#hemlock thoughts

[hemlockspit]

why is everyone so set on modern!aerion being a punk… that elitist targaryen bitch doesn’t know the first thing about being a punk, i’m sorry

he probably wears the fuck out of archival fashion though, he needs to be dressed better than everyone else and daddy has the money for it

he’s in a private gallery wearing something archival that hasn’t been seen since the runway, he doesn’t safety-pin his clothes but he has them altered by someone who probably studied under someone who dressed royalty

that dumbass doesn’t rebel against the system, he doesn’t want to dismantle the power, he just wants to get his hands on it

[troycos]

Since we all know that Hemlock is social and likes to talk a LOT... I thought how it would be if they all try to watch a movie, and we have him talking all the time, commenting on what is going on in it. Scolding the protagonist and all.

Hemlock: No! Don't go THAT way, you stupid ****!!

Dex: Can you shut up already?!

Prophet: Yelling won't help, don't get do worked up.

Hemlock: But what the actual ****-

The rest of the group: HEMLOCK!!

Hemlock: *Makes an annoyed sound, crossing arms and goes silent.*

*Everyone gets uncomfortable of the silence instead. Some seconds passing by.*

Charlie: This feels... Wrong.

Dex: *deep sigh*... Fine, go on with your dumb ***" then...

Hemlock: *Him instantly starts yelling at the movie once more and everything gets back to normal.*

[hemlockspit]

modern!aerion targaryen would smoke purely because he thinks it makes him look cool and because he can blow out smoke like a dragon

+ he’d feel superior to people who vape, who are pussies according to him (but secretly he probably owns a fruit-flavoured vape anyway)

[hemlockspit]

writing for mike (rory culkin, 5lbs of pressure) after writing for rye gerhardt (kieran culkin, fargo) is so fucking weird because they’re soo fucking similar, ughhh. two pathetic little losers from crime families that see them as a burden, trying so hard to act confident and in control when they’re actually just twitchy, insecure, dumbass men with something to prove. both convinced they’re meant for more and both absolutely fucking it up at every turn.

both stuck under older, louder family members who talk down to them while also expecting them to do their dirty work, both try to carve out some kind of independence but neither has the resources, intelligence(!), or stability to do so. every time they say something dumb or try to act cool, they’re begging for someone to see them for something more than they feel they are.

[bird-stealer-reads]

It would be really fun to write a fic with the 141 being transported to a desolate earth where the sun will fry your skin off.