#really i will

[whoa-axel-chill]

I know some people have been recording and posting individual scenes on like tiktok and stuff, so if anyone could maybe get the dinner scene with the Frogs and Max that would be greatly appreciated

[sansbanshees]

WIP Wednesday

I have like a hundred hellcheer WIPs, but uh here’s a lengthy snippet from an as yet untitled and unpublished meet cute at Starcourt. No Chrissy in this bit, just Eddie suffering in a Sam Goody before he runs into her.

————————

How does anyone find anything in here? The place is a goddamn labyrinth and it takes him forever to find the Sam Goody crammed in between a bookstore and some place that sells luggage.

In and out, he reminds himself, but the regret he feels walking into the store makes him want to walk right back out, album be damned.

There are Madonna posters everywhere. Fucking Falco is playing over the speakers, Jesus Christ, kill him now. The whole place is full of teased hair, leg warmers and polos, and it reeks of Aqua-Net. There’s a snicker off to his right as he browses, and he’s pretty sure it’s directed at him. It’s like the worst parts of high school rolled through the idea of a record store and ripped its soul out to leave a wad of bubblegum in its place. Unfortunately for him, though, the tip from his buddy was spot on.

There, tucked away in the rock section, are precisely four copies of exactly what he’s looking for. What he couldn’t find downtown.

Rock. Rock. As if it could be distilled down to the blandest description. As if this music has anything in common with fucking John Cougar Mellencamp, also categorized under rock.

This place is the goddamn worst.

He pulls one tape out from the stack because he didn’t come all this way to leave empty handed but then he grabs the other three and yanks them out too, because he can’t stand the thought of leaving them behind in this hell scape.

It’s fine. He’ll have one for home, one for the van. The other two—he’ll leave those on the counter at the record shop downtown, his treat, because he’s not an asshole that takes the last goddamn copy, unlike some people.

It doesn’t count if he takes the last one from here.

He swings them back and forth by the long plastic traps they’re contained in as he makes his way to the counter, plunks them down once he gets there and greets the cashier with a grin.

“Hi.”

The cashier arches a thin brow as she looks at what he’s put down in front of her.

“These are all the same,” she says, as if he is somehow unaware.

Eddie nods. “Yep.”

“You want four of the same album?”

“Well, yeah. This is a rescue mission. Leave no man behind in enemy territory.”

That earns him a snort of amusement. She’s older, hair going a little silvery, heavy-ish eyeliner. She seems cool, which he didn’t think he’d be able to say of anyone that works here. A little familiar, too. He’s pretty sure he knows her from somewhere. A quick glance down at her name tag tells him her name is Maggie, which is nice to know, but doesn’t really help him place her.

“They any good?” she asks.

“I dunno, Maggie,” he says, “but I’m gonna find out at least four times.”

She picks up one of the tapes once they’re free of the rigid plastic chastity belts. “Megadeth? Sounds like something my kid would like.”

“What, really?” He leans in, interest piqued. “Who’s your kid?”

The question seems to take her by surprise, and it wouldn’t surprise him to find that actual conversation isn’t really a thing here at Sam Goody.

“Kyle. Kyle Trahern. He’s a few years older than you, by the looks of you.”

“Must be…name doesn’t ring a bell. He has good taste, though.” Eddie grins. “Gets it from his mom, I’ll bet.”

She rolls her eyes. “God, no, I can’t stand it. Kyle moved out a few years back and I thought, Jesus, finally, peace and quiet. But no. Can’t even get away from this crap at The Hideout.”

Eddie staggers back, pressing a hand to his chest to staunch the blood flow. Point fucking blank, that shot.

“Ouch.”

He knew he’d seen her somewhere before, though. Should have guessed that was it. It was either that or she’s someone his uncle snuck in for a few hours, hoping Eddie wouldn’t notice—a rarity, to be sure, but it happens now and then.

She smirks. “You kids are alright when you play the good stuff.”

“Free Bird, right?” He pulls out his wallet when she finishes ringing him up, lays a few crumpled twenties on the counter. “Everyone loves Free Bird.”

“Free Bird,” she agrees, counting back his change and handing it over. “Bad Moon Rising. You know, real music, not that noise you just bought four copies of.”

“Maggie, those are fightin’ words.” He snatches his bag with an exaggerated huff. “Don’t make me get myself kicked out of the mall. What if they don’t let me come back?”

She snorts. “Kid, there’s four people behind you, waiting to pay. Don’t worry about security, I’m kicking you out.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. One sec.” He digs into the bag, pulls out one of the tapes and slaps it down on the counter. “For Kyle.”

“I’ll make sure he gets it.” She shakes her head, but she’s smiling. The thanks is an understanding he just picks up on, it doesn’t need to be said. “Now, go on. Go bother someone else.”

“I’m gonna learn something from this album and play it just for you at the next show,” Eddie informs her, holding up his bag as he backs out of the store. “Just wait. You’re gonna love it.”

“You do that, kid.” She waves him off. “I’ll bring my earplugs.”

[mashasxart]

i was trying to remember how i used to do these kinds of pictures with crayons

fun fact-- i still don’t remember

also some haru pictures :u finally! i drew them after looking at actual references so hopefully they look. u know. Like Her lmao

for the very middle one just imagine natori saying ‘do you understand how close to the end of your life you are right now’ which i’ve used before but shhh bc she said something Not Smart in front of the cat king

[wolftraps]

I think this may be the first time in my life I've actually felt better after an hour nap. Not good, mind you, but better

[sentientmasstransit]

I think my other problem with the ‘John is a horrible person’ criticism is that they’re judging him more harshly than the characters around him. Like there’s no reason to consider him irredeemable because even *Abigail* doesn’t think of him like that.

I’ve had way too much coffee to think words but it’s a thought I’ve had a lot recently. That and wondering how old most of the anti John crowd are.

Yes he fucked up and left lasting trauma on his family, but he also put in the time to try and *fix* it. He was only 26 in rdr2. For those of you that are still sub 25, let me tell you, the whole ‘your brain is not fully mature until 25’ thing is REAL. Having a fully developed frontal lobe really does change your ability to be rational and have good judgement. It *does*. And it think it shows with the way John was able to step up in chapter 4 and maintain that the rest of his life

[theyputitback]

Angelina Jolie Joins Producing Team of Broadway- Bound THE OUTSIDERS

Academy Award-winning actress, filmmaker, and producer Angelina Jolie has joined as a lead producer on the Broadway-bound new musical The Ou

I WILL BE COMPLETELY NORMAL ABOUT THIS.

[cornerstonc]

also i have some headcanons for the shapeshifter AU/verse :v

-) some kind of shapeshifter creature which is Normal for this universe, but not exactly a well-known one. rumored and built up in fairy tales and myths, yes, but not generally thought to be an accepted Real Thing

his Real Shape is a cat, pretty much just canon natori. he can take other shapes, as well, but generally just moves between his True Shape and his human one just in the interest of not confusing himself

-) it takes a lot of energy to keep his shape if it’s not his Real or Natural one, and this energy is generally sapped from those living things in his surroundings in times of duress, etc. or occasionally when he’s just not paying enough attention

as such, extended Exposure to him in his human state can sometimes result in symptoms such as fatigue, memory lapses, and unusual hunger or thirst in humans surrounding him. or worse if it’s Too Long. he’s Aware of this risk, which leads him to feel some guilt for keeping up the charade. he often wonders if the kinder, less selfish option would be to simply vanish and go back to his more natural state

he’s just grown rather attached to his human life and his human companions

-) works as a tutor for a special program in some. idk higher learning facility. while ‘tutor’ is his official title, the actual bulk of his job is made up of filing, customer service duties, and various other clerical work (as well as cleaning the office/library). he has a weirdly expansive variety of subjects he’s able to tutor in, ranging from comp and lit to some less advanced algebra topics to niche subjects like medical terminology and some foreign languages

-) he refuses to tutor in anything even vaguely magical, for fear of accidentally outing himself as Unusual

-) he still can’t fight or lift more than 20 pounds without hurting himself jfjf;ka

-) is 413 years old. about 77 of those years have been spent as a human (or at least a human-shaped Being)

-) as amiable, easygoing, and gregarious as he is, if his coworkers or other peers were asked to name more than two or three facts about him, they’d Fail

-) he can not get enough sweets. it doesn’t matter what it is-- cakes, candy, fruit, syrups-- if it’s sweet, he wants to eat it. he reacts to every new sweet thing he’s never tried before like it’s the Very First sweet thing he’s ever eaten, even if it’s as Awful as a literal spoonful of sugar. he will eat it if you promise him it’s sweet-tasting

-) is prone to overworking, but in such a diligent, contented way that it’s harder to spot when he’s frazzled or overwrought

-) also prefers darker clothing, like canon natori

-) will occasionally indulge a coworker or other peer’s invitation Out, but is generally somewhat awkward without a social script to follow. has a tendency to grab a weak drink and then wander from group to group before ultimately leaving once he feels tipsy

-) has complete control over his human appearance, as expected of a shapeshifter, so he wants all that hair

-) retains some feline traits even when disguised as a human, such as rubbing at his face and a certain amount of skittishness. catnip and matatabi both will still affect him even while disguised, so obviously he avoids both like the plague lmao