have this urge to write a parrinsky time loop au, where adam is stuck in endless cycles of 4th of july for whatever reason, and he does all what he can think of, trying to break it, and fails spectacularly. and then kavinsky tags him one of these times, and asks something like. so, had you finished ruining my party, orrrr. and it turns out they both stuck here. had been, in fact, all the time. forced proximity, tension, arguments and despair of it all. do you see the vision.














