#they're bartenders too yay

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

When Charlie is depressed, Vaggie holds her and sings her own version of "Cheer Up, Charlie" from "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". The rest of the staff have secretly witnessed this at one point or another, but never speak of it because they'll never admit that seeing the princess being sung to by her girlfriend made them cry.

only for Charlie (and their hypothetical unborn child) will Vaggie do this,

and only Charlie (and their hypothetical unborn child) can witness her doing this and live in safety afterwards

unfortunately for Vaggie, there are other people living with them now (friends) (found family) (Those Pests) (who she and charlie would die for)

-and THEY have a bad knack for being bored and snooping on moments they clearly shouldn't

(being fair angel thought vaggie was cheering charlie up in a total different way and would've been less embarrassed listening in if they HAD being doing what he thought)

(being fair to husk when angel drags him over to listen too, Vaggie's gay af cover and clearly love stuck voice gives the song a whole new vibe)

after that no one else can be blamed for humming the song. you can't escape it once the bartender has the earworm

and here follows a very jumpy day of a them all trying not to hum the song where VAGGIE will see it's THEM humming it, (like a deadly game of marco polo or freeze tag) because she makes up for only having one eye with a truly terrifying glare and hell help anyone who doesn't stop the split second before her head whips around to stare at them suspiciously. her spear, also suspiciously, stays in hand the whole day

a successfully cheered up Charlie (and Vaggie is sO relieved to see that, consequences be damned) trots by at one point like Wow The Hotel Just Feels So CHEERFUL Today!!! Am Missing Something Or Is Everyone Else Feeling Extra Happy??

everyone looks from her to Vaggie (or rather, vaggie's very pointed spear)

and they all agree (angel gags niffty before she can say otherwise) that they're just So Happy Today. Yes. Yep. That's all that's going on here. Nothing else at all

Charlie waltz's off (literally) with Vaggie stalking after her while shooting one more (probably not literally?) murderous glare over her shoulder

and no one got hurt! yay!!!

(it's prime blackmail material, on the partner of the princess of HELL no less, and they all gather at the bar to swear each other to secrecy) (not because of vaggie's glares or spear) (absolutely because of the painfully sappy look she got when she looked back at the honest to gay frolicking Charlie)

(imagine charlie and vaggie trying to save their souls meanwhile they're all muttering together: these two are such Idiots about each other, We Need To Protect Them From Their Own Stupid Love. but like, for selfish reasons. of course)

a week later alastor tries playing a snippet of the original song around vaggie just to see what happens

he decides, very CASUALLY, not to do that again. and to keep in mind the fact that charlie's hotel manager can snap a solid oak banister with one hand

(he likes his microphone in one piece thank you) (and his antlers) (and his Neck)

[the-raging-tempest]

🍍🍓🍩 for Lariel and 🍰🍫🍇 for Zrise?

Thank you Ash! Answered 🍫 here! Sorry this has taken me a bit! Fighting my mind goblins! I always be info dumping under the cut!

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

This is such an interesting one. I feel like there isn't a particular place where Lariel is more comfortable than others. Though she is very uncomfortable and nervous in big groups and crowds. Easily overwhelmed by a large amounts of people. But on the flip side her 'comfort' with being alone has more to do with that it's what she's used to. It isn't very good for her I'd say. She even knows this. So I would say her most comfortable place whenever she is beside a trusted close friend.

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

I think Lariel tends to favor sweet and light scents with some slightly earthy or citrus notes. Jasmine, gardenia, lily, plumeria. She doesn't want it to be too strong, just a hint.

As for hates, I think she isn't that particular for the scent itself but more if it's TOO MUCH. She'll easily get a headache. Some nobles can wear a bit too much. In my mind when she finally meets Kraler it's a trait he has she hates. HAH

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

YAY! Love crimes! Honestly. I think Lariel has the vibe where she's much more likely to actually get away with something. She looks too sweet and perhaps has that air of nobility (though it's not her intention at all!) That keeps people from really pursuing arresting her. A little it the 'not worth the potential trouble' vibe. That's my hot take. They'd have to really have it out for her. Her brother though… this list would be much longer LMAO

As for crimes she'd commit: Aiding and abetting, disturbing the peace, forgery, identity theft, vandalism, loitering, trespassing, perjury, theft, evading arrest.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Such a good question for him. He has such different standards for himself vs others. Unforgivable for others to do to him… I think honestly he's got no real moral code, so usually he gets annoyed and angry with 'did you try to stop him from doing the thing he wanted to do'. But as for UNFORGIVABLE as in you've gone past the point of no return… Interesting… This is hard. He has no moral backbone… I think betrayal. If he ever felt truly betrayed by someone. When I say betrayed I mean he dropped his guard and on some level felt understood or liked by someone, and then they used that against him. Intentionally or not. What counts as a betrayal really depends on the person I think.

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

This is so funny as a question for him. He lives in an interesting limbo space that I will try to describe.

For him to consider you ‘his friend’ requires a lot. He's usually a very causal person. He hates shallow ‘pointless’ conversations. He can have them, but they mean nothing to him. He could talk to the same bartender everyday for a year and simply not give a fuck about them. If someone never goes past simple small talk he will barely remember them. It takes a lot for him to consider someone his ‘friend’. I imagine there are people who might have considered him their friend even though he will simply forget their existence once they are out of sight. He is not easily attached to others.

When he considers someone his friend he is very ‘ride or die’. But that’s because of how much it takes for him to get to that point. A 'friend' requires a level of trust and vulnerability he is not often capable of. He isn’t supposed to drop his guard or let people in, by the very nature of his work. He can’t let anyone be his ‘weakness’ so he feels he must keep people at arms length. So if he gets attached… well… then he’s a very passionate and intense kind of person.

The only time he was in a 'dynamic' he was kind of just in the group first as a joke. Like when a popular kid chooses a weirdo to keep as a pet. He was always the third wheel. I think he finds himself feeling out of place and awkward in most conversations where he's attached to someone and they are talking to someone else. If things just remained 'causal' he can more easily banter, flirtation, aggression, indifference. But if he actually gives a fuck about someone he feels very uncomfortable, because he feels like he has to hide from others, but craves that honesty and raw connection from whomever he's latched on to.

[blcssom]

after what feels like YEARS i've finally finished the muse page built into my theme (u can find a less fun/detailed list of my new muses here too) which means it's time for a STARTER CALL : ' )))

below the cut are my new muses and a lil bit abt them !! like this and i'll throw you a few starters with my new/rebranded babies !! note: i'll likely slide in your dms to ask if there's anyone in particular you're interested in <3

abigail hyland || twenty9 - waitress/folk singer // bisexual // margaret qualley

mean trailer park queen trying to bury her white trash roots and fear of abandonment !!!

catherine meyer || forty3 - interior designer // bisexual // jessica chastain

walking cleanliness complex who holds herself and everyone else around her to impossibly high standards

daphne barlowe || thirty3 - art curator // bisexual // meghann fahy

trust fund baby who resents her upbringing but not enough to stop living off of their money altogether O:)

ines morreno || twenty5 - bottle girl (succubus au) // bisexual // camila morrone

literal demon (if u so choose) who goes through men faster than she goes through singles on a busy night at the club

josie tanaka || twenty7 - vet tech // bisexual // fivel stewart

likes animals more than she likes ANY human but is willing to forego judgement until you share a blunt w/ her and she can suss out the vibe

lydia xiao || twenty5 - classical violinist // bisexual // havana rose liu

sheltered princess strikes out on her own !!! as much as you can when you're auditioning to join the met :' )

maeve willis || twenty8 - assistant choreographer // bisexual // taylor russell

people pleaser w/ the memory of a goldfish !!! REALLY wants to do a good job but REALLY can't say no when someone invites her out either so... c'est la vie

rosie burton || thirty2 - florist (royal au) // bisexual // laura harrier

classic oldest child mother to all but lacking a caretaker herself but that's !! fine !! she's fine !!

sylvie bane || twenty4 - social media influencer // bisexual // lily rose depp

party princess desperate to prove she can make it w/ out daddy's money or a rich s/o (spoiler alert: she can't xx)

taylor corbyn || twenty3 - drummer // homosexual // reneé rapp

GAY and way more confident abt it until she actually has to act !! queen of talking a big game and absolutely blowing it after that

beau crawford || twenty7 - phys ed teacher // bisexual // mason gooding

just a big ole puppy witfh too much energy not even a day of back-to-back p.e. classes can burn it off !! good vibes only except when he doesn't get what he wants :o

dominic hyland || thirty - dj/bartender // bisexual // nicholas galitzine

chasing down his abandonment issues with straight gin and pretending it's fine !!! absolutely not running from his own traumatic past why would u ask that

ezra bhatti || thirty8 - tattoo artist // bisexual // rahul kohli

v chill v calm v antisocial and yet always somehow at the center of all the action !! unbearable know it all that's probably why he just HAD to correct someone

hugo danaher || twenty9 - firefighter // bisexual // paul mescal

reckless physically and emotionally always falling in love and always running into burning buildings w/out thinking twice

jace warren || twenty8 - mechanic // bisexual // nick robinson

basically raised seven siblings in a double wide when his parents bailed and he's TIRED now v responsible but also v apathetic deadly combo

jacob park || thirty3 - newspaper editor // bisexual // charles melton

perfectionist who keeps succeeding but the bar is just getting higher and he's !! nervous !! golden child of his family and they're banking on his success no pressure

miguel avila || forty4 - literary agent (vampire au) // bisexual // oscar isaac

functioning alcoholic who soothes whiny writers all day he's doing GREAT !! failed (in his own mind) writer who's helping others live out their dreams yay

oliver kothari || thirty5 - pediatrician // bisexual // dev patel

came across the pond to escape his mother but she just followed him here so... constantly being the perfect boy but v lonely up on his pedastal

reid whittman || thirty4 - fashion photographer // bisexual // callum turner

party boy photographer living his bachelor dream even tho it isn't !! actually his dream but it's what he's good at so .... luvs being the fun uncle his TRUE calling

thomas thorne || forty2 - novelist (pirate au) // bisexual // michiel huisman

dramatic nervous king prone to rambling on about his ideas but then never actually following thru with them :' )

[that-sims-four-blog]

And another slice of the playthrough...

(cw: plenty of violence and some blood further down below)

And on tonight's episode of Leeb, Leefuh, Love:

Back at the Metallica household, Kirk and Lars share a top-bunk bed—partially because they're not gay, that one parody music video be damned.

Honestly, there is not much to tell, although Lars did say something about a case...

Heh, heh.

No, it's not about Napster, although it was equally as scandalous as his case against it.

Furthermore, the royalty report for Lars' track finally came in:

That's not quite a bad profit for someone who just started out their journey to become the new Skrillex, and there will be more, I am certain. Since the household has not seen anything interesting in quite some time, I don't think it'll get much attention in the following posts.

Moving over to Strangetown Strangerville, Sussus Amogus settles into sus residence at Slip 42. Yes, sus pronouns are sus/sus (singular: crewmate), although it's fine if you use they/them pronouns for sus for serious discussions.

The first thing that Sussus did was to go over to the pub across the street and then... uh... break someone's nuts into a million pieces. I am sorry that I couldn't get any images of the event (I need to stop confusing the C key with S), so this anecdote is the only evidence I can offer, along with the fact that the victim was named Daiki.

By the way, I'm thinking of making Sussus' parts more chaotic compared to the rest—which means more violence, yay! So, yeah, I would suggest that you might want to tread carefully when coming to their parts.

Excuse the mod's misgendering, but I think I have accomplished my goal of making Sussus an egotistical bastard. I have worse things in mind that would prove that sus is, like, really evil. Or rather, really suspicious.

That is also Sussus. I don't like how sus turns bald every time sus enters the shower, so I decided to give sus a little Jack Frost disguise. So, there it is: Sussus Amogus, masquerading as Jack Frost—of Shin Megami Tensei and Persona fame—every time sus enters the shower or goes to work—as pictured, as a scientist.

As insane as it sounds, I'm thinking of giving sus a romantic interest. Because I can, and also that I found one of the Sims at Sussus' lab pretty cute.

Pictured here is Sussus Frost at work, complete with the UI glory. I don't recall what her name was, but that's the Sim I'm thinking of pairing Sussus with.

Okay, lab aside, I'd like to mention one of Sussus' days—a really specific one that I thought was worth writing about.

After doing a really, really horrific thing at that Strangerville bar—let's just say that it was murder; I cannot go into further detail lest I get this blog deleted—Sussus decided to head to the Old Quarters' Inn. It would have been fine had Daiki not been the bartender there.

And, uh.

Yeah, Sussus seems pretty hell-bent on making this poor guy miserable.

I think it's clear in Daiki's eyes how really miserable he is, all because of some random crewmate who just moved in several hours earlier. Then came a fight!

Sussus lost. It was too much for this one Imposter to handle. The next thing that sus did was to throw blood on him and then call the cops. Nope, they were too late. So, I decided to let Sussus take the matter into sus' own hands.

You get the idea. Most of the aftermath of it is probably too... grisly to be put in here. I'm just going to give you a couple of images that I took in the aftermath of the incident.

And then—

Wait, what?

What the fuck.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e16 ladies drink free (w. meredith glynn)

s12e16 / hannibal s2e9 shiizakana

okay so it's kind of generic dead boy and girl in snow but the fur on her jacket and the positions and the grunty growling presumably werewolf just made me think hey it's a way less gory version of the hannibal scene

MICK My report to the home office ran long. We've had our hands full since... (Dean and Mick look down at a blood stain on the floor) Well, best not to dwell on that. DEAN Wow. That is some world-class repression. You are British. MICK We prefer to call it a stiff upper lip.

you're one to talk there, dean

SAM Wait a second. You killed them all? Even the ones that weren't hurting anyone? MICK Sorry? SAM I mean, werewolves aren't like most monsters. Some can control it. I mean, we – we have a buddy got bit. Nothing but beef hearts ever since. MICK And you trust him? Well, killing is a fundamental need for werewolves. And monsters don't just stop being monsters. DEAN Well, Garth did.

was wondering when this would come up

poor sammy. but dean's too excited for free and fancy shit. thanks for throwing us a bone, meredith

so old mick here lied about the girl being bitten, actual crisis of conscience or setup for having to kill her later to prove his point or...

(yay it's claire/kathryn keeper of my favorite hair on the show)

CLAIRE So, your foreign exchange student is totally lame. DEAN Yeah. He's Sam's best friend. (Sam sighs deeply) They're like nerd soul mates.

you jealous, dean-o

why is the moon literally being erased by cg, forgot to make the cloud?

secret third option, return to the hospital to kill her quietly before she's even turned. but he's sorry! oh how convenient she turned right as he was about to kill her so he had to fend off her attack

CLAIRE Sam, no offense, but who do you think the kids are gonna wanna talk to? Me, or some old skeezer?

skeezer lol

DEAN Yeah? I used to think the same thing. Well, here's a little tip. Things aren't just black and white out here.

took a minute but he came around

should have seen her getting bitten coming but i 100% didn't

SAM Mick, you killed a kid. We're not angry. We're done!

he gonna stick to that?

there's something about the way she said "unless i break out" that really worked. and the music was appropriate and far enough behind the dialogue it wasn't obtrusive

MICK The subject died in agony. Sorry. CLAIRE Yeah. Maybe second time's a charm. DEAN Hey, no, no. You don't get a vote in this. CLAIRE It's my life. I get all the votes. DEAN Sam, you wanna back me up here? SAM It's her life.

of all people, sam's gonna back her up on this topic 24/7

dean really in full-on protective dad mode this episode. i must have learned this little werewolf lore tidbit in fic and didn't realize because i honestly thought we already knew this sire business, or made some inference from the vampires 🥴

kathryn newton is so good as claire

they remembered to put the moon in a spot that vaguely looked like it was obscured by clouds, good job team

very special episode where mick learns things aren't black and white, after all

CLAIRE Right. Eat me, Teen Wolf.

lol tell him, claire!

BARTENDER It's not like I want to do this. My pack, we were happy. We didn't hurt anyone. And then hunters with weapons that I've never seen before, they show up and... take out 20 of us, just like that.

ha ha so bmol is to blame for it all because they went after the veggie wolves, i snorted. hammering us over the head with their point again

and the very special episode where claire learns again she's loved by her family and not in fact better off alone

always laugh this show makes blood draws happen in any old place, just slam a needle in, bing bang boom done

wish they'd leave her hair what i assume is her natural texture (wavy), whenever it's overly Done like this it doesn't really vibe with what she's usually got going on. was gonna bitch if dean didn't get a hug goodbye from her :p

really glad they didn't kill her off. feel like if this was in the early seasons, she would have died for the manpain of it all

[granjagranja2]

My oc btd. Interlude between the ending "you helped ren" and "TPOF"

"Let's try to move forward Ren, we can do it." That's what she had told him that day. No more pain. A normal life. She wanted to show them that a new life was possible, that he didn't have to be afraid of the future. She had shown him her life, which despite all the disgust and difficulties, she kept going. Or at least she tried. Over time, meeting at the same bar every night had become their routine. They had fun enjoying their new life, or so she thought. Having had problems at work, she had come later than usual that evening. Much later than usual. She wanted to postpone it, but he insisted. "Hey! Here I am! Sorry I was so late...." "oh don't worry, I already got something too". She looked down and saw two glasses on the coffee table. She shook her head and let out a tired sigh "in any case, I still apologize. My car also broke down, and I'm not even sure it's a real fault given the neighborhood I live in.... but let's talk about 'other !!". She said the last sentence with great enthusiasm. She didn't want to think about the bad things, not in front of him, at least. She took her glass and drank it all in one gulp. "How are things going? They're better, right?" "oh this one for sure." He smiled at her. "yay!!" - she exclaimed exultantly - "this weekend we could go downtown, what do you think? Or we go back to the amusement park, it was fun, even if the roller coaster was a bit turbulent....we were both of us a little stunned. Especially me." She looked at him. "ok just me". She laughed. She felt tipsy. Like that day. Maybe more. Stranger. She lost her balance for a moment and slapped her hand on the table to support herself. She looked at him again. "Everything OK ?" he asked her, in a calm tone, as if he were chatting about the weather. As if he expected it. Her vision went blurry. She remembered the previous time and started to get scared "Ren....tell me you didn't really do it" and he, with a sadistic smile, replied "It'll be fine. I'll take you home. I think you drank too much. But don't worry, I'll take care of you." He approached. "N-no!". She looked around. There was no one there, it was closing time after all, maybe the bartender was in the back but either way he or she wouldn't have heard her, or she would have seen her and thought she was drunk. She gave up. He took her by the shoulders. He walked her out. but they weren't heading towards her car. Before she completely lost consciousness, she could only ask "where are you taking me?" "I already told you. Home darling."

She woke up on a bed, in an unfamiliar room, still a little dazed. She looked around. She was surrounded by soft stuffed animals. On the bedside table was a large vase of flowers, matching the colors of the room. Her favorite color of hers. There were also various items inspired by her favorite characters. She looked towards the window. Full light. How many hours had she slept? She also noticed that she wasn't wearing her clothes, but a pink babydoll. She touched her neck and felt something hard and cold. The collar. Obviously. She noticed that this time she also had the anklet attached to the wall. She made a noise of annoyance. She found it hard to believe that he would do it again and instead..... Suddenly the door opened "you woke up. Did you rest?". Ren. His ears open and pointed towards her and his usual smile. "Ren, what are you doing? Why did you bring me here?" I thought things were going well," his ears twitched, before turning back to her, "now definitely." Do you like your room? I dressed it up with what you like, just like I told you." "I-I.... yes but she - she shouted at him -.... you didn't answer me!! I thought you were fine! You said.... you said that....", Ren, impassive, raised his hand and showed her the remote control. She went silent. He smiled at her satisfied, but his ears were still back. "I know what I said. You wanted to try a new method. I agreed to what my pet wanted. But the world is cruel." He gently grabbed her chin. "Darling. I've seen how much effort you put in without receiving anything in return. How much you SUFFER. But I will take care of you. Lots of care." His eyes lit up and she started climbing onto the bed. She backed away, starting to cry, but he climbed on top of her anyway. He started licking her salty tears and rubbing herself. "So gentle. So kind. So SWEET"-he passed his hand under her dress-"But don't worry. We have a lot of money." "the money will run out sooner or later" "no, it won't run out." As he said this, he stood up a little, canines extremely close together, tail wagging. He had a feverish look on his face. She knew what it meant. He would torture himself to death other people. "this isn't fair...." "life is unfair" - he stared at her "you still haven't told me what you think of your room" - he pulled at her dress, but without tearing it - "I know you don't you like surprises, but I paid attention to your tastes." M/C looked around again. She actually liked the room. But the situation....she didn't want to contradict him or he would get even more angry. She avoided his look. "y-y' I like it. Thank you. But....but it's all so new, you know what I'm like." The beast-boy seemed undecided about his next move. But then he stood up-"I'm sure you just need more time to adjust. I'll let you rest". he gave her a direct kiss, before heading to the door. She hugged the first pillow near her and, looking down, whispered a 'thank you'. When Ren reached the door, before closing it, she heard him add "don't go out without my permission. And especially while I'm working." She instantly understood that she couldn't help but nod. She trusted him. And she had made the same mistake again. Maybe he was right.

[releasing-my-insanity]

Thoughts on Maggie in s4e2:

(These are probably a little scattered. I meant to do this sooner but I've been working on my assignment for the Trick or Treat Exchange. Under the cut for spoilers.)

I LOVE Maggie in this episode. The two things I've been wanting for her since season one both happened in this episode.

I wanted Maggie and Helen to get to actually interact and talk rather than just walking past each other. And I finally, finally got that! It's a tiny interaction, but it's more than we've gotten in the past three seasons. And it shows that they're friends. I was certain that Helen and Maggie get along and we finally got to see it.

And I wanted to see Maggie as more than just bartender/Tristan's love interest, and we got that too! This episode delivered so much on that!

Tristan's not here to lean on the counter and chat up Maggie, so Helen and James will do it for him. (*OT4 shipper feels increase.*) Maggie having everyone's regular order memorized makes me smile so much.

Notice how Maggie asks about Tristan but no one asks her about Arthur? The social script would normally be, "How's your loved one who's in the war?" "Fine thanks, how's yours?" "Fine thanks." But they don't follow that social script. I think the Herriots have noticed that Maggie doesn't really care about Arthur so they don't ask.

I love Maggie's affectionate eye-roll at Tristan drawing smutty cartoons. (Side note: "He can annoy Siegfried from hundreds of miles away." He's probably had plenty of practice, the veterinary school he went to is around 200 miles away.)

I do not like Maggie's new dress or earrings. The earrings are boring, not to mention that they look more like studs than clip-ons which is historically inaccurate for a white woman Maggie's age. (Still possibly clip-ons though.)

The dress just doesn't suit her very well. Besides, I think she looks best in green or possibly blue. The red isn't really her color if you ask me. The second outfit is better, but I miss her season 1 wardrobe. Even her coat has changed and it makes me sad.

Maggie reacting to ferret roulette is so funny. Like, "YAY! New gambling game!"

A note I wrote down after seeing the clip on the official social media: Look at Maggie ignoring the potential for a ferret to get loose in the pub in favor of being excited about a new gambling game. Gosh, her and Tristan really are perfect for each other. Maybe a little too perfect. Imagine if their plotline had been "They're incredibly well-suited. So much so that they enable each other's bad ideas and trouble happens." Think how fun that would have been.

I LOVE Maggie backing up James to encourage the ferret's owner to let James and Siegfried take care of him. And her offering him an alcoholic drink from Skeldale and James not contradicting her. And the way she affectionately elbows James, and the little glance between them.

It's so nice to see that Maggie and James have become friends too. I've been assuming that they wouldn't really interact if they didn't have Tristan drawing them together. But this episode proved me wrong.

Maggie fits in SO WELL with Tristan's family. She's friends with Helen and James. She's supporting the practice. She goes along just for fun and no one questions her presence. Maggie's not even technically Tristan's girlfriend, but she's finding her place in his family, just like Helen did before marrying James.

(Two more side-notes: 1. Where did all the tape on the windows go? Everything was taped for safety by the end of season 3, but now all the tape is gone? 2. How did Miss Harbottle leave on the bus and then come back? We know from the first episode that bus service isn't nearly that regular.)

Maggie's run when they're all chasing the ferret made me laugh, but then, she's wearing heels on cobblestones, that cannot be easy for running.

Genuinely the only thing that would have made "Maggie's a part of the family" more obvious is if she'd been standing with Mrs. Hall and Helen when they're all looking in the windows. But since she needs to be on the other side to notice the faint, I don't mind too much.

Maggie looking mildly squicked but also intrigued by Siegfried's summary of surgery is amazing. And another reason why she fits in so well. Also, where did she get that beer from? It looks like a mug from the pub, but she didn't bring it with her? (Theory: Tristan stole it. That's Tristan's mug she's drinking out of.)

I love Maggie taking charge when Joe faints. And the way she's sitting so comfortably on the arm of that chair like she lives there. Tristan's not even there and all these scenes are about how perfect she is for him.

"Keel over like a sack of spuds." LOL. I don't know if that's a common Yorkshire expression or not, but I love it.

Basically, Maggie's role in this episode made me very happy indeed, and gave me hope that she'll get her happy ending with Tristan yet.

[overwatchworks]

Mcgenji AU Week: Day 3

Mundane AU, university kids 

The alarm was blaring in Genji's ear, and he slapped it groggily, snuggling back into his pillow. His roommate hadn't showed up yet, so he figured he would take advantage of the quiet to sleep in. At least, he thought he would, until there was a loud rapping at his door, chattering and laughter soon following it.

"Genji luv! Hey, if you're still snoozing in there, get up! We got a party to go to, remember? It's almost five!"

A chirpy voice with a British accent floated through the door, and Genji groaned.

"But it's so earlyyyyy..."

There was a chorus of laughter from outside his door and it was shoved open. Four teenagers came bursting into his room, laughing and talking loudly to one another, and Genji squealed, pulling up the covers.

"What the hell you guys?! I could have been naked!"

Lena made a gagging noise, earned an "Aww man, that's gross!" from Lucio, and both Hana and Sombra laughed. Hana jumped onto his bed and shook him roughly, while Lucio turned up the music on his headphones so everyone could hear it. Lena bounded around the room, opening the shades.

"Are you actually naked under there?" Hana asked, popping her bubble gum in Genji's face. Genji smirked and waggled his eyebrows.

"Guess you'll have to find out."

Sombra yanked off the sheets with a wicked grin, phone at the ready. Genji yelped and fell out of the bed, and Sombra pouted at the sweatpants he had on.

"Aww, I thought I'd get a good picture to blackmail you with..."

Genji hopped up and ran a hand through his bedhead, grinning like he hadn't just fallen out of the bed for no reason.

"As if you could! I have no shame."

Lucio raised his brows and nodded, and Hana held up her hand for a high five. Genji slapped their hands together and Lena jumped onto the bed opposite Genji's thoroughly messy one.

"Well, you going to get ready or what?" She chirped, blowing a lock of spiked, chocolatey hair out of her eyes. Genji grabbed his phone and looked at the time, then groaned, noticing the reminder on the front screen.

"Aw, guys, I've got work tonight...Shit, I totally forgot about that..."

"What's this? Genji being responsible?" Lena gasped. Hana chuckled, blowing another bubble.

"As if. He can't even do his homework!"

Genji held up a finger and opened his mouth, but Lucio piped up.

"Nah way guys! I bet he can do it, just gotta give him a bit of encouragement, right?"

Sombra shook her head, scrolling through her phone absently.

"Uh-huh. You go Genji, work while we go and party, rock that job of yours, whatever it is. We'll rock the party for you amigo." She patted his shoulder without looking up from the device in her hands, voice as sarcastic as ever. Genji pouted.

"But I wanna go! We've been looking forward to this all week! It's the last one there is before classes start back up again..."

Hana backed towards the door, shrugging.

"Your fault for getting a job, loser! But you better pay for drinks next time we go out, since you'll be making the big bucks around here."

Lucio followed Hana out, grinning up at Genji.

"Don't worry man, you'll have fun! Just think about the money, if nothin' else!"

Sombra just walked out with an airy wave, and Lena hopped backwards out of the room.

"We'll send you pics, luv! See you later!"

The door clicked shut, and Genji sighed, dragging himself to the bathroom. He grabbed the clothes he would be required to wear; black, tight fitting, nondescript, the ones he chose perhaps a bit tighter than necessary, but Genji would casually ignore that. He ran a brush through his hair and styled it just so, then put in some neon green studs to match his hair. He hummed, looking over himself before snatching up the eyeliner and drawing on just a simple lining around his umber eyes. 

When he was through, he nodded at his reflection and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing the bag he had packed and shoving his phone in his pocket. Genji pulled on his bright orange high topped converse and laced them up, glancing at the clock and cursing. He hopped up and sprinted out of the room, waving and giving hasty greetings to all the people he passed as they tried to stop for a chat.

"Yo! Sorry, work!" He called over his shoulder, then made his way outside.

Genji ran the whole way, making it to the bar just in time for the start of his shift, tossing his bag into the employee's break room and fixing his hair before walking out to start. He'd done bartending before, so he wasn't worried about it, the job came naturally. 

When he walked out, there was another man at the bar, facing the opposite direction, and Genji gave him a once over. Twice over. Couldn't have been more than three times but damn did those skinny jeans look good on him. He was tall, well built and muscled underneath the close fitting black tee he was wearing, chestnut hair tied back in a short ponytail. Genji hopped behind the bar next to him and wrapped a small, black apron around his waist. The man turned to him, raising a brow with a devilish grin.

"Well, it's 'bout time I got some help here. Nice of ya ta stop by, sweetheart." The man's voice was deep, smooth, thick as honey, and just as sweet. Genji stared up at him, probably squeaked an apology, but he couldn't remember. The man had dark brown eyes flecked with gold that shone with mischief and warmth, a spattering of freckles across his tanned skin and a grin that made Genji's heart thud faster than it was supposed to.

"The name's Jesse McCree, but my friend's all call me Jesse. Wouldn't mind if you would too, sweet pea. Care ta give me a hand here?"

Genji nodded quickly, still trying to form coherent sentences, wondering when the last time he of all people had been flustered silly over someone he just met. Normally it was the other way around, him being the first one to say something, flirt, make a move, actually open his mouth and give him a name, idiot.

"I'm Genji, Genji Shimada." He said, voice-surprisingly-not betraying his inner turmoil. Jesse smiled and handed him a glass, eyes taking in his features before dipping down in a quick once over.

"Pleasure ta be workin' with ya, Genji Shimada. Ya mind if I just call ya Gen?"

Genji shook his head, taking the glass and shooting the man a sly look, slipping back into his normal routine.

"Not at all, Jesse. I don't think I could stop you from doing so anyways. Are you new here?"

Jesse poured out two shots and passed them to the customers who had ordered them.

"Oh, nah, I've been here a while, but I just got back from New Mexico for the break. Don't think I've seen yer pretty face 'round here, I woulda remembered otherwise."

Genji’s heart thudded faster at the compliment, but pretended not to notice, playing it cool.

"So you're a university student, hm? What a coincidence that I happen to be one as well. What grade are you in?"

Jesse raised a brow and looked over at Genji, who was casually cleaning out some glasses and putting them back under the counter. The taller man grinned.

"This'll be my second year. Ya look like a fish ta me, if I had ta take a guess."

Genji frowned and looked up at Jesse.

"A fish...?"

Jesse laughed, deep and rolling, making Genji shiver slightly.

"Just a nickname fer freshman, first year. Ya an exchange student, or studyin' abroad?"

"Yes, my brother and I are here from Japan. We're studying abroad, but we have a business back at home we'll be working for."

Jesse nodded, filling a glass to the brim perfectly with golden, bubbly beer and slid it to a waiting hand.

"Oooh, so yer one of them privileged rich boys, ain'tcha? Go ta a buncha parties and have fun all the time, yeah? Kind of like yer ‘must-have-life-of-the-party kinda guy’?"

Genji glared at Jesse, suddenly on the defensive, even if it was true.

"Yes, so? Is that such a bad thing? And I'm not a stereotypical anything!"

Jesse glanced over and grinned wolfishly.

"Never said ya were, sweetie. I'm thinkin' it's actually quite the opposite."

Genji's expression quickly changed and he glanced at Jesse with a sultry smirk.

"I think you might find I'm full of surprises, Jesse."

Jesse whistled and raised his brows, picking some of the liquor off the shelves and setting them on the counter in front of him.

"I'm sure I would..." He muttered, and Genji accidentally, definitely accidentally, bumped their hips lightly as he moved past the other man to grab a glass he may or may not have actually needed. He smirked at Jesse and took the money and order of another person sitting across the bar. Jesse just shook his head and continued to make the drinks he was working on. However, Genji did notice a faint flush in the taller man's cheeks, and he smiled triumphantly to himself.

The rest of the night went by faster than Genji thought, not getting too many chances to talk again with Jesse as the business picked up with the progression of the night. Before he knew it, he and Jesse were wiping out glasses, washing, and putting them away. Genji leaned over and wiped down the bar, scooting the chairs back in place and picking up stray receipts. Jesse took off his half apron and started cashing in the money that wasn't his in tips.

"Ya go on ahead an' get back. I'll close everythin' up here, don' worry."

He scribbled something down on the back of an old receipt and walked up behind Genji as the smaller man pulled of his apron as well with a grateful sigh. Genji almost squeaked when he felt a hand slip into his back pocket, leaving the scrap of paper and a squeeze, and he whipped around. Jesse smirked and walked past him, going to the doors and locking them, pulling down the shades as well.  

"Better head back, sugarplum. This is probably a one time offer, so get on outta here while ya can, mkay?"

Genji huffed, resisting the urge to check his pocket and what was on the receipt, and walked to the employee's room.

"Thanks, Jesse. See you around, maybe up at the university?"

"I'll be lookin' forward ta it! G'night Gen." Jesse called, and Genji pushed open the back door, heading into the early morning darkness. He checked his phone, which read four thirty in the morning, and saw that it had been blown up with messages and pictures from his friends. Genji scowled as he scrolled through them, still wishing he could have gone with them. 

Then he remembered the slip of paper in his back pocket, and he hastily pulled it out, unfolding it in the process. Jesse had written his number on the back of the receipt, with a little message reading, "Care to keep in touch, sugar?" and a little heart after it. Genji knew he was grinning like an idiot, and he quickly saved the phone number under a new contact labeled, “Hot Stuff” with a smirking emoji. He suddenly felt that maybe missing the party was worth it.

Genji got back to the dorm and showered as soon as he could, exhausted. He changed into a pair of sweat pants and shoved a toothbrush into his mouth, debating on what to send Jesse. He decided to go with something simple.

'Hey. You lock up and get back safe?'

The reply came almost immediately.

'Aww, you care about me! I'm touched sugar. 😚'

Genji rolled his eyes and snorted, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing out his mouth. This man was absolutely ridiculous, and he couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

'Well, yeah, you did me a favour.'

'Betcha it's more than that. 😉😏'

Suppressing an exasperated sigh and a smile, he wandered back into the room and flopped back on his still unmade bed, holding up his phone and curling his legs up in the air.

'We'll see about that.'

He heard footsteps from down the hall, but dismissed it in favour of reading the text that popped up.

'Well, it wasn't a no! Making me a happy man sweetheart.'

Genji laughed and rolled to his side, eyes drooping a bit, but heart thudding a little faster than normal at the continued use of pet names.

'Oh?? Bet I can make you more than just a happy man. I'm exhausted though, I might have to get to bed soon...'

There was a small pause before the next message popped up.

'Noooooo! Don't leave me by my lonesome! 😭😭'

Genji snorted at the excessive use of emoji's, finding it oddly fitting.

'Well, are you almost back to your dorm, or wherever you're staying?'

There was a faint rustling outside in the hallway, and the reply popped up.

'Yeah, new dorm here. I just came back, so hopefully I don't have some idiot snoring all night like last time.'

Genji chuckled and was about to type something back when the lock on the door clicked. His head snapped up and he frowned, looking back at the texts. No way. The door opened and Jesse walked in, using his phone screen as a flashlight. Genji's eyes widened and he stifled a noise that was half way between a squeak and a gasp. Jesse tossed a suitcase under the bed, shutting the door and turning at the sound.

"Oh, sorry if I woke ya, I got a job bartendin' in town--" He stopped abruptly when the light of the phone caught on Genji's neon green hair.

"Holy shit. No way..."

Genji could hear the grin in the other man's voice, and he gave a two fingered salute.

"Yo! Guess we're roommates! What a coincidence."

"No kiddin'. Nice ta see ya again so soon, roomie."

The two of them burst out laughing in unison.

~~

[synesindri]

dvd commentary:

He turns twenty-one.

They go to a bar to celebrate. Adam orders a sex on the beach because when he was seventeen he decided that would be a funny drink to buy as an adult of legal drinking age.

Nick orders a shirley temple. Adam laughs.

Then he asks the bartender to give his cocktail to somebody who looks like they’d appreciate it, and orders himself a shirley temple too.

from losing my religion?

oh yay! thank you 💕(losing my religion is here, for anyone interested!)

so, this is one of those moments that got shoved in between heavier/more immediately relevant sections in this story for the sake of breaking it up a bit, but that ended up contributing to my feelings about this series as a whole tbh. i did not intend for this series to have much at all to do with age, but it has ended up being a lot about the weird process of understanding that life stages exist while simultaneously having experiences that don't fit within a normal human life narrative at all. this is one of the moments where that is at the forefront imo.

so here, adam remembers being 17 and having a pretty standard 17yo opinion that 'sex on the beach' is a hilarious name for a drink (which, i mean, he's not wrong lol), while having little to no experience with either alcohol or sex. and he's now 21, which is a meaningful birthday in normal american life, and he recognizes that, but because he has had the VERY atypical experiences of dying and being resurrected and being possessed by an archangel etc etc, he is leaning heavily on his teenage opinions about what turning 21 means, rather than having updated views about it. he has been drinking like an adult for about a year by this point — probably daily, not really for fun, not in excess because he has to be in control of himself and able to intervene if nick needs him to, just as a way to take the edge off of how weird literally everything about his life is — there isn't a lot of mystery left for him about alcohol. he's at this bar, ordering a drink with a funny name not with a group of college students like how he imagined it when he was younger, but with his equally archangel-fried middle aged ?? buddy ?? who likely remembers the dumb-drinks rite of passage but is not going to giggle about it like somebody who is fresh to this kind of scene would. nick has done that life era, and the dinner-party-wine-drinking era adam might or might not ever experience, and the drinking-to-take-the-edge-off era adam has been going through since stull happened, and the 'could you do me a favor there satan and remind me to quit drinking before i go to bed' era that is relatable to literally nobody at all, and is now in his 'forget booze, i'm gonna have a soda and mind my business' era lol.

and that would be disappointing, if adam at 21 was the way adam at 17 expected he would be. that version of 21yo adam would think it was silly if one of the friends taking him out for his birthday ordered a little kid drink like a shirley temple (not even a coke or a virgin margarita or something more standard for a non-drinking adult; a shirley temple), so he laughs because he's still using that outdated social script. but like, actually, he is not the 21yo person his 17yo self imagined he would be, and he gets why nick doesn't drink anymore. and he maybe kind of gets that ordering a shirley temple is pretty on par with ordering a sex on the beach as far as getting funny drinks goes (i often leave nick's pov somewhat opaque in these stories but since this is director's commentary, i will divulge that nick's shirley temple choice was a dumb little on-purpose joke for himself whether or not adam got it). and they both might even get it that part of the work they're both doing is relearning to be people very much from the bottom up, and that part of that is treating themselves like little kids sometimes. maturity has kind of lost its meaning for them, but the most ~mature choice at this point is not necessarily the "yay i'm 21" young adult drink, or the "whiskey and soda before bed" more jaded adult drink, or the sensible grown-up cocktail alternative, but is actually the thing that is most like babying themselves.

[stileshale]

I need all of ur FBI Stereo goodness! Just anything that you could spare, I need to forget that they're still technically on the show!

i mean, there are so many options, though!

stiles stilinski, new and enthusiastic fbi trainee gets his first case, possible mass murderer derek hale. but the more he looks into it, the more he learns about the mysterious (hottie) derek hale, the more he wonders if his bosses have got it wrong. if someone’s out for derek. not to mention the whole, under cover as a roadhouse bartender where he grows close to derek (who is in hiding just over the border) and realises, derek’s not on the run from the law, but from something much worse. and only stiles can help him!!!111!! and derek’s all guarded and angry (being framed for murder by your ex and her psycho family will do that to a guy) but he can’t help falling for stiles the more they talk, maybe have each others’ backs during a big nasty bar brawl (he’s surprised and more than little turned on the way stiles can handle himself, throws a good punch that boy), bond over patching up scrapes after and there’s a kiss with scraped lips but it’s the good kind of hurt. maybe the go for a drive along the beach, and the way stiles laughs like he’s free makes derek feel free but oh no FEELINGS. (bonus desperate frantic dirty sex in the alley behind the bar when stiles knew he was in too deep and couldn’t do anything else but kiss derek... also one time on the pool table. and like 3 motels. and then once in derek’s car). and then once he tells derek the truth there’s obviously the whole you betrayed me... i can help you... let’s save the day together and run off into the sunset/have good jobs and be happy together.

OR. agent derek hale is assigned rookie stiles stilinski (a god damn irritating arrogant little shit who thinks he knows how the bureau works after only 4 months, dammit) and the case is easy, stalk out the mafia or something, BUT THE SEXUAL TENSION IS RIFE. stiles won’t leave him alone, pesters him for tips, to train with him, to go the shooting range, constantly trying to prove himself, or to prove he’s better than derek and why won’t he just leave derek alone?! BUT THEN he gets himself kidnapped and stiles rescues him. or vice versa. ALL THE KIDNAPPING SCENARIOS WHERE THE OTHER GOES BATSHIT TO FIND THEM?

BUT ALSO, stiles rocks up for his first day and OH NO, (oh yes, my friend) it’s the new hot teacher, agent hale, stiles has been reading about him, following his cases, and he’s so in awe and NOW HE KNOWS THE DUDE IS HOT, TOO? he’s doomed. and the way derek smirks when he sets up an impossible obstacle course like he thinks stiles won’t handle it, so he has to beat the rest of his class just to prove he can. answers every question derek asks, chews on pencils on purpose, looks at derek from under his lashes, definitely uses his hands to talk. and derek flat out shoots him down, never gives him anything in class, never seems like he’s even noticed stiles (although, obv, we know he has) and there is some sort of altercation where stiles gets mad like “even if you don’t like me, you still have to teach me, asshole!” and derek’s all “that’s the problem, i do like you... asshole.” and then they make out. a lot. ~forbidden romance style.

ALTHOUGH there is stiles and derek as fbi trainees TOGETHER. rivals!!!111!! always trying to one up one another. sparring harder than anyone else (pretending boners are normal after a crazed boxing session), running faster and farther than everyone else, HAVING TO SHARE A ROOM (for reasons) and derek’s forever doing pull ups over the door and stiles is always sucking on pens or bottle tops and they’re the best in their class because oh man, the sexual tension is so pent up it’s being poured into their work because dammit, they don’t want anyone else but they can’t admit they want each other. until they do. 

or shy, wants to do well derek hale who is actually a badass and terrifying with a gun and stiles is madly in love by day 3 but has to prove he is worthy because god damn, derek is so sweet AND YET SO HARDCORE BADASS? and they nerd out together in the library and on practice missions and stiles just wants to hold derek’s hand and watch him adjust his glasses once he’s put on his fbi vest FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.

also, both of them as teachers. both of them in the weird quantico plot in season one when anyone could be the bad guy and stiles & derek soooo don’t want it to be each other, but the whole group has to work out all the other members’ secrets and THEY BOTH HAVE DARK SECRETS. but then it turns out to be nothing bad and yay they can bone! both of them as cia members trying to infiltrate the fbi (for unknown, amy doesn’t really understand all the different units, kind of way) and it’s a battle of the wits whilst in the fbi training program together, like constantly trying to catch the other out until they’re kissing in a hotel room and neither of them remember to steal the others’ wallet (although why would that even work? why does that work in movies? WHO CARRIES AROUND THEIR CIA OR FBI CARD IN THEIR WALLET WHEN THEY’RE UNDERCOVER?) but yeah the fbi kick them both out. OR BOTH OF THEM FRAMED? AND HAVING TO WORK TOGETHER AS EX FBI ON THE RUN? or is that leading into like mr & mrs smith territory? idk but gimme all the concepts where there is RIFE sexual tension in an intense work environment where you can’t trust anyone BUT THE ONE YOU SECRETLY LOVE.