Everything that went through T.J.'s head during the b[redacted]h scene. Spoilers for the finale, obviously. I'm going to miss this show far too much.
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TJ appreciated the warmth of the fire, it calmed him down. A bit. He stood in Andi’s backyard chatting with some of his classmates.
If he was being honest, he didn’t remember their names. If he was being honest, he probably wouldn’t remember any of this conversation.
It just wasn’t important. Small talk meant nothing when his entire brain was flooding, replaying everything Kira had said.
He really can’t believe he had let himself be so fooled by her. Well, actually he can, Cyrus had said it best
Well you can be oblivious
but that didn’t make tonight any less world shattering.
Why can’t you just admit what this is really about?
TJ was lost, what did she even mean?
(He knew, of course he knew. How could he not know.)
And even if he did understand, would he ever bring himself to admit it?
(Probably not. Definitely not. Like he’d ever get the chance to anyway…).
The calming nature of the fire didn’t seem to be doing much anymore. TJ’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he just couldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened tonight: Cyrus dancing, Kira, Cyrus singing.
His body went through the motions: nodding when needed, smiling when appropriate; and finally sighing in relief as the others left him alone to his thoughts
He sat down on the bench in Andi’s backyard, staring into the fire, hoping that just maybe it would magically spit out a piece of paper, like the Goblet of Fire, but instead of a name, it would have the answer to all of TJ’s problems.
(He knew the answer, he had always known the answer.)
I’m sure you’ve all heard the devastating news: NBC has cancelled Rise. It’s heartbreaking and doesn’t make sense. But we are a sacred troupe, and we are not gonna just sit and take this.
We, as a fandom, have to present a united front. So, this Wednesday (the day after the finale) we all need to flood the save rise tag. On twitter, tumblr, instagram, whatever social media you use, BUT we have to be united. This Wednesday, show NBC what we’re made of by posting just the words of Simon Saunders:
“I thought this was important” #saverise
If we all post this across all of our platforms all day, NBC has to look at us. I don’t know if this will do anything, in fact I doubt it will, but the truth is sacred and this show was the truth. So we have to try something.
Please please please spread this post around the fandom, we have to all work together for this to mean anything!
I’m sure you’ve all heard the devastating news: NBC has cancelled Rise. It’s heartbreaking and doesn’t make sense. But we are a sacred troupe, and we are not gonna just sit and take this.
We, as a fandom, have to present a united front. So, this Wednesday (the day after the finale) we all need to flood the save rise tag. On twitter, tumblr, instagram, whatever social media you use, BUT we have to be united. This Wednesday, show NBC what we’re made of by posting just the words of Simon Saunders:
“I thought this was important” #saverise
If we all post this across all of our platforms all day, NBC has to look at us. I don’t know if this will do anything, in fact I doubt it will, but the truth is sacred and this show was the truth. So we have to try something.
Please please please spread this post around the fandom, we have to all work together for this to mean anything!
I’ve been a part of campaigns to renew shows before, and one thing that brought a ton of attention was mailing letters to the company in charge of the show.
The headquarters of Rise NBC:
NEW YORK CITY
30 Rockefeller Plaza
New York, NY - 10112
Let’s all write letters about what this show means to us, then color and decorate the envelopes to make them stand out. Put the address of the front, and then write #RISEAGAIN and #SaveRise on the back so that they don’t have to open every letter to know what point we’re trying to make.
Once you’ve done this, take a picture of your envelope and post it anywhere, tagging @ nbc and using #RISEAGAIN and #SaveRise
I know stamps=money, and that’s not an option for everyone, but if you can, PLEASE consider doing this, it’ll only take like 10 min and could be what makes a second season happen. (Also reblog this post instead of just liking it so that it can circulate the fandom and get enough people involved)
I’m sure you’ve all heard the devastating news: NBC has cancelled Rise. It’s heartbreaking and doesn’t make sense. But we are a sacred troupe, and we are not gonna just sit and take this.
We, as a fandom, have to present a united front. So, this Wednesday (the day after the finale) we all need to flood the save rise tag. On twitter, tumblr, instagram, whatever social media you use, BUT we have to be united. This Wednesday, show NBC what we’re made of by posting just the words of Simon Saunders:
“I thought this was important” #saverise
If we all post this across all of our platforms all day, NBC has to look at us. I don’t know if this will do anything, in fact I doubt it will, but the truth is sacred and this show was the truth. So we have to try something.
Please please please spread this post around the fandom, we have to all work together for this to mean anything!
I’m sure you’ve all heard the devastating news: NBC has cancelled Rise. It’s heartbreaking and doesn’t make sense. But we are a sacred troupe, and we are not gonna just sit and take this.
We, as a fandom, have to present a united front. So, this Wednesday (the day after the finale) we all need to flood the save rise tag. On twitter, tumblr, instagram, whatever social media you use, BUT we have to be united. This Wednesday, show NBC what we’re made of by posting just the words of Simon Saunders:
“I thought this was important” #saverise
If we all post this across all of our platforms all day, NBC has to look at us. I don’t know if this will do anything, in fact I doubt it will, but the truth is sacred and this show was the truth. So we have to try something.
Please please please spread this post around the fandom, we have to all work together for this to mean anything!
ALSO COME TWEETING NOW. In these days before the episode airs. Use tha hashtag SaveRise, tag the nbc. sign the last petition and send it to all your friends to sign. I’m on Twitter basically since this morning and I see that mostly are always the same people tweeting. We have to be more and more. Let them hear us.
The actors aren’t really on Twitter right now and it’s perfectly understandable. For the same reason the won’t be the ones asking for a renewal, to save the show. WE ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE TO DO THAT. We can tweet the actors love and love, because they deserve it. But we have also to tweet NBC - we can’t be sure it will work like it did with Timeless last year (it seems they had started campaigning months before, they won a poll about canceled shows too).
I can’t really stay a lot on Tumblr right now, it breaks my heart and, even though it’s not true, it looks to me like we have already abandoned the show. Even the Rise instagram and Twitter account aren’t the same anymore, they didn’t even tell people that the Season 1 full album was out, with the new songs. Personally it will be so freaking hard for me to watch the episode, on Tuesday, because it will remind me all that they took away from us. They eventually took away from me the tiny piece of my heart that there was left after NBC (yeah, always them) canceled Smash. I was excited to see Spring Awakening and Siremy and everything, now if I even think about it it makes me cry. I can’t even look at pictures and stills and gifs. I CAN’T LISTEN TO THE SONGS EITHER. This morning I had the bad idea to listen to “The love I meant to say” from Smash, WHY. WHY.
With Smash I was so damn heartbroken, but I had seen it coming. Also it had had two seasons, not one. I had the time to get used to it, in some way. But with Rise I REALLY STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT. They sent Damon and Aulii to the Summer Press event, last week. They were interviewed. Also other cast members were at the events, the GLAAD awards. Playbyll and EW online did articles on the new Spring song. Tv Line said the show could have gone either way (renewed or cancelled). THEY RENEWED AP BIO that had horrid ratings and no one ever talked about it on social media or tv websites. The cast alltogether asked to tweet the network, so I thought maybe they know that for NBC it’s important, that they’ll read our tweets, that maybe it was the network who asked them to “check” our passion for the show. SO I HAD HOPES. BUT NO. I woke up at 5.30 AM this morning, I couldn’t resist and I went on TVLine website and then I burst in tears - yeah I know it’s just a show, but it means so much for me. I got emotionally attached to the characters, to the fact that they’re REAL PEOPLE. Not super bad villains or superheroes or whatever. They’re real. It’s sweet that the cast are saying that something good can come from this, that they hope we’ll keep following their careers, that it’s time to move to the next adventure. I wish them the best, with all my heart, although it breaks my heart to even type it, because it would mean that we couldn’t save the show. I fear they won’t make the DVDs
Sorry if this became a sad/rant post. Write me on Twitter, if you want (I’m lonely_queen). Tumblr right now is a very difficult place to be for me, it reminds me the previous weeks when I loved to come here and wait for the new episode stuff. Now I can’t even imagine doing the same on Wednesday to reblog stuff, it will be so painful. I’m an emotional mess, right now, I’m sorry.
I’m sure you’ve all heard the devastating news: NBC has cancelled Rise. It’s heartbreaking and doesn’t make sense. But we are a sacred troupe, and we are not gonna just sit and take this.
We, as a fandom, have to present a united front. So, this Wednesday (the day after the finale) we all need to flood the save rise tag. On twitter, tumblr, instagram, whatever social media you use, BUT we have to be united. This Wednesday, show NBC what we’re made of by posting just the words of Simon Saunders:
“I thought this was important” #saverise
If we all post this across all of our platforms all day, NBC has to look at us. I don’t know if this will do anything, in fact I doubt it will, but the truth is sacred and this show was the truth. So we have to try something.
Please please please spread this post around the fandom, we have to all work together for this to mean anything!
So you said to send siremy fanfic requests so I’m wondering if you could write something where it’s a really late rehearsal and Simon’s falling asleep on Jeremy and it’s really cute(sorry this might not make sense it’s like midnight oops)
That Was Me
Word Count: 1.1k
Genre: Idk man, kinda fluffy, kinda angsty. It has a happy ending
Warnings: Internalized homophobia
Read it on AO3
Note: I got a little off the prompt at the end, but I hope you still like it. Also, a huge thanks to @rise-side-blog and @awkward-pancake for beta-ing
“I thought perhaps we’d only talk” Jeremy confessed. No response. Jeremy chuckled pausing his fingers as they ran through Simon’s hair.
“No, don’t stop.” Simon whined. He was lying in Jeremy’s lap, they had another late rehearsal and the pair had snuck away to a deserted hallway.
“We told Mr. Mazzuchelli that we were coming out here to run lines, Simon.” Jeremy chastised, but he began to run his fingers through the boy’s soft hair anyway.
“We don’t need to run lines. We both know the scene by heart.”
“Then why do you keep dropping lines, huh?” Jeremy teased even though they both definitely knew why. Simon didn’t say anything, just glared at Jeremy before sitting up and moving so that they we’re facing each other.
“So are you sorry, that we—“
“No! I love you Hanschen. As I have never loved anyone.”
“And so you should.” Simon finished the scene. Jeremy went to say something, but Simon stopped him. Simon mouthed ‘sing’. Jeremy raised his eyebrows questioningly. Really? They were gonna sing now too? Simon just nodded and gestured for Jeremy to continue.
“Fine.” Jeremy sighed and cleared his throat before starting to sing. “Oh, I’m gonna be wounded oh” Jeremy couldn’t help it, looking into Simon’s wide eyes, he wondered if there was any of Ernst’s truth with him right there. Sure, Simon was no master manipulator like Hanschen and Jeremy didn’t think that Simon would intentionally hurt him. Yet, here they were. Practicing their lines in some empty hallway, away from everyone else.
When Simon finally admitted his feelings to Jeremy, he felt like he was walking on clouds. Jeremy had had a crush on Simon for all of high school and now he knew his feelings were returned. Then of course, reality hit. It wasn’t safe for Simon to come out; he had no idea how his family would react, just that it wouldn’t be good. Jeremy respected Simon and wanted him to be safe, but he also wanted to hold his hand and sit next to him during rehearsals. Jeremy didn’t think that Simon could avoid him more than he had after their parking lot kiss, but he was wrong. After Simon’s confession, Jeremy thought they would be a real couple, but as soon as he and Simon started hanging out privately, all public interactions ceased entirely. Simon would barely even look at Jeremy if there were any other people around.
“Oh I’m gonna bruise you.” Simon began to sing with Jeremy, taking his hand and moving closer, exactly like Mr. Mazzu had blocked it. “Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise.” The song finished; Jeremy began to turn away, reaching for his script, but Simon stopped him. Simon cupped Jeremy’s face, turning him back so that they were facing each other before leaning in. Jeremy wasn’t sure if he was about to kiss Simon or if Ernst was about to kiss Hanschen, but he closed his eyes and leaned in either way.
Simon’s lips were soft against Jeremy’s. Jeremy remembered how awed he’d been by how soft Simon’s lips were when they kissed in the parking lot. But that was the only similarity between the two kisses. In the parking lot, Jeremy felt frantic, just waiting to be pushed away, now he took his time, wrapped his arms around Simon’s neck and pulled him closer. The parking lot kiss was fast and forbidden, this was slow and deep and open. Jeremy could pretend that this was normal, that Simon was his boyfriend, that they were allowed to just be teenagers in a relationship.
Simon slowly pulled away, clearing his throat and moving back a bit, picking up his script. His whole face was red and he wouldn’t make eye contact with Jeremy. It was hard for Jeremy to process Simon being embarrassed after he was the one who initiated the kiss.
“Was that Simon or Hanschen?” Jeremy asked jokingly, trying to clear the air and offering Simon an out if he needed it.
“Was that Jeremy or Ernst?” Simon replied. Jeremy sighed, he was avoiding the question.
“Jeremy. That was me.” He answered, hoping that Simon would take that as his cue to answer. He wasn’t exactly why this felt like such an important point, but he needed to know.
“Jeremy,” Simon began, rubbing his eyes. “That was me. Of course that was me.” He groaned, “Oh man, what am I gonna do?”
“What?” Jeremy asked, confused as to what Simon was referring to.
“I kissed you. I kissed you and I liked it.”
“Thank you?” Jeremy murmured, still not sure where this was going.
“You know what I mean. I shouldn’t even be thinking about kissing a boy, let alone actually doing it.” Jeremy let out a breathe, finally realizing what Simon was saying. He wished he could have been some sort of help but Simon’s family was way too intense for him. Don’t get him wrong, Jeremy still wasn’t sure how to match his faith with these new found feelings, but he just couldn’t even consider something that felt so right being wrong. It just wasn’t possible.
“Got it.” Jeremy said tersely. He moved back, away from Simon and picked up his script, leaning through it in an attempt to avoid Simon and maybe change the subject.
“Jeremy, please. I didn’t mean to…” Simon trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the two of them.
“Didn’t mean to what?” He scoffed, “Kiss me? Or like it?” Jeremy knew he was being harsh, but damn it, he had put his heart out on the line too many times to get rejected by Simon Saunders again.
“To hurt you. To dragged you into this.” Simon finished calmly. He seemed defeated. Jeremy didn’t respond so he went on, “You deserve someone who can hold your hand in public, or kiss you without freaking out. I’m not that someone.” Simon began to stand up, ready to head back to rehearsal.
“Damn it.” Jeremy muttered, pulling Simon back down and pressing their lips together again. The kiss was short and sweet, ending as abruptly as it began. “I don’t want someone. I want you.” Jeremy confessed as they pulled apart. Simon blinked at him, processing what had been said. If Jeremy was being honest, it didn’t feel real to him either. The proposal that this could be something, that the two of them could be something, seemed chimerical.
“Um, we.. we should get back to the scene.” Simon stuttered, smiling wide and turning his attention back to the scene.
“Yeah, we should.” Jeremy agreed. And if Hanschen and Ernst spent more time than usual kissing, then that was just coincidence.
could you do a fanfic of Kevin and Joaquin just hanging out together on a date night with them being the cute little beans they are. P.S. I love all your fanfics! I just read all of them they are absolutely wonderful!
Liars Never Prosper
Word Count: 1.2k
Genre: Mainly fluff, bit of angst
Warnings: mentions of gangs and homophobia, slight swearing
Read it on AO3
Note: I strayed slightly from the prompt, a bit of angst popped in, but it’s mainly fluffy. And thanks! I hope you like this one as much as the others.
Kevin’s dad always worked late on Tuesdays. The sheriff and his team would have meetings, straightening their priorities and discussing the week ahead of them. Joaquin took full advantage of this routine. He would pick Kevin up from school on his motorcycle, and they’d head back to Kevin’s place. Sometimes they would watch a movie, sometimes they would kiss on the couch, sometimes they would get take out, sometimes Kevin would cook, attempting to teach Joaquin along the way. No matter what, they always had a good time on these ‘date nights’.
It was on one of these Tuesday nights, they had kissed instead of watching a movie and ordered food instead of cooking, that it finally came up. It was gonna come up, there was no avoiding it, no matter how hard they tried. Joaquin just didn’t imagine that it would come up like this. He had imagined it coming up during an argument or when Kevin’s dad inevitably caught Joaquin sneaking out the back door. He hadn’t imagined it just…coming up. Like an everyday conversation. A casual conversation.
“Hey, Joaquin, can I ask you something?” Kevin shifted from his spot sitting on the floor eating his orange chicken. He sat down next to Joaquin on the couch.
“Well that’s an ominous question.” Joaquin responded, chuckling slightly. He tried to exude a casual air.
“Why are we hiding this?” Kevin made a gesture towards the two of them. “I mean, I’m not stupid, I get that my dad and your…family isn’t the best mix, but I just…” He trailed off.
Joaquin wasn’t quite sure how to answer Kevin. It wasn’t like Joaquin was ashamed of Kevin or anything, it was more that he was afraid. Not of Kevin, but of what would happen if the serpents knew about Kevin. If FP knew that Joaquin was dating the sheriff’s son, well, Joaquin didn’t want to even think about what would happen then. Kevin noticed Joaquin’s hesitation.
“I’m sorry. Forget about it. I don’t want to push you or anything.” Kevin began to move back down to the floor and his food.
“No, wait.” Joaquin said, reaching out and grabbing Kevin by the arm. Kevin turned and looked at Joaquin. There, in his eyes, was a kind of vulnerability that Joaquin had never seen from Kevin before. “Kev, it’s not you. I swear it’s not.”
Kevin hesitantly sat back down next to Joaquin on the couch, “Okay.. Well then what is it?”
Joaquin sighed. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of you. Of this. Of, of the serpents.”
The last one seemed to catch Kevin’s attention, “I thought the serpents were okay with the fact that you were gay?”
This was it. This was Joaquin’s out. He didn’t have to tell Kevin about his fears of FP, about everything that he had done. He could just say that he was afraid of some southside homophobes. It was an perfect, easy lie, so why was Joaquin having such a hard time telling it?
“That’s not exactly what I’m afraid of Kev–”
“Damn it Joaquin.” Kevin sighed, but he didn’t seem angry. “I can’t believe I even asked you, I’m so dumb.” He brought his hand up to Joaquin’s face, gently rubbing his jaw with his thumb. “Of course, you need to stay safe. I’d rather be with you in secret then have you get threatened by some barbarian.” Kevin pressed a short kiss to Joaquin’s cheek, “I’m sorry” then he pressed his lips to Joaquin’s.
Joaquin leaned into the kiss wanting to get as close to Kevin as possible. How had he managed to land such a perfect boy? Kevin was smart and funny and understanding, and Joaquin was.. What was he? Right now, he felt like a shitty boyfriend. Sure he hadn’t actually lied to Kevin, but he hadn’t exactly told him the truth. Still, Kevin had jumped to that conclusion, he had tried to explain. Joaquin was rationalizing, he knew it. But he really didn’t want to think about it. Especially not when Kevin was climbing over him, straddling him and deepening the kiss further.
“Hmm, oh. Kevin.” Joaquin murmured. He brought his hand up from Kevin’s hips and to the back of his neck, curling his fingers into Kevin’s short hair. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Shh.” Kevin whispered. “Shut up and kiss me.” He paused for a split second before adding, “And take your hair down.”
Joaquin laughed and removed his hands from Kevin’s hair to bring them up to his own, pulling out the hair-tie and shaking his head a bit to free his hair. Kevin made a sound akin to a growl before tackling Joaquin so that he was now lying on the couch and kissing him, hard. Joaquin moved easily with Kevin smiling into the kiss and decidedly not thinking about FP or the serpents or anything that wasn’t Kevin Keller (plus, Joaquin was pretty sure that he would not be allowed to call himself a gay teen if he let FP Jones distract him from a makeout session with Riverdale’s hottest).
They stayed that way for a while, just groping and kissing on the Keller couch. They didn’t pull away until Kevin’s phone began to buzz.
“You gonna get that?” Joaquin asked, slightly out of breath. Kevin was kissing down his jawline and neck, determined to cover him in hickeys it seemed.
“Uh-uh” Kevin mumbled from Joaquin’s collarbone. Joaquin just chuckled. He almost let himself fall back into Kevin completely, but when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the caller ID. Quickly he pushed Kevin away from his neck.
“Shit. Kev, it’s your dad. You should answer it.” Joaquin maneuvered his way out from underneath Kevin and Kevin answered the phone.
“Hey Dad.” As Kevin began talking to Sheriff Keller, Joaquin began packing up, buttoning his shirt, pulling on his jacket and shoes, searching for his phone in the couch cushions.
“Uh-huh. Yup. It’s all okay Dad, I’ll see you soon. Bye.” Kevin sighed, hanging up the phone. He looked up at Joaquin, who was still preparing to leave. “Do you have to go?” Kevin pleaded.
“Do you really want me to meet your dad like this?” He gestured to his disheveled appearance, “I think I oughta go.”
Kevin huffed, moving to the side of the couch so that he could lean over the arm and kiss Joaquin again. “My dad’ll like you. I promise.”
“Okay, you need to go to sleep. You’re talking crazy.”
“Just, let me pretend okay?” Kevin replied blissfully, “Let me pretend that my dad isn’t the sheriff and that some serpents aren’t homophobic and that all my friends knew and we could kiss wherever we wanted with no worries.” Joaquin felt a wave of guilt crash over him. Kevin just smiled and gave Joaquin one last kiss. “I’m happy with just pretending.”
As he rode back to the Southside, Joaquin lingered on Kevin’s words. Kevin was happy with pretending, so why should he feel bad? Maybe Joaquin’s lie–no, omission of truth–wasn’t a big deal. So what if it forced Kevin to lie to his dad and friends? Even Joaquin couldn’t rationalize it really. Joaquin didn’t think he could handle the weight of lying to Kevin; he vowed to tell Kevin tomorrow that they could go public. Joaquin was a lot of things, a gang-member, a teenager, a brother, a gay kid, but he was not a liar.
Comments of any sort are greatly appreciated, I hope y’all liked it.
Fan fic request are closed? Does this mean we will be getting some more fics from you or are you done writing?
I have a bunch of requests in my ask box currently. I took a bit of a hiatus because of school and a family tragedy, but, with the midseason finale, I’m back. Cause I need more kevin
Oh my gosh, I just had to come say how much I love your theme. I mean the colors go so well together and the background is just beautiful. Also, your joavin is A1, 10/10 would read again while praying that joaquin comes back
Hi! Thank you so much! I’m pretty proud of both the theme and the writing so thanks!
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June 24th - Isak and Even Video Edit
Show: Skam
Song: Colors by Halsey
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June 23rd - Cecil Palmer Aesthetic
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