russia.

Maybe because I love older men but I always think of them in their mid to late 40’s;

Sorbet is the older of the two of them with Gelato being 3 years younger then him.

& I always go off of from 2001 normally when I am talking about just them, so that have their birthdates at Sorbet 1952-1956 & Gelato at 1956-1959. I do have birthdays i think they’d been born on but aa yeah.

I think they give off military vibes;

Especially Gelato, though back then when they were growig up you don’t really get a uh choice to join the military or not unless y’know.* I don’t know, i guess. but I do know he holds that hh holds that look in his eyes, there’s a certain look I see when I think of him that just screams to me that he’s seen hidden horrors & was put through a lot that wasn’t just generational trauma or the world around him etc.

Gelato also gives off for a lack of better wording manic energy, that makes him just be way to much for people thats not used to him. he’s able to turn it off in a way, there isn’t a time or place in war for that kinda unbridle energy & for awhile he’d stamp it down but it’s just hard, it’s really hard to keep it down. It’s just a lot to much honestly for a person to handle & I just *know* he wasn’t able to keep it down & it caused something *huge* & horrible to happen an it still haunts him.

Sorbet on the other hand;

While I do think he was in the military for several reasons, I think when I look at him his eyes tell me his thing his thing was already there & near it’s tipping point, when he was eventually in the military just pushed it over.

like gelato he has the generational trauma & y’know the world around him but his thing is not it mmh— it doesn’t affect him outwardly at least to those who don’t know him well enough but those who do know him well enough know how much it eats at him, on the outside he is steadfast & unphased but on the inside it often consumes him.

I want to say to say it has something to do with his family life or maybe something brought up around his community that’s stuck with him. Something that was near the boiling point though before the war took over. I don’t always go the war route for sorbet especially, but gelato also, though that tends to be the biggest thought I have for them.

||* I mean that’s how I always understood it, but don’t quote me please ; v ; ) ||

I really like that sorbet;

gives off the vibes he’s all calm & cool an collected but he is just as chaotic as gelato but he’s not near as like impulsive (??) about it as his husband is. Don’t be fooled by his soft voice & reserved appearance he’s just as ready to cause mayhem.

With this said I do like to think as the years go on they both slow their rolls a bit, i mean they still go absolutely wild but not as wide spread & as often as in their youth. There are exceptions such as their career & in my head they have these certain days as either celebration for things they’ve achieved|survived|etc etc or maybe to have those lost they cared for they cause problems in their memory alive.

Gelato is a given for being out there & I say that affectionately but;

the idea of people seeing sorbet doing something considers out of the ordinary, at the very least to them is out there, just sparks a joy in my heart & never fails to make me laugh. Like I don’t have a whole lot of thoughts on this it’s just something I think about a bit that varies a lot but still is just very silly.

The only other thought I have is, I definitely know they have a couple shared hobbies that people are always confused as to why sorbet is doing them also. But jokes on them he’s the one who got gelato into it & it’s now a shared an beloved thing to do together.

And I do hope it’s ok to add this, I’ve seen others headcanon this also though they actually had it;

But I like to think gelato has adhd or at the very least something within that spectrum. Now I don’t know a whole lot about adhd but from what little I do & from what I understand he’s definitely in that area.

This one I can’t explain it well or at least coherently enough for others;

Sorbet deals with lots of guilt that’s not even his own but he carrys & holds it as if it’s his own. I just hh It’s just a feeling I have for him. I also think dealt with other heavier things but I do not have any like solid ideas it’s just a feeling I got.

Something that I love about these two;

Is they have the kind of relationship where they just hold genuine love for one another.

It’s not exaggerated nor is it something you hold secret resentment towards. I am not saying they didn’t have issues or problems in the years they’d even together, but what I’m trying to say is they are able to actually work through it & not have it be held against one another.

They hold honest to god adoration for one another & there’s more feelings but I am dreadful with putting soft sappy feelings into words but it has me crying over it thinking about it ; v ; ) *

||* I won’t fully rewrite this above but I wanted to clarify that their relationship isnt the full, what i refer to as puppy love, but as the years go on they’re just content to exist with each other with that soft joy that you get with spending time of your loved ones. But what I was trying to say but aa missed their relationship with one another is very healthy one & problems they may have are worked through c: hope that will clear it up~!!

I can’t remember who said this one :’) but to whoever said it I love you sm;

I think about this a lot like the mental image of Gelato playing the guitar but not singing very well or supposedly, but sorbet just being all heart eyes over him, is just magical & I hold it dear to my heart. Honestly same, same gelato lol.

The rest of these are just silly things with little thought behind them;

- Sorbet has a pollen allergy, it’s horrible & sucks for him but shh he do be lookin kinda cute

- Gelato used to be able to be super flexible like not quite contortionist level but pretty damn close

- They both have a stick n poke tattoo they gave eachother, sorbet has the sun & gelato has the moon so when they hold hands it looks like they interlock

- Sorbet is good at slight of hand like crazy good at it, mostly used for gambling but he’s totally used it to get out of sticky situations

- They both have a shared garden. Sorbet is really good at growing vegetables & other things of that nature. Gelato has a beautiful flower garden that he’s incredibly proud of

- Sorry if you’ve gotten this far but I legally have to assign a character this & Gelato just in my head screams he can open beer bottles an the such with his teeth. It’s a pretty damn impressive trick especially back when he was younger, but god is it bad for the teeth lol*

||* I knew a person irl who could do this way back when I was a little kid & I’m still like super impressed by it to this day. Like damn Will really could do that huh. But no I jokingly give at least 1 or more characters I adore this trick. For context :P

Last thought cause ive been writing this for a solid 4 hours now & I can still go on but I recognize I need to stop myself lol

These are what I imagine their voices/etc sounding like least the best I can put into words;

Sorbet when speaking talks with a lilt to his voice, kinda like sing-song with his accent that you can still kinda hear from leftover years. It’s really soothing to listen to normally, but can also be eerie for a unlucky victim.

If you’re lucky enough to witness this, when he gets excited or really happy about something his voice will momentarily reach a really high pitch that just has this sound to it you can like *feel* the joy he’s feeling before dropping back to normal his face gets really red when he realizes he made the sound, it’s really endearing.

His laugh if he’s doing his real one, he gives off the vibes to have what I call the polite laugh you do, starts quiet & slow then just kinda explodes. 100/10 you need to hear it. I also think he could have what I also call a sleepy kinda laugh he’ll do at times also.

Gelato when he talks is very distinct kind of voice, like how you can hear some actors/singers/people’s voice & just *know* it’s that person. It’s very rough sounding like gravel & has low rumble that you can, in a way, feel. Has a noticeable accent but doesn’t necessarily get in the way but you know this is a second language at least.

Not uh necessarily a voice thing but also kinda is, does that thing I adore when people forget a word in one language so they try to either explain it to you in vague ways in the language or they just start muttering to themselves in their native language trying to figure it out. Absolutely shouts it a little to loud at you with a triumphant smile when he remembers the word.

His laugh, depends who you are, can be the worst fucking thing or it’s oddly lovable. It’s like a rusty hyena that comes from deep in his chest & at points will rise high then drop lower it’s just all over the place. He definitely has a squeal to it when he gets really into something that makes him overly happy & amused, honest to god sorbet and me shh thinks it’s just the most adorable thing ever.

#honestly i am so sorry this is long post of nonsense :’)#if somethings wrong or i need to tag/take something out please let me know. i dont know if its needed but just in case #i dont know! i dont know i just love these two so much & i wanna get more comfy with talking about them #if you read this i am legally obligated to compensate you lol /j #ok !! sorry i will be quiet now. good night !!#long post ??#sorbet and gelato #sorbet jjba #gelato jjba #sorlato #<- does this count ??? id assume yes jdndnd

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mysweetgeo · 3 years

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Magical Mystery George

Pairings: 1967 George x Reader

Summary: Just a teeny little blurb about George in his Magical Mystery Tour wizard costume !

Warnings: No smut, but implied intercourse between reader and George

You’d been ‘on set’ for the lads newest movie, Magical Mystery Tour, which was an impromptu idea that Paul had had, which led to him picking you and George up at your home in Esher a few days earlier.

They were currently filming a small bit where the four boys were dressed as wizards, which you had to admit George looked infinitely handsome in.

In between takes he’d come up to you and stood between your legs as you sat in the chair labeled ‘George Harrison’.

“Y’know, I believe this seats reserved,” he murmured, leaning close to your face with a smirk present on his face, his pupils dark and dilated. Whether it was due to lust or drugs, you would never know.

“Yeah?” You asked, “Well I think that it’s got my last name on it, so I’m privileged to sit here,” you said in a cocky voice, grabbing ahold of George’s face.

“I—“ George’s voice faltered when your hands grasped his face, your thumbs running up and down his chiselled jawline.

You grinned, watching his face tinge pink as he got more and more flustered, his agitation peaking when he had to draw his eyes away from yours.

“Oh, sweet Georgie can’t talk now can he?” You teased, a sultry expression on your face as his faced turned a deeper shade of red, nearly matching the silly hat he had on.

You only grinned in victory when he didn’t answer, “Mm,” you hummed, “y’know you look so handsome in these robes,” you growled into his ear under your breath as you bit his ear lobe seductively.

George gasped as his breath caught in his throat, causing the blood to drain from his face, undoubtedly filling another void.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” George murmured into your ear with urgency, his hands reaching out for you, an indescribable need to touch you, to feel you, coming over him.

“Thought I saw an empty bus outside,” You said, your voice only encouraging him.

“Gotta be quick,” George groaned, picking you up and carrying you out the door without a word to the others.

No one had noticed you were gone, but your flushed faces, messy hair, and George’s (now missing) hat did draw attention when you came back.

George’s hand was stuck in yours, keeping you close to his side as you both carried on different conversations with different people.

#george harrison #the beatles #love #john lennon #music #paul mccartney #ringo starr #beatles x reader #george #george harrison fic #magical mystery tour #wizard #1967

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phoenixes-and-wizards · 4 years

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i just realized that the siblings never really discussed the fact that klaus honest-to-goodness died, so hear me out:

imagine that one night, after every single apocalypse the world could possibly throw at them has been averted and they’re all getting ready for an ‘adult sleepover’ (which is basically just a bullshit excuse they pull to build the most awesome blankets-and-pillows fort ever), diego blurts out “hey, luther, remember the time you got high for the first time at that rave?” and klaus chuckles and adds “yeah, the one where i died?”

and all movement in the kitchen just--freezes.

vanya and allison stare at him, open-mouthed, the bottles of nail varnish on the table temporarily forgotten; luther’s hands curl into fists, even as he tries to breath in all slow and deep; five’s left eye is doing this funny little twitchy thing; and diego actually manages to squeeze the popcorn bowl in half.

"oh, but hey, hey! don't worry, you silly chickens. look at me, i'm alive right now, so there's no damage done really. to be honest, being dead felt like that one time in california when this lovely lad and i found a gigantic stash of chocolate pudding, and i--hngg!!"

and of course klaus doesn’t notice because he’s soooo used to flying underneath his siblings’ radar, so when they all attack him at once in a massive group hug, he screams, his body going into fight-or-flight mode, before he realizes that they’re scolding him out of pure worry.

”you ramble about a billion different things, and yet the one time something this important happens to you, you just conveniently 'forget’ to tell us?” five scoffs, with his face smushed into somebody’s collarbone.

klaus can’t tell who, can’t really make out where his body ends and another sibling’s begins and suddenly, klaus feels nothing but love and gratitude for them, because hey whaddya know, his family actually cares about his fucked-up ass.

“y’know, i really wish ben were here,” vanya mutters after a bit in a shaky voice.

and diego pats her hair softly because it’s yet another thing they share aside from the shittiest luck when it comes to love: to have their brother back after seventeen years of mourning him, and lose him within the next hour without a proper goodbye.

“don’t worry, vanny,” klaus says, squeezing her tight. “i’m sure he’s up there puking his guts out at how lovey-dovey we’re being right now.”

and just like that the spell is broken. his siblings suddenly find better things to do, like cleaning up the spilled popcorn and giving vanya’s fingers another coat of shiny varnish, but klaus just gives them all the widest shit-eating grin he can muster, because ben--curse the bastard--is right again:

it’s all gravy.

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franstastic-ideas · 3 years

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Y’know those dreams about one’s crush liking them back? And then the feeling they get when they wake up and realize it was all just a dream? How would the skeletons react when experiencing this?

UT!Sans: It's a bittersweet conundrum for him. On the one hand, he's so disappointed that it was all just a dream. But on the other, it wasn't a nightmare. Frisk is such a sweet and powerful presence in his life that his nightmares have turned to cute, innocent fantasies of the two of them together.

UT!Papyrus: Papyrus canonically doesn't sleep that much, so this dream is a rare occurrence, perhaps a nocturnal message from fate. Like his brother, he wakes up just a little grumpy that it wasn't real. In fact, this makes him not want to sleep anymore because he doesn't want that wild imagination in his skull to have an opportunity to jape him so cruelly again.

UF!Sans: He cries when he realizes it was all just a dream. He grabs his pillow that he'd been cuddling and kissing in his sleep and throws it to the floor. "like she'd ever...!" He hisses, but then he retrieves it a few minutes later and curls back up under the blankets. 'at least i can kiss 'er in my dreams...' he thinks, before drifting off once more.

UF!Papyrus: As with his Undertale counterpart, he sees the dream as a cruel trick that his mind has played on him, a wondrous, too-good-to-be-true vision to punish him for not staying wide-socketed and alert. Oh sure, if Sans or Undyne somehow ever hear about the dream, he'll scoff and say that he can create a reality with Chara so beauteous that the sugary sweet dream would seem like a mediocre nightmare... but that's really him talking himself up, as usual. He ponders alone why she can't love him like in his fantasy.

US!Sans: He awakes with his boney lips pressed softly against his pillow, his arms trapping it in an embrace against his chest. He too awakes feeling just a little down that none of what he saw was true, that amazing, stunning, nearly blinding smile from his beloved sunshine merely a hope inside a dream... But then he remembers that he can make that happen in reality! He rushes right out of bed, then he's on his way to visit Frisk, to try and see that beautiful, genuine smile brought by him and him alone.

US!Papyrus: I mentioned in a past post or two that, though he isn't completely aware of it, sometimes Papyrus has visions of the future and alternate timelines. Well, by this point he's wondering if he has some form of foresight, and he wants to hold onto the hope that what he saw was something that's actually attainable. That it wasn't just a silly fantasy, or a reality exclusive to one of his other selves.

SF!Sans: "TCH. WHAT FRIVOLOUS NONSENSE..." He mutters when he opens his sockets and comes to his senses. In truth, he was far more touched by the dream than he would ever be willing to admit. Sans doesn't sleep that much since he's so busy, and his body can store enough energy that he won't have to again for a while - but he finds his mind wandering back to the scenes in his dream more than once. It's even a little difficult for him to look Frisk in the face the next few times they meet, something that throws her completely off.

SF!Papyrus: He wonders at first if it was inappropriate for his mind to dream such things, even though what he witnessed was entirely innocent. There's a sense of shame that follows him, since he's not used to experiencing such things - being selfish and having her love all for himself, even if only for that fantastical moment. Unlike many of the other skeletons, once he stops beating himself up over having it in the first place, Papyrus can only feel happiness when he thinks about the love he and his human shared, though it wasn't real.

G!Sans: G wakes up with a dumb grin on his face. He turns over and just laughs and laughs into his pillow until his ribs start to hurt. Sure it was a nice dream and it sucked that it wasn't real, especially since he's hinted around and flirted with Frisk for what's felt like ages. But he decides that he's gonna use this dream to his advantage. The mad lad actually tells Frisk all about it, and he's gonna gauge her reaction. If she isn't weirded out by it or doesn't brush off what he says as a joke, then this could lead to an actual confession, he thinks!

G!Papyrus: Green is so flustered. The blush on his cheekbones present when he wakes follows him throughout the day. He can't look at Chara in the eyes for a long time afterward, and it annoys her greatly. It also annoys Undyne, so she grabs him (much to Alphys's dismay) and demands to know what's going on. He barely gets it out that he had a dream about Chara; Undyne's shocked beyond words he'd think of something so scandalous, unconsciously or not... but she quickly regains her wits when she finds out that the two were just holding hands in his little nighttime fantasy - there wasn't even any smooching.

W.D. Gaster: He takes the dream as a sign that the moment he's been waiting for has finally come. Gaster's been trying to woo the lovely Frisk for a while now, taking his time with courting her. But even though he's a man of science (and magic), he's also a firm believer of messages from the beyond. He gets ready for the day and begins to plan his proposal; that he and Frisk should, how the humans say, go steady.

#franstastic answers #frans #papara #frister #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #gaster!sans #g!sans #gaster!papyrus #g!papyrus #headcanons

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footballxwrites · 3 years

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John Stones one where he gets jealous because a national team player flirts with you (maybe grealish, I can see him flirting with literally everything 😂💙)

“You should come along and watch us lot train one day...my pace is next level” he smirked, knowing he was being cocky as you giggled at his flirting ways while the pair of you stood at the bar getting the round of drinks in...already feeling John’s eyes on you. “I don’t doubt it is” you shook your head, joking on with your boyfriend’s teammate to keep your bored self occupied while the cocktails took their time, “not to mention my thighs, they’re proper big y’know...go on have a feel” he weirdly flexed, giving you a small nudge as you gently shoved him back, sending yourself into a fit of laughter, that being the last straw for your annoyed fella.

“Ah perfect timing, come on there’s a thirsty group of lads over there waiting” you felt John’s arm snake around you and plant a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck, lightly touching your sweet spot as you bit your lips, reluctantly pushing him off you to grab the tray, “I’ve missed you” he whispered, pinching your bum as you slapped his hand away with a roll of the eyes, continuing your harmless conversation with Jack. “Right I’ll see you later mr Grealish” you sighed, giving in after feeling your very much “matured” boyfriend let out huffs of annoyance even two seconds and tug at your hand in attempt to pull you away, “don’t forget my offer yeah” he winked in a jokey fashion as you felt the grip on your hand tighten.

“Dick” he mumbled under his breath as the two of you reached the table and you dished out the much needed drinks, “ah he’s a laugh man” you grinned, winding him up to the max to which you couldn’t give the slightest shit about. “He was nonstop fucking flirting with you” he replied in an obvious sarcastic tone, staring deep into your eyes as you gave back a blank stare, “well no shit Sherlock...and?”

“And? are you serious right now” he huffed, furrowing his brows towards you, “he meant nothing by it darling, just being silly” you said, stroking his cheek while giving him the classic puppy dog eyes. “Someone getting all jelly” you cooed, tapping at his pout lip as he nodded gently, slithering a hand to grip your waist and pulling you onto his knee, “can’t have anyone stealing my girl now can I”

“Oh behave, I ain’t going anywhere and you know it” you said with a reassuring wink, running a hand across his sensitive groin area making him hitch a breath as you smashed you lips together, his mind at ease and gaining a sense achievement when he spotted Jack glaring across from the bar at the pair of you, making your boyfriend go all out with the PDA the entirety of the night 🤍

#football #footballer #football blurb #footballer imagine #john stones #man city

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Little Miss Heartbreaker

Chapter 4 - Caught Out

“What happened?” he’s asking, a slight breathy chuckle running through his voice as he points towards the tampons, bras and photo of your dog that were now scattered across the floor, reaching his hand out for you to pull yourself up with as you finally make it back onto your feet.

“I just, um, tripped” you giggle as he mirrors your reaction, looking up at him as you study his face, taking in all of his features - the ones you’d spent so long zooming in on when you’d stalked his Instagram only the other day - those perfect eyes, his soft plump lips, that gorgeous little smile. And then you’re quickly looking back down at the ground when you notice him doing exactly the same thing to you, wondering why on Earth an England international footballer, and one of the most attractive ones you’d like to point out, was looking at you just like the people in the movies do - or maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, he was probably just looking at a spot on your forehead or something, but a girl can dream.

“Oh, um, I’m Dom, by the way” he’s saying when he realises that you’re getting more and more anxious by the second. Sticking his hand out for you to shake, a gesture that you were secretly grateful for because the thought of hugging him right now would have probably killed you. Your thumb laying next to his as your hands slot together, giving him your best smile as he flashes you those teeth that you’d been dreaming about grazing over your skin - not that you’d actually been dreaming about him, of course of you hadn’t, that would be so unprofessional, and he definitely one hundred percent hadn’t been on your mind every day. Definitely not.

“Nice to meet you” you whisper as you watch those huge gentle eyes soften with your voice, cringing at how quietly the comment came out but you knew what happened the last time you tried to correct yourself, which is why you’re just leaving it as it is. Turning to follow him as he steps around you and over the mess that’s scattered around on the floor, perching himself down on the end of the bed as the reality of Dominic Calvert-Lewin being in the same room as you finally hits. A slightly shocked, slightly ‘this is what dreams are made of’ look creeping onto your face as you stand there frozen in the middle of the room. Your lips parted a tiny bit and your eyes almost popping out of your head, not quite believing that you were going to be falling asleep in the same space that he’d just sat on.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have sat here without asking” he’s saying as he quickly stands up, mistaking your stare as one of disgust as you make a mental note to practise your shocked expression in the mirror, just in case you scare another footballer with your not-so-welcoming glare. “I get so used to sharing with the boys and we’re always in and out of each other’s rooms, treating them like our own, I’m so sorry” he’s finishing as he shuffles from one foot to the other.

“Don’t be silly” you’re laughing as you make your way towards your suitcase, shoving all of the contents back inside before zipping it up and standing it against the wall.

“I would offer to help you unpack but I don’t think it’s right to be going through a lady’s bag, especially since there’s, y’know, personal stuff in there” he’s chuckling as you start to blush. Secretly wishing that the ground would swallow you up now that he’d clearly seen your bras and tampons, not that they were particularly hard to miss considering he’d literally stepped over them two minutes ago, but the thought of him seeing your girly bits was enough to bring that furious pink glow back to your cheeks. Letting out an awkward giggle before you’re signalling towards the bed, hating that your guest - well he wasn’t really a guest and that’s probably not the best term to be describing him with if you’re someone who’s come to fill a professional role at the club - was just stood there looking as awkward as anything after almost getting your knickers hooked on the end of his toe and being on the receiving end of your (it-wasn’t-meant-to-be) death glare.

Taking a deep breath as you climb onto one side of the bed, patting the space next to you so that he knows it’s definitely okay to sit down this time. Propping his head up against the headboard as he looks down at you, desperate to just lean up and press your lips onto his, but again, that would be highly inappropriate and there’s no way he’d ever have the same thought running through his mind, which is why you’re just engaging in small-talk instead.

“Are you into football then? Like, do you follow a team?” he’s asking once you’ve moved away from the topic of the weather and how busy the roads were on your journey up, as well as an in-depth discussion on whether orange juice was better than apple juice. Dying just to say ‘Everton’ so that you could watch him smile, but you knew that your dad would kill you if you pretended to support another team. Giving him a half nod and opening your mouth before a knock on the door is making you jump out of your skin, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ as you get up off the bed. Peeking through the tiny glass hole and wanting to throw up when you realise who it is, taking a deep shaky breath before twisting the lock.

“Y/NNNN!” they’re all singing in unison as they bundle their way through the door.

“Thought we’d all come and pick you up for lunch” that boy is saying as he points to Jesse and Marcus who had accompanied him, giving them all a shy smile before Jesse’s clocking Dom sprawled out on the bed.

“Woah, you don’t hang about do you” he’s laughing as you go bright red, wanting to die you up as you gulp at his words. Catching the boy who’d been looking you up and down ever since you got here side eyeing you up from across the room, feeling like you’re shrinking under his gaze as you step back and lean against the wall. Dom picking up on the slight tension as he scratches the back of his head, cringing at the fact that nobody had laughed at Jesse’s comment, not that it was particularly amusing. That person finding your awkwardness quite entertaining as you watch him smirk to himself whilst subtly licking the corner of his lips and undressing you with his eyes.

“You alright, Jadon?” Dom’s asking as his eyes blow wide, stumbling on his words as he looks back at him, realising that he was aware of the way he’d just stared at you. The other two lads flicking their attention between you and Jadon, that was his name, as an uncomfortable silence falls over the whole room. Nodding his head and starting to make his way back towards the door as he takes a quick glance at himself in the mirror.

“Lunch, anyone?” he’s calling before stepping out into the hallway.

#little miss heartbreaker #trent alexander arnold #jadon sancho #marcus rashford #jesse lingard #dominic calvert lewin #dele #ben chilwell #james maddison #ruben loftus cheek #england nt #football blurb #football imagine

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