I think I took my old company down over a $240 dispute.
I’m honestly not sure if this belongs here, or in @petty-revenge-stories, but I thought you guys might get a bit of a chuckle over this.
Sorry, it’s long.
I was the lead editor for a production house. We did mostly commercials, for radio and television. Small company, but we did pretty well for the most part, but being a small company jobs overlapped, and since I know how to use Google, I also became the “IT” guy.
I worked at this production house for 8 years. Overall, I was pretty content there. I made some awesome friends, but my boss (the owner / production manager) was a real dick. He was the kind of guy who would hire people for as little money as possible, and get them to work 12-16 hour days for the fucking experience.
My boss was the kind of person who would tell you on a daily basis how great a boss he was; how effective a leader he was. Every day wasting his time and money on ridiculous meetings that literally took half a day and consisted of nothing meaningful, but a huge amount of head-inflation. He would routinely deny people any kind of monetary raise, even after years of experience, saying that the company could not afford that. All while he furnished his private office, which was an entire floor above the rest of the office space, with extravagant furniture and expensive decorations.
I could honestly make an entire post on how awful a boss / terrible a person this guy was, so after some quick reflection on how much typing I want to do today, here’s a list of the worst things he was doing on company time:
Drinking and driving
Would routinely get me to pirate software for him, including software we used to actually run the business
Not putting anyone on payroll, which means you are forever a “freelancer” at this company
Hired a company who would build an entire second story to the office without a permit
Somehow crossing the Canada-US border drunk and with open alcohol
Withholding people’s pay
Buying things for the office; stealing them for his home
No vacation time / pay
he expected all of us to either work through a client’s funeral, or take a couple of hours as “no pay leave”)
He would degrade all employees, but he was way more harsh on the female employees
Would literally scare people into submission
Micromanage everything. Blame employees for following directions.
Anyways the list goes on and on. But for the most part, non of this really affected me, until his wife started working for the company.
She was hired on after being fired elsewhere, as our accountant. She would track our hours every day, making sure to conveniently neglect any extra time we put in over weekends, or after hours. Somehow, even after working a 50-60 hour week, she would come after employees saying they were only available for 30 hour or so. Again, these were all things that never really affected me, until Christmas 2015.
I got notice two days before our Christmas paycheck, via email, that the accountant was going to take $240 or so off my regular pay, because I had left the office for two hours during the week. I calmly replied to the email that we all gotta do what we gotta do, and hopped online and started applying to editing jobs elsewhere.
I told my wife about this, and got irrationally mad about it.
Nearly instantly, I was offered a job from my current employer, which I accepted. At that point I told my wife I give my old employer a year before they close down.
We made a list, and dealt with each item to the best of our abilities.
I anonymously reported both my boss and his wife for drunk driving, as well as letting a couple of my cop buddies know about it. On my boss’ Facebook page, he was complaining about how many times he had been pulled over recently. He seems to still be driving, but at least it was an inconvenience to them.
I reported the software piracy. The pirated software was Windows, Microsoft Office, and the Adobe Creative Suite. Adobe didn’t do anything, but Microsoft took it pretty seriously, and I heard from one of my old coworkers that they didn’t fight the fines.
I also filled out form CPT1-E (I think that’s what it was called), which is designed to help employers and employees understand whether or not employees should be on payroll or not. From what I gather through the grapevine, this let to something called a forensic audit, which seems to have led to a lot of back payments or something. I’m not an accountant, and I don’t really know how all this works, but from what I understand my old employer ended up paying quite a few fines. This is all unconfirmed grapevine stuff though.
I reported locally regarding the floor that was built without a permit. More grapevine stuff, but it seems that made selling the office a little more difficult. So I’ll add that to the win pile.
So anyways, I was wrong. I told my wife it would be a year and they would be shut down. It took a year and 3 months. The company is officially closing March 31, 2017. I don’t know if any of my actions are directly responsible for the closure, but I’d like to think I at least pushed it in that direction.
YA LIT MEME REDUX; (2/10) books or series ↳ aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz
“i wanted to tell them that I’d never had a friend, not ever, not a real one. until dante. i wanted to tell them that I never knew that people like dante existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds belonged to the heavens and weren’t meant to be shot down from their graceful flights by mean and stupid boys. i wanted to tell them that he had changed my life and that i would never be the same, not ever. and that somehow it felt like it was dante who had saved my life and not the other way around. i wanted to tell them that he was the first human being aside from my mother who had ever made me want to talk about the things that scared me. i wanted to tell them so many things and yet i didn’t have the words. so i just stupidly repeated myself. "dante’s my friend.”
‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years,
perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor
Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him
into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire
skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop
into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away,
no matter how hard he tries.
Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though
everything changes, some things are still meant to be.
remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.
This however, is
what Viktor does remember…
Part 2 of the
Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’.
One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives,
throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a
world where they both tell a very different side to the story.
that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He
scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll
spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.
For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and
with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding
of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”
Yuuri often thinks
of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the
day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many
years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the
Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything
other than his childhood idol.
The set of Yuuri’s
mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the
table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they
were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the
denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found
Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret
conversation all their own that needed no words.
Yuuri was aware
that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become
There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness,
as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri
had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.
AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t
remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor
at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly
friendly and incredibly handsy.
Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.
Basically this is an excuse for total
fluff. And porn. And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy
Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place
once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at
the banquet if you take gold this time around.”
Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t
wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being
plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just
a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too
real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”
Victor Nikiforov is
poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world
at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows
into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over.
He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.
(Or, the time loop
au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.)
doesn’t advertise his alpha status, in fact he’d rather it be relatively
unknown. He feels that he’s never fit the stereotype, and is much happier
blending into the background. However, much to his dismay, his alpha instincts
are awakened one summer morning.
At first he’s
angry, believing that his new coach, Victor Nikiforov, has brought back an
omega in heat for a day of passion. But when he intrudes to order the couple to
a safer location he learns the truth. Victor, the most decorated male figure
skater ever, has his own secret.
From there an
inexplicable gravity grows between them, their shared secrets pulling them
together in ways that both learn to cherish.
Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn’t tell Yuuri, and things
get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese.
(The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a
hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)
“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice,
“you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll
never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his
hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He
taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only
knows how to show him.
Yes, technically he’s grabbing
Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?
living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him. But
Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student.
*This fic is basically about the development of
their relationship with each other which begins as a crazy crush then turns
into something serious, something real. Sooner or later, they have to deal with
problems as well. Angst, fluff, and porn… lot of porn.
Yuuri Katsuki has
been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child;
furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For
years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling
abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.
Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital
for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a
way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.
If only the Prince
didn’t have other ideas.
(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates
Yuuri and Viktor
are aiming for a third consecutive Grand Prix gold as the new skating season
rolls around. Halfway through the qualifiers, however, Yuuri realises that he’s
pregnant. He can either tell Viktor, who he knows would freak out and demand
that he withdraw from the Grand Prix, or he can keep his mouth shut, keep his
mate at bay, and win the gold that he’s worked so hard for.
Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.
So, fine, maybe Yuuri’s a little bored and lonely when he likes a dating profile claiming to be Viktor Nikiforov. And, maybe, he’s a little pathetic when he gets excited when the account messages him almost immediately after. And, he’s definitely stupid for falling in love with someone pretending to be his idol, but he can’t help it. It’s not like it’s the real Viktor Nikiforov, anyway. He knows someone is catfishing him, but he still falls ridiculously in love.
The new season is in full-swing, and Viktor is realizing just how much work it is to coach and compete, but the exhilaration is worth it. The pain in his leg is probably just from overworking. Probably. (Or the post-season one continuation fic no one really asked for.)
It was perfect. There was no music, no sound whatsoever, only Yuuri, dancing in front of him, toes sinking into the deliciously soft carpet, his movements fluent even off the ice and his eyes sparkling while he tried to show to Victor what his words had lacked to convey, making him hear the melody with his eyes while he watched every small gesture, every delicate step. It was all there on open display; their love unfolding for everyone to see.
Victor Nikiforov is back in competitive skating with Yuuri finally meeting him on the same ice. Victuuri. Post-Canon. BoyxBoy Rated M for smut. Lots of Fluff
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella’ Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).
“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”
If Yuuri had known that going to that high school party in the rich part of Hasetsu three weeks ago would result in him leaning over a toilet, body shaking, and abdomen cramping, he would’ve told Phichit that he wasn’t up to it.
But that bridge was already crossed and now the consequences were present. Very present.
He groaned, leaning over the cool porcelain with tears trailing down his face. How was he supposed to explain this to his parents?
How was he supposed to explain to his family that he’s pregnant?
More importantly, how was he going to tell the father?
So this is being engaged to a fellow skater: it’s trying to figure out whose sweats are whose, writing competition dates on the calendar in different colored pens, late-night arguments over sequins versus feathers, running out of the really good foot plasters after the shops have closed for the night.
The skating season continues (as skating seasons are wont to do), while Victor and Yuuri negotiate the shifts in their relationship, their careers, and their home rink.
“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”
Or: Victor Nikiforov finds out he has a son. He wants full custody.
Katsuki Yuuri isn’t going to give up his child that easily.
Or: Victor and Yuuri fight a custody battle for Yurio. Shit happens.
Or: Yuri Plisetsky starts with one parent, and ends up with two.
Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.
“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.”
Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”
“Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.
He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”
“What? You are an enigma.”
“I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times…” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.
Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids… but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor’s sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals…
After winning a bet, Yuuri had been overjoyed that he’d managed to avoid having a large, celebrity style wedding, in exchange for allowing Viktor to plan and have full control over their honeymoon. Yuuri had been mentally preparing himself for flamboyant luxury, only to land up in a ‘middle of nowhere’ town in provincial Russia.
“This was what you wanted to show me?”
“Yes!” He jumped on the spot. “Oh Yuuri, you don’t understand. This is where I learnt to skate!”
i wanted to tell them that i’d never had a friend, not ever, not a real one. until dante. i wanted to tell them that i never knew that people like dante existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds belonged to the heavens and weren’t meant to be shot down from their graceful flights by mean and stupid boys. i wanted to tell them that he had changed my life and that i would never be the same, not ever. and that somehow it felt like it was dante who had saved my life and not the other way around. i wanted to tell them that he was the first human being aside from my mother who had ever made me want to talk about the things that scared me. i wanted to tell them so many things and yet i didn’t have the words. so i just stupidly repeated myself. “dante’s my friend.”
Hello all! The old Master Tracking Document somehow got changed to read-only, so I’ve made a new one and taken steps to (hopefully) prevent anybody from changing permissions on this document. If anyone out there is a Google Drive wizard with tips on managing documents, please get in touch? I’d like to double-check that this won’t happen again. We have also had a request to put all transcripts into a folder or bundle for easy download and I don’t think any of us mods are clear on how to do that, so advice would be welcome!
Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:
I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m
There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never
And you know this
Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going,
TJLC fans created something out of nothing.
Even if that is that
case, why do you care?
Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though
series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a
sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.
Steven brought it up,
not us. Also, even if the series is
over, that doesn’t mean it’s over. They’ve
repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December
2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.
My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty
minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little
effort to maintain.
This is a lie.
“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way
comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the
Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people
didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because
it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was
directly quoting a series 4 episode.
Except most of us did
recognize this? What about your dancing
man code reference to Unto the Breach?
Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their
need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to
see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t
even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock
Whichever, why do you
care? Why would it be funny to you?
Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com
wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the
existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.
The lost special site
was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.
Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos
out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me
down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the
look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of
laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.
So the meanings we
found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything
else were all coincidences?
What do we say about
40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the
website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random.
Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it
into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and
had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that
one too much.) So I used that info
because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the
universe is often lazy.
“They were chosen at
random.” “The universe is rarely so
When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the
website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they
became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five
meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.
Yet you did the whole
thing in 20 minutes.
The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static
from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.
We know, 28 days
later. With Moriarty loaded in. Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.
The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I
got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo
was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the
colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I
left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those,
since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.
”That’s it. I didn’t
change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the
photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”
I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black
one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black
photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the
account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a
hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it
matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.
Then accept all our
MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous
Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.
(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in
DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO
SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.
There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I
used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for
more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no
For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much
time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few
letters, throwing a message into the source coding, and uploading the new website photo of John
and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and
keeping it private takes one minute.
photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more. Even searching for the first image you found
would have taken time.
Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do
this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all
did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into
something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own
narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a
fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and
allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues
where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where
you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.
Well all I get from
this is that we’re smarter than you are.
Learn from this.
Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can
see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that
doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.
Seriously? “Trust yourself when you can see that
something isn’t real or likely.”
Instincts are to be
Also, my instincts
have gotten me into a pretty good place.
I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is
fucky. We’ve seen this episode before.
A few final notes:
“And in conclusion
*jerk off motion*
I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people
attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel.
If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t
worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’
You cared enough to
I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on
Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue
until they get bored, too.
Read: I can’t say why
everything else is fucky too. Must be
more people like me.
The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is
twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but
I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would
post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.)
As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed
some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went
wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.
Then accept my follow
request. Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I
need to follow you to learn your secrets.
I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone
else did that, I don’t know who.
Nobody asked. Actually, I didn’t even know there was an
instragram account. Did anyone else
And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle
game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and
fandom “fucky” business.
Well, since you
brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living
posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too?
Wow. In charge of a scam
website. Oh, you don’t know about
that? Then why put it in there? Why, John?
Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.
Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.
12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.
I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl
Screeching into the Void” because I was so
happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every
moment. I also said this: “I feel like
there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on
it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t
expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and
feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped
in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two
weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an
even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)
But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the
party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when
you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh,
I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if
everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented
Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and
Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically
Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties
to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to
keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched
Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it
never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first
time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta
writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino
was saying and doing with this movie…
Being a meta writing, destiel shipper
with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess
what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange…
what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very
long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and
Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry?
Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)
I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a
SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is
obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as
does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:
Dean – Mr White (duh)
Mary – Mr Pink
Wally – Mr Brown
Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here
Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch
would be Joe here… its not too obvious)
Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)
Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:
Essentially meeting because of your interests in magical creatures.
Imagine him sitting you down and almost flying off the handle as he explains to you about his creatures. He pulls out his incomplete book, and points to things and facts excitedly, telling you with happy eyes how excited he was that he found someone who enjoyed them equally.
You smile widely at him as he comes to a stop, rubbing the back of his neck, now suddenly nervous and aware that you had been watching him acting so crazed.
While secretly, you admired his expressions and his attitude
Newt showing you the inside of his case, and smiling to himself as he watches you excitedly run around, pointing at creatures you knew, and asking questions about creatures you weren’t quite sure about.
Your curiosity and liveliness makes him feel alive himself.
You and he sitting in front of the Bowtruckle, watching as he tries to convince Pickett that everything is okay, and that they’re not bullying him. Your focus is on Newt completely though.
Seeing him so selfless and so caring for creatures that people think are dangerous makes your heart flutter.
He smiles at Pickett, and you smile at him. Newt turns his head and looks at you, now vicariously aware of how close you are. He clears his throat, sets Pickett on his shoulder and looks forward, shuffling his arms awkwardly.
You starting to refer to the newborn creatures as Newt and yours. “Our Children” “our babies” because you are spending so much time with them, that’s what it felt like they were.
Probably makes him blush.
Newt never being able to stand still around you.
Either he’s playing with his hands, jumping from one foot to another, or is making obscure gestures, he still finds it slightly difficult to stand still around you because he’s not completely sure what it is he’s feeling for you.
Also, avoiding eye contact as usual.
Though lately, you have noticed that he’s making more of an effort of maintaining eye contact for longer than his usual second.
Newt feeling the instant connection to you, though he’s worried that you don’t feel it as well.
If anything, Newt is just really nervous that he’s going to annoy you, or make you hate him.
Of course, you do feel something warm for him but you’re too shy to actually bring it up with him.
Newt probably wondering why exactly you want to be his friend.
He honestly, at times, thinks you just pity him.
He constantly asks, “do I not annoy you?”
“Is this too weird for you?”
“I have been known to annoy people quite frequently.”
“People do find me to be a bit… Eccentric if you will.”
Probably lets it slip that he wants to take you on a date in a way that he wasn’t expecting.
If you don’t think it involved one of the many mating dance he knows then?
“You make me feel so…”
He danced. Hoping you’d understand, to which, you didn’t and it ended with him laying on the ground, murmuring, “I just want to take you out on a date, at least once. I thought my mating dance would work—”
Having the pleasure of watching him adapt to getting comfortable and affectionate around you.
The man is a fan of forehead kisses, knuckle kisses and holding hands.
Especially holding hands. He probably still asks to hold yours even when you told him that he doesn’t need to ask.
Has this habit of always stretching an arm out to touch you. Whether or not he’s making actual contact, or if he’s just ghosting his fingertips around your aura, he feels the need to be close to you know that he knows it’s okay.
Convincing him to let you tie his bowtie rather than using magic. “It’s a no-maj thing, but I like helping you.”
The two of you enjoying each others company.
Cuddles, while he reads from his unfinished book about the research he had done that day.
Your first kiss not being perfect.
It was actually a rather fumbling, awkward situation. You butted heads with one another, you almost fell over.
But the moment Newt finally cupped your cheeks in his hands, and pressed his lips against yours, you felt the entire world fall away.
Soft, gentle and lingering kisses are his favorite, though he can honestly admit the occasional rough, more dominated sort are a surprise every once and a while.
Imagine him whispering things against your lips as he holds you close, his hands resting on the small of your back.
Newt kissing your nose, following every kiss on the lips.
You kissing the freckles on his face.
He totally gives you his jacket when you complain about the cold.
It drowns you, but you love the color, and it’s always so warm compared to you.
When Newt insists you give it back, because it’s no longer cold, you refuse and lay on it.
Running your fingers through his soft, thick hair.
Occasionally, when he lets you, the two of you sit together and you tangle flowers into his hair.
He finds it really relaxing. It’s even more so when he lays his head into your lap and shuts his eyes to focus on your hands running through his hair.
If you don’t think Niffler somehow got a hold of your engagement ring that Newt bought a few nights ago then?
Poor Newt probably had a heart attack when he couldn’t find it.
The stare-down he had with Niffler was intense until he finally gave in.
With a certain look, the creature admitted to taking it.
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Hey there! I'm always glad to see a new headcannon blog. Bless. Can I get general relationship headcannons for Jotaro? Like how he acts, what affection he shows and general fluff things. Thank you!
Jotaro is a very private person for the most of the time, and most people don’t even know he has an S/O (mostly for his partner’s safety). That is, of course, unless they’re so unfortunate as to hit on his s/o, in which case he’ll have Star Platinum running for their ass.
He is also a man of few words, so don’t expect a lot of compliments, cheesy lines, courtesy etc. Just a simple “You’re beautiful” or “You look fine” will do the work for him and he’ll be confused if his partner gets mad because he didn’t compliment them more. With a guy like Jotaro, his partner will be basically locked in his heart for life. He won’t love anyone but them, and though he might never say it, he would expect them to understand that.
On other hand, in private, Jotaro will be more affectionate, not the clingy or soapy-romantic way, he will enjoy his partner’s company even if they’re in the opposite sides of the room. Even his S/O’s voice will put him at ease.
PDA is very limited outside, only when they’re only the two of them he may show his soft side. Laying on the sofa and reading a book while his lover is on top of him is what he considers a sweet and peaceful afternoon. If his partner is asleep on top of him, Jotaro would run his hand through their hair, eventually dozing off himself.
Outside he will simply hold their hand, or if he feels comfortable enough he would wrap his hand around his partner’s shoulders or waist. Occasionally, he would steal little kisses if there are not many people around, if his partner do it, though, Jotaro wouldn’t mind it, generally, he doesn’t get easily embarrassed.
He would let his S/O wear his jacket or hat if they’re cold, but will grumble on about why his partner is so careless about their health. Secretly, though, it would be an huge turn on adorable sight for him seeing his partner in his jacket (his clothes, generally).
His lover might expect little gifts here and then, but they won’t be something big like plushies, expensive jewels, etc. And he would never give them himself (if it’s not for their birthday or some other celebration). His partner would just wake up one morning and find a lily/box of chocolates/small dolphin badge on the kitchen table with a small note next to it: “Have a great day.”