I haven’t drawn Vanderwood before, just for a change I tried to draw something for him. ( ° ∀°)
Btw, one important thing I want make it clear, I’m a simple person, I feel free to ship every pairing, I don’t hate or anti any ship, and respect everybody’s ship (because many people ship many different couples they’re like)
Hope you guys can respect each other.
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(Oh, one last thing, thanks to all the people who supporting me all the time, and forgive my bad English)
(I just put the attention below for everybody know)
Apparently I missed this last night…I know you guys are upset about your ship and we are all disappointed in Marlene for many reasons. BUT telling her to kill herself is completely unacceptable. She’s not the first one to be targeted over “ship wars” on PLL. And the fact that she had to call one fandom out is really appalling.
Lindsey Shaw has been attacked repeatedly in the past, you guys telling her to kill herself over a ship. And you know what she responded with then? “I already tried in December.”
Think about that.
Don’t like paily? I don’t care. Don’t like Paige? I don’t care. Don’t like any ship? I don’t care.
But telling these people to kill themselves? Yeah I care about that
if Hamilton had come out during the Glee Era, this is what the episode basically would be
- Opening scene: ND in the classroom talking among themselves. Schue walks in wearing full period costume. Everyone is confused and a little ashamed. Schue tells them he’s discovered they’re all failing history, and one of them tells him history is just SO BORING.
- cut to a scene of somehow all the kids in the same class in various stages of unconsciousness while a Professor Binns type teacher drones on about the war of 1812.
- Schue assures them history is TOTALLY COOL, informs them about Hamilton, tries to white rap his way through either Guns and Ships or Yorktown. Santana makes that “why am I surrounded by white fools” face that she always makes. Hamilton is the assignment this week, even though COMPETITION looms in the future, but when have they ever actually practiced before the week of?
- Blaine has been super friendly with some guy from Dalton or from Hairgellers Anonymous or something, is constantly liking his posts on FB. Kurt sings “Burn” over a montage of Blaine ignoring him in ridiculous situations that no one would ever be on their phone during.
- Rachel has decided this week is one of the weeks where she’s aggressive about becoming a star, sings Satisfied.
- Tensions are getting high, so Artie flawlessly white boy raps through “What’d I Miss” while Mike dances, to lighten the mood.
- The kids are learning about Hamilton, but Schue is worried they’re not REALLY learning the point he’s trying to get at.
- Probably the Unholy Trinity sings “Schuyler Sisters”
- Schue walks back in on the kids excitedly talking about the show and/or history in general. Smiles that smile he smiles when he thinks he’s a good teacher. “See you guys? History is now. You’re the founding fathers. You’re the underdogs. Your time is coming, you just have to wait for it.”
- New Directions: YEAH!
- The group sings “Wait for It” in the auditorium either in full costume, or wearing just vaguely matching outfits. Finn takes lead, but Mercedes comes in on the middle solo.
- They all smile at each other at the end, while Schue makes that face again.
- Sue is in the background glowering that ND has managed to not fall apart yet again.
Ford leaned against the gates beside his brother. They were currently outside the gates of Wildwood Middle School, Piedmont, waiting to pick Dipper and Mabel up from school. They had arrived in California unannounced. They’d docked the Stan O’ War II over in Emeryville and had been picked up by Dipper and Mabel’s parents. Neither party had told the kids they were coming - it was a surprise. It was roughly two months into the school year and two months since the older Pines twins had first set sail on the Stan O’ War. They had decided to pay the kids a visit. Dipper and Mabel’s father, Jason, had been overjoyed to discover that his supposedly ‘dead’ Uncle Stanley was actually still alive and that Ford was here too. It had been a fairly tearful reunion on both parts - Ford had barely met his nephew before and he’d been elated to finally get to know him properly. The younger twins’ mother, Kristen, was really pleased to meet them too.
“What time did Kristen say the kids finished?” Ford looked over at Stan. “Three, wasn’t it?”
Stan checked his watch. “Yeah, they should have been out by now, surely.”
As if on cue, a loud bell rang out across the school grounds and a minute later kids started filing out, meeting up with their parents and friends and leaving. The older Pines twins scanned the sea of children for any sight of Mabel and/or Dipper. After five minutes, Mabel’s familiar cheery voice could be heard over the crowd. Stan and Ford stayed put, waiting for her to get closer. Mabel walked right past them, barely able to see them beyond the taller kids either side of her. She seemed to be looking for her parents.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Stan called.
Mabel whirled round and gasped. A wide smile instantly spread across her face and she ran towards them. “GRUNKLE STAN! GRUNKLE FORD!” She exclaimed, running up to them and embracing both of them in tight hugs. “What are you doing here?!”
“Well, we were passing California and thought we’d come and visit you.” Ford was beaming, hugging her tightly. “We docked the boat over in Emeryville.”
“We couldn’t resist coming to see you,” Stan grinned, lifting Mabel up and embracing her tightly. The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling.
“It’s so good to see you too! What’s the boat like? Have you found any monsters? Have you found any treasure?!”
“Relax, pumpkin,” Stan chuckled, setting Mabel back down again. “We’ll explain everything when we get home.”
“You’re staying with us?!” Ford didn’t think it was possible for Mabel’s smile to get any bigger, but he was proved wrong. “Really?!”
“Yep,” Ford grinned. “We’ll be staying in the spare room at your place,”
“How long will you be staying?”
“Dunno,” Stan shrugged. “Until your parents get fed up and kick us out.” He smirked.
Ford laughed. “That could either be in an hour or a month.”
“Dipper’s gonna be so happy to see you guys!” Mabel turned round, scanning the crowd for her twin. “When he eventually gets out.”
Ford stood on the tips of his toes to look over the heads of the parents in the crowd. For a moment, he was looking for the familiar blue and white pine tree cap, but then remembered the boy had traded hats with the ginger Mystery Shack employee (Wendy? Was that her name?) before they had left Gravity Falls. Sure enough, he soon spotted the boy amongst the crowd. “Dipper!”
Dipper perked up as he heard his name being called. He frowned. That couldn’t be who he thought it was, could it? No, they were out on the boat - That was until he saw Grunkle Ford’s head above those of the other parents. “Grunkle Ford!” He rushed forward, shoving kids out of the way.
A split second later, Ford had been tackled by the young boy. He laughed, scooping Dipper up into his arms and hugging him tightly. “Good to see you too!”
Dipper laughed, his deerstalker hat lying lopsided on his head, as he wrapped his arms around Ford. “What are you doing here?”
“We were sailing past California and decided to come and see you.” Ford grinned, putting Dipper down beside his sister. “We’ll be staying at your place for a little while.”
“Really?!” Dipper’s reaction mirrored his sister’s. “Wait… we?”
Stanley laughed. “Hey, where’s my hug?”
“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper ran over to the other man, hugging him equally as tightly. “You’re here too?!”
“Course. What, you thought Ford left me on the boat so he could see you all by himself?” Stan chuckled, hoisting Dipper up into his arms for a better hug. “No way was I staying put on the boat!”
“Come on, you guys!” Mabel grabbed Ford’s hand and started dragging him towards where the car was parked. “Let’s go! I’ve got so much cool stuff to show you!”
Ford laughed and looked over his shoulder at Stanley. “Yeah, Stan, come on! I can’t drive, remember?”
Stanley scoffed and put Dipper down, following his brother and Mabel over to where they’d parked their parents’ car (they’d borrowed the family Volvo). “Only because you forgot how to,”
Ford tried to look indignant, which was kind of difficult with a hyperactive thirteen-year-old clinging to his wrist. “Hey! It’s not my fault I didn’t drive for thirty or so years while I was lost!”
Stanley shoved his brother’s shoulder playfully as he caught up to them, Dipper by his side. “Yeah, I know, Poindexter. Those alien cars were too weird, huh?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult they are to steal - I mean operate?” Ford coughed.
Stanley burst out laughing. “You tried to steal one? My brother, Mr Couldn’t-Even-Take-Free-Samples? Didn’t that Sanchez guy ever lend you his car?”
“A) It was a ship, not a car,” Ford held up a finger. “And B) No, he was always the one driving.”
Stanley rolled his eyes as they got to the car. He climbed into the driver’s side. Ford went to open the passenger side door, but Mabel beat him to it. “I wanna sit up front!”
“No fair!” Dipper protested. “You had shotgun on the way here!”
“Did not. You’re lying,” Mabel stuck her tongue out at him.
Ford gently pushed Mabel out the way and stood in front of the door to the front passenger seat. “Right, how about I get shotgun privilege, since you can’t decide who gets it?”
“No!” Both of the younger twins cried in unison. “That’s not fair!”
“Grunkle Ford Mabel had it on the way here!” Dipper protested.
Ford shrugged. “Maybe I want to sit in the front seat for a change?”
Stanley was laughing. “Just sit in the front, Mabel.” he chuckled. “But Dipper gets shotgun on the next two trips, okay?”
Mabel stuck her tongue out at Dipper again and climbed into the front seat, dumping her school bag on the floor. “Thanks Grunkle Stan!”
Dipper pouted and got into the driver’s side rear seat. Ford sat next to him and pulled his seatbelt on. “It’s alright Dipper. You get shotgun next turn, anyway.”
Dipper smirked. “Okay,”
Stanley started the car and adjusted the rearview mirror. “Seatbelts on?”
“Yes!” The three passengers said simultaneously.
Stan looked in the mirror at his brother. “Was that really necessary?”
Ford crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. “Yep, now would you just drive?”
Stanley rolled his eyes and put the car into gear before pulling out into the road and heading back towards the kids’ house. Ford leaned back in the seat, one arm around Dipper’s shoulders. Dipper leaned against him. “So,” Dipper said. “What’s the boat like?”
“It’s not bad, actually,” Stan said. “McGucket helped us with a lot of the construction, so as you can imagine it’s got a lot of tech built into it. He somehow managed to invent and then integrate a filtration system that filters all the crud and salt out of the seawater and then even heats it so we can have a functioning shower and taps and everything. That way we don’t have to make frequent stops at ports to have the water tanks refreshed.”
“He also hooked up fully functional solar panels so we could have a constant source of power,” Ford added. “He’s found a way to use the panels to charge a main battery in the boat so that we have power during rainy days too. There are several backup batteries on board too.”
“He even managed to set up a system so that we could have constant phone and internet signal.” Stan said. “The man’s a genius.”
“So you can, like, watch TV and stuff while you’re on the boat?” Dipper grinned. “That’s awesome.”
“Well, no, on account of the fact that we don’t have a television on board,” Ford pointed out. “As much as Stanley wanted to have one, it would use far too much power. We each have a laptop, though, and plenty of books.”
“What! No TV?” Mabel gasped. “How on Earth can you manage without TV?”
Ford laughed. “That’s what Stanley said, but he’s been just fine so far.”
“So far,” Stan emphasised. “Trust me, I’m slowly going insane on that boat what with Ford’s incessant rambling.”
“I do not ramble!” Ford said indignantly. “I have perfectly meaningful conversations with myself!”
“First sign of madness - talking to yourself.” Stan pointed out. “Face it, Poindexter, you’re losing it.”
Ford laughed. “Of course I’m insane if I spent the last two months stuck on a boat with you.”
Stanley glared in the mirror at his brother, only causing Ford to laugh again. “You know I can still throw you overboard in your sleep.”
“I can swim,” Ford crossed his arms. “Plus, I know you wouldn’t throw me over.”
“Could we see the boat?” Mabel asked. “It sounds really cool!”
“Of course! We could take you down after dinner, if you wanted,” Stan offered as he pulled into the driveway. The kids immediately jumped out and ran up to the front door. Ford climbed out, soon followed by his brother. Stanley locked the car and followed the kids up to the front door. Dipper unlocked the door and let them in.
“Mom! Dad! We’re home!” He called.
“Why didn’t you tell us Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford would be here?!” Mabel demanded as her mother came out of the kitchen.
Kristen laughed. “It was meant to be a surprise! They arrived a couple of hours ago.”
Mabel turned and glared at Stan, smirking slightly. “So you told them you were coming but you didn’t tell us?!”
Stan put his hands up in defence, grinning. “Hey, you were happy to see us, weren’t you?”
There was a snort from the kitchen before a small pink blur knocked Stan over and started licking his face. The man laughed and lifted the pig off his chest. “Good to see you too Waddles.”
Ford knelt down and gave the pig an affection scratch behind the ear. Waddles snorted happily before trotting off into the living room. Ford stood back up straight and looked at Kristen. “So you weren’t particularly against having a pig in the house?”
“No, he’s surprisingly well trained,” Kristen looked to where the pig was settling down into a small dog bed. “No mess and he barely leaves hair anywhere.”
Dipper grabbed Ford’s hand and started dragging him towards the stairs. “C’mon Grunkle Ford you gotta see our bedroom!”
“Hold on Dipper,” Ford laughed. “Let me take my shoes off first.” Dipper waited all of thirty seconds while Ford removed his shoes before dragging him up the stairs again. Mabel dragged Stan upstairs too. The kids showed Stan and Ford all their schoolwork, pictures, projects and everything they’d been doing since they left Gravity Falls. Dipper showed Ford a journal he’d been writing in, similar to Ford’s own journals, and Mabel showed Stan all the new sweaters she’d knitted. She presented both of her grunkles with a new sweater each. Ford’s was a deep navy blue with a golden six-fingered hand embroidered on the front. Stan’s was dark red with his ‘Order of the Holy Mackerel’ logo on the front.
At about five o’clock, Kristen called up the stairs. “Dinner’s ready!”
Mabel and Dipper instantly dropped whatever they had been holding and rushed downstairs. Ford and Stan followed them. They sat down at the large dining table in the kitchen just as Kristen was setting down plates of lasagne portions in front of the kids. She gave another plate each to Stan, Ford and her husband before taking her own and sitting down.
“So,” Kristen started. “What sort of things do you eat on the boat?”
“Dried and canned things, mostly,” Ford said. “We’ve got a freezer on board, so we can have frozen meat, veg and fish too, but nothing anywhere near as good as this,” he placed a forkful of lasagna in his mouth.
Stan was wolfing down his food at a rapid pace and nodded. Ford whacked his shoulder. “Stan! Eat properly, not like a pig!”
Waddles gave an indignant snort, causing the family to chuckle. Stan swallowed. “I’m not that bad!”
“At least chew your food, don’t inhale it.” Ford rolled his eyes and kept eating. He looked across the table at the kids. “How was school?”
Dipper seemed to go quiet as Mabel instantly burst into a speech about everything she’d done. “Well, first off in Chemistry we got to make crystals, then in Biology we dissected a kidney, then in Art we got to draw any creature we wanted - I drew Waddles, obviously, and Dipper drew a gnome - then in English we had to write a short story, then in -”
Ford seemed to zone out to what Mabel was saying, more focused on Dipper. The boy had his hands folded in his lap and his head was down, his dinner sitting on the table forgotten. He kept clenching his eyes shut and wiping them with the back of his hand. Ford cleared his throat and put his fork down. “Dipper? How was your day?”
Dipper seemed startled by the question, rubbing his eyes furiously. “Oh, it was… it was fine. Kind of boring, really,”
Ford frowned as the boy kept eating, albeit slowly. He decided not to press the issue any further at the dinner table. Mabel was still excitedly telling her parents all about the story she had written in English. Once they had all finished eating and the kids were excused from the table, Dipper went straight back upstairs. Ford heard him slam the bedroom door shut. Mabel, however, frowned and went into the living room and began watching TV. Waddles trotted after her and sat on the floor in front of the couch.
Ford rose from the table. “Excuse me a moment,” he said, tucking his chair in and heading upstairs to the kids’ room. He knocked on the door gently. “Dipper?”
Ford heard sniffling from behind the door, before a quiet “Come in,” was heard. The man turned the doorknob and let himself in. Dipper was sat on his bed cross-legged and wiping his eyes. Ford closed the door quietly behind him and sat beside the boy.
“Care to tell me what’s wrong?”
Dipper stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. “.. have you ever felt like no matter what, people are still really mean to you, even if they don’t know you?”
Ford bit his lip and weighed his options. He could approach this question in several different ways. He could ask why Dipper felt this way, give a quick laugh and assure the boy that he had, or reassure Dipper that he was a perfectly wonderful young man who didn’t deserve the treatment he was getting. He opted for the straightforward answer. “Yes, unfortunately these -” He held up his hands and moved his extra fingers “- meant that, without even getting to know me first, my classmates treated me horribly.”
Dipper nodded, quietly avoiding Ford’s concerned gaze. He wrung his hands in his lap, biting his lip nervously. “Right… should have guessed that…”
Ford laid a hand on Dipper’s shoulder gently. “Trouble with kids at school?”
The boy nodded, tears stinging his eyes again. “Yeah, they keep picking on me, and calling me mean names,”
“Can I ask what?” Ford asked gently.
“Dipshit, dipstick, starboy and… uh…” Dipper bit his lip harder, almost enough to draw blood. “Freak,”
Ford felt an icy chill go down his spine. He was more than used to hearing others call himself a freak, but to learn that Dipper was also on the receiving end of such insults was sickening. His grip on the boy’s shoulder tightened momentarily. He loosened his grip, pulling Dipper closer to sit in his lap. He shuffled back on the bed, sitting up against the wall. “Di - Mason, can I tell you something?”
Dipper, still unused to hearing his real name from anyone other than his parents, took a moment to answer. “Yeah,”
Ford swallowed and took a deep breath. “When I was growing up, between the ages of four and eighteen, I had a similar experience to yourself. People took one look at my hands and decided that, as I was different, I should be punished. At every opportunity, I was insulted, shouted at, shoved, punched, kicked, beaten and I was frequently the primary target in food fights. After a while, I’d had enough” He held his left hand out in front of Dipper. “See that scar?”
Dipper held Ford’s hand in both of his own, looking at the thin scar running across the knuckle of his sixth finger. “Yeah,”
Ford took another deep breath. “I was fifteen when I did that. I locked myself in the bathroom one evening with a knife and attempted to remove my finger. I thought that maybe, if I got rid of the extra fingers, I could be normal. People would stop picking on me and I could finally get along with my peers.” His hand was shaking slightly, his voice beginning to crack. The memory was still painful. “I was a fool, and if hadn’t been for Stanley, I would have succeeded. He broke the door down and brought me straight to a hospital. He made it absolutely clear to me that removing my extra fingers was not the solution. It took me thirty years drifting through all sorts of interdimensional horror to realise that.”
Dipper was quiet, his mind processing everything that Ford had said. He hadn’t expected his great uncle to confess something like that. His thumb ran absentmindedly back and forth across Ford’s scar. “I sometimes wear make-up,” he eventually said. “To cover up my birthmark. I use Mom’s foundation. That’s why I always used to wear my pine tree hat, ‘cause it pushed my hair down over my forehead so nobody would see it.” The boy turned around so he was sitting facing Ford. “I don’t like wearing makeup, but it’s the only thing that stops them laughing at me. They laugh at me for wearing makeup, too,”
Ford sighed quietly, pulling Dipper into a hug. He laid his chin on top of Dipper’s head. “It’s tough,” he said quietly. “Especially when it’s not something like a person’s weight, which can be altered with some effort.”
He felt Dipper tremble in his arms and felt something wet seeping into the top of his shirt. He stroked Dipper’s back gently. “It’s okay… shh… it’s okay…”
Dipper laid his cheek against Ford’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ford lifted his sleeve to dry the boy’s tears. Ford ran all six of his fingers through his nephew’s hair soothingly. “It’s going to be alright, Mason. I know your classmates’ behaviour may tell you otherwise, but the biggest supporter of you is yourself.” He kissed the top of Dipper’s head gently. “You’ve always got Mabel too. You’ve always got your twin by your side, which is more than can be said for some people.”
Dipper nodded, wiping his nose on a tissue. “Yeah, I guess. She’s got so many friends, though. I don’t want to be a burden on her.”
Ford squeezed Dipper’s hand. “I felt the same way when I was at school. My brother had the potential to have a lot of friends, but he constantly spent his time keeping bullies away from me. He could have been very popular if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was protecting me. But let me tell you something: he wouldn’t change his actions for the world. You can ask him - he doesn’t regret any of it. I’m sure Mabel would be more than happy to spend time with you.”
Dipper smiled. “Thanks, Grunkle Ford.”
Ford smiled. He turned Dipper round to face him. “Besides, I’m sure you remember some of those curses from the journals. If people continue to give you trouble, have at it.”
Dipper laughed and hugged his uncle. “Thanks Grunkle Ford, seriously.”
Ford hugged him back and ruffled his hair. “No problem. Now, what do you say we got and get some ice cream from the parlour down the road?”
Dipper smiled and got to his feet, pulling Ford up off the bed. “Sure.”
Hii could you one post-first kiss where Betty and Jughead are confused as to where they stand relationship wise and Trev asks Betty out again in front of all her friends and while everyone but jughead is urging her to say yes, she's unsure?
He watched her, all the time, he was always watching her, his eyes now almost always drawn to those soft lips he had kissed less than a week ago.
For the amount of time he was staring at her, he managed to avoid her eyes at all costs, only being around her when their friends were close by. What was he supposed to say?
“Hey Betty, I know you probably don’t feel the same way but I’d like to kiss you again. All the time If that’s okay?”
His deep gaze on the back of her blonde ponytail was interrupted when Veronica squealed, pulling her phone up!
“Gossip alert. B, pay attention this ones about you.”
Betty instantly snapped her head up from her tray
“Me? What about me?” She looked nervous, fidgety. He wanted to tell her it was fine, not to worry.
He didn’t, he just dug back into his chips, keeping his eyes on the raven haired drama queen.
“Well rumor has it, that little date you went on with trev? It went much better than you told us annnndd he plans on asking you out again. Ginger Lopez heard it straight from the source.”
Betty blushed, her eyes meeting jugheads for the first time in days.
He didn’t look away this time, just stared at her. Trev? You had to be kidding me. As if one date wasn’t enough.
Who was he kidding, one date with Betty Cooper would never be enough. Not for anyone.
Kevin clapped excitedly and Valerie tossed a grape at Betty, raising a brow.
“Trev? That delicious piece of chocolate? Girl, you’re one lucky cat.”
Archie shoved her playfully
Valerie giggled “just saying.”
He watched as Betty placed a comforting hand on Veronica’s shoulder, the ladder looking almost heartbroken. Leave it to Betty, to think of others while she was on the spot.
Shaking her shoulders and throwing Betty a grateful smile
“Anyway, you have to take him up on his offer, the winter formal is coming up and you two would look so cute together.”
Kevin nodded “for sure, I totally ship this. You two can be the new Beyoncé and jay z of this school.”
As Kevin and Veronica went back and forth, naming power couples , betty was laughing nervously
“I don’t know about that, I’m not really interested.” She threw Jughead a quick glance, trying to gauge his reaction. He tried to remain impassive, inside? He was fuming. Couldn’t they see she didn’t want to date that imbecile?
“Oh please Betty , you have to give it a try, all guys are awkward on their first dates, right Archie?” Veronica turned to Archie.
Archie shrugged lazily,
“She has a point, you can’t really go off of first dates, ya know what you should do?”
Betty shifted her shoulders “what?”
“Kiss him, it’s the only way to really know if there’s chemistry.”
Alright screw this.
Slamming his hands on the table, Jughead stood up, leveling everyone at the table with his glare.
“She doesn’t have to talk to him, she doesn’t have to go out with him and she most definitely doesn’t have to kiss him! She said she wasn’t interested, drop it.” He threatened.
Betty’s eyes were wide and she was staring at him, the hint of a smile gracing her face.
Veronica was not about to let that slide
“What does it matter to you jug? The cocky smirk was a permanent feature on Veronica’s face.
He shook his head, well here goes nothing
“It matters to me because I’m courting Betty.”
Did he just say courting?
Suddenly he heard the soft giggle come from his favorite blonde. Turning his head to her he looked at her with a questioning smile
She grabbed his hand from across the table and smiled bigger than he had ever seen.
“You heard the man, I’m being courted.”
The whole table erupted with questions, but Jughead didn’t care, those lips he loved so much were currently gracing him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
Returning her smile he knew this was far from over.
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:
hunk and keith headcanons [insert sunglasses emoi]
“so hunk…how do you feel about cryptids?” “oh god. you’re just like pidge.” “don’t worry. we’ll convert you.”
a month later// hunk: i’ve decided my favorite cryptid is the jackalope. it’s cute and seems arguably nonviolent keith: oh that’s a good one. my favorite cryptid is pidge pidge, in the other room: i Heard that
hunk tries to help make the food coran cooks more palatable for all of them but keith is such a fucking picky eater when he’s able to be
hunk: how is it that you ate canned pears for months at a time and were satisfied but now that you’re in space you’ve decided to get all choosy
hunk is a really nice guy but that doesn’t mean that he won’t stand up for himself lmao so keith gives him an attitude he gives it right back
keith is secretly impressed
keith wants to be as strong as hunk wtf…hunk could lift the whole ship if he wanted to probably
but hunk is modest so keith says this to him one day and he almost passes out
keith’s work here is done
hunk is the only person who can make keith laugh until he cries and nobody else understands it it’s a fucking anomaly
how does he do it? teach them hunk
keith feels most comfortable discussing concerns with hunk or shiro but because shiro is having such a tough time he starts going to hunk more and it’s really so hard for him to open up to people but it seems so nonthreatening when it’s hunk he’s talking to…it’s weird but he can dig it
and hunk never judges him or makes him feel unintelligent for asking about something most people probably know or think is common knowledge and keith really appreciates that
plus hunk is literally always both dying and on fire so he can understand the need for reassurance
which is actually a great plus side to being friends with keith too because he never gives anything but the reality and that’s very grounding for hunk and his anxiety like keith never makes up anything just to make him feel better he describes the situation as it is
on the flip side keith also causes hunk’s heart rate to skyrocket because he’s always doing some type of dangerous shit that everyone has heavily advised against
hunk: are you really sure you wanna do that we’ve all discussed at great length how much of a horrible idea that is keith: …anyways [does it]
keith is touch starved as hell even if he won’t admit it and hunk is the team’s Official Hug Dealer
hunk has had to carry keith away from a fight so many fucking times. can keith calm the hell down. hunk just slings him over his shoulder and walks away with him while keith seethes like an angry cat.
keith cannot get over how strong hunk is. he tried to pick up hunk’s bayard while in gun form and almost broke his spine. what the fuck.
keith: so is hunk a nickname or…? hunk: no that’s my real name keith: hm. fitting. hunk: [screaming with his mouth closed]
hunk and pidge are So Smart it’s wild y’all. at first when they started talking to each other while keith was in the room he felt like they were speaking a different language but he’s like learning by osmosis and now he can understand like 20% of their technical talk
hunk: refers to something using the highly complex technical jargon no one but him understands keith: the what hunk: i’m so sorry. the tool to your right.
the nausea hunk experiences while in flight never really goes away even after they start flying on a daily basis so sometimes hunk will lay on the couch dying silently and keith will just rub his tummy
* I knew the second Cheryl gave Veronica the Vixens she’d commit suicide. Anyone seen 13 reasons why? The first sign of suicide: Giving away things that you love
* I was ready to tear Archie into shreds but nope, came out he just wanted to be Veronica’s soul mate. You are, Archiekins
* Ronnie ships Bughead, guys
* I hate Hermione Lodge and Penelope Blossom. Worst parents of the year award goes to them
* On the other hand, FP wins best parent of the year award. He gave Jug Hot Dog and made sure he wasn’t alone. I want him out of jail NOW
* Have y'all seen how vulnerable Alice looked when she told Betty about her son? No makeup, no fancy clothes. Just her. I love her.
* I’m not the biggest fan of Ronnie but I like how she took care of Cheryl and tried to befriend Jug
* Josie is a good person. I like her. And looking at her parents, I understand why she’s a bitch sometimes
* I want Cheryl to leave her mom and move in with Ronnie. Then I want Ronnie to bitch slap her mom for being a heartless whore
* 10 bucks it was someone hired by the Sheriff or the mayor to hang that shit up on Betty’s locker
* Another 10 bucks it was someone hired by Hirem to kill Fred
* I need a gazillion gifs of that love reveal and another gazillion gifs of that make out session. I knew Jug wasn’t awkward during sex. He’s a fucking man
* Btw can I have a copy of Jug on my front door? He’s so fucking hot
* I like Varchie but tbh I screamed all the time to get back to Bughead. That shit was hot and I was surprised they’d go all the way THAT fast
* Btw Kudos to Betty for that speech. And of course the love of her life was the first one to applaud
* Betty stop worrying about Jug being a Serpent now. They proved time and time again that they’re loyal and good people. I mean, have you seen the kids laughing with Jug? They’re cool. Also, now you have a hot biker gang boyfriend who punches assholes who dishonor you (I’m jealous)
* Did anyone get a glimpse on Hot Dog? He looked like a Lab or a Goldie but FINALLY HOT DOG
* I need Archie’s song as MP3
Summary: TOO MANY FEELINGS I WON’T SURVIVE THE HIATUS UNTIL SEASON 2!
Did I mention Jughead Jones was so fucking hot this episode?
A mess of beautiful tiny headcanons that Sid and I bounced around with each other that somehow spiraled into a gym centered universe. Thanks to this post for bringing @thomasjeffer-sin and I together.
Jefferson wears basketball shorts and tank tops with his arm holes cut all the way down the side.
Totally buys them that way, even though they’re somehow more expensive than tank tops with more fabric on them because #fashion
Plus it shows off his arms while also giving everyone in the gym a peak at his abs
Not like he doesn’t take strategic breaks to wipe his sweaty face with said shirt to reveal his abs but he’s not gonna admit to it.
He will admit to being addicted to Instagram and snapchat—but only because there’s photographic evidence of copious gym selfies
One photo pre-work out and then another photo post-work out because he enjoys seeing his tanks stained with sweat to prove just how hard he pushed himself
also another photo to show a smoothie w/ pre-work out in the mix
Sometimes he has those track shorts and everyone is just like *eyes emoji* dem thighs tho
He just wants everyone to know that he’s got a hot body under all of his fancy colored suits
He’s half there for attention and half there because he’s super strict with himself about his body and staying in shape because maybe he’s insecure about himself otherwise
Madison acts like his hype man but DANG. He’s always around Madison and ALWAYS comparing himself to Madison. Like Madison is just like naturally built??? To hold so much muscle??? They went to the gym together once and Jefferson was just floundering trying to keep up.
Madison probably has his bad days with his health stuff but when he does go to the gym Jefferson is blown away like can you not?? How can you have this much stamina but also need to have low activity days. But even on days he doesn’t work out Madison sometimes tags along to spot him.
Lafayette and Jefferson would start going to the gym together out of convenience. Like one day they show up at the same time and they normally don’t talk outside of the gym but they’re both there so they might as well. And then they’re going to the gym together purposefully, spotting each other, giving each other work out tips. And then they’re joking around outside of the gym. And in whatever gym-centric universe this is that’s how they became buds.
Can we talk about Lafayette being a good spotter… Of beautiful guys around like gym like wowie Jefferson did you see that guy’s ASS?
And Jefferson is like “Oh my God, no” and then quietly follows said person with his eyes in the gym mirrors because #denial
The muscular men they watch together. The muscular men they become together.
Also you know Laf gives Jefferson shit about the open-side tanks he wears. Teases him relentlessly about them.
They come to an Understanding at the gym and they can be gym rat buddies.
Hamilton can’t handle them. Like once they get really buddy-buddy, like so friendly it overlaps into office life, he’s just like ??? When? How?
Thomas also probably has a literal forehead sweat band with some dumb text on it but then the next day he offers Lafayette one and he accepts it even though he’s made fun of him for it, too
And Lafayette probably encourages him with cheat days. Fucking mac and cheese.
MAC AND CHEAT DAYS
(HERE’S WHERE I DIED Sid killed me with that one RIP)
He makes ^ that a slogan on a custom take top (ft. deep arm holes) for Jefferson. It’s bright neon yellow.
Lafayette gets his own tank top and it probably says Guns & Ships on it to point out all those arm days (and cheesy Hamilton reference…)
Hercules probably has a HUNK-ules shirt
He’s also a beast at the gym no one tries to compete with his deadweights
And also I feel like he’s the Originator of the headbands.
John is probably just a cardio and light weights guy? Maybe a swimmer?
Swimmer John 100% I can get behind swimmer John very much. Much shoulders.
Another thing that works: Boxer!John
Boxer and Swimmer John Laurens
So Alex starts feeling Left Out by his friends like why the fuck do you all go to the gym??
Alex doesn’t get why everyone is just gyming it up for some reason. He can’t wrap his head around it. He’s much more content to not get involved in that until he’s texting people for plans to hang out and everyone is at the gym and he’s alone in his room like #why
John tries to invite him down to the pool to swim with him “Come on! It’s relaxing! You need to learn to unwind!”
But Ham probably doesn’t enjoy swimming if its in bodies of water taller than him. He needs to be able to touch the bottom and doesn’t find doing laps in a giant pool and nearly drowning relaxing. Sweating is not relaxing. Sitting and reading is relaxing. How is picking up heavy things relaxing? How does John even hold his breath for that long? (Heh. Well u see…)
John is like “there are lots of positives to going to the gym…” and Alex is like “I get the whole health thing, but I’m still not convinced” and John starts telling him about how attractive everyone is at the gym and Alex just says “Can I borrow a sweatband?”
Meanwhile Burr’d be so chill about the gym as opposed to the other guys
He slowly works his way up to hard stuff. Lifts way less than he can actually lift just to make sure he doesn’t push too hard too fast. Eventually works his way up to what the other boys are lifting but has far fewer complaints about soreness. Makes sure to do a bunch of stretching before he does anything. And his cool-down routine is like half of his gym visit. Really into yoga and shit.
YOGA BURR!!!! (Alex will call him Yogi Burr the little shit)
He wears leggings and soft cotton shirts and he’s beautiful. So centered. So handsome.
Uses that upper body strength to do poses like this
Also: Burr being a beginner’s yoga instructor to make extra money
All the Schuyler sisters probably do yoga along with Burr—at least Eliza
Eliza and Burr yoga friendship!!!
They have their little yoga mats and they sit by each other in class and they work on their flexibility together.
Peggy could be a swimmer too I don’t see her as much of a yoga person for long because she needs to be moving.
And then one day the boys finally drag Alexander to the gym and insist he tries yoga
Hamilton probably can’t even touch his toes and either way spends the entire time watching Burr
Because BURR’S ASS IN YOGA PANTS DOING THAT POSE
his arms his legs his ass his abs when his shirt rides up…
Burr’s face is so calm yet serious, he’s focusing so hard and is in the ZONE it’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s making it impossible for others to focus
T A L K LESS M E D I T A T E MORE !!! (aka Burr’s new tank top)
Burr probably kicks Ham out because Ham can’t sit still or stay quiet and he will not have his Space ruined
also side note: all of the Schuyler sisters’ yoga gear is the color of their respective dresses.
They all have WERK shirts
After the yoga fiasco, Ham goes into the main gym and he is Intimidated but catches sight of someone lifting their shirt to wipe their face (u know that move) and holy hell those glistening abs and then the guy drops the shirt and it’s Jefferson and Hamilton almost runs out–he CANNOT
Imagine: Hamilton agreeing to swim with John to hide an unfortunate boner. (For Burr. For Jefferson. For Both.)
John totally catches on, too. “Alex, why don’t you try a back stroke? Your face would be out of the water the whole time so it’d be nearly impossible to drown.” “Enough, John.”
Lafayette probably has one of those at home pull up bars that go on the door
Laf leaves it up when he knows Hamilton is coming over just to get at him and Hamilton’s like MAN take a BREAK.
He probably lifts Hamilton up just so he can reach it but there’s no way he can actually pull himself up
Alex would just hang on it for as long as he could like “I can handle this. I’m getting ready. I’m about to do it.” And Laf is like “I’m not judging you. You can hop down if you want.” And Ham’s arms and hands are burning and he’s like “No I’m gonna do it.” Then John comes up from behind him and pokes his sides and Hamilton is forced to drop because John is a dirty side poker.