#just the way matt says holy shit is so hilarious
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This is such a random concept but can you write something to do with the triplets finding out you’re a fan of there’s (which is shocking cuz you’re a well known singer) and you guys finally meet up for a car video and Chris, who’s usually really talkative, gets really quiet and nervous and Matt and Nick catch on to why and they end up teasing him…
favorite ⮕ c.s.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: swearing, teasing, she/her pronouns
summary: the triplets invite you to to do a video with them after a viral video at your last concert on tour, and teasing ensues when chris is awfully quiet for once
a/n: this one is a little longer, but only because i am awful at transitions and find way too much detail important. this was SO fun to write, i hope i did it justice 💓
{i am NOT calling fangirls losers, at all. i am a fangirl and a loser, but that doesn’t mean everyone is. i wrote y/n saying she was a loser bc i thought it was funny, carry on}
everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.
part one || part two
“You have stated multiple times before that you’re a fan of many people, whether they’re artists or creators of some sort. Any you’d like to mention?”
“The Sturniolo triplets, easy. They’re content creators; they make these car videos and they’re absolutely hilarious. I found them on Tiktok about a year ago, and I’ve been watching them ever since.”
A single answer to a question had your fans going absolutely ballistic.
It was your fault, of course, but you didn’t think they would act like this. In every one of your posts, more comments than not were about the triplets. You found it more funny than anything, knowing that your fans were just excited that you enjoyed the same things they did.
At the closing show of your tour, you had just finished your last song, and you looked out at the crowd one last time to realize that this wasn’t going to go away. A single sign in the crowd had you laughing and shaking your head.
DO A VIDEO WITH THE TRIPLETS
You pointed at the sign as you walked back to leave the stage. “The ball is in their court, now.” You said, the crowd going ballistic as you finally stepped off of the stage.
After that, it seemed radio silent for a while, but you had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. It had been only a few weeks since that show, and you were just hanging out at your apartment, one of your best friends sitting across from you on the couch.
“Y/n, have you seen this?”
You looked up from your phone and glanced at her screen, a video of your last concert playing. The sign was shown before it was turned around and the camera was on you. You saw you grin and laugh at the sign and point, saying what you said before. The moment you finished, you heard the fan scream and other screams around her completely fucking with the speaker.
“I mean, I remember that happening, but I haven’t seen the video, why?” You asked, handing her phone back to her. She raised her eyebrows and kept her phone screen facing you.
“It’s viral.”
Your eyes immediately went to the likes, and you were shocked to see there were over four million. “Holy shit.” You mumbled, your phone vibrating in your hand. You looked down, your jaw dropping when you saw the DM before you. “Holy shit!”
nicolassturniolo: hey! would you want to be in a car video??
You stared at the screen, completely speechless as you looked between the DM and your friend. “What the fuck do I say?” You asked, finally opening the message. She laughed from across from you and you couldn’t help but stare at her, completely bewildered.
“Say yes? It’s a pretty simple answer.” She said. You nodded your head and answered Nick quickly, asking him when they wanted to meet up. “How are you fangirling right now?”
You looked up again and frowned. “Because I’m a loser, obviously.” You said, your friend laughing and shaking her head as she dropped back down on her side of the couch.
You and Nick messaged back and forth, you finding out the details of the video and where they wanted to meet up. You decided tonight would be best for both of your schedules, and you were chomping at the bit to get ready and get there. You’d never done anything casual like this, only professional interviews and somewhat press-related conversations. You had no idea what was going to happen in this video, except for the general idea of it being a Q&A between the four of you.
Driving to the meetup spot had your entire body on high alert, excited to meet the triplets, but also terrified to do so. You were a fangirl at heart, but you refused to show it. You pulled into the parking lot, looking around for the van.
The moment you saw it, you took a deep breath and pulled up next to it, frowning and looking around at the desolate parking lot. Before you could even fully get out of the car, Nick was opening the back door of the van and waving at you. You grinned and shut your door, locking your car out of habit and heading towards the van.
“Hey, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Nick said, stepping out of the van and giving you a hug.
You chuckled and pulled away, shrugging your shoulders. “You too! I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous as hell on the drive over.” You said, following Nick’s lead and climbing into the van after him, awkwardly climbing over him. You looked at Matt and Chris, your smile wide as you nodded in acknowledgement. “Hey.”
“Why were you nervous?” Matt asked, your cheeks heating up as you shrugged your shoulders.
“I’m a big fan, and extremely awkward, if you couldn’t tell.” You said, the three of them laughing and adjusting themselves to face you.
“It’s totally fine, you should have seen Nick before you pulled up.” Chris said, Nick’s jaw dropping to the floor as you looked over at him with a similar expression. The conversation mellowed out shortly after that, your nerves dissipating as you got more comfortable.
“Okay, so here’s our idea.” Nick started, your eyes meeting his immediately. “You hide behind Chris’ seat while we introduce the video, and when we say we have a special guest, you pop up and introduce yourself.” He finished. You nodded your head, fighting your smile as you wedged yourself between Chris’ seat and the seat you were sitting in on the floor.
“Matt, go check the camera.” Nick said. You covered your mouth to avoid laughing at the ensuing argument.
“Nick, why do you never check the fucking camera, this is ridiculous.” Matt grumbled, climbing out of the car to check it. Nick looked down at you, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. You snorted, and waited patiently for Matt to get back into the car.
“Alright. Today, we’re doing a Q&A, but we have a little surprise for everyone.” Chris said. He adjusted in his seat, you only knowing this because the movement pushed you into the other seat harshly. You couldn’t help but groan at the pressure of the seat against your side, smacking your hand over your mouth as Nick threw his head back and laughed.
“We have a special guest, if you couldn’t tell by Chris breaking her ribs. Come on out, reveal yourself.” Nick said. You shoved yourself out from behind the seat, your hand pressed against your side as the four of you laughed. “So, a video went viral of Y/n at one of her concerts challenging us to get her in a video.”
You scoffed and looked at Nick. “It wasn’t a challenge at all. Someone in the crowd had a sign that said I needed to be in a car video, and all I said was that the ball was in your court.” You defended playfully, Nick holding his hands up in mock defense. “I didn’t realize how insane that interview would go. I said I was a fan, and all of a sudden everyone was tagging me in your posts and telling me I needed to be in a video.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.
“Alright, introduce yourself to the video, and tell them if you have anything coming up, if you want.” You looked at Matt after he spoke, realization dawning on you as you nodded and finally looked at the camera.
“Oh, right. I’m Y/n. I just announced my new single Changes that comes out in a few days, go listen if you want.” You said, looking between the three of them to make sure that was alright. Chris chuckled and nodded, facing the camera and pulling his phone from his pocket.
“So, this Q&A is different for a few reasons. One; we have a special guest, which you already know. And two; we decided to ask her some questions, and she’s going to ask some questions that she has for us. We will be answering some fan questions as well, since we only came up with a handful of questions.” Chris said, Nick gesturing for him to speed up.
The video progressed with the four of you rapid fire asking questions about your careers and other random things, occasionally debating when someone said something the others thought was outrageous.
“How long have you been a fan of ours?” Chris asked. You met his eyes and felt your face heat up before you looked away quickly and shrugged.
“I saw a clip of one of your videos on Tiktok about a year ago, and looked that specific video up. It was the one where Nick’s yelling about a staff, I believe.” You said, Nick sighing and shaking his head.
Chris chuckled and nodded his head. “Nick yelling seems to be a common theme in people looking us up, so that makes sense.”
“When did you become a fan of mine?” You asked, Nick nearly dropping his drink as he put it into the cupholder. You laughed and braced yourself as Nick held up his hands.
“I found your first album by accident a few months after it came out, and I blasted it on repeat for weeks after that. I may have forced Matt and Chris to listen to it, but they fucked with it heavy, no matter what they say.” Matt rolled his eyes with a smile and grabbed his phone, scrolling through the questions.
“It’s not my type of music, but it definitely isn’t bad. The lyrics were definitely my favorite part, you’ve got a way with words.” Chris said, Matt nodding and meeting your eyes as well.
You blushed and smiled awkwardly. “Thank you, that means a lot. I always try to tell a story with my songs, so I’m glad that my lyrics show that.” Jesus, you couldn’t take a compliment to save your life.
A few more questions were asked and answered before Matt spoke up.
“This is a fan question; who’s your celebrity crush?” Matt read, dropping his phone into his lap and looking back at you. You looked up and thought for a moment before shrugging.
“I guess the easy answer is Ryan Gosling, or something, but I’m not exactly sure—oh! I take that back, Harry Styles for sure. I’d love to do a song with him, it’s been one of my dreams since I started making music.” You rambled, the three of them humming and nodding their heads. “What about you guys?”
Matt spoke first, his answer completely outrageous and out there. Nick refused to answer, and that’s when all three of you realized that Chris was silent. You looked at him, his eyes focused on the center console.
“Chris?” You asked. He looked up then, which is when you noticed his pink cheeks.
He shook his head. “I don’t want to answer this question, let's move on.” He said, turning to face forward again. You frowned and looked between Matt and Nick, who were staring at Chris confused.
“Why are you acting so weird—oh.” Nick said, the confusion on his face morphing into a sly smirk. “I see.” He said, looking at Matt. It took Matt a little longer to get there, but soon he was grinning and shoving Chris’ arm.
“Come on, Chris. Just say it.” He teased, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked between all of them.
“I have no idea what the fuck is happening, but alright.” You said, turning your attention to Chris. He shook his head and looked over at Matt.
“I’m not saying it, just move on.” He said, an amused smile on his lips.
“Why? Is it because she’s in the car?” Nick asked. Your face heated up immediately, your eyes meeting Chris’ shocked gaze. Matt smacked his hand over his mouth to cover up the laugh that nearly knocked him forward.
“Nick, cut that out.”
Nick’s laughter rang through the van as he fell backwards in his seat and shook his head, Chris’ embarrassed chuckle pushing past his lips as he looked at you one more time.
“You could have denied it!” Matt finally said, all four of you completely losing it and doubling over. You’d never laughed so hard in your life, and you were glad you agreed to do this.
Chris sat up and wiped at his eyes, the remnants of his laughter still showing on his face as he shook his head. “I could have denied it, but I’m not a liar.” He said, avoiding your eyes completely as he took a sip of his Pepsi. “So yeah, my celebrity crush is Y/n, sue me.”
Your mouth went dry, not expecting him to say it out loud so bluntly.
“Okay! Next question!” Nick said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You shook your head and smiled as you waited for his question. He dropped his phone in his lap, a mischievous smile on his face as he gestured to you. “Who’s your favorite triplet?”
You groaned and threw your head back, looking forward again to see all three pairs of eyes glued to you intently. You blinked and looked between them, shaking your head when seeing their goofy smiles.
“I plead the fifth, absolutely not.” You said, all of them laughing and shaking their heads.
“Oh, come on! Just say it!” Matt said, resting his head on his hand and widening his eyes at you.
“No feelings will be hurt, just tell us.” Nick said, your eyes meeting his as you shook your head.
“It’s me, guys. It’s official.” Chris said, your head whipping in his direction. Your face felt like it was on fire as the silence continued and he held your gaze. Nick was the first to lose it, grabbing your arm as he dropped forward and laughed uncontrollably.
“What is with you two?! Just deny it or something!” He said, Matt and Chris joining in and covering their faces with their hands. You sighed and shook your head.
“I’m not a liar, either. Let’s move on.” You said, picking up your phone and going through your notes app.
“Favorite song, not just by me, any song in general.” You said, the conversation changing immediately. When everyone was done filming, you said your goodbyes and stepped out of the car. You weren’t expecting them all to jump out of the car as well.
“Do you mind taking a picture with us for our photo dump? It’s totally cool if not.” Nick asked.
“Oh! For sure, could I get a picture for my Instagram too?” They nodded, and you took a few pictures, some were serious and others were ridiculous. You each exchanged numbers, sending over the pictures that were taken on each of your phones. When the pictures were done and the four of you were just laughing at all of the photos, you looked at each of them. “I had a lot of fun! Thank you for having me.” You said, pulling Nick into a hug.
“Oh, of course! You should come hang out with us sometime, whenever you’re free.” He said as he pulled away. You nodded and accepted the hug from Matt, biting the inside of your cheek as your eyes met Chris’ after you pulled away.
He hesitated but shrugged his shoulders and held out his arms. You chuckled and walked towards him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. Your heart was racing as you pulled away and smiled at him, hoping he didn’t notice the burning in your cheeks.
“Again, it was so nice to meet you. Text me if you ever want to make plans, okay?” You said, the three of them nodding and waving as you got into your car.
The drive back to your apartment was long, your exhaustion finally hitting you as you checked the dash and saw it was three in the morning. God, you were going to be exhausted at your meetings tomorrow. You finally pulled into the parking garage and got out of your car, locking the door as your phone vibrated in your pocket. It wasn’t until you laid in your bed and plugged in your phone that you checked the notification, your heart pounding as you read the text, a shocked laugh leaving your lips.
#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you
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matt and foggy in college: matt, a a good catholic boy who has not partaken in the decils lettuce, foggy, not a stoner by any means, but practiced, foggy gets matt high and he's a lightweight! hilarious! that is.... until matt gives in to his urge to kiss foggy right on the mouth and high sex is best sex for fumbling college students
i'm going to post this with whatever i can write with my laptop at 5% before it dies:
"What are you laughing at?" Foggy asks, ruffling Matt's hair and attempting to just live in this moment with Matt's face buried in his shoulder, one arm wrapped around Foggy so they're basically cuddling.
"I. . .don't actually know," Matt says, lifting his head to smile at him.
"You having fun, lightweight?" Foggy asks.
"Am I being stupid?" Matt asks.
"No," Foggy says, immediately. "You're being adorable."
"Adorable," Matt repeats, softly.
". . .or whatever word isn't a weird thing to say to your roommate," Foggy says, laughing nervously, starting to move and gasping when Matt clumsily moves so he's straddling his lap. His fingers clench on Foggy's shoulders and his face is pink and Foggy is also pretty high so his brain can't decide what's about to happen. Because Matt could be about to murder him. He's pretty annoying and he can't seem to stop hitting on him and this would be the perfect way to distract him before trying to strangle him and--
"I'm gonna do something stupid," Matt murmurs, determined, immediately taking Foggy's face in his hands instead and leaning down to kiss him.
"Holy shit," Foggy says.
"You want that, right?" Matt asks, eyes wide and pupils blown, outrageously pretty up close like this. "You keep telling me I'm hot and that's--I mean, I normally want to kiss people when I think they're hot. Does that make sense?"
". . .do you think I'm hot?" Foggy asks, before he can help himself.
"Foggy," Matt says, laughing again, waiting to catch his breath before he continues, "I think you're so hot."
"Jesus Christ, I should have peer pressured you into doing drugs with me ages ago," Foggy says, lifting up enough to tip Matt backwards so he falls onto his back with a soft oof. Foggy gets a flash of another loopy smile before Matt immediately reaches up to grab him and pull him down on top of him.
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CR3 EPISODE 59 RANT
Okay so I've finally watched episode 59 and... it was so good. utkarsh as a fresh player is such a good addition to the table, i ADORE the way he plays because it's the lack of experience of the player really making the lack of experience of bor'dor that much more delightful.
aimee is always a joy to see and im so thrilled she brought deni$e into the fray because that's such an hilarious gag character. reminds me of travis making chutney his PC and it actually becoming a very good character. (miss you already pock o'pea 💏).
AND EMILY!!!! im more into cr than d20 but i fucking loved a court of fey and flowers so much and emily was an absolute fucking gem in that, and she was an absolute genius in neverafter. i've seen clips of her brilliance but getting TWO crits back to back almost immediately was fucking crazy, matt I'm praying for you fr. love prism, she's so funky and cool, and so autism coded. (just like bor'dor)
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on to the three hellians we're following this go around. taliesin and marisha are trying to ruin my life, im absolutely fucking convinced. marisha already knows how to pull on those imogen heart strings, just like Laura. and taliesin plays ashton as completely wired and absolutely determined to not fall apart even though they lost their shit pretty fucking immediately after they teleported.
ashton saying they'll do whatever it takes to find their people again, fuck saving the world, was just absolute gold. ashton and laudna's motivations have never struck me as particularly martyr like so their single-minded focus on making sure the band is back together was so refreshing i love them so much, i can't wait for more rp moments between them.
LIAM O'BRIEN. YOU ARE INSANE SIR.
i need ashton and laudna to give orym ten thousand hugs and never let my little guy go holy shit he is at his wit's end. all those little moments of trauma flashbacks just running through his head was just *chefs kiss* thank you liam. i know orym said he doesn't have anyone but that pause... that pause was both heart breaking and also gives me room to hope that liam is cooking up a slow burn for the ages. (peep taliesin's face the entire time orym was talking to deni$e -- ashrym nation RISE UP)
i do really hope that orym and ashton have more moments together, especially considering the conversation they had on the skyship about orym not always being able to be "the good one". i hope orym reaches out, and hell, if not then i am BEGGING ashton to reach out cause i really think this group in particular has one of the most best subtle emotional connections for ashton and i just djsjdkdkdl I LOVE THEM AND I WANT MORE ANGST.
#critical role#cr3#bells hells#critical role campaign 3#ashton greymoore#orym of the air ashari#laudna#cr laudna#deni$e#prism cr#bordor dogson#bor'dor dog'son#ashton x orym#orym x ashton#imogen x laudna#laudnogen#imaudna#taliesin jaffe#marisha ray#liam o'brien#dimension 20#utkarsh ambudkar#aimee carrero#emily axford#cr3 ep59
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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 51
The ep title is The Apogee Solstice ... it's here, it's official, no more build up ...
Eight years of this shit and NOW Matt is starting to break down from sheer wear ... TBH we know how he feels.
Another truly awful and thoroughly annoying advert from Sam ... "Are these testimonials completely fabricated? YES!!!" Oof ... and Sam starts to break down too before the end, just like always. And Matt does a necessary disclaimer ... as he should after ANYTHING Sam says.
Oh my GODS Laura you sound SOOOO bad, sweety! Get you some hot lemon and honey pronto! Good thing Liam's here with a suspect Jester impression.
"So, last we left off ... Sam found a bunch oh hands ..." XD
Yes! Beau and Caleb are here! Zoinks!
Oh, so we're on the ship first ... okay ... and Sam is NOT ready ... Travis: "You've had a whole week to think zbout it." Meanwhile Fearne is busy just POLISHING ...
Ira is just getting strange on us and I don't like it at all ... FCG is being really smart trying to get s read on him right now ...WOW he's got seriously flowery in his dreams of vengeance ... FCG: "What's your five year plan?" Oh boy ...
Ira: "Friends complicated things." The Nightmare King's solution to worry ... hmmm ...
Laura doesn't want to get any messages right now. Laura: "Don't wear me out!" Yeah ... so Letters contacts Orym instead. Oh yeah, the aeormaton? Good point.
Fearne (to FCG): "I trust YOU. I don't trust the coin."
Yup. 2 free rerolls with the Potion of Possibility. Handy but only so much ... wait, is this like Harry drinking the Liquid Luck?
COME ON guys, Ira is TOTALLY gonna leave Xandis on the ship to die. This is so dumb ... oh yeah, I am TOTALLY with Xandis here, he CANNOT trust this creature ... 23 on an insight check and SAM gets a whisper? Marisha has to scramble for a plug ... no, it's just a really SHORT whisper then. Almost like a yes or no, you might say ...
Fearne: "What I need you to do is DESTROY." Ira: "Oh I will." Yeah ...
Xandis drinks the other Potion ... yup ...
A missing lens? Ooooooh ... now THAT is interesting ...
Ira: "That way! And don't get lost!" Fearne: "Oh, I wasn't aware that was a possibility."
Oh yeah, they are DEFINITELY gonna get lost in this shit ... 27? Oh that is a FUCKING NICE ROLL there Ashley! Yes!
Crap ... Chetney's not got another wolf-out available after this? Shit ... TAKE A LONG REST MAN!!! LONG REST!!!
Nuts ... trouble? Not good, not good ...
Ashton: "Chickpeas means punch someone? Okay."
Laudna's creepy mind hissing doesn't give her away? That's interesting.
Oh yeah, these two look both fancy and potentially messy ... hmmm ...
MORE new arrivals? Oh, it's FCG and Fearne ... phew! Letters, just chill! XD Fearne: "Who do we know that has a twang?" Oh my gods this is a hilarious mess ...
Orym: "Ira's a Fey sociopath!" FCG: "Well that's a bit judgy." Orym: "I'm not being judgy, he's a Fey sociopath!"
Oh, the other lens they fixed? Smart!
Trying to fix the aeormaton ... seriously, is this even gonna work? Does FCG have the first clue what to do here?
"Fucking pigeons in a sandstorm ... desert pigeons."
Whoa ... Holy FUCK is he actually gonna be zble to make this work? Crazy ... FCG: "I'll have to do surgery on myself!" Um ... what? Hooooo ... wow, nice ... FCG IS NOW A SUPERBOT!!! THAT IS AWESOME!!!
Orym: "This us what all that time with the wooden feet was for, Letters!" FCG: "I know, but this is different!"
Nice! Short rest achieved!
Somebody don't fit ... hmmm ... Fearne is willing to go outside? Might not be that smart ...
Ooof ... Travis ripping the piss about Beau and Caleb ... meanwhile Orym calling Caleb a "magic daddy"? This is getting SOOO meta right now ... XD
Sam: "Matthew, how do I see?" Travis: "You the the glasses off." LOL
Orym trying to hide in plain sight in this thing's hand is a really bad idea ...
Matt: "It's a bit of a clown car circumstance." No shit!
Imogen is a little girl leading round a big robot ... "Full Bioshock." Cute.
Ashton(to Imogen): "Ticking clock, one hour, and if you hear from us sooner, call in the Ashari."
FCG really likes being BIG all of a sudden. Fearne: "Do you feel like a big old daddy?" XD
Ooof ... heads on spikes? Yeah, that's not good at all ... oh, this is what's left of the Vasselheim crew? Yeah ... that's just charming. Laudna:imo "We're smarter than all of Vasselheim!"
Wow ... this thing sounds INTIMIDATING ... are they sure the skyship is even gonna make a DENT on this structure? I mean REALLY?
Sam's getting all kinds of esoteric with the latest piece of flask humour, clearly ...
Imogen messages Keyleth and fills her in on the plan ... okay, it's ramping up ...
Oh, this magic dispelling wave is gonna be a problem, ain't it? Fuuuuuck ... according to Pate it's like getting kicked in the nuts ... DOES he have nuts? According to former hamster owner Laura rodents have BIG nuts and I can't believe the direction this conversation has taken ...
Oh shit ... have they just been rumbled? RATANISH?!!! Shit ... oh, fake it that Orym's a prisoner? Risky ... okay, looks like that's worked. Phew ...
No. Do not piss in the robot, Chetney!
Lots of corpses ... yeah, do they still have their heads?
Ashley tries to give Guidance. Travis: "NO. MAGIC." Ah. Yeah ...
Gah! Stealth and deception checks! Eep! Is this about to go horribly wrong? Oh shit ... is Imogen about to gey found out? NATURAL 20?!!! WOOHOO!!! Imogen just bounces this fucker RIGHT out of her head. Oh that was SO COOL!!! Liam (clearly impressed): "I'm Batman!"
Shit shit shit shit shit ... it's Otohan! FUCK!!!
Oh, there's Ryn ... :(
Yeah, they are just SURROUNDED by enemies now, aren't they? Go SERIOUSLY careful here, guys!
Imogen's mum! There she is! Okay then ... whoa, she's like super Telekinetic ... hmmm ...
Yeah, Imogen is just trying to brazen her way right through here, ain't she? Maybe this could work ...
Planning, planning ...
Going down, then ... NOT the Otohan cavern then ... "the Notohan" even ... oof ...
Oh, nice! Imogen intimidation for the win! Cute.
Is this about to fall apart because of a squeaky hinge? Oh, NICE ROLL!!! Phew ...
Sending Pate on a scout ... QUIETLY!!!
Well now THAT could be a useful target at the right moment ... if in doubt, blow up anything that looks volatile.
So, bluff them out or just fight? Oof ... splitting the party again ... which of course makes me uneasy ...
Bluff? Really? Oh yeah, no, this is TOTALLY funny business.
Ah! ROLL INITIATIVE!!! Here we go then ... suppose it had to kick off SOMETIME ...
Must admit, that is a VERY sexy battle map.
Sneaky Orym grappling! Nice! Dragonborn is DOWN!!! Bait and Switch! Sweet moves as always, Wee Man!
Hypnotic Pattern? Oof ... shit, so Imogen and Chetney are good but Orym and Ashton are now FROZEN!!! Shit!
Aha! Turmoil! Go Chet! Angry little geriatric is DANGEROUS!!!
Oh that is some UNFAIR ganging up on the tiny werewolf!
HELP!!! Imogen calls for aid ... Psychic Whip? Sweet! Nice moves ... AND penalties? Always fun. Ho! And now the boys are BACK in the game again! Yes!
Pate and Laudna's turn! Pate: "Gonna Grasping Shock you!" XD Nice! ZAP!!!
Nuts, one round before reinforcements ...
NEIN!!! Nine damage ... and Orym HDYWTDTs the Dragonborn! Perfect.
Laura: "Don't jinx this shit!" So Ashton rages ... rainbow streaky madness ensues! POW!!! Fuck ... Full blown decapitation on the half-giant! Nice!
Oh yeah, Chetney just ends the fight through pure intimidation. Good job, people!
The Duskmaven? Interesting ...
Chetney: "Anything you can remember right now keeps your lower jaw attached to your head." Oof ...
Oh man ... SO CLOSE to stepping on a magical landmine!
"Basic bitch shit"? Yeah, I know Chetney hates metalwork, but still ...
I love how Ashley's just DETERMINED to offer up Guidance to EVERYBODY at the slightest opportunity. XD
Oh fuck ... Otohan is now coming STRAIGHT FOR THEIR CAVERN!!! Mayday! Mayday!
Shit, and NOW they're on their break? Damn your cliffhangers, Mercer!
Welcome back ... and a change in atmospherics? Oooh ...
Laudna's Spiderclimb is always fun. :) And everybody's hiding ... random D20 rolls? Oh, for Beau and Caleb? Eep ...
BOOM!!! Bye bye magical blockers! Nice one!
Psychic Lance! Sweet move, Imogen! But Otohan shrugs off the worst of it ... crap ... still hurts, but not SERIOUSLY. Damn it!
Whoa ... she's just RUNNING?!!! Now FCG plays dumb and just AMBUSHES her with a rock! Nice! Oh, a miss? BALLS!!!
Call in the ship! Cut the cords! DO STUFF!!!
FCG (to Ira): "It's time!" Travis (chuckling): "Project Chicken Little."
Okay ... just HALF the damage from a BIG explosion, then ... phew, I guess?
So ... this is SORT OF working, right?
Oh, okay ... so this is the big showdown then, right? Okay then ...
Yup, clearly Caleb done gone fucked THAT shit up ...
FCG is right in the middle of this shit now ... what to do? Oh ... REALLY? He's just gonna go and PICK RYN UP?!!!
Oh gods ... FUCK!!! FUCK!!! Did FCG just DESTROY Ryn? Shit ... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Oh fuck this is so bad ...
Uh-oh ... it's never good when Matt does a lot of rolling ... Matt: "Ooh ... you're so fucking lucky." Oh ... wait ... the aeormaton is now DEAD!!! FCG is still good but he is now BLIND AND TRAPPED!!!
Ooh, sucker punch? Ashton, that was just MEAN!!!
Oops, company's coming ... Laudna: "Act frantic, it's fucked!"
BLUFF!!! "It's ... been compromised!" I can't believe that actually WORKS!!!
Otohan: "Gather at the Key!" Okay ... that's ominous ...
Another D20 double roll? Oof ...
Fuck ... Caleb! What? Do something! Help him!
Oh shit ... and now here comes Beau ... and they're EXPECTED?!!! Shit ... oh man, this is getting SO BAD!!!
Ryn's okay ... oh shit ... SHE'S MISSING HER FUCKING ARM!!! Aaaaahhh!
DODECAHEDRON?!!! Seriously? GAH!!! And now hoursxflash by in SECONDS!!!
Fuck! Ruidus is on the rise! Shit!
Another battle map! Sam: "Oh ... Matthew, this is BRUTAL!!!"
Oh man, that is EPIC SHIT!!! Incredible work! At the worst possible time, though!
Sam: "Can I try to jump-start myself?" Oh! Yes! Try that! It fails ... BALLS!!!
BOOM!!! The Silver Sun hits! And does ZERO DAMAGE?!!! FUCK!!! That's a total damp squib!
Well, at least Ira kept his word regarding saving Xandis ...
Fearne trying to melt Beau's chain bonds ... hmmm ... this could go SO spectacularly wrong ...
Ah yes, the classic mad bastard supervillain justification monologue from Ludinus ...
Hooooo ... Imogen that was SWEET!!! Caleb is now free ...
Yeah, Big Bad really is just YAPPING AWAY right now ... meanwhile Orym continues to be a stealthy badass. Help Letters, man!
Whoa ... Bull's Strength? That's pretty cool ... and yet Sam rolls SHITE ... balls. FCG remains stuck.
MAXIMUM TEAM EFFORT!!! Yes! It worked! FCG is finally free!
Imogen tries to appeal to her mother's conscience ... oh shit, this could backfire SO BADLY!!! Come on ... PLEASE let this go like ROTJ! Give Liliana her Vader redemption!
Wow ... Chetney's just off here being the world's tiniest King Kong ... and the worst, apparently. Yeah, that didn't do SHIT.
No! Leave FCG alone, you evil prick!
Oh shit! Here come the Ashari! Here we go!
Shit ... this is all about to go full fucking SOUTH, ain't it?
Come on Imogen, snap your mum out of this funk! You can do it!
Liliana ... wait ... dud she just BANISH the Nightmare King? Seriously?
Whoa ... Holy shit ... Imogen and Fearne ... what the hell is going on? The Ruidusborn connection ... oh, this can't be good!
Light that fuse and RUN!!!
BOOM!!! Perfect timing, mid speech and everything!
Holy fuck ... everybody's getting healed? Nice!
Fucking Otohan ... AND her bloody doubles! I hate her!
ROLL INITIATIVE!!! AGAIN!!!
Matt! Stop rolling PLEASE!!! You cannot murder Keyleth! NOOOOOO!!!
Oh my fucking gods this is BRUTAL!!! And all we can do is just SIT HERE and watch! This is PAINFUL!!! Stop with the fucking Action Surges!
WHAT?!!! Vax to the rescue? REALLY?!!! OH FUCK THAT IS AWESOME!!! RIGHTEOUS!!! RIGHTEOUS!!!
The whole table is going insane and I am totally with them all!
FCG tries to come to the rescue! And he can do SHIT right now! And yeah ... shit, he doesn't know who Caleb actually IS!!! Do it anyway, Sam! FUCK!!! Shit roll, BALLS!!!
Orym goes straight for Otohan's backpack ... and rolls BEAUTIFULLY!!! AND an Action Surge! Tanked that one ... but still, that was SO GOOD all the same!
All down go the roll on the Goading attack ... 1? SHIT!!! At least she has disadvantage now ...
Fearne tries to trash the pack too ... come on girl ... FUCK!!! All right, Mister, it's your turn ... come on monkey man! 17? BALLS!!!
Come on Liliana, just SNAP OUT OF IT!!! Vader redemption!
Chetney wolf attack on Ludinus? DO IT, Chet! Come on Travis, roll good! SHIELD? Oh you evil fucker! Fuck! AND a natural 1? FUCK!!! And now Chetney is IMPALED ON THE KEY!!!
Imogen has a perfect shot on the backpack ... FUCK!!! Witchbolt misses! And now she's given away her position! Crap! Get through to you mother, Imogen! You can do it!
Liliana: "This is for the best." FUCK!!!
What? Keyleth was just BAIT?!!! Vax is now just a compressed sphere of black energy and it's all going to shit!
ALL the Ruidusborn are now being activated at once! Shit! Whoa ... the lighting on the studio's gone full on red! Crazy! That's it! Ludinus has won! NOOOOOOOO!!!
Seriously, what just happened?
Wait ... Laudna? On her own? I don't get it ... oh, Ashton! He's there too ... what the hell ... Orym? Okay ...
No Pate? That can't be a good sign ...
So it's just the three of them? Ruidus in the sky, and a red beam ... ummmm ...
FCG? Okay ... phew? White powdery dunes? Hmmm ... no moons? He has NO IDEA where he is ... oh! Fearne's there too! Good! And Chetney can hear them calling out, they're back together at least ...
Okay, so ... two separated groups and NO SIGN OF IMOGEN ...
Uthodurn? What the hell?
Matt: "And that's where we're gonna call it a night." WHAT?!!! WHAAAAATT?!!! SERIOUSLY!!!
The party are split, and HALF of them are ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING PLANET?!!! AND there's no sign of Imogen? Oh my gods this is so bad! This can't be the cliffhanger! Matt Mercer this is TOO CRUEL!!! We can't wait a whole week yo resolve this mess!
AAAAAAAAAARRRGHHH!!!
#critical role#crit role spoilers#campaign 3 spoilers#campaign 3 episode 51#matt mercer#marisha ray#laudna#travis willingham#chetney pock o'pea#laura bailey#imogen temult#liam o'brien#orym of the air ashari#ashely johnson#fearne calloway#taliesin jaffe#ashton greymoore#sam riegel#fresh cut grass
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hey!! ive been following trt for a while now but just barley worked up the courage to send you an ask! I was just wondering, what's it like having so many people read and be invested in trt? Personally, i've seen a lot of people on tumblr and tik tok (sometimes even twitter) talking about your fic. I think it's so cool that it's gained this much traction. Is it something you think about a lot? Or does it not even feel real?
I love trt and i reread it religiously. Thank you sm for sharing it with us!!! 💕💕💕
Heya friend! I'm so happy you came to say hi, and I'm so so happy you love TRT! You're very very welcome, I'm just grateful people enjoy it so I'm happy to share! 😭
And to answer the question, it's really strange and really DOESN'T feel real tbh. When I started I figured maybe a few people would read it, since it wasn't a huge ship (around 300 or 400 fics on AO3 iirc). I was even advised by other fic writers, 'no one will read that kind of fic, so don't bother' hilarious in hindsight. On previous fics in other fandoms, even much larger ones, I'd get a couple thousand hits, maybe a couple hundred kudos outside one or two fics that did a little better, so that was like my best-case scenario - but my guess was it would be closer to a couple hundred hits, maybe some a little over 100 kudos if I wrote it long enough. I didn't even bother with a tumblr for it at first cause I figured there'd be zero people interested enough in it to talk to. I just kinda... figured I'd put my heart into it anyway because I loved Matt and the Daredevil world, and wanted to tell this sort of story after my friend challenged me to try writing a 2nd POV fic and I got the idea for TRT.
And now TRT is this - like you said, it's people mentioning it on tumblr and tiktok (and apparently twitter too which I did NOT know, holy shit). There's fanart and more kudos and hits than I ever expected. Someone got a tattoo! People are printing it for their shelves! And I still have exactly zero idea how it all worked out the way it did. The investment is wild, and even if I'm still baffled because how??? I'm also so, so ridiculously happy because I love Matt and Jane and Team Nelson and Murdock and Ciro and the thread world. I've come to love this story so much, and its journey, and all the readers, and so having that love reciprocated and shared just fills every last inch of my writer soul with joy. <3 So I definitely think about it a lot, even if it feels like I'm dreaming.
#ask response#the red thread#I had SO many people tell me not to bother writing TRT#and i'm glad now I did obviously#but my bar was really low#i figured small ship and uncommon style and they said no one will read it so that's what i expected pretty much#and then not only did the *opposite* happen#but like#SO far BEYOND the opposite#i never thought anyone would love my work enough to do fanart or follow me or do requests or do tiktok vids or ANYTHING#so i feel like i'm wandering around in this permanent state of surrealness because the Thing I Made is making people this happy
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Gravity Falls Rewatch: Post-Canon: Between the Pines
I thought Time Baby was dead? Did they come back?
Awww I missed the original theme song instead of the fucked up Bill one
Love how Alex is conveying this information: pretending to be trapped by Time Baby awesome
THE PRISM IN CARPET DIEM WAS MEANT TO INDICATE THAT THE ROOM BELONGED TO THE AUTHOR?!?!?!?
Alex won’t reveal Dipper’s first name lmao
Yo has anyone else figured out Dipper and Mabel’s name similarity?
“When Mabel isn’t on-screen she’s knitting the next week’s sweater” okay that makes a lot of sense
“Pay attention to how Stan talks about family” okay if I rewatch the series again I’ll try to remember that
Soos’ sayings are based off a GF crew member who says weird slang
Soos is based off a guy who Alex went to college with!
“Everyone poured the coolest person they knew into a pot and Wendy was born” true that fr
Deputy Durland is named after a real guy!
“Toby is days away from giving up on everything” lmao
“Preston runs a mudflap factory and his wife was Ms. Mudflap ‘85” why is that so unexpected but also so not surprising
“Gideon originally may have had a conjoined twin hidden by his hair” oh my god I don’t know if that would be hilarious or horrifying
Okay so Bill was inspired by the triangle eye on the $1 bill and was even named “Bill” after the bill, I didn’t figure out the name part until now but the inspiration makes sense
“Bill was originally green” okay that sounds cool and weird
There was a secret government surveillance device in the floorboards in Sock Opera?!?!
“Mabel’s sunset sweater in Dreamscaperers symbolizes the shift from a brighter story to a darker story” ALEX HIRSCH HOLY SHIT YOU GENIUS
“Dreamscaperers originally had Bill going into everyone’s dreams and Mabeland was inspired by those ideas” I kinda want to see that plot and what would happen with that
Wow did Alex do that Duchess Approves intro from memory?!? And off the cuff?!?!
I’m actually so so so glad that Alex put those codes in GF because that’s kinda what got me into the show when I was 10
“Fans are smarter than I am so we upped the ante for season 2” I love how they adapted to make it more of a challenge for fans
Holy shit there are so many codes and secret messages in this show that I didn’t notice I kinda love that
“Our most elaborate code was cracked 10 minutes after the episode came out” yeah that’s the GF fandom for you
THE END-OF-EPISODE FLASHES IN SEASON 2 WERE LEADING UP TO THE FORD REVEAL?!?!?!?
Holy fucking shit I didn’t notice that Stan has a bandage on his hand for several episodes after it gets banged by a pipe in “Society of the Blind Eye” AND it was a way to say “we haven’t forgotten about the mysterious portal”
“Something will change and stay changed for the rest of the show” yup that’s the godlike continuity of this show
“Each audience member gets to BE Dipper and have a mystery to solve” YES that’s the charm!!
“Mabel wears a key sweater in ‘Not What He Seems’ to say that she’s the key to opening the portal” yooooooo okay Mabel’s sweaters have more meaning than I thought apparently
Holy shit there’s just so many secrets explained that just make so much sense
Ariel Hirsch voiced a girl in the Sev’ral Timez episode?!?!?!?!?????
“This show is us making fun of each other” lol I love that
Whoa Matt Chapman is an unsung side star of this show apparently
“Jeff Rowe is the most attractive of our writers” didn’t expect that but okay go off I guess
“all the writers have a secret personality trait that sneaks into the show” yo that’s beautiful dawg I love that
Stan’s singing what he’s doing is inspired by something Alex does apparently lmao
“Chanting happens a lot in the writers room” lol that’s not surprising
I never realized how much chanting is in this show lmao
“The crew likes to make fun of me” lol I love how apparently the entire GF crew had fun with this show and with each other
“GF isn’t about codes and Easter eggs but characters” yeah I didn’t fully realize that when I was a kid and that’s why I’m glad I rewatched the show
I LOVE that montage at the end showing all the coolest Gravity Falls moments
This special was fucking awesome!!! I learned so much!!! I would highly recommend watching it if you haven’t seen it already
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Prank (Daredevil fic)
Foggy had a problem.
Sam from down the hall had done The Prank. You know the one, the one where you take all your furniture and move it an inch to the left.
This was a beautiful prank, a delightful prank, a well nigh perfect prank. The perfect balance of hilarious and harmless and chaos causing. Foggy had been instilled with the burning need to play this prank.
The problem was that Foggy’s roommate was blind.
Confusing the hell out of a sighted person by moving everything ever so slightly so that it throws all their muscle memory against them while they can’t tell exactly what’s wrong? Wholesome, entirely without malice, funny as hell. Making a blind person trip over shit in their own home? Not Funny. Not funny at all. The dick move to top all dick moves.
The prank probably wouldn’t even work on Matt anyways. The guy was, like, freakishly hyper aware of his surroundings. He’d probably enter their room, stub his toe once, and then turn to Foggy with the most disgusted and disappointed look on his face (because, again, dick move) and say “You moved all the furniture an inch to the left, didn’t you?”
But then Foggy realized. He just needed to think bigger.
Matt stopped dead the instant he opened the door. Foggy didn’t know how he knew something was up already. Maybe he could feel that the airflow was wrong or something, or maybe he could somehow sense that Foggy was just about vibrating out of his skin in anticipation. (But then he’d been doing that for about the past hour, and Matt had been giving him what the fuck looks for it.)
Matt tentatively stuck his cane into the room and sweeped it in a wide arc. He looked as though their dorm room door had unexpectedly opened up onto a portal to an alternate dimension. Matt followed his cane through the door and walked cautiously to the exact center of the room where he turned around in a slow circle. Foggy had never seen the guy look so confused in his life. It was a thing of beauty.
“Foggy,” Matt said, sounding utterly bewildered, “Is this the right room?”
Foggy did not break his composure. He was very proud of this fact.
“Hmmmmm,” Foggy said. He leaned dramatically around the door to make a big show of reading the room number. Matt couldn’t see it, of course, but it made the hmm more demonstrative, the way voice actors would act out their lines in the recording studio, “Looks like it.”
“Fogs,” Matt said, sounding much more confident now in the concrete nature of reality and his perception thereof, “Where the fuck is all our shit.”
“The dorm fairies must have taken it,” Foggy mourned, “I thought a gift of milk and honey would suffice, but I should have known they require the blood of innocents. Let’s check across the hall.”
Matt heaved the most unamused and long suffering of sighs, but joke’s on him, because Foggy could see his face, and he was totally smiling.
“Honestly, I’m kind of impressed that you managed all this in like the two hours I was in seminar,” Matt said, poking at his bed with his stick, “This is because Sam moved all the furniture in his dorm an inch to the left, isn’t it.”
“What, really?” Foggy said, “How rude of him!”
Matt smirked, “They’ve both been tripping over all their shit for almost a week now, and Jared still hasn’t figured it out.”
“Holy shit, still?” Foggy said, “Matt, how is it that you always know everything?”
Matt grinned, “My powers of observation are nearly omnipotent,” he said.
“Mhm, but only nearly,” Foggy said, he really was prouder than he probably should have been of pulling one over Matt. Matt was eerily knowledgeable of all things that happened even remotely in his vicinity, successful implementation of the prank had taken the lightning fast seizing of an opportunity and Herculean feats of organization. Foggy surveyed his accomplishment, then groaned, “Ugh, now we’re going to have to put everything back.”
“We?” Matt asked, raising an eyebrow over his glasses, “We, Fogmorton Nelson? There is no “we” here, Foggy. This was your dumbass idea, and so you will call up your accomplices and you’d better put everything back exactly where you found it. I will go study in the library until our room is habitable again.”
“Sure, sure, ah the inevitable consequences of my actions,” Foggy said.
“Mhm, and speaking of inevitable consequences,” Matt said, a terrifying look of unrepentant glee on his face, “Watch your back, cause I’ll be coming for it.”
Foggy grinned back. Let the prank wars commence!
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i know engaging with a south park fan is pointless because you're undoubtedly going to be a right-wing reactionary but what issue do you have with radical feminism?
Oh Jesus Christ okay!!
First off, people are saying I’m a “South Park Stan” when clearly in my pinned message, I have explained I have a hyper fixation with the show, however my relationship with it is complicated. I dont like Matt and Trey. The show has weird shitty messages at times that I don’t support. I’m obsessed with the characters. I’m obsessed with the way the fandom creates a whole new world about these weird campy paper cutouts. The fandom on tumblr is hilariously queer, something that would probably have these ‘right wing reactionary’s you speak of trembling in their boots. And I love it.
I’m queer. Non-binary. I don’t know what the fuck my sexuality is, but I know I like girls. I’m very left wing, and I hate shitty right-wingers. I’m their enemy.
I find radfems to be terrifying honestly. While I think feminism and womens movement to be fantastic, and holy shit is it needed…
I hate most radical feminism for it’s exclusion of trans people. I love trans people. I’ll say it again, I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE!! Gender is a social construct, and to let go of the restraints of gender is so, so freeing. I think people should be allowed to identify as whatever they want and be supported for it. At the end of the day, gender was made up by society, what we are described as, what we like, what we wear, is all just made up by society. So fuck it, go crazy and fight back, identify as whatever your heart desires. It’s freeing, it’s queer, it’s campy and it’s fun. People should always be allowed to express themself however they want.
Terfs, trans-exclusionary radical feminists are becoming increasingly popular. People like JK Rowling hasn’t helped. I think its so important for women and by extension, everyone to express love for themselves and their bodies and be allies for one another. But again, not at the cost of now allowing trans people to do the same. Jk Rowling is a radical feminist, and most radfems I see are gender-critical.
Im just going to use Wikipedia here:
Feminists who describe themselves as "gender-critical" say that biological sex is "real, important, and immutable" and is "not to be conflated with gender identity", and that feminism should organize with emphasis on the basis of sex rather than gender.
This is what the majority of radfems believe in. Kronkk, who I criticised, after a quick scroll of the word trans on their blog, I have found that yes, they too are very gender critical. Radfems like this contribute to the oppression of trans people. Your sex characteristics don’t equal your gender. As said before, gender is made up by society, it’s a way to express, and society has often made it a way to oppress. Intersex people exist. Cis females who don’t want to fit into the box of ‘pretty pink dresses’ exist. Trans men exist, who don’t feel like they want to be female at all. Trans women exist!! Non-binary people who don’t want to be either exist. Fuck it, shout out to people who use neo pronouns, who have decided all this gender bullshit is stupid and just want to be referred to as stuff like ‘cat/it’ fucking slay.
Again, I love the lgbtq+ community. But we can’t be a community without the T, just as we wouldnt be our community without the L’s and G’s. We need to support one another, not tear one another down. Our community will always be oppressed by the same people. Fucking hell, a member of my queer club at my school was stabbed in the street last year for ‘looking too queer’. We have enough shit coming from people who aren’t in our community. It’s awful to have allies and members of our own community have these shitty bigoted views as well. Out community wouldn’t be where it is without trans people. Trans people have been around from the beginning of time, look it up. I’m begging our allies, and queer siblings to stand up for us.
Anyway. This became a bit of a love letter to trans people by me. But I hope you understand where I’m coming from. I love our community, and we don’t need anymore hate for it. Have a nice day <3
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Eleven things I noted about CR2E76 “Refjorged” (amazing title !!) (no Talks Machina about it) :
The thousand yard stare that Mica has during Sam's ad... Yeah, same, girl, same.
Marisha looks extra beautiful tonight, with her hair braided that way on the side
The Mighty Nein remembers the last time they robbed a rich noble house, and Jester ads that Beau was almost killed by an evil rug. Reani : "Okay, no carpets for Beau." Beau, a disaster lesbian, who cannot resist doing a lesbian joke : "... Well... I mean..." Oh yeah that deserved a fist bump.
Caleb, pretending to be Beau's assistant to the weird scholar : "She's like the big moon and I am the small moon behind the the big moon." LIAM HOW DARE YOU (I love seeing campaign 2 after campaign 3 so much !!)
I love Marisha and Travis together and every conversation between Beau and Fjord, but this one was one for the ages : Beau offers Fjord athletics lessons and following her morning routine, Fjord says he doesn't know because he tried one push-up once and it hurt his body for two days. Beau : "That's like... every day of my life !" Fjord : "Oh, really? God, you don't show it." Beau : "...The pain kind of turns me on just a little bit. Don't tell anybody that." Fjord, bewildered and blushing : "... ok..." Beau : "I hope that doesn't dissuade you to come work out with me ?" Fjord, very quickly, and obviously lying : "No. Not. At. All."
Nott and Jester, they are not the Not(t) the Best Detective Agency anymore ! They are STONE-COLD KILLERS OF GUARDS holy shit that was awesome. I love heists because of shit like this when something goes hilariously wrong
Caleb detects a trap with strong necromantic vibes inside the armoire that is basically the Narnia armoire since a secret chamber is hidden by it. Caleb, very ominously : "That's a bad...armoire..." (the cast peals away in laughter)
Seeing Marisha search through her extensive notes because she knows she heard "Jagentoths" somewhere, seeing Matt so proud of his wife for taking extensive notes and remembering the stuff... so cool. Also thanks Sam who doesn't remember much but also takes notes and can search through them efficiently !
Fjord's alliance (there's no other word... this is a biblical alliance) with the Wildmother is... the music was so etheral and pure... the words of comfort... this was so beautiful I cried.
Ohhh Beau and Reani yesss !!! Jester is right, Beau gets so much action.
Oh, I love Mica Burton so much <3
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ALRIGHT LOVE IS BLIND REACTIONS AGAIN
idk i did these last season and got a lot of notes from it so. Time for a single lesbian to judge a bunch of random straight people!!
S3 Ep2
I did episode one but then tumblr crashed and i lost it all and no way in hell am I re-typing all of that. Just know that I already dislike Cole and am feeling antsy with uhhh whatever his name is. The dude in the first couple. Ok anyways onto the reactions ig.
BRENNON. His name is Brennon. Idk I feel like he's gonna react badly to Alexa (probably cause i'm plus size as well and have that same fear LMAO)
MAN'S WHISPERED "Yes!" under his breath when he saw her, nvm.
Awww ok they're kinda cute. They're like the awkward couple, but they're awkward together. Love that.
HES JUST STARING AT HER AS SHES SPEAKING OK NVM ALL DOUBTS ARE GONE. Why can't I find me a girl like that. This show is so rude.
oh yeah this girl got rejected twice in the same day. Ouch. I mean, I understand their sides cause why would you marry someone when they can't decide what they want? Like this show is literally speed dating x10000000. But also I understand her want to find someone to love her, I just don't think it would be on this show of all things.
YO THIS DUDE GOT MARRIED AT 18 FOR 8 YEARS? AND THEY BROKE UP? FUCKING OUCH. Holy shit. Give this man a massive ass hug.
Ok, she's literally just gonna go to her third choice? This feels like another Jess situation ngl. This shit happens every season omg.
(yet i eat it up everytime)
Yo, Nancy is so fucking beautiful, man. Like holy shit.
Andrew gives me douche vibes. Just the way he holds himself. Dude has barely talked yet and i'm like "nope. ew" he's literally bragging about traveling and cars and shit dude.
Nvm, man's just dropped some really deep shit. Wtf. Where tf did that come from? the casual sip afterwards
I know she did not just basically call this man humble.
Bartise is giving me bad vibes. Like he hasn't necessarily done anything that bad yet, but he just feels off. Idk.
Raven is so gorgeous too. Weren't these the two that randomly started working out on the first date? I forget. oh wait she said she was insecure about something, i missed it.
Honestly, I think the Bartise feeling i have is just his voice. I just really don't like his voice LOL
She's just pacing around in a circle, and she keeps looking directly into the camera and it's fuckin hilarious omg. Girl is just doing hip thrusts as he tells a story.. Dude this girl.. LMAO He's opening up and she's just doin jumping jacks.
LMFAO HE HEARD HER WORKING OUT, THATS GREAT. Aww i kinda feel bad for him now.
SK's voice on the other hand, is so smooth. I could listen to this man read me audio books bro. YOO HIS PARENTS ARE POLY?? Omg this man is an absolute sweetheart. I like SK way more LOL. He's so nice about everything.
HOLY SHIT WAIT COLE
HE LOOKS LIKE AMBER AND BARNETTS KID
I KID YOU NOT
He annoys me so fucking much tho omg. I feel like he's trying to be quirky hyper, but he's just annoying hyper.
Zanab is great as well. They're all so nice this season and then the dudes are shit. Except for SK and- why tf is he crying? is he fake crying or just? cause both are incredibly weird. He's fake crying... wtf. Anyways. Except for SK and Brennon.
THEY DATED FOR A FEW MONTHS, GOT MARRIED, AND SHE LEFT HIM IN A FEW MONTHS AFTER THAT? Girl nah, that's a red flag in itself. There's a reason that girl left.
dude just casually asked her to be his girlfriend. He's like the fucking couch steve impersonator from last season that dated natalie.
Colleen and Matt. Forgot about him. Why do so many men have southern accents here? I think it's like two actually. Oh wtf, I blanked out and now he's talking about getting cheated on. Ok, but that situation actually does suck ass.
LMAO RAVEN JUST STOPPED AND STARED AT IT. Can she say no, man? Like, if he's about to propose let's just say no. SHES JUST EATING CHIPS WHILE HES ABOUT TO PROPOSE. Honestly, I don't feel sorry for him ngl. He sounds like a prick rn. LMFAO HER FACE OMG THATS AMAZING.
"I go out there looking for girls that make me feel better" absolutely not.
LMAO THIS GIRL. SHES AMAZING. Raven has been picked as my favorite this season. Absolutely love her. Queen.
I KNOWWW HES NOT TALKING SHIT ABOUT RAVEN. LMAOOOO he calls raven obviously very attractive and SK is like "She's very smart! 😁" he's adorable.
Bro Nancy is just picking the douchebags. Like Andrew needs to be humbled, and Bartise needs someone to smack sense into him.
Nancy is so cute, girl I need you to run. Rip those heels off and full on quarterback run outta there.
Wtf is this? Silent disco? That's not random at all. Literally where tf did that come from.
"I wouldn't want it any other way, I want love in your way" this man..
Cole is a literal child omg
i can't believe she said yes. Well i mean i understand it, but me, personally. Absolutely not.
Matt, that "me too" was not convincing at all
AWWW YEAH SK IS PROPOSING
Her pacing around the room is such a mood
SHE DID NOT JUST SAY "YES SIR" LMAOOO
"Husband material" girl.... be honest...
"i couldn't see myself being with zanab" yeah cause you got rejected by your number one. Rightfully so.
ok i did not need to hear her moan
"has bigger boobs than i expected" bruhhhh
ok that's enough kissing... ok...
i feel like nancy's gonna pick baurtise and it makes me anxious
I don't think Andrew's amazing, but he's better than baurtise.
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1 million
The first album sells. They don’t care much for that part — well, besides how nice it is having a fuller pantry and topped-off tanks of gas.
No, what they care about is when the website hits one million album downloads.
It’s a cool gimmick, Benji had said petulantly. And, obviously…y’know. Punk. But I do like paying bills.
We will, Lark had responded, hands gripping his shoulders, pay so many bills for the rest of our lives, dude. We will totally pay.
And of course Benji had rolled his eyes: Mate I get your message, okay? Delivery’s piss-poor thought.
But Lark was right. Now, red-faced from celebratory jumping and yelling into one another’s faces, they clutch and shake each other.
“One million.”
Lark’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes bright. “One fucking million, Benji? One million.” He laughs wildly. “Fuck it, two million. Three.”
“A hundred million.” Benji gets shaken again, his friend’s fists tight in his jacket.
“You know what? One hundred bazillion.”
Benji laughs too, without his usual reservation. It’s a bit wild, loudly unhinged at the end with a waver that Lark only hears when they’re really, really blasted.
“I got you something,” he says suddenly. Lark’s eyebrows knit tight.
“Okay, well no. I didn’t get you anything so I don’t want it.” Benji slips a tissue-wrapped box from his pocket and holds it out. He’s not looking at Lark directly, but in the center of his chest. He tucks hair behind his ear jerkily, chin tilted.
“Benji, if this is a goddamn ring or something —” Lark warns, kind of just to see how Benji reacts. Hilariously, is the answer: he flushes in the way he thinks is more invisible than it is, face twisting into a defensive, shy scowl.
“Oh, don’t make me fuckin’ kick off,” Benji warns back, shoving at Lark’s shoulder while he snickers.
“It would make sense for taxes. For citizenship —”
“Fuck’s sake, you know that saying about ball and chain?” Benji huffs. Lark nods. “I’d drag us both into a lake.”
Lark takes the box with another chuckle, head tossed back as he meanders over to the shit couch — that they can replace with a new one — and falls into it. Benji follows, perching himself with one foot off the ground, hands nervously stuffed in his pockets.
“Morbid,” Lark intones, spookily but affectionate. “That is so morbid, man.”
Benji watches as he plucks the wrapping paper off. Lark’s a careful sort of gift opener, and seeing him tuck a finger, careful and delicate, beneath a taped edge makes Benji sad.
You weren’t expecting a gift. You didn’t grow up expecting them. You grew up expecting bad shit, just because. Got the shit end of the stick for what? I’m gonna throw you so many fucking parties, Lark. I’m gonna throw you a birthday party every fucking year of your life ’til we both croak. And one day I’m gonna convince you to tear into the wrapping paper, because you deserve that.
Lark had been partly correct — it’s a jewelry box. Not anything fancy. Just red canvas stretched over cardboard. He cracks it open and his mouth drops. Benji has to look away.
The case is a sleek black rectangle with beveled edges. There are no dial decoration or hour markers or minute track: just two thin, dainty silver hands set on matte black. They flit hypnotizing in a circle comfortingly slow, ticking seconds that pass under the boys’ dual stare.
“Holy shit, Benj.”
“It’s a vintage Sekio. Not that — I mean, it looks more expensive than it is, trust me.” Benji says quickly, immediately winces. Fucking daft thing to say. “I had — I know a guy, it was in such shit shape when I got it off eBay, he fixed it up nice. You would not believe how —”
Lark slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Holy shit.”
“M’dah got —” He licks his lips when Lark’s hand comes away. “Thanks. Anyway, remember when my dad got…like when he made me finish school, yeah? Before we could start doin’ this.”
Lark nods, unblinking eyes turned up at him.
“He got me that watch. Cheap one, not that I’m ungrateful, but he went and had this thirty-pound thing engraved. Little thumbs up emoji, right, because every letter cost more.” Benji laughs at the memory. “Thought that was sweet.”
“Sweet. I’m going to kill you if there’s something on the back of this.” Lark announces, lifting the leather band and turning the watch. “Oh, go fuck yourself.”
1M :) is etched into the center back, angled edges catching light from the bulb hanging from the ceiling.
“Thought I’d get extravagant with four letters, y’know. ‘Cuz we’re famous or whatever.” Benji jokes. His voice is a little tight to even his own ears. “And you can’t even slander me with it. Y’show people that, they’re gonna assume you’re some kind of pretentious corporate dickhead who celebrates his first million dollars.” He grins. “Get fucked.”
“I’m putting it on and then punching you in the face.”
Benji watches him struggle with it, eyes blurry with tears and sniffling. He drops onto the couch next to his friend, his bandmate, this special and unequivocal fucking force in his life. The watch goes on much easier with help, and when it’s fixed in place Benji taps it with a finger.
“There.” He lifts the sleeve of his jacket to knock the wrist brandishing his own shitty watch against Lark’s. “One million.”
Suddenly, Lark’s fists tightens in his jacket again. He brushes the fabric aside to take Benji’s shirt instead, clutched hard. Benji blinks at him. Lark’s dark are wide and wet as they circle his face. He shakes Benji again, scoffing in disbelief.
“Dude, you’re just… you are such an asshole.” Lark sniffles. Benji’s hand comes up to pat his mess of smooth black hair away from his cheek, where it sticks on a few tears. “Jesus. One million. Okay, listen, I don’t know how I’m supposed to — I’m just gonna kiss you, and if it’s weird, it’s weird. Yeah?”
“Why not,” Benji laughs, and then he’ being dragged forward. “Not the weirdest thing we’ve done.”
And for a second, it’s not the weirdest thing they’ve done.
It’s just a close-mouthed press of lips. Maybe the excitement of the moment, the lingering shred of adrenaline, or the full-chest gratitude makes it more. Lark opens his mouth and then Benji tilts his head. Then it’s a kiss kiss, like a frantic one with a stranger at a club. Lark tips forward until Benji falls back, his head knocking against the torn armrest.
Their hands rest briefly on each others’ shoulders, but it’s exactly that — brief. Because Benji thinks oh, those are Lark’s hands at the same exact moment Lark thinks oh, those are Benji’s hands.
In tandem, they both scowl into the kiss and jerk away.
Lark rolls completely off him, falling ungracefully to the floor as he wipes his mouth. They both stare up at the ceiling for a moment.
“Ew. Weird.”
Lark hums in uncomfortable agreement, tapping his fingers on his stomach. “Really weird, actually. Never again.”
“Thank-you note’ll do for the future, mate,” Benji deadpans after another stretch of silence.
“Fuck off and die,” Lark snorts, sitting up to punch him in the arm hard. “You use too much tongue.”
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Traveler: When you said you can do 'magic in bed', this isn't exactly what I was ex-
Damon, holding up the 8 of hearts: Is this your card?
Traveler, softly: Holy shit.
Original post from here by @incorrect-andromeda-6
#a6#andromeda six#andromeda six fandub#damon reznor#nico peg'asi#mod silver#incorrect quote#honestly one of my favorite quotes we've voiced lmao#just the way matt says holy shit is so hilarious
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campaign 1 episode 29 REDUX: Whispers OR slowly reconsidering letting my kid watch the cartoon
(she’ll be fine, she knows when to cover her eyes)
"oh snapricot"
"what if I have some weird third-arm syndrome I can't wear t-shirts, how do I support the show"
"I think that's part of my goal, is world domination" fast forward to 2021...
holy punch gloves!!
"you're my son" stares in exu
"it's called the Lady's Chamber; I don't know anybody there." "I might!" "that's what I'm afraid of"
sam just comes full circle back to gavroche
"there's no lock" "but I rolled a natural 20!"
"suddenly a lock appears, utterly pickable!"
ah, this is The Door
Pristine Piece of Shit
curved! swords!!
"you've beaten beholders! you've defeated ithilids! but this door...!"
hey matt I hate that noise
"I'm throwing a dagger right now" v a x
"you were so prepared for me to go to the temple that you built it?" "I built the whole city 'cause I didn't know where you were gonna go"
"this is my town, I feel comfortable" smash cut to percy dropping like a stone
EMBIGGEN HAND
hey matt I HATE the banshee noise
"wake up, handsome"
"what's the weather been like" Thematically Gloomy
the way marisha just *moves* with keyleth compared to beau is fascinating
keyleth and the sun tree is one of my favorite things, even before mcconautree
"lord and savior MY AXE IN YOUR FACE"
"we could just....leave trinket behind :D :D :D"
old lady vex and her crazy eye
"I thought we were killing someone in this house" "we'll get to it"
"they wouldn't kill a small peasant boy!" "they absolutely, demonstrably would"
"I'm her seeing eye boy"
"do you think there'll be a day when the people find happiness again?" 🎶not in nottingham🎶
"I'm 27 but I don't know how old she is"
"will that burn his hands?" "suck it up, buttercup"
it freezed AGAIN early cr why are you like this
"rogues are whatever"
"I don't want to be caught off-guard" "this is about to be HILARIOUS"
"it's opening night and I'm so excited!!" travis/grog's constant desire for violence is my favorite
(edit from the future: I take it back)
ahh yes, vex being snarky about vaxleth
"I'm OFFENDED, and I'm HURT"
"matt that's a lot of maps you have down there"
"if you're lucky you die last"
"I give him a vex wink" bisexual disaster
"there's black smoke beginning to emit from his body and beginning to envelop the gun arm" something so objectively bad for percy has no business sounding dope as fuck
(I have similar thoughts about the term “diabetic ketoacidosis”. absolutely terrible and I hope it never happens to anyone. but it’s so much fun to say.)
I maintain that no one reacted enough to Missy Elliot Step
sam just being utterly unprepared for scanlan to be attacked ever is my favorite
"it's making up for my gun failing like four times" "whatever, you possessed voldemort"
"don't cheapen this" "too late"
"this is for the de rolos. and let me say? you were the one I was least looking forward to."
percy frantically scratching the name off the List, wreathed in black smoke with the bird mask still on sdkfjs I'm so fucking excited for the cartoon
"I go over to the desk" squawk like an imbecile and shit on someone else's desk
("nochi are you re-reading hamsteak" no. maybe. you don't know.)
percy's not available right now, please leave a message with the shadow demon at the tone
"I'm gonna turn your head into a dreidel" these fucking murder hobos
"that's more than I was expecting" "you said take this tongue!!"
shoot gently
that bullet absolutely went through the floor percival
"percy, is that last barrel for you?" "no. ...but if it was, would I tell you?"
"I throw him out the window" g r o g
the spectrum of what level of violence they're willing to employ for the rebellion is fascinating
"catch me!" grog and keyleth are one of my favorite dynamics
Music To Burn A House To
ngl I would murder someone to I'm Not Okay
(for legal reasons this is a hypothetical)
"you're all crazy, we've all seen it, now we can deal with it as a family"
"y'all's fucked up" ty snugglelord
"I can sweeny todd that"
(I forgot to mention it when it actually happened in the show but at one point sam goes “that thing orion took from me? that thing I needed?” with just. so much salt. and I would like to know exactly how much sam repressed given that they had to work together in their day jobs)
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leaves of three, let it be [2/3] || harlivy
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: DCU (Comics)DCUHarley Quinn (Comics)Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel
Characters: Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel, Selina Kyle
Additional Tags: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of batman fucking bats, most of this is straight up idiocy tbh, i just finished watching the cartoon so everyone swears like a sailor i’m sorry, rated for (ahem) happenings later on, ivy/harley/catwoman frenemies
Summary
After Harley mistakenly confesses her love and then promptly takes it back, Ivy spends some time sorting through the things she absolutely doesn't feel (and the ones she does). Selina and Harley don't quite help.
Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 2: AO3
If you ever asked Poison Ivy if she’s into meditation, she’d say she isn’t.
Actually, if you ever asked Poison Ivy if she’s into meditation, she’d probably stare you down until you crumbled under the sheer weight of her judgment and apologized for ever talking to her, but that’s beside the point.
The point is, Ivy doesn’t meditate. The concept of meditation, if you ask her, goes in the same patchouli-scented box as moon-charged crystals and essential oils.
No. What Ivy does is… introspection. Yeah. She introspects. She consciously clears her mind of all intrusive thoughts. Which may sound a lot like meditation, maybe? But — she cannot stress this enough — it’s not the same thing.
So there she is. Sitting on her couch. Introspecting. And it may look like she’s staring off into the distance, but she’s actually looking at a nearly invisible, tiny little hint of a green sprout that’s managed to grow in a crack on the windowsill.
There it is. A tiny little fighter. Just like—
Nope.
No way.
We are absolutely not thinking about her. We’re introspecting. So Ivy takes in a deep breath, in through her nose, eyes fluttering closed as she exhales slowly and then opens them and tries again.
As she was saying. A tiny little sprout. She could go over there and touch it and quite literally breathe life into it. She can’t tell what kind of plant it is, but she could make it bloom if it’s a flowering species. What if it’s a tree? She could make it grow so big its roots would tear this whole building apart just like her heart was torn apart last ni—
Motherf—
“Morning, my little dill pickle.”
Selina climbs in through the window, practically gliding into Ivy’s apartment with the kind of grace that would normally make Ivy stop and stare and perhaps have a not-quite-respectful thought or two.
Listen: she has eyes. Don’t read into it.
Anyway. As graceful and ridiculously nimble as Selina is, she’s also way up high in Ivy’s shit list at the moment (second only to you know who), so today is not the day for lighthearted conversation and platonic crushes.
“Fuck you, Selina,” Ivy offers as a greeting, glancing at the plant to make sure it’s still there. And it is, of course. Selina fucking Kyle may be a bitch and a half, but she knows how to move without leaving a trace.
“Now?” Selina cocks one perfectly manicured eyebrow at Ivy, the slightest hint of a teasing smirk on her face. “I mean I was gonna offer brunch, but that doesn’t sound like the worst midday plan.”
Ivy simply stares for a moment, as if she’s forgotten if there’s one person in the world that’s absolutely immune to even her most wilting looks, that’s Selina fucking Kyle.
“Oh, come on,” Selina practically groans, “stop it. Brooding is such a teen boy move.”
“I am not brooding.”
“Right.” With one single word, Selina makes it clear that she doesn’t believe Ivy and, most importantly, that she doesn’t care enough to argue. “Anyway. Brunch? My treat.”
Ivy closes her eyes. Not meditating. Just introspecting. Just trying to channel the urge to make a full-grown sequoia grow out of Selina Kyle’s ass into something productive. One deep breath in through her nose and—
“We can have margaritas!” Selina lets out a quiet chuckle as she admires the perfectly matte black polish on her fingernails. “Yikes. Too soon?”
Fuck introspection.
“I. Am going. To fucking murder you.” Ivy stands up with every intention to make good on that promise, and Selina must read it in her eyes because for the first time since Ivy’s known her — for the first time in her life, maybe — Selina looks scared.
Well, maybe not scared.
But she is absolutely concerned.
“Fuck me, Ive, damn,” Selina takes one step back, no longer smirking, “calm down, will you?”
Ivy stops, Selina’s audacity basically jolting her out of her murderous rage. “Calm down, Selina? Fucking seriously? You did what you did and now you come here and tell me to fucking calm down?”
Selina tilts her head just so, like she’s conceding (against her will) that maybe there is a reason for Ivy to be somewhat upset with her.
“Oh, come on,” she sighs, rolling her shoulders like the tension has to leave her body somehow, and it will certainly not be via an apology, “it wasn’t even real poison.”
Ivy’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. Does Selina think she’s mad because she thinks Harley was in actual danger?
No. No, Selina can’t think that, because Selina may be an asshole, but she’s a very smart asshole. So she must know Ivy’s well aware of Harley’s immunity to toxins. She must know that’s not even remotely the reason Ivy’s spent the last eleven hours and some change introspecting all thoughts of last night out of her mind.
For a split second, Ivy feels something similar to warmth towards Selina as she considers that maybe she’s simply ignoring the embarrassing part of the event to spare Ivy. Maybe she’s pretending this is about Harley’s physical wellbeing and not… well. The other thing.
Sadly, the split second passes.
“If it helps,” Selina says, and even before she finishes the sentence Ivy can already sense it won’t help at all, “it’s totally reciprocated.”
Ivy feels it crawling up her veins, thick like sap. She’s managed to distill plenty of emotions, turned them into tonics and toxins and elixirs and used them for her own benefit and the Green’s. She’s bottled love — well, lust — and hatred and rage. Fear, even. Insanity, ironically enough. But this.
This… this humiliation.
Oh, this is something else.
Ivy closes her eyes. In through her nose, and even the air feels like it has to go through that thick mixture of (public) pain and weakness and acknowledged vulnerability to get to her lungs.
It’s one thing to have Harley see her like this. Like that. Like last night. Defenses down and heart out there in the open like her ribcage’s forgotten its purpose. That’s fine, she figures, because it’s been the norm for years and years and years. It’s nothing new, really, to have Harley see her accidentally stumble over the line into pathetic from time to time. It happens.
But Selina.
Selina fucking Kyle.
Selina saw that and she understood what she was seeing and now she’s acknowledging it, and Ivy isn’t even mad anymore.
I mean, she is. She’s really fucking mad.
She’s just many other things as well as mad, so it’s harder to focus on it.
Out through her mouth. Slowly. And her voice is nice and even when she opens her eyes and looks at Selina once again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ivy lies, walking towards the kitchen like that had been her intention all along, “there is nothing to reciprocate.”
Ivy can feel Selina’s look on the back of her head. She’s not going to give her the satisfaction of turning around, of course. Selina Kyle’s ego is healthy enough as it is. But she can absolutely feel it. A look involving an arched eyebrow and narrowed eyes and possibly a smirk. Maybe the slightest purse of painted lips, if she’s going for judgmental rather than smug.
Selina is multi-faceted in her scorn.
“You have got to be shitting me, Ive,” Selina says, and Ivy still refuses to turn around, focusing instead on staring at the interior of her fridge and ignoring the fact that ninety percent of its contents are there for Harley’s all-day snacking needs.
She ends up grabbing a jug of water not because she’s thirsty, but simply because it’s the only thing in there she knows for a fact is there just for her.
“Seriously?” Selina prods, walking closer and crossing her arms over her chest as she watches Ivy methodically fill a glass of water like it’s a delicate operation that requires her undivided attention. “You’re such a fucking pussy. And I don’t mean that as a compliment.”
Ivy does turn around then, gripping the glass with perhaps a little more force than strictly necessary. In her defense, she’d much rather be gripping Selina’s neck instead.
“Once again, Selina,” she says with a slight shrug, taking a sip of cold water, “no idea what you’re talking about.”
Selina gapes at her. It’s kind of flattering, actually. It’s not every day something leaves Selina Kyle fully unable to speak. Maybe — Ivy thinks to herself, enjoying her water — she’ll never speak again. Maybe she’ll leave Gotham entirely. Wouldn’t that be just—
Ivy’s train of thought is completely derailed by something that is never a good sign: Selina Kyle is laughing.
Not chuckling. Not snickering. Not letting out one of those sarcastic giggles she likes to use to obliterate people’s entire self-esteem.
No. No, this is honest to goodness, full-on belly laughter, and it’s fucking terrifying.
“Wh— what the fuck, Selina?” Ivy asks, trying to sound less scared than she actually is. Selina’s sense of humor is not so much dark as it is downright fucked up, and if she’s finding something in this situation funny, it can only mean someone is about to get crushed, metaphorically or otherwise.
All signs point to Ivy.
“Look at you!” Selina points in the general direction of Ivy, like she’s about to rip her fashion sense to shreds. But this, sadly, has nothing to do with clothes. “Holy shit, you’re in so much deeper than I thought, this is fucking hilarious.”
Ivy takes one step back, until her hip bumps against the counter and she blindly feels around to leave the half-empty glass on it. To her credit, she still manages to try and infuse her voice with something resembling nonchalance one last time.
“You’re not making any sen—“
“Man, you’re in love, in love, huh?”
Ivy’s been shot before. So she feels like she’s not being overly dramatic when she says Selina’s words feel just like that. Like being shot right in the gut. And Ivy tries to be as stoic as she usually is when faced with things like gunshots and blunt force and bat-shaped ninja stars (holy fuck, he’s such a nerd), but she feels a bit like she’s been standing on a castle of cards for the last… however many years it’s been since she met Dr. Quinzel in Arkham, and Selina’s just figured out exactly where to blow to make it all come tumbling down.
“I mean I knew you two were into each other. Obviously,” Selina continues, and Ivy suddenly understands the exact meaning of all those expressions regarding cats and mice, “but I thought it was like… well, you know. Friends in need of a nudge towards the benefits. But this.”
Selina shakes her head, smile as wide as her eyes. She looks both surprised and delighted. Like she’s really just found out there are feelings involved in whatever lust-filled fever dream she’d interpreted as reality before now.
“And you’re the one who’s doing all the yearning. I totally thought she was the useless one. Holy shit.” Selina takes a couple steps in the direction of the window, like using a door like a normal person is simply not an option for her. “How long?”
Ivy opens her mouth, but Selina interrupts her before any sound can come out.
“Don’t answer that. I already know.” Selina waves her hand dismissively. “No wonder you’re fucking terrified. You’d be safer falling in love with an actual hyena.”
“I’m not—“
“Please.” Selina reaches the window and notices that little plant for the first time, giving it a little pat that could almost pass for affectionate if you didn’t know Selina Kyle. “So what’s scarier, Ive?” Selina almost purrs the question. “That she may not love you back, or that she probably does?”
Ivy tells herself she could murder Selina right then and there, with the help from the little plant. Hell, she could probably kill her without help from the plant.
But that wouldn’t really fix anything, right?
“Anyway!” Selina lets out a happy little sigh as she slinks out of the window and onto the fire escape outside. “No brunch, then. I’ll leave you to your brooding.” Her smile turns into a smirk then, eyes narrowed like she’s about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. “And don’t worry, Ive. I can keep a secret.”
Selina winks at her before she disappears.
Ivy refuses, pointedly, to think about her conversation with Selina.
She tries to go back to her introspection, but it turns out there’s no breathing in and out when your chest is full of feelings to the point of actual physical discomfort, so Ivy gives up on that, too.
She could plot. Scheme, if you will. It’s been a while since she’s gone for an actual multi-step plan to rid Gotham — and, later, the world — of parasitic CEOs profiting off nature. A bit of environmentally friendly murder never fails to put her in a good mood.
But it turns out it’s nearly impossible to come up with a solo plan without being constantly aware of the fact that going solo is no longer her default. A plan involving only herself doesn’t feel like just any random plan anymore. Now it feels like a plan without her, and that’s just— that’s just the opposite of what she needs to be thinking about right now.
So.
What’s an eco-terrorist to do when eco-terrorism is not an option?
Eight hours later she’s in her lab, hair haphazardly held in a bun with a pencil as she looks at her latest experiment through her microscope.
The little sprout from her windowsill sits right next to the microscope in a beaker serving as a makeshift flower pot while Ivy works.
“You know, if this works,” Ivy tells the sprout, eyes trained on the cell that should enter active mitosis any second now, “you’re going to be my sidekick when we take down the next big guy.”
If this works, and she can give this tiny plant the powers she hopes to give her, they can take over Gotham and the world as a team. Ivy’s always worked best with plants, anyway. Who needs—
“Red?”
Harley’s voice is uncharacteristically mellow, but it manages to startle Ivy anyway.
“Jesus, Harley,” Ivy doesn’t look away from the microscope, “what the fuck are you doing here?”
She’s not mad. Not at Harley, anyway. None of this is her fault. She’s just—
Listen. Figuring out exactly what to call what she’s feeling would require introspection, and we’re not doing that anymore.
“Oh. I uh—“ There’s something in Harley’s tone that twists uncomfortably in Ivy’s chest. “Wanted to talk?”
Ivy doesn’t want to talk. Talking, as it turns out, may be the very last thing she wants to do. But there’s that something in Harley’s voice. Something that sounds a bit like embarrassment. Like shame, even. Like maybe if Ivy were to listen in on Harley’s inner monologue right now the voice in there would sound suspiciously like him calling her a fuck-up and an idiot and—
“I’m sorry.” Ivy leaves the little plant’s cell to enter mitosis in its own time and turns to fully focus on Harley. “I didn’t mean to snap. You just startled me.”
Harley visibly relaxes. Ivy decides she hates him just that much more than she did ten seconds ago.
“Didn’t mean to startle ya,” Harley leaves her bat propped against the trunk of a giant nightshade and takes a few steps towards Ivy.
Normally, Harley has no concept of personal space. She sits on whatever surface is closest to Ivy, invading her space and making it impossible for her to fully focus on anything that’s not Harley. It should be annoying, but it isn’t, for reasons Ivy is absolutely not going to consider at this time.
This time, however, Harley hovers just a step or two away from Ivy and her microscope and her standing desk.
It feels…
It feels wrong.
“What did you want to talk about?” Ivy taps the desk and tries not to smile when Harley beams as she practically bounces to sit on it. Her legs dangle over the edge, well-worn combat boots lightly bumping against Ivy’s legs with each soft swing of Harley’s feet.
Nothing really feels wrong anymore.
“I’m sorry, Pammy.”
Ivy shakes her head. “It’s fine. You know you’re always welcome here, I just wasn’t expecting—“
“No,” Harley says, and when Ivy looks into her eyes she realizes Harley’s not going to let her pretend she has no idea what this is about, “I mean I’m sorry about the other night.”
Ivy stands up a little straighter. Takes half a step back, like that’s going to help. Crosses her arms over her chest.
“It’s fine.”
Harley tilts her head just so, bright blue eyes narrowing for a second, and Ivy sees a flash of Harleen right there staring back at her. Reading her fucking thoughts, almost. It’s unnerving.
“It’s fine, Harley,” Ivy insists, tone sharper as she takes another step back. She can hear the low rumble of every vine in her lab stirring along with her mood.
There’s a moment there, maybe a few seconds long, where they both simply stare at each other in silence. Like they’re trying to figure each other out in a way that feels completely foreign because she knows Harley, and Harley knows her, and there’s nothing to figure out. Nothing at all.
“You know—“ Harley’s voice sounds a bit brittle, like it may just break if it hits the wrong word, “you know I didn’t mean it, Pammy.”
Ivy nods. Once.
“I know.” She knows now and she knew when she first met Harley and she’s known for the last however many years it’s been. She fucking knows it’s love but it’s not love like that. She knows. “It’s fine.”
“You know Selina just got in my head, right?” Harley keeps talking, and on some level Ivy knows there’s nothing to be angry about because Harley just wants to explain. She just wants to make sure things aren’t weird between them because they’re best friends. But it feels almost cruel anyway. “You know I don’t—“
“I know you don’t love me, Harley, yes, for fuck’s sakes, I’m not an idiot.”
“But I—“
“Don’t.” Ivy holds one finger up. If she has to listen to Harley say she loves her, but just not in that way she may lose her fucking mind. “It’s fine.”
For a few blessed seconds, it feels like maybe Harley will let it go. Like maybe she’ll just drop it and let Ivy get out of this with some semblance of pride.
But that would just be too much to ask, wouldn’t it?
“I do love you, Ive, it’s just—“
“Holy shit, Harley!” Ivy raises her voice and hears the tell-tale creak of vines growing up the wall. “I know! I fucking know, all right? Selina is a dick and you thought margarita mix was a love potion and you’re not fucking in love with me, all right? I know!”
“But—“
“No! No fucking but!” Ivy swears she hears it. The little snap when she loses her last thread of control over what she’s saying and things spill out before she has a chance to filter them. “I don’t love you either, have you even considered that?”
Harley’s eyes widen in the purest expression of surprise Ivy’s ever seen in her life.
“Right!” There’s a part of Ivy that wants to stop. She wants to stop and backtrack and tell Harley she didn’t mean it because she can’t stand the thought of hurting her, and she needs her to know that of course — of course — Ivy loves her. But she just can’t right now. “I’m not secretly in love with you! All right? I’m glad you don’t love me. I’m fucking fine.”
Harley opens her mouth like she’s about to speak, but closes it without making a sound. She doesn’t look hurt, necessarily. She looks… she looks disarmed, almost. Like she doesn’t know how to react.
“I’ll just—“ Harley swallows and jumps off the desk. “We’re fine, so I’ll just leave. Yeah?”
Ivy nods. “Fine.”
“Cool. Yeah.” Harley sort of smiles, but not really. She moves a bit slower than usual as she goes back to her bat and walks towards the door, and there’s a part of Ivy that wants to stop her and fix this somehow — because it’s not fine at all — but self-preservation wins in the end.
“Remember to lock the door on your way out.”
For a second, Harley almost looks like she may say something. And for a second, Ivy almost hopes she will. But Harley just nods and walks out, and when she hears the lock snap into place, Ivy knows she’s all alone with her plants.
Right where she belongs.
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Chicago Fire 9x14 Thoughts
Veronicat!
You got this Stella Kidd!!
“No doubt” Severide you are so in love I love you.
I need to know what happened in 2017.
“Small claims court” Mouch oh my god.
Can I just say that Sylvie looks very cute in her lil quilted vest.
“Let’s go let’s go let’s go” can I make this my alarm. I feel like it would wake me up much better than my current one.
Get you a man who loves you so much he’ll send a firefighter to help you first.
“My truck captain” why do I love the sound of that so much?
It’s probs cause I’m a Sevasey stan.
Since when does it take five minutes to put the aerial up?
Oh they had to move it to the other side of the building okay next mind.
Gallo you motherfucking ninja.
Cigar chat!!
Nervous Severide!!
Severide 👀👀👀👀👀
“Not exactly” bitch what
Okay that’s fair
I knew something about that whole fire was sus. Only because they focused on it for too long.
Why is Sylvie so pretty in blue.
Sylvie babe everyone in the house is gonna say they’re allergic to cats.
“Wanna swing by on the way home” oh be still my Sevasey heart.
Yes I am taking literal crumbs.
Eeeesh do people usually just leave their crap lying around the city?
Wtf is wrong with people?
God Brettsey are such a couple already. I love it.
Severide knoooooooows.
“You know what.”
Burgess mention!
You know what, I need a Burgess/Severide friendship fic right the fuck now.
He’s gonna do a runner.
Or maybe not.
Must remember this isn’t PD even if Severide and Casey are playing detective.
When Brettsey and Stellaride are on screen together: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
“You’re the best”
That Severide look
I fucking love this so much
Darren are you going to be mean to the little old lady.
I mean I knew that was gonna happen but still gotta let the old people con you sometimes.
This plant guy looks like a dick.
Holy crap.
Oh my god Veronicat.
“I think she’s testing the room for weakness” IM SCREAMING.
“What the hell is that?”
WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY?
Poor Casey.
Poor Rillo.
“Oooooooh a dentists office this should be good” Violet whyyyyyy 😂
Yeeesh.
Noooooo not the drill.
I can’t watch.
The sound of dental drills give me ptsd.
At least no teeth were pulled.
Omfg nooooooo Veronicat.
AASDFFGHHJKLLL.
I really don’t think Sylvie’s gonna mind.
This is so messed up. This poor guy.
Ohhhhh so that’s why Herrmann was in Matt’s truck in the bts photos.
YAY! MOUCH IS GETTING A MEDAL! Love that for him 😍
O shit.
Get him Pete get him.
Looooooove detective duo Sevasey.
Omfg Capp buying back his own jacket every year is hilarious.
God Stella’s hair is always on point.
I can’t believe we got a whole episode of Sevasey talking about their relationships. I kind of love it?
Oh here we go.
Yo the way I fucking tested yo when Boden called her Lieutenant.
Bitch I’m motherfucking crying.
SEVERIDE IS SO PROUD OF HER LOOK AT HIS FACE.
😭😭😭😭😭😭
Okay that might just be my fave episode of the season.
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its thursday!!! and that means i finally have the time to try and watch critrole live! so watch out for spoilers cause i like to write out random thoughts while i watch stuff but its mostly incomprehensible screaming in text format :p enjoy!
lets go noedvpn sponsor!!! i love this saga so much and the effects on the background are amazing!!!! LETS GO WHOLE CAST AD!! travis rap career when lmao
BEST PLAN IS NO PLAN AT ALL LETS GO ASHLEY!!! fake it till you make it!! i just love fearne so much...
YES TAL BREAK THAT FUCKING DOOR! oh no their biggest enemy... a door
YES FEARNE GIRLBOSS YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS SHIT!!!
WEREWOLF GURGE???? HOLY SHIT!!! I LOVE ASHLEY AND MATT HSUAHSUA SHE GAVE HIM A POISON PLANT TO DRINK WITH MILK LATER YESSS BSUAVWUAH
chetney is also the best hsuahuw
THE SHADE ON TRAVIS HSUSHAJSIW imogen is best horse girl and laura not knowing shit about horses makes this great
i just get so immersed in their role playing that i forgot to comment lol anyway i love this group and their shenanigans
oh no chetney plan lets see how this goes hhskaoxbai i love travis just fucking with robbie its amazing
oh no it got worse they are terrible at plans i love them
I LOVE PRETTY SO MUCH ALREADY!!!!! i cant believe they managed to do this shit havzuavak
pls send help its 2am and i cant make noises and theyre making me laugh so much but itll be worth it if the parentals get mad at me
break time! dont forget to hydrate, go to the bathroom and eat something if you havent in a while! i dont care that this is going to be posted altogether.. if youre reading this take a sip of water or eat some snacks ot whatever!
oh shit i missed a couple minutes cause i was distracted... and i come back to chetney getting shot by a crossbow lmao
OMG IMOGEN YES!!! pretty got a date with three beautiful women... im sure its gonna be fearne flirting with everyone the whole time
i love that they just now realized how fucked up going after gurge is hsuabsuab like yeah there are other ways to get chetney to where he wants to be but it would be fucking cool to meet a werewolf...
I LOVE CHETNEY AND DORIAN THEYRE HILARIOUS TOGETHER!!! omg ashton wanting to keep dorians brother safe ;-; i love them
love how laura and marisha just shut down a lot of headcanons for imodna with them saying they havent had dates yet... also im sensing a bit of a history there ashton hsusvwuwvsu SAM PLEASE
fuck yeah matt geeking out about astronomy that he created because of course this man wouldve thought about these things
i love whenever they get awestruck by the background changing because its so fucking cool and i know theyre very proud of it as they should!
yall made the robot malfunction... now we gotta go repair them hsusbuwvq theyre all hilarious
also i find it hilarious that they met chetney like a day ago and theyre already sending him to spy on shit alone... he's stuck in that room and i have a feeling travis is gonna have to make another character soon lmao
HE FUCKING DID IT!!! JUMPED OUT OF THE WINDOW!!!! YOU MAD LAD I HOPE HE MANAGES TO ESCAPE!!!
this was so fucking worth staying up for! watching live is amazing!!!! im excited for next thursday!!!!! and thank you for reading i guess? im sorry? 乁(ツ)ㄏ
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