it gives me too many feelings

rachelofcyberia  asked:

hey don't lay across my dash, I had important papers there. BUT ANYWAY do you know about Caesar and Vincingetorix? Imagine Ren as Caesar, conquering hero, and Hux the leader of the vanquished army willingly gives himself up so the rest of his tribe isn't slaughtered.

thank you so much for this idea i love it!!!! <3 

i have way too many feelings about historical aus it’s ridiculous (like i’ve fully plotted out three i’m a mess) 

AND I DIDN’T BEFORE BUT LET ME TELL YOU i looked up Vercingetorix and wow that would be a fucking great story and could fit their characters so well. Hux kills his father and starts building up the revolt (with Phasma as his right hand woman ofc). and as he’s amassing this great army and being named as king Ren starts paying more attention to the area and studying Hux’s tactics. 

meanwhile rey and co do a slave revolt and kill snoke (bc i love them and would want them in this) so now ren has to handle the gallic wars all on his lonesome, and manages to overwhelm hux with sheer numbers 

and then Hux strolls out of the gates on his fancy ass white horse, climbs slowly down, takes off all of his armor and just sits there in his tighty-whiteys glaring. and during his imprisonment he starts whispering in Ren’s ear that “really, he should be emperor, after all, the republic is weak. there are revolts everywhere. together they could solve this”  

and eventually Ren take over as emperor and it is GLORIOUS

(i have one chapter left to write in my actual fic why am i doing this) 

damien is amazing and i needed to draw him with some dogs goodnight

(also MC dad probably gave him that shirt. and took this photo who knows)

hey, you.

hey, yes, i’m talking to you. i know you’re probably scrolling right now but this post wont take too long to read.

i just wanted to give you a quick reminder that you’re beautiful. yes, i know what you’re thinking, wow what an idiot they cant even see me, but that isn’t the case.

regardless of your looks, how long your hair is, how white your teeth are, how skinny you are, how tall you are, the colour of your skin, how big your butt is, you are beautiful. because you’ve made it this far. you have gotten through every fucking day in this shitty universe, and you are here right now, looking at this post. you have survived heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, trauma, and just all the general ups and down of life, and you are alive right now to tell the tale of it. you’ve pushed on through everything.

sometimes it doesn’t seem like it’s worth it, like you’re worth it, but you are. one day, that’ll make sense. you’ll be sitting somewhere nice, watching something, maybe someone, and you’ll remember all of the things you had to get through, and it’ll all make sense. 

congratulate yourself on getting this far. it’s a big thing, yet you’ve done it. if you ever feel like you aren’t worth it, i want you to know that it’s all going to be okay. you impact so many people’s lives, and you are some people’s entire worlds. people love you, they look up to you, they admire you. don’t give anyone the ‘life would go on without me’ excuse, because you know it wouldn’t. no one recovers from that.

you, my friend, are beautiful. dont you dare ever forget it.

Why you’re not improving your art

Have you ever felt like your art is on the same level for a long time? Have you ever felt like you can’t grow your skills. Have you ever felt like everyone around you grows in rapid speed and you are just like a snail at the end of the race?

I was thinking about that and trying to pinpoint the reasons why you might feel that way. I figured out some solutions that helped me and some other artists I know.

1. Not looking for critique/feedback

‘You can’t yourself pinpoint things you need to focus on because your eye still isn’t trained enough to pinpoint exact problems.’

This is number one problem I see and many professional artists will tell you about that. You can’t be too shy to show your work to people who can give you good critique. Look for professionals who are willing to help you and use that. Critiquing is mistaken to be something hurtful for young artists BUT in reality people giving feedback are trying to help you grow. I know how hard it is to hear that you are still not good enough, that your art is lacking something. Maybe you know that yourself but you can’t yourself pinpoint things you need to focus on because your eye still isn’t trained enough to pinpoint exact problems. The best person to go to would be professional with trained eyes who is able to say by flipping through your portfolio what it lacks and what you can do to make it look better. Don’t be afraid and seek that help. Don’t be too attached to your own art and accept that it isn’t perfect and you need a fresh pair of eyes to look at it.

2.  Not implementing the feedback

'Implementing is the key step in the process of growing.’

After you have done first step from my list and you finally found a professional willing to give you feedback try to implement feedback. Don’t just listen to it, nod few times pretending you understand what it being said. Don’t defend your art and don’t give excuses if the critique is genuine. Implementing is the key step in the process of growing. There is no use in feedback without you actually trying out the tips you were given. The whole point of that is to change your work. You are not being better artists by collecting thoughts about your art. Now it is time to do the work. It actually requires to put time and effort . Usually what people do,after receiving feedback, is  they pat themselves on back like it was 'job well done’ and being lazy. They are not willing to actually put in the work to implement feedback. It is time consuming and you need to put a lot of effort. Although without that there is not any point in seeking feedback.

3. Not trying/not failing enough

'Embrace failures as a valuable lessons.’

Yes! There is lesson in failure! As hard as it is to understand. Once you collect experience you grow from it and become wiser. You know what path to choose to avoid next time failure. Successful people are the ones that can try something many times before they finally succeed. When they finally succeed it’s just a result of many attempts they have made before. No one is born ready for challenge. People are scared to lose because for our psyche it hurts more than a win feels good. People will try avoid at any cost losing so at some point they give up and stop trying. You can’t say for sure you will be successful artist after you did it for a year and don’t see result. You are not the one deciding how long it takes. It will be done some day. some day you will meet your artistic goals. But you will only meet them by trying and failing probably hundred times on a way. Just don’t be afraid. Those mistakes on a way are path that differentiate you and a professional. They already failed many times to get to where they are now. When you understand that you will embrace failures as a valuable lessons.

4. Doing things that are not  challenging you.

'Feel uncomfortable and pick up this damn pencil and draw like no one else is watching!’

Don’t settle in your comfort zone. You’ve heard that already many times right? That is why. You limit your skillset. Good things come out of comfort zone. If you feel like you have problems drawing something you are probably right. The reason is you don’t challenge yourself enough to draw things that are difficult for you. For example if you are only drawing a boy in front view standing with hands straight it doesn’t sound like the most exciting art right? But what if it’s the only thing you can draw and it looks somewhat decent? Well then, solution for that is easy - experiment with different angles, experiment with expressions, with composition, with different species. Be brave here and discover topics you don’t draw. You art will become more interesting and you will be more confident drawing. Personally I know that this is the hardest part for artists. It is hard to let go of what we know and discover unknown. We feel vulnerable and  like we can’t really draw. This feeling sucks. As much as this feeling sucks you know what else sucks? Sucks that your skills are stagnating. Feel uncomfortable and pick up this damn pencil and draw like no one else is watching! I guarantee that after some time you will be surprised with what you created and how your art have changed.

Good luck to everyone who is on path of improvement!

JIMIN BIRTHDAY VLIVE HIGHLIGHTS:
  • Jimin said that he never felt the need to stand out but wanted to show a better him. and through serendipity, he was able to
  • Thanks to BTS and ARMY supporting him, whenever he’s filming or recording a song by himself he’s able to enjoy it
  • He is happy because he was able to see his face everywhere (meaning many people celebrated his birthday) and mentioned that his parents in Busan did too (He is talking about the ads and events made for him by the fans). So he thanked everyone because this birthday was so joyful to him
  • He mentioned that the flowers given to him on his birthday were from his father and he thanked his dad.
  • He showed a photo of the dome they will be performing at in Japan (It has been a dream of theirs to be there) and he said that “this is Taehyung and jin hyung but you can’t see them because of how big the dome is. It’s unbelievable”. He also added, “I’m so happy we get to perform at the dome tomorrow I will let you guys know how I feel tomorrow”. 
  • Chimchim, of course, will not go on Vlive without exposing BTS he said: “whenever we see us in the monitor coming up onto the stage during or concerts we look really ugly but we pretend to look cool
  • While thanking the fans “thanks to you guys we are able to perform at a dome” He read a fan saying “jimin’s gonna cry again” and replied “who is that?! I’m gonna say your name out loud”
  • Jimin kept thanking repeatedly during the Vlive: “today is a day full of touching events. thank you for wishing me happy birthday, letting us perform at a dome and giving us triple crown”
  • Jimin was barefaced so he told us “am I too barefaced right now? get used to it you guys have seen it a lot”
  • Fans kept asking him to stay healthy and eat well to which he replied “I say this many times but I eat a lot better than you think. so you don’t need to worry so much. I’m taking care of my health” (He also ate some chocolates)
  • When a fan stated that Jin picked his birthday cake. he was surprised as he didn’t know (he didn’t see the tweet).
  • Mochi is so pleased with Serendipity. Jimin said: “which song do you guys like the best? I cold heartedly will admit that I like serendipity the best”. he also added that he wants Suga to record serendipity and how he will change it.
  • He tried many filters (bunny, cherry flowers …). He also turned the image by mistake (clumsy Jimin ofc)
  • He went there adding more lies saying that he can’t wink and that he just end up blinking with both eyes
  • He ended the Vlive by saying that he will go wash up and that the fans to need to brush their teeth and go to bed.

Find the VLIVE HERE | Cr vantaekim

Meditation for the Wild-Minded Witch

do you have ADHD? are you easily distracted? do you daydream constantly abt everything and anything? when you hear the words “you might fall asleep” in a post abt meditation, do you sigh and roll your eyes?

if you answered “yes” to any of the above, then this is the post for you!!

as someone who has type one ADHD and a crazy imaginative mind, I haven’t seen a single Intro To Meditation post that pertains to me. they’re always abt tips for visualization, or tips for not falling asleep within 5 minutes. I have insomnia you guys, I ain’t gonna be asleep in any less than 2 hours smh

without further rambling, here’s some tips and tricks for people who just can’t fucking meditate

1) listen to some goddamn music. preferably stuff you’ve listened to many times before, songs you have basically memorized so you don’t get distracted by how unique this new sound is, or how cool that voice was right there. listen to your favorites!! listen to songs in foreign languages, so you aren’t focused on the words but more the feeling they give. blast that shit through your most comfortable earbuds, tune everything else out

2) don’t sit outside. trust me. too many extra sensory bits and shit that you just don’t need rn. miss me with that wind and bugs and prickly grass.

3) tired of the “visualize a door” method? visualize yourself dancing! find one good dance song that you’ll only use when trying to meditate, and choreograph your own little routine! imagine urself dancing outside on a chilly autumn day- the air smells crisp and the leaves crack and almost hurt beneath your feet and every once in a while your arms hit a twig or branch. imagine it’s spring and there’s cold dew on the soft new grass and the sun is making your bare arms tingly, a warm breeze tugs at your hair and clothes. get creative! the hardest part is imagining yourself *in* your body, looking out, instead of watching urself dance like it’s a movie.

4) sit in the car!! oh my god!! do this!! the passenger seat of the car opens a world of possibilities, and you probably won’t even have to close your eyes because damn, look at you, you’re already off daydreaming abt god knows what and completely ignoring everything around you!! if cars are good for anything, it’s daydreaming. now all you gotta do is figure out how to switch your daydreaming off and turn meditating on.

5) school age witch? meditate in the morning on the bus. if you trust the other kids riding with you enough, do it on the way home too (warning: may suddenly find urself interrupted by flying paper balls or gross laughing. this is why we meditate in the mornings when everyone’s half asleep still)

6) it’s okay if a stray thought drifts in every once in a while, so don’t get upset over it.

7) your leg bouncing? scalp itch? eye twitching? keep bouncing it! scratch your head! rub your eyes!! trying to ignore these things will take more effort than it will to just take care of them. make sure youre comfortable

8) extending on that point, if you find your overall position uncomfortable, just move dude. it’s okay, just cause you aren’t laying with ur arms at ur sides and legs perfectly straight doesn’t mean you won’t get some meaningful meditation in

I was hoping to get 10 points but I’m suddenly lacking motivation and getting bored with typing this. guess that’s the proof for you that I have ADHD? I hope these help! feel free to add on your own tips for meditation! and like always, don’t beat urself up if nothing seems to be helping. I’ve been trying for three years and I still struggle very much to meditate, and be confident that what I’m seeing isn’t just my Wild Wild imagination, and is instead the astral or whatever else I’m looking for. take your time, and good luck! ✨🌊🥀

That Keith vlog was so amazing I can’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s a cartoon, but I think it’s a testament to the things that can happen when you give a person a platform to speak their truth. I connect with Keith’s character because I empathize with the reactive feelings that are sometimes characteristic of people who have been hurt one too many times. Someone once said to me, “you’re not an angry person. You’re hurt.” I think the same is true for Keith. When you constantly have to adapt to survive trauma, it’s hard to break the instinctual patterns that got you through the worst of it. Unfortunately, those patterns don’t always translate to every situation or relationship you encounter. It can be difficult to change, especially if those patterns never failed you. It was awesome to hear him own that, and in a way validate his experience. Like y'all I’m over here almost crying because Keith needed that lmfao. Shoutout to Voltron for being awesome.

They say that new beginnings are disguised as painful endings. They say that every year is a lesson of love, suffering and everything in between.


I really don’t have the right words to put this year into account. I have been tormented by my own mind for the past 364 days, and it almost led me to killing myself, and I’d like to think that I’m going to a better place next year.


This year, I have learned to put myself first to restore my mental health and see reality as it truly is once again.


This year, I have learned that writing too much, thinking too much could drive any person mad and I guess it’s for the best if I just take it easy next year.


This year I have learned so many things but giving up wasn’t one of them, and I’m proud of myself because I’ve made it, I survived, and I surprised myself a lot.


I am forgiving myself for all the regrets that I have this year and not allowing fear to control me next year because I have learned that not everything I feel is real.


If only I can bloom all year long I will bloom all year long but the truth is that’s not possible, and sometimes I should wilt before I rise. Rock bottom was the place I found myself this year, and I discovered that I’m both terrifying and lovely. I still have a long way to go on my inner journey towards loving myself. I still have a long way to go to become who I am and achieve excellence. Greatness, after all, does not happen overnight.


January 1, 2018, falls on a Monday. A fresh day, a fresh week, a fresh month, a fresh year and a fresh start. I couldn’t think of any better time to change and becoming a better version of myself.

—  Juansen Dizon, A Fresh Start
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how to be a very cute little duckling as performed by kim namjoon

PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1] (DISCONTINUED)

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

The park is mostly empty, only a few joggers here and there and some kid walking his dog. Hawkins in general seems to be a quiet, reserved town with nothing interesting ever happening. You suppose sports games are a big deal here, too. You wouldn’t know that of course. This is your first day here, after all, and so far the impression you managed to get from walking around a bit is not on par to what you are used to.

“So, what happened?” You ask, “You can tell me. You don’t know me. Talking to strangers is the easiest way to get things off your chest. Family and friends show too much interest if you ask me. They always…dig deep into everything. Try to smother you without telling the truth. Terribly afraid to hurt your feelings. I’m not like that. I know you’re technically supposed to start a conversation with small talk first, but small talk is bullshit. The deep shit is the one that you really wanna go for, you know? Because if you really wanna know someone you don’t care about ‘how’s your day been’. It’s pretty obvious how it has.” Somewhere along the line you had taken out a cigarette and lit it up with a sparkly metal lighter, “So, stranger. What got you this messed up?”

The guy – roughly your age, possibly same height but his own hair makes him appear a lot taller – hooks his hands together and looks down, “My girlfriend broke up with me.”

“Did you deserve it?”

“What?” He glances at you. You shrug.

What ain’t a reason I have ever heard of…” You take a puff, “So? Did you?”

His eyes glaze over and he looks away, again. He sighs, “Yeah…yeah I did.”

“You must’ve really liked her, then. But she did good to let you go.” Silence, “Did she find someone else?”

“Yeah.” He spits.

“Don’t get rowdy. The sooner you’ll realize that she isn’t yours to mourn over, the better.” You say casually, your eyes trailing a quite ironic scene – just down the path, a boy and a girl, no older than ten, meet up and shyly intertwine their fingers together, schoolbags still on their backs – and you smile, “Any details you wanna spare?”

“Who even are you?”

You give him a look, “Will you still want to talk after you know my name?”

He gives you a once over, tries to decipher the mildly amused, but attentive, expression on your face as you make another light shrug and bring the cigarette to your lips. Leg on leg, you tatter your foot in the air and let chilly wind carry strands of your daisy fresh perfume. You figure he’s racking his brain in search of you, a memory of a (colour) haired (colour) eyed girl with a red scarf around her neck. But he comes out empty, and in turn submits, and with another heavy sight he starts talking. He mentions names and places and people you have never heard of before, nor care that much about. But it obviously matters to him, so you listen and nod along, catching each and every word, each and every crack of his voice and give him the privacy to collect himself once he hits the crux of the situation – some Tina’s party, his girlfriend drunkenly telling him she doesn’t love him – as you look away and put out your cigarette. Once you look back he takes in a ragged breath of cold air, “…And that’s…that’s about it.”

“Rough.” You say.

He hums in agreement, “And you?” His voice is gravely but his eyes appear clearer. His shoulders relax and he runs his fingers through his hair, “Can’t be the only one living hell.”

“That you are not.” You agree, slowly coming to stand, “But I’ll have to save my heartache for another time.” You turn to him, “But let me give you a hint. Drunk driving. Brother troubles. Addiction to nicotine. All I can say without giving away too many spoilers.”

He cracks a shaky smile, “That’s not fair.”

You grin, “Life very rarely is.” And you turn to be on your merry way but he calls after you in a hushed voice. With a raised brow, you look at him, “Yes?”

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s not a butterfly.” You state, amused, “Can’t be caught.”

He stands up, still seeming a bit flustered, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“And I’m Lea…ving. Leaving. It was nice meeting you, Steve Steve Harrington. If you ever feel like being strangers again, you can find me at Jack Rabbits Slim, 8 o’clock sharp.”



He didn’t plan on seeking you out. It was instinct, mostly, that and curiosity and the strange look in your eye that he couldn’t shake off for the life of him. Your stare was intense, as if you tried to burn the image of yourself into his memory, that or read past his exterior and peer in what was boiling inside. Either way, it worked. He still can’t believe he managed to dish out how he feels to a complete stranger and didn’t even manage to catch her name! It takes talent to be that sly. In a way he respects that you somehow dodged his questions and appear completely honest while doing it, too. In a way he’s terrified of seeing you again, not sure what else you might figure out about him.

As he parks his car in the nearly empty parking lot, he promises himself to walk away first with all the answer, not the other way around. He turns the key and the headlights shut off. Night pools from outside and in a couple of quick motions he shuts the car’s door, breaths in chilly early November air. Lights stream from the diner as silhouettes shimmer about. His keys jiggle in his pocket as in quick strides he enters Jack Rabbits Slim, but not before checking his reflection in the window to make sure his hair is in messy perfection.

Dim yellow lights and the stench of grease and cigarette smoke greets him like an old friend and he quickly searches for you in any of the red booths. He sees you in the far corner, sitting alone and looking out the window with the shadows of the night casting a pale blue hue on your bored face. Music plays from the speakers but Steve can’t quite figure out is it a happy tune or not. He passes a few much older waitresses that give him a polite smile; he feels his nerves shoot up as the distance grows smaller and smaller until…he takes a seat across from you, and only then do you finally acknowledge him.

“Hello, Steve Steve Harrington.”

“Just Steve is fine.” He smiles at you, “Should I call you Lea Ving?”

You grin, “(Name) is fine.” A nameless waitress, with a sweet look on her face and a tray that seems much too heavy for her, sways to your booth and sets down a pink milkshake with whip-cream and a cherry on top. She lets you chose a straw color and you pick yellow, thank her, and she moves away before asking if Steve wants anything, to which he says that no, he doesn’t. “You sure?” You ask once she approaches another booth with a cheerful greeting, “It’s a damn good milkshake.” You say as your fingers carefully lift the plastic cherry from the snow white cream, “I don’t know if it’s worth 5 dollars, but…Damn good.”

He has to constantly remind himself not to fall for it. For a person that presumably hates small talk, you sure do a lot of it.

“I’m good.” He says, “I came here to find out more about you.” You hum, taking a shy sip of your drink, “I’ve never seen you around before so let me guess…You’re new? Starting school tomorrow, possibly?”

“Jackpot, Harrington.” You say, “This is my first day here. Hawkins isn’t much. No offence, I’m just used to…more action, let’s say that.”

“Where are you from?”

“Originally?” You blink, “Maine. A small town called Derry.” You smile into your drink and you swirl it, “You’ve probably never heard of it…I left for California when I was twelve.”

“And now you’re here.”

Clearly. Need proof? You can touch my hand, if you want. I promise it’s warm.” You glance warily at your milkshake, “Well, maybe a bit cooled now.”

“I’d rather you share something that’s not, how you say it, ‘bullshit’.”

“Ah…I can’t.” You hum. He frowns.

“Why not?”

You grin at him brilliantly, “We’re not strangers anymore. Now ‘bullshit’ is mandatory. But…” Your eyes travel up and away from him to look somewhere at the other end of the diner, “I’m willing to make an exception.” Your smile falls into a cocky smirk, “If you’re up for the challenge, that is.”

Intrigued, he lifts a brow, “And what would I have to do, exactly?” He asks whilst his fingers inch closer to your drink. Wordless, you slide it to him and he takes a sip.

“You a good dancer, Harrington?”


music.

Kicking off your shoes you stand barefoot on the sparkly dark blue tiles; you feel a chill slowly creep up your spine, but you still can’t help but smile at your newly made friend, Steve. He takes off his shoes, too. The diner hosts an award for the best twist – you had read so when you came in to scope the place out for possible part-time job opportunities – and you want that award. No particular reason. You just feel like dancing. Plus, despite not showing that much interest in Steve’s oh so tragic high school sweetheart heartbreak, you do feel for him in your own little way. And you think that some distractions are what he needs right now, more than anything. Sitting in a booth and chatting about this and that, or you pushing your very heavy problems onto him will do no one good. You can talk when you’re good friends. It is your firm belief that bodies connect better than words.

The same sweet waitress announces the start of the competition. Besides an elderly couple, you and Steve are the only ones who care and/or are bored enough to enter. And so the two of you go first, take your places in front of one another. The music blasts from the speakers and your heart jumps when he smiles stupidly at you.

You start with your right foot in a twist, your hands in front of you as you sway from one side to another to follow the rhythm. Steve does his own little thing – at first he appears to be a bit self-conscious as all eyes, despite how few, stare at the two of you intently – closing his eyes as if intently listening to the beats. But soon he gets out of his head. He relaxes, visibly, grins brilliantly at you as your eyes connect in sparks in dim mellow lights. Your moves become softer, more playful; he lets loose, before you know it there is completely no distance between the two of you as he grabs you by the hands and spins you. You can’t help but laugh; he lets you go and you tip-toe your way to the side, twist after twist you don’t dare to stop the momentum.

You rock your head. He does too. Soon the cool tiles, the happy stares, smell of grease, sweat, and perfume fade into the back of your mind as only you and he enjoy this moment. You needed a distraction just as much as he did. Dizzy from spinning, your hair flying, you clasp your hands into fists and pump them in the air, not once stopping your sway. Steve’s hand lands on your waist, the other catches your hand and you laugh as he attempts to show off some strange distorted waltz move he knows full well he’s failing.  A couple more steps and…Playfully he lowers you and the song ends.

You share quick hushed breaths; you are unable to look away from those pretty dazed eyes of his, nor ignore the way your heart hammers. But that may just be due to the jumping and running about just seconds prior. You smile at him. He returns it; applause flood the diner and he sets you upright. His hands linger on your for one more moment – they are very hot, you note – before he pries away from you to bow at the audience.


music.

You slam his car’s door shut, slump in the seat, and hug the reward as he starts the engine. Still flustered, your cheeks red and flaming, soft breaths falling from your lips like whispers, you give the diner one last gleeful look before you glance at Steve – his hair reminds you of a bird’s nest – as he starts the car. Gravel slushes beneath the tires as you drive away.

“Where should I let you off?” He asks you, running a hand through his hair.

“You know where the Hendersons live?” You inquire, finding a comfortable spot. He nearly swerves into a nearby trashcan, “So you do.” You say shakily.

“You a relative?” He asks.

“Cousin. They’re letting me stay for my little…expedition.” You say carefully. He gives you a look, “Fine. Okay, fine. I’m staying with them because my parents kicked me out. I got involved with the wrong crowd and you know how it is when you get involved with bad people. It always ends in shit. I expected this to end up shit, too.” You glance down at the award, “But so far it’s only mildly crappy.” You finish with a grin. “By the way, you know Dustin or Mr. H?”

He blinks, “Oh, uhm, Dustin…IBabysat him once or twice. On a…thing. He’s a good kid. Funny. And not kid funny, like actually funny.”

“I wouldn’t know.” You shrug, “Last I saw him he was still a little baby. I bet I won’t even recognise him now. Still haven’t seen him. Auntie said he was at school when I arrived.”

“–Well, anyway, do you need a ride to school tomorrow?” He changes subjects fairly quick, “I could…give you a lift, or something. And don’t say that rides are overrated. And don’t say ‘or something’, either!”

You laugh, “My my, Steve, you sure are getting to know me alright.” You turn in your seat so your body would face him, “Not strangers anymore…” You add quietly, “A ride would be much appreciated.”



part 2?


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I think it’s telling that it was Todd’s speech that finally spurred Bojack into some kind of action and self-awareness. It always seemed to be Herb that made Bojack want to seek forgiveness and it was always Charlotte he came running to, in fantasy or reality, when things got too tough. Bojack has treated Todd like shit over the seasons, to the point were Todd’s “fuck” speech seemed long overdue. Yet it’s telling that Todd was the one who got through to him, it’s his words he echoes. It’s things like this that make me believe Bojack’s ‘best friend speech’ on the improv ship was genuine and heartfelt, that he actually values Todd’s opinion. It also shows how Bojack is starting to let go of obsessing over his past mistakes and let them be just that - his mistakes. That fact that he can recognise now and own up to the things he does wrong, just shows how much character development he’s been going through this season.