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shrinevandal · 6 months

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Initial thoughts on Double and Neoplasm - Who is guilty? What's true and what's a lie?

Hello! This is a (fairly long, sorry) post analysing the MV for Double, as well as Neoplasm, and what it means for Mikoto, Orekoto, a potential 3rd alter, their relationship as a whole, and Mikoto's judgement.

Note: I am a system myself, I am usually not very open about this so please don't ask about the details. But I think it's important to state that I do struggle with a lot of the same stuff Mikoto* does, and so my perception of it comes from a level of understanding that singlets may not have.

Obviously this contains spoilers for both Double and Neoplasm, I would recommend you watch/listen to both beforehand. This is also just my initial interpretation, I have purposefully avoided any other posts about it to make my theory/interpretation as straightforward and from-the-source as possible.

Some terminology notes: I will be using John to refer to Orekoto, as Es has so thoughtfully dubbed him. Also, if I say MILGRAM in all caps I am referring to the project itself, and if I say Milgram in title case I am referring to the location/entity which Es works for. I also believe the 3koto theory, which will become relevant at various points here. Any translators or sources will be linked at the end.

Alright, let's get into it. Music video analysis:

Double - Visual Motifs

There are a lot of visual elements to Double, which I will break down into different sections.

Phone (& Tarot)

There are two major instances of Mikoto's phone being important in the song: Right at the beginning, when he's getting several texts and then an incoming call from "Chief" (almost certainly his boss), and in the middle of the song, when he gets a call from his mom. In the beginning, Mikoto* doesn't even look at the texts, and when he answers the call, he seems to barely be listening.

Translation of the texts are as follows (thank you rochisama on wordpress!):

- Regarding the first draft you submitted today, I think option B might be the best after all, so can you remake it by morning.

- Also, I forgot to mention, but you made a lot of mistakes with the one we spoke about earlier, so make sure it’s all fixed too. This one also needs to be ready by morning, so I’ll leave it to you to get everything ready.

- Oi, get back here now.

- Are you going to abandon your duties?

There are also two fun little details here with the phone: His lock screen is a picture of the Hanged Man, the same version that was on his shirt in MeMe:

Also, His battery is at 29%.

Two of prisoner nine.

Later in the song, when his mom calls him, he immediately picks up, greets her energetically despite the bags under his eyes, and informs her he's doing well and not to worry.

"Oh, hello? Mom? It’s been a while. Yeah… well, I mean, some days are hard, but… I’m doing alright, don’t worry. How’ve you been? I’ll go home next time I get some time off."

He also hangs up very quickly, as if he doesn't want to talk to her. He gives her placating words and then ends the conversation as soon as he can.

According to his S1 Interrogation questions, Mikoto's family consists of him, his mom, and his younger sister. His parents are divorced. He gets along well with both his mom and sister, but also states that he can't let his mom worry. This checks out with him hiding the truth from her, as letting her know just how badly he's doing would certainly cause concern. Keep all this in mind, it will become important later on.

Eyes

I don't have much of note to say about it right now, but eyes are a pretty heavy visual motif throughout the whole video.

One thing I will say about it, though, is the large eyes across the whole screen show up twice: Once as orange, symbolizing John, and then as a grey-blue, symbolizing Mikoto.

Colors

There are five important colors: Blue, Green, Red/Orange, and Pink.

I'm grouping red and orange because I believe they both symbolize John. Blue is obviously Mikoto.

As I've mentioned, I am a fan of the 3koto theory- The visuals in the MV for MeMe, and even the composition itself, allude to 3 different entities (Music theory nerd here, hehe - I wanna write my own take on the 3koto theory eventually and talk about the way the song itself changes, but that's for another time.) And now in Double, it seems like there is still that imagery, albeit much less strongly than before.

So green, like in MeMe, symbolizes Midori/Midokoto/whatever you wanna call him. Pink is a little bit of a weird one, so I'll get to that in the moment. Anyway, let's start with some John moments.

The red glow in the back shows that John is the one fronting in all three of these shots, with Mikoto being asleep behind him in the second one.

An example of blood splatters with an orange tint. This is part of the reason I think both orange and red symbolize Mikoto, since they're so interconnected here. Also, as mentioned in the eyes section, the eyes there are very orange whereas John is usually associated with red.

Speaking of eyes,

Huge 3koto implications in a few frames from this shot. John's body flashes green at one point, and the background and fire-halo are green when John's eyes are glowing orange. In the next image, the body's eyes are scribbled over in green. This scene in particular is very interesting to me, with both implications of Midori's existence and his connection to the eye motif. It also calls John "savior"

Here's another notable instance of 3koto near the beginning, right after John throws Mikoto's phone. Notice the color progression in the scene. Green background with blue text, down to red background and red text. John is clearly being portrayed as an outsider here, with Midori and Mikoto being a duo.

Going back to blood splatters, there are various points in the video where the "inverse" of the blood is either green or blue. This also checks out with both red and orange being John's colors; Blue is the opposite of orange, and green is the opposite of red. This also doubles (haha) as another example of John being the opposite of MikoMido

The train itself has a lot of green highlights. When John stares out the door into the other train cars, it flashes green a few times. It's not pictured here, but the door also flashes a staticky pink once, and so does Mikoto's body earlier in that same scene I showed where it's fully green.

Alright, more on pink now. I'm actually not entirely sure what it may symbolise, but my main guess is it's Mikoto's victims.

Aside from the instances mentioned above, these are the most prominent pink scenes in the video. Similar to how orange was juxtaposed against both blue and green, here it's against blue. In context, these scene also seems to me like a switch, a realization of what Mikoto has done. A brief instance where his memories coexist with him, and he's horrified at his actions.

Double - Overall Analysis

As pointed out in the colors section above, Midori seems to be very present still. He seems to be haunting the video in a way, lying just underneath the surface.

A really important aspect of DID that hasn't been directly addressed by MILGRAM is the fact that it's caused by childhood trauma, usually around the ages 9 to 10 or younger. For those who don't know, this is because young kids have not fully formed their identity and sense of self yet. Usually, kids will eventually consolidate all their various parts into one, which becomes their sense of self. But trauma literally changes how the brain works on several levels, and for some kids, that interrupts the process of those parts fusing together. (This is also why there's discourse behind the idea of an "original" personality - Which one is the "original" between a pair of identical twins, for example? One cell divided into two, so really neither of them are that first cell.)

My theory for Mikoto's childhood trauma and subsequent DID symptoms, is that Mikoto in his current form is the body's "first" alter, and that Midori was the original host. (I have several reasons for believing it's this and not the other way around, but it's not that important for this post. But do think about, "I'm already the fake one.")

We know that John specifically was created as a result of Mikoto's job stress, meaning he was obviously not around when Mikoto and Midori were kids. By the time the events of MILGRAM roll around, it seems like Midori is completely dormant, or at least very rarely fronts, as John seems to pretty clearly imply just his and Mikoto's existence in both Double and Neoplasm. But if John wasn't around when Mikoto was a kid, there has to have been at least one other alter throughout the course of Mikoto's life. You don't just suddenly develop DID at age 23 without having had it since you were traumatized (Unless the MILGRAM team is just clueless about DID, which is possible too but imo they've done a pretty decent job so far so I would rather believe in 3koto. I have faith in them, maybe that'll bite me in the ass eventually, who knows).

Mikoto's childhood trauma is not very clear, but I think it can be one of two main things, and they are likely connected: Either something to do with his parents' divorce, or the reason he is so against worrying his mom.

Mikoto clearly loves his mother a lot, but it seems like doesn't trust her on some level. He doesn't want her to worry, which is an understandable emotion, especially if she puts a lot of pressure on him to perform well, which I have a feeling is the case. (Full disclosure, I could be projecting my own experiences here, because I have had these same struggles with my own mom pressuring me to do well in school and such. But I think it's worth mentioning)

Mikoto clearly hates his job, but he doesn't get a new one. Referencing the Interrogation again, while he seems to enjoy the career path he's on (ie graphic design), the job he currently has is purely to make money, and not for his enjoyment. He also mentions in the Interrogation that he hopes someday he can start his own indie company. In the real world, it's actually very common for graphic designers to start with jobs in advertising, because it makes a lot of money. Then once they have enough to support themselves, they go on to projects they're more passionate about. So Mikoto's reasons for sticking with his advertising job could be either to make money or to satisfy his mom, or both. Again, I could very much be projecting here.

Now onto his dad and the divorce. I won't lie, I am not at all an expert in Japanese law, but I'm fairly familiar with US law because my mom is a lawyer here. So how it usually how it works in the US is that parents divide custody by either working out a schedule or by simply choosing which kid goes with which parent, unless one parent is abusive, in which case all kids go to the non-abusive parent. In Japan, however, apparently the mom is the default parent that kids go to, regardless of other situations, except in some extreme cases probably. Again, not an expert, but it seems that even if Mikoto's mom was abusive in some way, the court system would still give Mikoto and his sister over to her, especially if her form of abuse is purely psychological with no physical evidence. So this is one possibility, but even if both parents were good people and separated on friendly terms, divorce can be traumatizing for kids. It's unclear at what age Mikoto's parents divorced, but it seems to have been long enough ago that he doesn't even consider his dad part of his family. Meaning it's very possibly the main source of trauma that cause Mikoto's DID.

Neoplasm

Alright, finally it's time for the audio drama! This is a much shorter section, but there's a LOT here and I'm really excited about this one actually, because it seems like a step in the right direction for Mikoto and accepting John. He doesn't know it's DID, nor does Es try to tell him, but he acknowledges it as "sleepwalking", which is still super huge. If Kotoko and Es ever choose to inform him, it seems like they have a much better chance at getting across to him now than when MILGRAM started.

John being much more present and coherent is also big news, as he has a full on conversation with Es, and even receives a name from them. Although he expresses concern about this and "wishes he had stayed a monster", I honestly think this is amazing for both him and Mikoto. Along with the sleepwalking analogy, it's progress on their ability to accept themselves and each other.

John also sheds some light on his and/or Mikoto's murder, claiming that there were several indiscriminate victims, and that his memories are also fuzzy, citing that it's likely because he had only recently been born. To me, the most interesting part of this is the fact that John's memories are not intact. While he seems to think it's just due to not really being used to being alive, I think there's another explanation for it. Fuzzy memories are a very common symptom of DID, and most notably happens when one alter tries to access another alter's memories, often because they're being blocked. Maybe in a similar way to how Mikoto doesn't remember anything? 🤔

Another important thing here is that John claims that he is the one who killed people. But the most pressing question is, is he telling the truth?

We know that Milgram's criteria for what counts as murder and who counts as the perpetrator is very loose; For example, Yuno's abortions are enough to qualify her, and Fuuta doxxing Killcheroy is enough to qualify him. So it's not a stretch to think that maybe John really is the killer, and that Milgram just picked Mikoto as the person to be judged since he's the "main" alter. But this honestly doesn't sit right with me.

If there's one thing we know for certain about John and his dynamic with Mikoto, it's that he would do anything to ensure Mikoto's safety. Notice how he was incredibly nonchalant about the murder until Es pointed out that even with psychological evaluation taken into account, the death penalty is still very likely for Mikoto. As soon as they allude to Mikoto being in danger, John's attitude immediately switches, claiming over and over, very relentlessly, that he was the sole killer, and that Mikoto is innocent. His frantic behaviour is a very clear sign that this is survival mode; why would he tell Es the truth if it could put Mikoto in danger?

All of this really goes back to the major differences between them; Mikoto is honest and uses humor to cope, John avoids being open and lashes out at people. Mikoto straight up blocks all the bad memories, John is aware of them but has a hazy recollection of events.

So while it's a possibility that Mikoto is innocent and that John is the killer, I find it much, much more likely that Mikoto did it and then blocked his own memories, and that John is lying about the situation to protect Mikoto. It's what he's always done, after all.

Final thoughts - Forgiven vs Unforgiven

This may be an unpopular take, but I think as of right now, my first instinct is to vote Mikoto as Unforgiven. I'd like to point out that there's a difference between Innocent vs Guilty, which is how the terms are officially translated, but in Mikoto and John's case I think they are interconnected. There are cases in Milgram where I think they're completely separate ideas and cases where I think the difference is moot, and MikoJohn definitely fall into the latter one.

I also am very conflicted on the concept of Metavoting; for example, Amane being voted Unforgiven was an incredibly stupid decision on the majority's part and I'm not afraid to state that. (Tbf Her mental state is delicate enough that forgiving her would also not end well, but lesser of two evils imo. But all that's for another time.) However, with MikoJohn, again, it actually aligns very well with my actual judgement. John very clearly states that it's his belief that forgiving Mikoto will reduce Mikoto's stress, and allow John to fade away. Whether this is a good or bad thing, or neutral even, is pretty complex honestly, but I think for me personally, I would view it as a bad thing.

Again, I am not very open about my system-isms, but I relate a lot to Mikoto in his current state of being unable to accept John's existence. I was in that exact same position once, and for me, accepting the existence of my alters was very beneficial to all three of us, and we are much closer now and less stressed overall. If John continues to exist, that means Mikoto will have a chance to figure things out and accept John's existence. But if John fades, he may be still caught in that perpetual state of half-existence, with Mikoto being unable to accept him.

So with all these things together; the fact that Mikoto is the one we are judging and I am pretty sure he is the killer, the fact that John may fade if Mikoto is forgiven, and how that isn't a good thing in Mikoto's case, and the fact that - I am pretty damn sure I want to vote Mikoto as Unforgiven. This isn't the be-all, end-all, of course. We don't know if John's prediction is correct about disappearing, we don't know if voting Mikoto Unforgiven will actually have the opposite effect that I hope for and drive him to his breaking point, hell we still don't know who did it. My opinion may change because again, this is just my initial thoughts. I'd love to interact with other systems about this and see their thoughts and opinions. Thank you for reading if you made it this far!!!

Translations, Resources, Etc

Chief's texts, translated by rochisama on wordpress

Interrogation questions, referenced from the MILGRAM Wikia. I'm unsure of the translator, sorry.

A/V of Neoplasm, edited by ac on youtube, featuring translation by onigiriico

kayanomikotoba's Triokoto theory (fun fact, this post is one of the main reasons I got into MILGRAM!)

A quick overview on Japanese divorce law, specifically by the US foreign embassy but it's good enough for my purposes

#milgram #kayano mikoto #this is super long and maybe be disjointed but idk i just had to get it out there #this took almost 4 hours. i havent even had breakfast #roach talk #LMK IF THERES ANY GLARING ERRORS LIKE IF SENETENCE JUST ENDS ABRUPTLY OR SOMETHING ack i did proofread several times but i dont trust mysel #to catch all errors asfdgfhd #3koto #triokoto #how do i tag all that #milgram theory #??

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cloudninetonine · 1 year

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*hands you a mug of coffee, blinks at the wink and nudge and squints while downing my own mug* ... Well I now have One (1) Sleep Deprived Fear and way too many theories. Though I wouldn't want to bother you with them and sleep deprivation won't let me articulate them xD

On another note, hope you're doing good today. And on a scale of one to ten, how concernedly would Player react if I just, took one of my two guitars, and smashed it hard against both Chrono's and Paradox's heads and knees to vibe check them? Out of curiosity (I have a hot pink one as a gag gift and spare, may as well put it to good use), or a heated frying pan? Also an absolute mood on regards to Leon.S.Kennedy.

Something something, Craein and Player piece in the works (I feel bad for Wild's and Twilight's villain doubles, but at the same time not really, go get some fucking therapy before trying to get near the Guide you crazy hyenas doomed by the narrative, also Craein and Player literally just being the spiderman meme for a couple of seconds) along with the Lora two shot because I have no self control (confirming Oh Hellos and Celtic Woman songs will be used). Snippets incoming once I'm less sleep deprived.

Something something, Fairy Instinct moment for the boys can be when Player is wearing green because funnily enough it's actually a color the Fae are very protective off and they can get offended if people they don't approve of wear it, so Hyrule, his shadow and Time just gravitate towards Player even more than normal when they wear green because not only is it a color associated with the heroes but also with the Fae, and some cultures have the medieval custom of braiding flowers in the intended's hair during courtships or of placing flower crowns, so Player just nonchantly braiding flowers into a Link's hair while they frantically and internally PANIC because they can't tell if Player is saying they want something serious or not, honestly the one's most affected would likely be Hyrule and Wild due to the nature of their eras (Downfall and Post Calamity specially, y'all telling me rings wouldn't be rare/expensive make unless someone brought the materials beforehand? Specially promise rings and the sorts if you don't go to the right place? Actually maybe Twilight and Time too, I don't know why I can see that as an Ordonian or Kokiri custom, throw in Dawn on that ring too, Flora not so much because she literally missed years of culture evolution holding the calamity back, she probably still slips into pre Calamity customs), Add in the fact it's basically an unspoken promise and the boys just internally die. Also Player taking a cue from Princess Bride and just saying "As you wish." Whenever they chicken out of actually saying I love you to the Links or Zelda's and the sheer and utter bafflement or confusion, though I feel like some of them might be able to put two and two together.

Anyway, I'll be napping now, see y'all after TOTK probably.

-Just an Awkward and Tired Summertime Musician.

Sum, if Player saw you beat both Paradox and Chrono with your guitar they'd probably just join you via their boots and kick some teeth in- these men will experience no mercy with them IOUFDHFI

Leon Kennedy, once again, could tear my heart out and I would only ask he be gentle with it as it now belonged to him. (God I am so down bad for this man)

Also I'm excited for the fics! That your time tho (By now tho you've probably written a novel 💀💀💀 I'm sorry ya'll)

Also from your idea with the green comes another idea- (Not this isn't canon before anyone asks) Green being a very prestigious and expensive colour to wear due to it's association with the fae (and is often a gift from fairies to Hylians and is why most of the boys wear green) so when other fairies find out about the "Guide's return!" there's just baskets of bejeweled, blessed and such clothes left for Player all in the colour of green.

#cloud answers

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hoochieblues · 3 months

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Right about now, funk hole brother

Check it out now, funk hole brother

You know what, nonny? I have to praise you like I should. tysm for the wip meme ask.

I talked more about Funk Hole in this post but, because I'm procrastinating and I know a lot of people here are non-UK dwellers, here's a little something about the oddly specific setting of hyper-regional South Devon.

Several years ago, I briefly lived in Torquay, in an apartment in one of those Deco villas squeezed in along the cliffline of what was once called the English Riviera. (If that sounds glamorous, it wasn't; I was technically unhoused and commuting to postgrad five days a week. Also, Torquay was full of Scottish heroin addicts struggling terribly thanks to local councils abusing a loophole in quotas/housing exchanges, and the methadone clinic Could Not Cope. It was a thing at the time. Local govt. was - allegedly - corrupt af.)

On the plus side, I got to do my commuting on the Tiny Train which, while horribly overcrowded because it was a local branch line service that never had more than two carriages, did go via the much-beloved Dawlish Sea Wall.

For non-UK people who are enchanted by our weird little place names and quaint bassackwardness, this is the section of train line that provides the only rail access linking south Devon and the entire county of Cornwall to 'the mainland' (i.e., everything north of Plymouth). It runs through places with names like Dawlish Warren and Starcross. It looks like this:

Sometimes, you'll see a tourist get on and sit next to an open window, and someone will say, 'oh, you probably don't want to do that,' and the tourist will brush this off and think it's silly... and then get soaked. And everyone will pretend not to laugh. It's a rite of passage.

Anyway. It's a part of the country marked by an odd combination of wealth (largely from incomers and tourists) and small, relatively insular communities, where many artists and self-styled bohemians set up home in the early-mid 20th century.

The WW2 concept of/moral panic surrounding 'funk holes' was the idea that the wealthy were paying to escape the most dangerous areas of the country - particularly London and the south east - and using places like these cute country hotels and seaside villages to wait out the war.

Thing is, it's not really true. However idyllic Torquay might have seemed, the town still experienced a couple of dozen air raids and over 150 people were killed over the course of the war. That's really nothing next to the statistics from London, where large chunks of the city were flattened and around 20,000 civilians were killed, but it does show the south west was not untouched. The real divide was - as everywhere - money. What you could pay for, how you could use it to subvert rationing or acquire goods on the black market, and the availability of those resources in different places.

Something I'm going to be getting into in Funk Hole is this kind of inequity and what it meant: how certain things might be more available in rural areas, at the price of isolation, and how that isolation opened people up - especially if they lived lifestyles deemed 'alternative' in any way - to suspicion and potential accusations.

The way newspapers whipped up sentiment against 'funk holes' was basically another form of propaganda, a solidifying of 'Blitz spirit' sentiment, which is all well and good... except it was based on established biases and town/country stigmas, not to mention the jingoism of the period. Was that justified, when we were coming so close to losing the war, and the opposition was the literal Third Reich, which had decimated most of Europe and carried out unthinkable acts of genocide and eugenicide? Good question, and worth exploring. But that's for more self-indulgent waffle posting when I actually get onto writing the book in anything more than note form.

For now, here are some pretty 1920s-1940s glamour shots of the area local to where it's set: the beach at Babbacombe; Anstey's Cove, Torquay; the rock arch at Torquay, and Exmouth's delightfully named St. John in the Wilderness church.

And modern day Anstey's Cove, wherein there is a footpath that leads to a headland called Hope's Nose. Because of course it does.

#wip asks #funk hole tag

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fiercynn · 21 days

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🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

okay so i posted the first chapter of my bad buddy fic the reality is you last november, and i was trying to use the creator's notes to draw attention to israel's genocide and the fight for palestinian liberation. as part of that i linked to a post where i talked about pinkwashing. i got this comment in response from ao3 user PatPranAmargh that was both super meaningful and taught me things i hadn't known about israel's pinkwashing, so it very much sticks with me. there was a lot of lovely stuff in the comment but here's the most relevant part i hope people will read:

I’ve been an activist for the liberation of Palestine for over 10 years now, and I hope I can add more information to your story about the pinkwashing. The Israeli government used data obtained from Grindr to blackmail Palestinian gay men to work as informants or be outed to their communities. Vice made a documentary about this. Israel is known to use it’s ‘gay agenda’ as a means to further sell the idea of Israel being like other ‘progressive’ western countries to further gain sympathy and support from that same West. Meanwhile the religious Jewish leaders in Israel have always pushed back against the adoption of a gay pride or rights for queer folks. Orit Strook, one of the incoming ministers of Netanyahu said just last year that doctors should have the right to refuse the treatment of gay people out of religious beliefs. Zionist legislator Simcha Rothman, went even further and said hotel owners should be able to refuse rooms to gay groups. The Israeli government released Yishai Schlissel, an Orthodox Jew who stabbed people at the 2005 pride in Israel, unmonitored after serving 10 years, for him to just repeat the same atrocities in 2015 and yet again stab multiple people during pride and killing a 16 year old girl. Then there’s the anti black racism in Israel. How Israel admitted to have forcibly sterilised black Ethiopian women because they didn’t want to have a generation of black Jews. Look up the June 2nd riots of Ethiopian black Jews in 2019. After their version of George Floyd. Mind you , all of these things are fact checked and written about by Haaretz (one of the biggest leftist newspapers in Israel). Unlike Israel, we don’t need to make up propaganda about how horrible the government is. Their actual behaviour is horrible enough. No need to make things up. “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸“ * No that doesn’t mean free from Jewish people as some of y’all have been told, because one doesn’t stop a genocide to start another one. It means free from occupation.

(just adding a note that while haaretz may bill itself as "leftist" it is still very much a zionist publication in my understanding)

fanfic ask meme!

#free palestine #pinkwashing #genocide #bad buddy #homonationalism #asking me answering you #deepa's fanworks #zionist colonization

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einsteinsugly · 2 years

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Eric and Donna, The Headcanons...

For @jackieburkhrts, because you asked. :)

-Donna taught him how to jump off the swings and how to ride a bike without training wheels, when they were little. And taught him about the birds and the bees, to Kitty's horror.

-Christmas Time is Here is their favorite Christmas song.

-Donna always kicks Eric's ass at Scrabble.

-They share flannels and hoodies. All the freaking time.

-They exchange buckets of chicken at and/or after their wedding.

-They marry at a courthouse on a whim, while traveling, but still have their "official" wedding in the Formans' backyard.

-They only go to church when they're in Point Place, or when the parents come to visit.

-They travel a lot during college, and a bit afterwards, too. And after they retire, too, but they have way more money saved up by then. Eric wants to travel the globe on a sailboat, but Donna isn't particularly receptive. Eric tries to compromise with an RV, but Donna is only vaguely receptive.

-Eric has a major midlife crisis, and it goes way beyond Hyde's mere motorcycle. Boats, cars, RVs, vacation homes. He looks at them all. Does he have enough money? Eh.

-As they age, Eric is definitely becomes the talker out of the two. Wild hand gestures and all. He also emails Donna lots and lots of memes.

-If there isn't an oopsy-daisy (like Kate in my verse), they're the DINKs of the group. Double income, no kids. Eric wants kids a year or two before Donna, and Kitty is particularly pushy about it. Fertile Myrtle won't give me grandbabies, Red!

-Eric is devastated after Return of the Jedi, and insists on making family trees to prove to the rest of the gang that he and Donna aren't related. They're thirteenth cousins.

-Donna jokes if they ever have twins, they should name them Luke and Leia. Eric is horrified, and Donna responds with a "what about Leah?" Hence, an inside joke is born (in my verse, it evolves to their daughter being named Leah).

-The names Alexander (Alex), Luke/Lucas, and Robert are the most likely candidates for boys. Katherine/Caitlin, Alexandra, Lucy, and Emma are most likely candidates for girls. Eric likes Sarah (for his little princess) and Holly, too. And Leah is in the cards (not Leia, eww), because of their little inside joke.

-When they have a kid, Eric proudly puts a "Padawan On Board" sticker on the back of his car. And Donna groans, but with a little smile.

-After the Luke and Leia debacle, Eric insists that he and Donna are Peter Parker and Mary Jane. And in the 90s, Luke and Mara, of course.

-They love Bon Jovi, almost as much as Aerosmith.

-Donna says "Dude (Looks like a Lady)" is Eric's song. And after Mrs. Doubtfire comes out, she hands him a vacuum cleaner.

-Eric's favorite Aerosmith song is "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing," because it reminds him of him and Donna. It's Donna's least favorite Aerosmith song, but eventually? It's better than "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.

-They get a basketball hoop for the kids, but end up hogging it themselves.

-They occasionally pinky promise, and play rock, paper, scissors to make decisions.

-Eric always leaves the toilet seat up, walks around the house (and to the mailbox) in his underwear, and hoards stuff in the garden shed. The worse demerits Hyde has to his name is that he sleeps in too much (whereas Jackie is an early bird), but Eric is genuinely more annoying to live with. But Donna loves him anyway, and even? Likes him.

-Eric always "loses" Donna's grocery list, and buys what he (and the kids) want instead.

-Like her father, Donna writes/makes sticky notes on leftover food that is rightfully hers. If Eric touches it, he dies (or fine, maybe she'll just yell at him and make him watch 60 Minutes with her).

-Eric is always the one with the camera/video camera in hand, filming every milestone the kids could ever have. It can be overwhelming, especially since he hoards them all.

-Donna makes Eric eat broccoli in front of the kids to "set an example," and makes him check for monsters under their beds.

Eric: It's all dust! Kate (wide-eyed, horrified): It's the dust bunnies! Donna (handing him a duster, with a smirk): Kill the dust bunnies, honey.

-No matter the verse, Donna always makes more money than Eric. As a teacher, he earns way less than he rightfully should. He's self-conscious about it, because his dad always told him that the man should bring home the bacon.

Donna: But your dad didn't have a job, and your mom… Eric (gesturing wildly): I know, but it's the principle of it, okay?

-Eric and Donna work together professionally, all the time. Eric brings up issues he faces while on the ground, and Donna follows up on it. As Eric joins her, camera in hand, of course. Like Peter Parker at the Daily Bugle, but he's a bit more of an amateur.

-Eric loves The Wonder Years, and is devastated when Kevin and Winnie don't end up together. At least in his case, Kevin (Eric) ended up with Winnie (Donna). With wedding bands on their fingers, and with two daughters, Kate and Leah, to boot.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric and donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #jackie burkhart #jackie and hyde #steven hyde #my moodboards #red and kitty #leah forman #kate forman

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jeslife-com · 2 months

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Hey there, Tumblr fam! 👋I'm here to spill the beans on how digital and smart tech makes my day a whole lot smoother. Despite being on a tight budget, I've managed to incorporate various digital and smart technologies into my routine to make life a bit more convenient. Let's dive in!

Morning Routine ☀️

Every day starts with the alarm blaring from my smartphone. It's not the latest model, but it gets the job done. After waking up, I drank water and check my emails, and, of course, scroll through social media for a much-needed morning dose of memes.

Online Classes 📚

My classes are conducted online/onsite, so my trusty laptop becomes my academic bestfriend for Google Meet and CEU Canvas when I am in the apartment.

To take notes, I use a Google Docs on my laptop. This way, I have my notes accessible anytime, anywhere, without the fear of losing them.

Fitness Routine/Stay Connected

My smartwatch tracks my steps, reminding me to take short walks and stretch during study breaks. It notifies me of incoming messages and allows me to quickly glance at notifications without having to reach for my phone, keeping me in the loop without disrupting my workflow.

Entertainment Hour

Of course, being a student is not all about work. During my downtime, streaming services become my best friend like the app Tiktok. My phone serves as the gateway to entertainment paradise.

https://images.app.goo.gl/myaLEumUz5i8mmHUA

And there you have it – a day in the life of a independent student, navigating the demands of academia with the help of digital and smart technology. It's not about having the latest gadgets but making the most of what's accessible and affordable. Until next time, stay connected and keep embracing the digital age! 🌐💻📚

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bitcofun · 2 years

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What is Logium? Logium intends to fix the issue of decentralized financing and open the free enterprise of derivatives. It declares to be the very first platform that enables users to go long or short on any token on Uniswap. With Logium, you can wager with other users on whether the token will increase or down in worth and utilize a multiplier to anticipate the future worth. Logium presently includes brand-new tokens daily from Uniswap, and you can remain upgraded on brand-new additions by following their authorities Twitter Profile The platform is totally transparent and does not hold any user possessions; for that reason, you can feel confident that your funds are safe and secure. To check out even more on Logium's security audit, follow this link How does Logium work? It is quite basic to take bets on Logium. The P2P wagering system allows users to utilize and trade over 500 possessions on Uniswap by taking both long and brief bets on take advantage of. To get involved, you would initially require to link your wallet with Logium. The existing wallet supported is Metamask, however other wallets will be readily available quickly, such as Wallet Connect, Coinbase Wallet, Formatic, and Portis. Once your wallet is linked, just pick any token you want to bank on; presently, users can bank on 10 tokens, consisting of ETH, BTC, SHIB, HEX, APE, and so on Users can pick a bet that currently exists on the list or just produce a brand-new possibility. Expertly described as "choice" or "position," the "bet" is a peer-to-peer arrangement in between 2 users about the future rate of any ERC20 property. Only one user that is best about the rate forecast will make 100% of the challenger's bet. These deals are gone for a repaired period of time which can be approximately 1 hour, 6 hours, one day, 7 days, or 30 days. All bets on the platform are protected by USDC deposits that the users make. Logium has actually just 10 noted tokens on the beta stage; nevertheless, they want to decentralize the procedure of noting extra possessions in the future. This will make offer the users the power to choose which tokens are noted. Placing bets does not sustain alternate charges, other than the typical Ethereum network charges. After the bet is settled and gotten of the reward swimming pool to the winner, Logium gets a little charge. Problems that Logium intends to fix Logium is contributing towards fixing numerous concerns presently in crypto. Users can now bypass KYC and take brief and long bets on any token beyond a central exchange. Liquidity is no longer a concern as users can take particular bets for each token on Uniswap even when liquidity is low. Users can likewise short any token of their option if they do not think in the future of that token. Prime examples are individuals who do not think in the future of meme coins, such as Shiba, Doge, and others. Now they can quickly "take bets" and brief them utilizing Logium.org Beginners and novice traders will likewise have the ability to trade without dedicating genuine cash on the platform. At Logium, users trade straight from their decentralized wallets, removing the "not your secrets, not your coins" issue. " When trading on CEXs, you do not have 100% control over possessions; with us, you do." Logium Team Partners Logium is just recently partnered with StudentCoin ( STC), a crypto platform that permits users to develop, develop and handle individual start-up NFT quickly and Defi tokens. STC helps Logium with technical and organization advancement experience and marketing support. Trainee Coin will have a share on Logium's income, which will then be tossed into an STC token buy-back from the marketplace. How will Logium hold up throughout market volatility? Logium has the possible to carry out regardless of market conditions. Users can make money from the volatility of crypto properties, enabling users to benefit from crypto's volatility. Read More

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haydenfm · 2 years

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HAYDEN KENNEDY ASHFORD

30. he/him. cis man. obnoxious gemini. dj, twitch streamer, nightclub owner.

trigger warnings: death, drugs, illness.

hayden has a twin sister and three older siblings and they were all born and raised in southampton, england.

his mother, camila boucher is a french-british former model, businesswoman, and socialite whose family owned northstar enterprises* while his father, alexander ashford, was from a lower-middle class family in scotland. he had a more rags-to-riches story and built his company, ashford media corportation** from the ground up.

hayden has adhd and dyslexia, which has caused major problems for him growing up. he’d gotten suspended and kicked out of a number of schools, reasons which include setting fire to his books on campus grounds and bringing weed and pills and knives and other sharp objects to school until finally, in 2006, his parents allowed him to live with his father in america to attend a public high school in new york.

he did visit his mother and stepfather, jack, in southampton every year still. in fact, he might’ve only been going just for his stepfather, who was a musician and had been a huge influence on hayden’s passion for music. while hayden had always been a musical child, it was jack who had really mentored and supported him in finding his own style.

it was money and talent (but mostly money) that had gotten hayden into juilliard despite his unflatering school records. it was much easier for him to read music than words and so against all odds, he eventually obtained his bachelor of music in cello with a minor in jazz studies.

started experimenting with electronic music in juilliard and began posting his own remixes of pop songs on soundcloud under the name ak6969. his remixes had become something of a viral hit on the internet, even reaching meme status in recent years after some tiktok users had dug up his old stuff.

the internet had always been his second home. apart from his soundcloud, he also used to post videos on youtube and had garnered a fair amount of attention for how he would ‘electronify’ classical music. that, along with the goofy, chaotic persona he presented online, had him creating the ‘Mister A’ character sketches (think filthy frank) and later, streaming. it’s worth noting that each type of content he posted (music, vlogging, gaming) would be under a different account that he personally did not link to each other but was known among his viewers. in 2014, he signed a contract with twitch to be a partner and to exclusively stream on their platform.

apart from streaming, hayden turned to spinning in nightclubs, of which there was no shortage in new york, to make extra income. he has been doing gigs since 2010.

moved to bridgeport, maine with his then-boyfriend, fellow streamer, casey, (who was a native of bridgeport) in 2016 where they purchased a beach house along the coast. they’ve been together for five years when casey was diagnosed with a terminal illness in late 2017. the pair had already talked about getting married beforehand, but it was receiving this news that had pushed them to hold a small, quiet ceremony with friends and family in may of 2018. casey’s health had gone through a rapid decline and unfortunately, in december of that same year, passed away.

in the wake of casey’s passing, hayden had returned to his old drug habits in high school and college as a form of self-medicating his grief. he was working nonstop at VYZE (of which he is part-owner), streaming, and producing new music all while high on pills and cocaine.

released his first album, Re:Verbs in december 2021 which he describes as not the culmination of his grief, but only the beginning of catharsis.

voluntarily entered an in-patient drug rehabilitation facility immediately after his album’s release, also taking a three-month hiatus from streaming. he checked out very recently in march.

TIMELINE

february 2006, age 16 - move to america (new york)

may 2008, age 18 - graduate high school & enter juilliard

october 2010, age 21 - ak6969 goes viral & start dj gigs

january 2011, age 21 - birth of ‘mister a’ character

may 2012, age 22 - graduate from juilliard

july 2015, age 26 - goes live on youtube under the moniker Doctor Oxford, or sometimes just ‘Doc Ox’ or simply ‘The Doc’

july 2016, age 27 - signs contract with twitch

october 2016, age 27 - move to bridgeport, maine

june 2017, age 27 – signs on as new business partner to transfer of ownership of vyze nightclub

may 2018, age 28 - got married

december 2018, age 28 - casey’s death

december 2021, age 32 - release first album

january 2022 - enter rehab

march 2022 - check out from rehab

PLOT & CONNECTION IDEAS

his siblings’ family: significant others, children, in-laws, what have you!

co-owner of vyze!

casey’s family and friends. maybe some of them like hayden, maybe some don’t? either way, bring the pain! i would especially like to connect with someone who’s casey’s best friend in the whole world so they’d both have someone to share the grief with.

artists he’s collaborated with. like, graphic artists or fellow musicians!

regulars at vyze.

a regular viewer of hayden streams!

someone who works for ashford media.

*a chain of resorts, restaurants, yacht clubs and condominiums based in southampton, england with branches in france and spain. **a media conglomerate originally headquartered in london and later moved to new york city in 2002. it is now one of the most popular international media outlets in the us, having expanded recently to digital content and film production.

#bridgeportintro

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kino appreciation post

#キノの旅 #キノの旅 -the Beautiful World-#Kino no Tabi #Kino no Tabi: The Beautiful World #Kino's Journey #Anime #Screencap #Kino #Hermes #Trees #Leaves #Bookshelves #Books #incoming meme check the notes

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abrahamlincoln-official · 2 years

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This may seem like a meme, but it is real. It's formatted like this to get people's attention and be memorable, in the hopes that maybe it saves some lives.

Edit 1: If any of you are unsure that this is real, check out the notes of folks talking about it.

Transcript:

[transcript of sign]

Are you currently struggling with … MEDICAL BILLS?

… Perhaps you should try … FAPping!

Financial Aid Policy

Did you know that most hospitals and some doctor’s offices are what is known as a 501r, or “medical non-profit”?

This means they are legally required to have a “financial aid policy” or “charity care policy”

What is means, is that they are LEGALLY REQUIRED under United States Law to provide FREE OR DISCOUNTED healthcare, and also to FORGIVE EXISTING MEDICAL DEBT to individuals with financial difficulty.

Basically, every household making und $100K a year is eligible for a reduction in their medical costs.

Billing departments often try to push people to get on a “payment plan” if someone asks, but don’t accept it!

Ask if they have a Charity Care or Financial Aid policy “Based On Income.”

If it looks like you might not qualify?

Apply anyway. They try to scare people away with scary processes.

YOU QUALIFY. EVEN IF YOU ARE ALREADY IN COLLECTIONS.

[/end sign] (Credit to Moonlit-wings for the transcription.)

#medical bills #gonna re-blaze this so the redditors can see it

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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You guys have been asking for years, so here it is! (Also available in desktop form.) Updated as of 3-21-22.

Sections: I. Rules (asks and such) II. Important Links (things from the show I think everyone should know/pivotal longposts) III. Helpful Links (fact blog creation, starter episodes, etc)

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The Lighthouse and The Ocean

Pt 6

Hotel Purgatory

Pairing: Pedro Pascal/OFC

Warnings: unbearable sexual tension; swearing

Summary: When the cameras start rolling, Pedro and Nini have to face new challenges that could affect their relationship for good. Flirtation, jealousy- this is the other aspect of their fluffy and dorky friendship. Their first kissing scene turns out to be a more difficult task than expected.

Notes: Also find this fic on Ao3 - here - or the previous part on Tumblr - here - or start with Pt 1

Rated as 'mature' now bc I don't know how sensitive ya'll are to *ahum* thirsty thoughts.

Length: 7.9k

Hotel Purgatory

September had arrived and my biggest suitcases were currently in the boot of my taxi. I had dropped Poentje off at my friend's place before I headed down to JFK but boy, that cat was one fricking problem whenever she had to be caught.

Since we both lived in New York, we had organised to get onto a plane together and I would meet Pedro at the airport. But I was running out of time and I was also running out of patience with this damn traffic. I was frantically typing Pedro a message.

Fuckinf airport traffic. Don't leave without mw!

I added a sticker of a crying cat meme.

My phone alerted me about an incoming message. First, there was a laughing emoji.

7:10 - Relax, literally nothing is going on, boarding is a little delayed anyway. Where r u?

"Could you please hurry, sir?" I asked my driver, not so calmly. "Yes, ma'am, let me wait a little faster!" he gave back with zero patience. New York taxi drivers, I swear.

I was about to text Pedro back when he had already recorded and sent an audio message. I held the speaker to my ear. The announcement voice was too faint but I could make out a few words.

I did not have the patience to text back so I recorded an audio message as well. The car beside us honked right when I had begun speaking. "I'm on my-" honk "-way!" I yelled against the noise. "Don't you dare tell that to anyone. I'm almost at the airport, I can make it on time!"

7:11 - "Attention all passengers-" "-flight to" and "waiting to board."

"Do you hear that? Twenty minutes, you've got time, although-" Pedro’s voice sounded bored. "Apparently, nobody's told you only the early little songbird catches the worm." he was too calm, making jokes about his nickname for me, slurping on some kind of beverage. It was outrageous. I was always a fussy wreck at airports and he had the nerve to sound this collected. "Do you want me to hold up the flight if you're late? I can make them announce we're waiting for a world-famous celebrity." he said.

7:13 - relax

Easier said than done. My eyes drifted over to the newspaper peeking out of the back of the passenger seat and I recognised a familiar face. “Oh, piss off.” I grabbed the paper and stared at a happily smiling man with his beautiful fiancé. “Ewan McGregor engaged” the headline said. I tossed it onto the seat next to me like it had burned my fingers and put my hand to my throat to stop myself from groaning out in frustration. I hadn’t wasted a thought about him for weeks and now it came back to annoy me when I clearly didn’t need it. Fuck that. I had been excited to spend two long months with Pedro.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to go to my happy place. The only problem was that didn't work. Another kind of image forced its way into my mind.

I had a dream about Pedro last night. I had been walking towards him down an aisle, wearing a white dress and a smile so full of happiness.

Apparently, he made the church bells ring in my head whenever he wasn't busy flooding my mind with slutty, slutty thoughts. I felt fucking embarrassed over a sappy dream I would never tell a living soul. In real life, I could count myself lucky that I wasn't wearing a long white dress when I arrived. That would have been way too impractical for heavy lifting and running.

I rushed through the check-in procedure in comfortable ripped jeans and an open lumberjack shirt. I was running, cursing, getting lost and then running again with my little hand luggage dragging behind me instead of a veil. I was too distracted to pay attention to my silly dream any longer, which I guessed, had just been the product of my subconsciousness provoked by the anticipation of seeing him again.

Pure relief washed over me when I finally spotted him. There he was, standing at our gate, with a coffee in his hand while raising the other to greet me. The real Pedro wasn't in a suit but a random travel outfit, just like me.

I couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment I had realised that my feelings for him were deeper than I cared to admit. Maybe it had been our day at the beach a few weeks ago when I had simply been watching him smile at me with the wind tearing at his hair and clothes. His eyes had positively been the most dreamy and soft thing I had ever beheld. On a different note, my feelings might have gotten more and more intense during his absence. While we hadn't been able to see each other, I had been haunted by memories and also daydreams that weren't even true and couldn't ever be. Or maybe it should have dawned on me when I first spoke to him at the BAFTAs, who knew? I certainly did not!

I wasn't simply thirsting over him anymore; I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach whenever I thought about his goofy smile and pure heart and I just felt infinitely fortunate to be allowed to count him as my friend. Anything else would be extremely premature.

I was running towards him holding my boarding ticket high up in the air. "Pedro!" I yelled and he met me halfway. I hugged him with a sigh of relief, heart beating fast and I suspected it did not have a single thing to do with my little run. He let out a noise of content as he lifted my body with just one arm and rocked me left to right. "Heeeey, I missed you!" he said and my heart twisted in my chest.

"I had a minor crisis getting Poentje to a friend, hey nice shirt." I rambled.

I didn't let him go for half a minute. I hadn't seen him for weeks during his time working on a Hugo Boss commercial and my time-consuming accent coaching. Since our day at the beach, we had only crossed paths for work-related reasons and it had always been too brief to catch up. Chatting online or face-timing just wasn't the same and couldn't replace this feeling of being hugged by him again.

"Oh, I missed you too, sorry I'm late!" I said with that flatly voweled Dutch accent that got worse whenever I was nervous. Airports were not my comfort zones.

Pedro flattened his hand across his chest. He was wearing a worn Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. "Thanks. Jesus, slow down, take a breath." He grinned and handed me the full cup of coffee and I closed my hands around the warm paper cup.

"You're a fucking saint. Thank you." I told him with all my gratitude for buying me a cup of life elixir. I let out a deep breath.

"You're welcome. Who's Poentje?" he asked and I hummed into my cup. I couldn't believe I hadn't told him about my beloved pet. "My cat. My stupid, stubborn cat." "You have a cat?" his face fell a little. "Yeah, you... why, you don't like cats?"

Pedro made a defensive gesture and then put his hand on his tummy. "Oh no, I do. It's just, I'm really allergic to them. I have Edgar, though... my dog."

Although this piece of information hit me like a brick because I suddenly realised, he would probably never just casually drop by my house, my face lit up nonetheless. "Edgar? How sweet. I love dogs too. I always wanted a dog myself but Poentje has been my companion ever since my grandparents took me in and now she's an old lady and wouldn’t get used to another pet, let alone a dog."

"Please tell me you have a picture of her you can show me," he begged.

I smirked and grabbed my phone to show him the lock screen of my black ragdoll. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Demon cat," he remarked with an adorable smile. We continued talking about our pets for a while and he showed me a picture of a scruffy white dog with a long snout.

I cooed at his phone. "He's absolutely preci-"

"Excuse me, hi!" A woman behind Pedro shyly interrupted. She stepped forward in a subservient manner and we both turned to look at her. "Oh my God, are you the Mandalorian and you played Brigitte Bardot, right? I'm literally shaking, you guys are so awesome!"

I grinned at the fan and snapped back into reality. I always forgot that we were famous whenever I spend five seconds with Pedro. "Hello," I replied with as much friendliness in my voice as possible in my currently startled state.

"Can I please get an autograph? I'm a big fan!" "Sure." She gave Pedro a felt pen and a postcard-sized high-quality picture of The Mandalorian. Curious. Who carried around stuff like that? I signed onto her map of New York City while Pedro held onto my coffee.

The woman was waiting and thanking us nonstop. I kept smiling.

People in public spaces were more often respectful than not and didn't care nearly as much as you might have thought they would. Sometimes they're even scared of you in moments when they least expected a celebrity to show up in a random place. They gasp, they giggle, you smile and continued walking. Sometimes it got weird though and I felt there was something off with this one.

She smiled back in a rather fake manner. "You make a very cute couple, by the way. How long has this been going on?" she asked with a nasal voice.

"Oh, we're not-" "No, we're not-" Pedro and I stumbled over our words and looked at each other, unable to form any other sound than "Uuuuuh."

"Actually, I'm from LifeStyle magazine, if you could give me a quick interview, I would-"

"I thought you two were dating. Don't you think Pedronie would make the perfect couple?" She pressed.

"Pe-what?" I asked her while Pedro eyed her with deep concern as he finished my coffee.

Pedro’s fight or flight response instinct kicked in. "Oh my God, no, I'm sorry. Thank you for your interest but we have to go now." He picked up his bag and dragged me with him by my arm. I could barely grab my hand luggage.

"Are you staying in the same resort for the shoot in Mexico?" she yelled after us.

My mouth still hung open when we went through the boarding procedure. I gave Pedro beside me a distressed look and we cringed together at how awkward that encounter had been. "That was awful. Let's just forget that ever happened." I suggested and he laughed. "Imagine buying a fucking boarding ticket just for that." He looked bewildered.

"Also... Pedronie?" I frowned at the fusion of our names. "They could have gone with- I don't know... Panini and they chose Pedronie, it was right there." We both laughed and made up multiple ridiculous versions of our own while we showed our passports. I was crying by the time he said "Pasceet."

I played back what the reporter had said. "Funny she brought up B.B, some critics said I looked nothing like her. We do share a birthday though."

"Really, when's that?" he asked above the noise of the plane.

I blushed for no apparent reason as we walked down the aisle towards the door. "I'm turning twenty-eight on the twenty-eighth this month."

Pedro kindly waited for me to go inside first. "Oh, that's so soon. If I had known, I would have checked for birthday presents at the duty-free."

"Oh, please. You really don't have to get me anything. Let's just- I don't know, get drunk after work or something. No big celebration." I suggested and he took off his baseball cap. His hair was all curly and fluffy underneath. He looked so soft and huggable.

Pedro was about to reply when we were interrupted for the second time. "Look who we've got here, it's Sweet Van Fleet, what an honour to have you on board. I'm Jeff, your pilot." "Hello, Jeff." I greeted the man who didn't do a subtle job of hiding himself ogling my chest. I rolled my eyes. "Let me take care of that, sugar," he said.

"Oh, uhm, thanks but that's not necessary." The pilot had reached out to help me with my small suitcase but Pedro came up behind me and guided his arm between the stranger and me. "Hey, I think she can take care of her own luggage, thank you very much." Pedro calmly accentuated my capability but he also glared at the pilot, who pulled his hands back promptly. He stood taller, suddenly broader and I widened my eyes at how tense the atmosphere had gotten. I couldn't take my leave quickly enough.

Pedro seemed more than a little grumpy when we finally found our seats in the economy class. There was a maximum of fifty other people present, we had an entire section to ourselves, he had had my full attention the entire time and then one cocky pilot came around and suddenly he got himself all worked up.

I was grinning at him like I just figured out an exciting, dirty little secret. Did he not like other men looking at me? Was he being jealous when he personified that dangerous Mando attitude? I decided to test my theory.

I hummed, kneeling into the seat in front of him so I could support my weight on my elbows when I looked down at him. I lazily traced my finger across the leather. "I heard pilots are quite the womanizers," I told him in a soothing tone and he looked at me under his eyebrows. Pedro didn't give a reply, he just scoffed and wrapped his headphones around his hand.

I could hardly hide my giddy smile anymore. "I do like a man in uniform." I tried to provoke him again.

His voice sounded too harsh for his character. "Yeah, well I guess if you ask this Jeff nicely, he'll let you into his cockpit so you can get to know him better." He had spit out the pilot's name.

I leaned back. "Pedro, are we... a little jealous?" I quizzed him in a hushed tone but I cowered back when he stood up to tower over my body. It was his turn look down at me and I bit my lip so I wouldn't smile at him.

"I am not jealous." Pedro spoke each word in a calm and heavy voice. He shook his head and readjusted his tone. "Pilots just normally don't help passengers with their bags, I'm just... worried he's not normal," he said as if he would most definitely crash the plane.

I chuckled. "Not normal? I was under the impression that he was just being friendly and you're jealous-" I got back up, stopped inches away from his face and poked my finger into his chest. "-because nobody's flirting with you when you look like you've been crashing on someone else's sofa for three weeks." I bantered with him.

Pedro’s jaw dropped at the insult. Now we were both aware of the game we were playing. "And 'you'-" he replied in an amused way, "-look like a shaggy grunge groupie who's just done doing heroin with Kurt Cobain." Pedro countered without an ounce of malice in his voice, yet I gasped. Touché.

We glowered at each other but we were disturbed... again. "Sir, madam, we would like to ask all passengers to sit down. We will take off very soon."

Pedro blinked and nodded at her. "Yeah, sure."

The pretty stewardess batted her long eyelashes and she flashed her snow-white smile only at him. "Welcome on board, sir," she said way too sweetly and I watched her strut away, hips swaying in an unnatural and totally inappropriate way.

Pedro caught my gaze and his expression spoke volumes from 'fucking payback, bitch' to 'who's jealous now?'.

My glare told him to not say a single word but he wasn't easily intimidated. "She was just being friendly." he threw my own words back at me in a mocking voice.

"Shut up," I said too childish to sound dignified and I had to endure his grin. Sitting in separate rows became some kind of smug punishment on both ends.

Several hours and not enough snacks later, I had gotten tired of my book and I glanced between my double seats back at Pedro to see him sitting by the window, frowning at his phone.

I turned around in my seat as carefully as possible to not catch his attention immediately. Maybe he was still irritated by me, who knew?

"Psst." Pedro seemed like he hadn't detected the source of my hissing sound and he ignored it as he continued scrolling down his photo gallery. I made the sound again and he finally looked up and saw me poking my head up above the seat in front of him. I was wearing sunglasses and I took my time as I let him watch me pop my pink bubble gum. "What are you doing?" I asked with a blank expression when it was back in my mouth.

"You're bored?" He asked and I shook my head once. "To death." "We can figure something out to do, come here, sit."

I dropped into the seat next to him with relief and shoved my sunglasses up my hair. Pedro and I had both gotten rid of our jackets and I leaned against his arm, skin to skin contact.

He had opened his camera again and took more pictures of the soft cloud blanket below us. "So, what do you wanna do?"

"Hey, we could take a picture of us!" I suggested and he grinned.

Instead of giving an answer, Pedro made a brief recording of the world below and then flipped to the front camera. "Hi." He held the phone entirely too close to his face before he let it sway over to me.

"I'm here with 'Sweet Van Fleet', say hello to... all the Fleeters out there-" he said.

I started laughing about the repetition of our pilot's words and his new name for my fans. "And I'm here with the one and only Pedro Pascal, on our way toooo-"

"We're on our way to Mexicooo." he finished my sentence in a silent scream and we just wiggled in our chairs and made excited faces. We wiggled too much and our skulls bumped into each other rather painfully.

"Oww!" We groaned out but the recording continued.

I held my hand to my hair and my head sank to my knees. "Sukkel," I laughed breathlessly and Pedro ended the video after whining a big man's wail up close to the camera.

He rubbed the part of his head that had suffered the impact. "I'm sorry, are you ok?" he asked with a gentle touch to my back. I giggled. "Yes, are you? I think I swallowed my gum."

"This has to be posted on my Instagram, it's way too funny." We both chuckled at the hopelessly chaotic recording and he stored it in his camera roll. "Would that be alright if I posted this later, should I tag you?"

My smile softened. "I don't have Instagram, sorry, but you may post it, of course." I guessed my fans and his cult would know what to do with that video.

"Ok, cool," he muttered and acted like he hadn't seen me stealing one of his Reese's Pieces.

After a while, he thought he was being sneaky when he took another picture of me eating a second divine piece of peanut butter chocolates. "Heeey!" I protested and swallowed. "I wasn't ready! Delete that!"

"Make me!" Pedro hissed and held his phone out of reach. I tried to grab the phone from the annoying man with his evil laugh and I had to straddle one of his legs to increase my chance of winning. When I had finally gotten hold of it, our hands got tangled up and neither of us let go of the device. We were still suppressing our laughter but our contact became more tender from moment to moment. I felt his thumb lightly brushing over my hand as we let our eyes flicker between us and I stopped caring for that damn picture. Before I could do something as risky as to kiss that stupid smile of his, I gently redirected his face away from mine with a flat hand and he chuckled. I dropped back into my seat.

An announcement rang through the aeroplane. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have started with our descent to Durango La Plata County Airport. We kindly ask you to return to your seats-"

Pedro smiled and winked at me. "Buckle up." He said.

~~~

Durango, Mexico was one of the most diverse areas I had ever seen. The landscape changed from its green forests and grassland to eventually, an arid cactus desert, the very one where the grimiest Western movies took place.

It took us one bus ride from the airport to our hotel and another ride organised by the company, to take us to the set every morning from now on.

The two hotels were worlds apart. The one we stayed in, and which they took us to first was a villa surrounded by wonderful gardens. Hotel Sueño Santo was literally the dreamiest place with its rustic charm and warm climate. Mexico was in bloom here. Roses, delilahs and other flowers I didn't know the name of but which colours were so beautiful I failed to describe them. Whoever created this rose garden was an artist.

Bill and Chiwetel were already two weeks into the shoot, we had arrived second and Tilda would catch up later. I didn't exactly know where Tom Waits was but the complete tiny cast was supposed to come together within a couple of days.

The flip side of the same coin, the other hotel, was a set down in the 'purgatory' desert. Jim rarely made use of CGI and he didn't have to this time either because this place was magnificently melancholic on its own. The low building and dusty road were the only manmade things in a wide shot angle.

Jim had created a set that wasn't just meant to look like a hotel. We were given a tour of every propped room and nook and we walked by an empty swimming pool when he informed us that this place used to be an actual motel in business during the late 60s.

On the outside, it looked like it would only house cockroaches these days and from the inside, it was made all gloomy and timeless. I was uncertain whether the style was from the 1920s or 60s or something in between. It was old and surreal and I loved the way it made you just a tiny bit uneasy. Stepping inside 'La Casa de Zaz' was akin to the feeling you got when you were travelling alone and you were forced to stay in a sketchy hotel that might or not have been the location of several murders but served a good drink at the bar anyway. I could already picture Tilda, who played the friendly demon, Azazel, making the guests confused and slightly paranoid by her presence.

The real owner of this place seemed to be the coolest one-eyed cat. The crew had collectively named him Besos and nobody knew where he came from. He was here before us and he would still be here after we were gone. He watched the crew make adjustments to the set, and neither craved nor cared for the occasional pat on the head. He was so entirely beloved despite his zero-fucks attitude, that he had already gotten a cameo.

Of course, we couldn't stay away from Besos and Pedro sneezed. "I'm gonna ask for some antihistamines tomorrow." "That bad?"

His voice thickened. "Yeah, but drugs really help. I don't mind taking them, probably some Benadryl."

"So if you take those, does that mean you could come over for dinner at my place in New York, after all?" The question we had never discussed but which I had been asking myself was out before I had gained control over my verbal filter.

Surprise was written all over his face and he seemed almost shy. "You... want me to have dinner with you?"

I gaped at him and struggled out my words. "I mean... yes, I want us to... continue our relati- friendship, even when we're done here, of course." I was almost heartbroken at the thought that he might have gotten the impression that our friendship could only be a phase.

"I'd love to," he said. "Really?" "Yeah!" his smile was radiant. "Gives me something to look forward to... uhm, meeting your cat."

I raised my hand to his chest to give in to the need to touch him. But before I could come any closer, he turned away and sneezed into his elbow. His eyes were watering when he emerged and I patted him on the cheek instead. "Oh, you poor man. Let's get you some drugs."

~~~

The first scene I shot was out of chronological order. Chiwetel, who played the priest, and my character were supposed to have a drink at the bar and it was a scene just between the two of us. It was my first time on set in costume and I had closed my eyes to let my makeup artist put more setting powder onto my face. It was too loud around me to could have heard someone sneaking up from behind.

"Quiubo, cariño." Pedro spoke over my shoulder and I flinched and turned around. "Oh, hey there-whoah ayy, papi-" the words were out of my mouth and I blushed out of sheer embarrassment about my reaction.

Pedro wasn't fazed by it, if anything, he even seemed to like it and I felt his unreserved appetite directed at me without warning. He would floor me with that attitude if he kept doing that. My eyes widened and I was simply speechless. I had never seen him in full costume before, I just never had the chance. "Who are you?" I awed at him.

Pedro opened his arms and spun around. His hair was slightly slicked back under his dark Stetson hat, his moustache and beard were groomed. He was wearing black jeans, shiny shoes and a leather jacket. He had a blood-red rosary twisted around his fingers and the most curious thing about his look was the red socks with the Virgin Mary icon stitched on. "Nice shoes," I used our inside joke on him.

"It's quite a look, isn't it?" he traced his thumb and middle finger over his moustache and walked up to me with his hand on the bucket of his silver belt. He was in an effortless flirty mood. One step closer and I would submit to everything he said.

I felt like I wanted to snap my makeup artist's brush in half. "Hmmh." I nodded and tried to think of a professional answer but my eyelids kept fluttering. "You look like the rogue goth version of Agent Whiskey. A Johnny Cash like death angel, I do love it." I rambled after my initiate shock. Super dry mouth.

He leaned onto his arm at the counter of the bar and tipped his hat up. "You look quite stunning yourself, if I may say so. Well, you always do but... bangs look cute on you."

I swished my fingers across my freshly cut fringe and blushed. "Thanks." The tiny annoying princess in my brain giggled out a 'he thinks I'm cute'. I wouldn't complain if he continued his praise on me.

He had leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone, breath almost grazing my cheek for just a moment. "And... uhm, remind me to pay a compliment to Jim and the costume department for realising that Starling would rock that 60s look. You really own that character, I'm convinced already." By the time he was swaggering away, I had let out a tiny high pitched sound. He then turned around and let his eyes drop to my legs. "And that skimpy little skirt helps too," he added and left me.

Damn, that outfit made him hot as hell and confident on top and I felt the desperate need to pull my mini skirt as low as possible so I wouldn't go absolutely feral, do the opposite and get rid of everything immediately.

Holy shit, get it together, there were people around, I thought. Screw my previous stand on revenge, he would pay for that.

I was still staring at the exit. "What the hell was that?"

My makeup artist and I gave each other a meaningful side glance and I finally closed my mouth. Without a single response, she swished her fan open and directed the blow at me.

~~~

Oh, I understood that things which were forbidden became a thousand times more appealing the more you tried to stay away from them. But if flirting with Pedro was such a bad idea, how come it was so much fun? During our first month of shooting, I had discovered that there was a sheer infinite number of things I could do to make him flustered in some way or another. I had found out he was especially distracted whenever I exposed my neck to him and traced it down with one finger, just pretending like I was currently deeply lost in thoughts. Pedro would hold his breath, clear his throat or flex his hands and look the other way. I could accidentally drop the strap of my top and expose a tiny bit more cleavage. There's no way anyone could hide a glance. Concealing your game, acting innocent and fool the other into thinking you hadn't seen them react had become an art.

Other times it was the other way around. Pedro had figured out my weakness for his wonderful broad hands. I would start repeating one-syllabic words in my head; neck, jaw, lips, hands, butt, whenever one of these body parts caught my eye in particular. But his hands... There was this thing he did with his inner thigh or the armrest of his chair to a point where I would get jealous of a piece of furniture. In the absence of mind, he would stroke it up and down and grip and clench it in a way that made me clench somewhere entirely else. It was a petty game, so exciting and extremely frustrating at the same time.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, we were both lounging on an entirely too small sofa in his hotel room. I moaned and complained about my need to stretch. His eyes were still fixed on his iPad as I draped my exposed legs across his lap without asking for permission and he gave them a side glance when I tipped my shoes off in the lewdest way possible. I peeked over my script to watch the prominence of his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Pedro exhaled very, very slowly and I noticed his eyes weren't moving and reading a single word any longer. I grinned, hidden behind my paperwork.

Turned out my move had been a bad idea. Pedro casually dropped his hand onto my ankle and began to softly trace circles on the skin above my naked foot. It was a comfortable silence, a normal and relaxing state of mind between two people in a relationship. Except we weren't a couple and the back of his strong fingers on my ankle up to my lower calve drove me mad. It was a miracle that I could remain serene on the outside. It was utterly unfair that I was forced to act like I couldn't even feel it happening, despite my current state of distraction.

It was too much. "I wonder if you ever think about me... at night, when you're all alone." I began to speak.

Pedro lifted one corner of his lips. "We should both have other things to worry about," he replied and I indulged in the way he had rasped out his response.

I dragged one leg up the other and sighed deeply enough to stretch out my top. "We don't have to do anything just... share this moment. Let me stay a little while."

"No." he sounded stricter than before, either his patience was thinning out or it gradually took more effort to not give in. "Why not?" I almost whispered and drew a line with my finger from his shoulder down his arm. "Because I could not let you leave again, Starling."

I sighed and put the script down. The scene wasn't supposed to end here, but I struggled to finish it. Pedro didn't immediately snap out of his role, but he eventually did and smiled at me. He drew in a breath. "We should only keep in mind that we're actually not this physically close than we are right now. I mean, same room but I won't even join you on the bed." he leaned back into the sofa.

We remained silent for a while.

Meeting up for rehearsals in-between takes and on our days off became more or less an excuse to spend as much time with each other as possible. Well, we only went through our lines together so our actual performance wouldn't seem too rehearsed. Which also meant no kissing off-screen... I felt so, so touch-deprived.

I had been determined to ask him something which had been weighing down on my heart but when he finally looked at me again, my mouth opened and closed as I tried to find the right words. I fumbled with my bracelet.

"You're worried about something." He stated and I promptly snapped out of my tunnel vision. "No, no, not at all."

Pedro’s eyes gave me a look of disbelief behind his glasses but he didn't pressure me into saying anything.

"How could you tell?" I asked and he tilted his head. "You always play with your bracelet when you're anxious about something."

"It's just-" I began, touched that he had noticed this little detail about me and I blushed without having admitted anything yet. Pedro put his iPad down and removed his glasses. "What is it? You can tell me."

I had carefully been avoiding this conversation. It was entirely possible that we might both have been in a state of denial about what was about to happen soon. "Maybe we should start talking about our... more intimate scenes and what that means for us. I mean, nothing, obviously. But I just feel like we should take a little pressure off of that because I don't want to make things uncomfortable-" I finally admitted.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" he said the moment he let go of my ankle.

"No!" I tried to reassure him and missed his touch. "I'm just scared I could make things more awkward between us than they should be." I couldn't tell him I was sad that our first kiss would be a professional acting job because if I did, it would imply that I wanted to kiss him apart from our job.

"Nini, don't worry." he laughed lowly. "We both know how unsexy shooting this type of scenes really is, right? There will be people around us, poking cameras into our faces, readjusting, instructing-"

"Yes, but I just wanted to let you know that I do feel comfortable doing that with you." I interrupted him. "Since we have our kissing scene tomorrow, I thought you ought to know."

"Kissing you can't be that bad. I think I've had worse jobs."

I acted insulted. "Yeah, yeah, I absolutely believe you did." I scoffed and plopped back into the cushions. "Wanker."

Pedro chuckled but after a while, he took my mild concern more serious. "But you're not just worried about that scene, are you?"

I drew out my breath. "I mean, even though that other particular scene is not raunchy in any way and still a few weeks away from now, I just want you to know that I trust you, completely and if I'm being weird about it, I'm sorry in advance."

"Thank you. Your trust means a lot to me. But... I feel like I should be the one to apologise since I'm about to-" he turned the pages of my script with one raised eyebrow and I was glad he skipped over my nonsense little notes. "-kinda manhandle you first." he was smirking. Bastard.

I was glad we were lighting up the mood again. "Too bad Starling seems to like it." I replied, pronouncing a hard 't'.

"Do you mean only Starling likes it, little songbird?"

"Oi, Senior Pascal, wouldn't you like to know." My jaw dropped at his nonchalant expression like he just asked me what I had eaten for lunch. He ignored me and opened his iPad again. I huffed out a shallow breath when I stole my script back from him and I quickly disappeared behind it. "Now, who's the naughty one?" I muttered to myself. I didn't need to see him to know that he was smiling to himself.

~~~

I was lying on a bed. Everyone was ready to start rolling the cameras and the lights were directed to accentuate every important angle, including myself as I was leaning against the headframe of a queen-size bed.

A friendly crew member came over to me to chat and fix my hair and she made some final adjustments to my wonderfully ornamented morning robe which made me look like a goddess.

We had been chatting for a while when Jim kneeled next to me. "So, I'm going to give you the freedom to do whatever you want. Raguel needs to ignore you at first and you just act as if you've never belonged anywhere else but in his bedroom. A kiss, a rejection, Bill screaming in the hallway and done."

"Understood," I replied and he nodded.

Pedro and I gave each other one last grin and a thumbs up before the set cleared and he disappeared behind the door.

It became eerie silent. "Action," Jim said, the clapperboard snapped shut and the door opened.

The next time I saw Pedro, he was a different man. He closed the door behind him and his dark energy filled the room. He acted like he didn't even see me when I looked up and let my fingers trail over my collar bone.

Raguel walked with heavy steps into the farthest corner of the room and lit another cigarette. Blue smoke rose into the air before he broke the silence. "What are you doing here?" he asked, back still turned towards me.

"I thought about what the priest said earlier, that something seems off with this place," I replied, trying to make casual conversation. "You seem to know more about this strange hotel than you've let on. You're always so... quiet and alone."

Raguel turned around and leaned against the wall and he didn't say anything in return.

My satin morning gown, which was designed to look like I wearing nothing underneath, flowed a little off my leg. It left barely enough for interpretation.

"I wonder if you ever think about me too... at night, when we're all alone." I had changed my line just a tiny bit but Jim, who was studying us behind the cameras didn't move.

Raguel remained hidden in his corner of the room. The shadows under his hat made it impossible to make out his facial features and only the blue clouds of cigarette smoke moved away from him as he blew them out. Even the sound of his breath sounded sexy this way but he was a fool if he thought that the darkness could protect him from being caught staring.

"We should both have other things to worry about." He said, voice impossibly deep.

"We don't have to do anything just... share this moment. Let me stay a little while." "No." "Why not?"

His hand appeared out of the shadows to guide the cigarette back to his lips before he ground it into the ashtray. First, his shoe stepped forward, then his entire body emerged from the dark. "Because I could not let you leave again, Starling." The camera captured him looking at me in a strange way. The angel was getting soft.

He moved towards the chair by the window. In one smooth flow of his arm, he removed his hat and hung it onto the piece of furniture, finally fixing his gaze into the night instead of me.

Starling moved like a cat across the bed and the camera followed me as I slowly closed the distance between us. "I understand." I began, reaching out to fix his collar. "It just feels like we were meant to meet each other."

"I can't act like I'm surprised. We would cross paths eventually."

I let out a thoughtful hum. "I didn't think you would be someone to believe in destiny." I tipped my head up to catch his eyes and continued to stare deeply into their black abyss. The trick was to let him take the next step and work with whatever he gave me.

"I'm not your destiny." He licked his lips and looked down at mine and my body temperature shot up.

"I decide who gets to be my destiny." I pulled him down and kissed him. It took every ounce of willpower to keep reminding myself that this wasn't Pedro and this wasn't our kiss. This was Starling kissing Raguel, the sinner and the angel. But it was... amazing to have an excuse to kiss him even though this wasn't 'my' Pedro and he smelled of smoke.

My Pedro was soft, strong and perfect and felt like home and I shouldn't be experiencing a flashback of us sitting on the sofa or the beach, with a laugh in our voices.

There was another thing that wasn't supposed to happen. His breath crossed mine and he kissed me back.

"CUT!" the voice of authority yelled out. We separated and looked at Jim approaching us. Jim made a tiny hand gesture. "Pedro, you're not supposed to kiss her back."

"Oh, I wasn't?" Pedro asked, dark aura completely abandoned. It was like someone had turned on the light. I wanted to kiss him just like this.

The scene had to be repeated over and over until Jim nearly became exasperated, which was a hard thing to accomplish. "Pedro." he calmly began and I giggled into my hand, feeling the tingle of his moustache linger on my lips from too much kissing. "Raguel is almost scared for Starling,... on her behalf. We want to see you have mercy on her soul by pushing her away. Angels can't allow themselves to act on their own free will. Okay, five minutes break, everyone."

Pedro sighed and I realised I needed to lighten up the mood. I danced up to my scene partner and I sang with a comical low voice. "He wears a purple sash and a black moustache, in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico." he reminded me of the old song and suddenly Pedro and I began to dance rather badly to no music at all.

We were back in position and I thought about poor Bill who was sitting outside the entire time, just waiting to scream.

"Action," Jim spoke with the patience of a Saint.

Once more, I made my enchanting catwalk up to the dark cowboy angel before I repeated my line and kissed him, body flushing against his, hands closing around his face as he struggled to gently free himself.

When that didn't work, Raguel grabbed both my shoulders and practically slammed me into the wall, he pinned me against it and we were both panting from the kiss.

"CUT!" Jim yelled. "I can't believe the two of you." He said in an extremely slow and monotone way. He made a dismissive gesture and put on his sunglasses. "Next take."

I had a line. Shit, what was my line?

"Hummm-" That was the sound of my brain short-circuiting.

~~~

I dragged myself towards the makeup trailer, a cup of tea in one hand and I yawned in ten-second intervals. I was absolutely knackered.

I was about to climb into the trailer when I heard a designer's annoying voice, talking to a crew member. "I think she's really nice, Sharon, maybe you-" the latter was interrupted.

"Oh my God, you clearly haven't seen the way she always laughs about literally anything he says, like-" The woman called Sharon gave an impression of a much thicker version of my accent. "Oh, Pedro, you're so funny. I'm so happy we're friends." She continued talking with her own valley accent. "I honestly don't know what he or Jarmusch sees in her or why everybody thinks she's hot as shit, like, why she's been the face of so many brands, like- she's such a weird-ass looking girl, right? So freckled. I don't envy her poor makeup artists."

I decided I had heard enough and announced myself by dropping my bag into my chair in a rather passive-aggressive way. She stopped laughing when she saw me and had the nerve to give me a dirty look. The other girl gave me a concerned and apologetic smile.

I sat down in a sour mood until Pedro poked his head into the trailer and my face lit up when I saw him. But before either of us could say anything, Sharon stepped in.

"Heya, how's the most gorgeous person in the world doing?" She greeted Pedro and while he was stunned for a second, he quickly directed his attention back to me. "I don't know, how are you doing, Nini?"

I barked out a laugh, snorted and hoped he could read from my eyes that I was mentally giving him a high five. "One word?" he asked with a grin, ignoring Sharon's baffled expression.

"Sure-" I hopped outside after giving that bitch an indicative glance.

We were outside, walking away from the trailer and I bumped my fist into his shoulder. "Smooth motherfucker." I giggled and he laughed at my reaction. He was unable to muster one single actual ill intention towards anyone but his words had brought me incredible satisfaction.

"What was that about?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a stranger to gossip, I'm pretty used to it by now but Jesus, it's like that Sharon woman is trying to convince everyone that I'm a worthless piece of shit. Fucking bitch," I cursed like a sailor.

"Well, fuck... everyone knows that that's not true!" he protested. "Sounds like you could use a little distraction soon. A little birdie I know told me that it's her special day tomorrow." He looked adorable, wriggling about like an excited child.

I made a non-verbal sound. "So... tomorrow is my birthday, yes- but I told you I don't want to do anything. It's just a workday anyway... you don't have something planned, do you?"

"What? No," he answered convincingly but actors couldn't be trusted. I narrowed my eyes at him but started smiling to myself eventually. We walked side by side, heading nowhere in particular and it felt like nothing had changed between us. If anything, we were both a little more content.

"You're terrible at keeping secrets," I told him and snuck my arm around his waist. Pedro hugged my shoulder and laughed into the night.

Part 7

Translation notes:

(dut): sukkel – (eng): dork

(sp): Quiubo, cariño – (eng): what's up, honey

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