more dialogue!

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#yoiweek2017 | Day 7: Shall We Skate?
Alternative Universe

anonymous asked:

86 and andreil??

86: “Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” (I combined this with a prompt from foxpaws10 from ages ago based on this post, and I kind of warped both of your prompts i hope this is still okaaay basically it’s doctor andrew and that’s all u need to know)

His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.

Andrew chose surgery almost entirely for the distance of it, the sterility of a room with a slab of meat, a tray of knives, and a sickness he can actually cut out.

He’s a doctor because he can be, and patients sometimes like that he doesn’t speak a word to them, like silence equals genius.

He likes that there are some patients that come into the ER unconscious and leave the OR unconscious, and all he has is a problem and a ticking clock. He always solves the problem. He thinks maybe it’s because he is one.

The sinking ship of his Sunday in the emergency room goes from slippery to debilitating with one patient.

Two showy ER doctors with their lab coats off and their sleeves rolled up go into the private room they’ve cordoned off, and they both come out looking pinched in the face with their stethoscopes clenched in their fists.

“He’s a fucking disaster,” one of them says, leaning up against the information desk with his eyes still pulling back to the closed door of the room.

“I know. I thought, I dunno. That the news was exaggerating.”

Andrew tilts his head and listens without making any move to leave his post, filling out inane charts as illegibly as he can.

One of the residents chances a look at him and Andrew makes a point of catching him. The guy startles, then juts his chin.

“Maybe you’ll get along with him, Minyard. He’s as crazy as you.”

“You’ve mistaken the hospital for a playground,” Andrew says mildly. “Give me his chart.”

“What?”

“His chart.”

He looks at his friend, mouth slack, and then the one holding the chart holds it out like a dirty rag.

“He’s Boston’s starting striker,” he stage whispers. Andrew takes the clipboard and ignores him, scanning the details. “We’re not supposed to let any patients know.”

“That Neil Josten is causing a scene ten feet away from them?” he says, and the men titter uncomfortably. “Why should he get the luxury of privacy?”

“How did you—“

“The news is available to everyone, Bryant, you fuck.” He rounds the desk and makes for the closed and shuttered room, dropping the chart in the receptacle outside.

“He shouldn’t be allowed to practice,” someone says behind him, and then someone else, softer, scornful: “surgeons”.

Andrew wrings the door knob and finds himself abruptly face to face with the singular most swollen person he’s ever seen. He’s obviously bolting for it, his gown gaping at the neck and someone’s stolen shoes jammed on. Andrew scans the defiant face, the shock of red hair, the near invisible trail of blood from an incorrectly removed IV.

“Sit down.”

“No.”

Andrew watches Neil Josten— and it is him, one of the handful of strikers on Boston’s team and certainly the most newsworthy — size him up. His eyes run the same circuit Andrew’s would if he were looking to fight his way out: door, threat, surreptitiously behind him for a weapon, back again.

“I’ll drug you,” Andrew says simply. Neil’s good eye, the one that isn’t purpling, goes narrow.

“Are you allowed to say that?”

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some more comics where reigens a magician

The problem with writing outside the homestuck fandom is that homestuck makes writing in-character so easy. Homestuck is long af and full of pesterlogs to examine. They’re easy to find, easy to pick apart, full of well-developed verbal patterns specific to every character, even color-coded with character-specific quirks. Other pieces of fiction don’t have that. Books have dialogue, sure, but you have to leaf through them to find certain scenes and the characters don’t always have verbal patterns manufactured to stand out. Visual-audio fiction is even worse because you have to find the meaty dialogue that reveals the character. For a movie, it means watching it, and for a game, you gotta like look that shit up. Staying in-character is just harder, at least on the perfectionistic level homestuck got me used to.

andreil valentine’s day

it’s 1 am and i should be writing an essay but instead i wrote some valentine’s day andreil oops

  • it’s andrew and neil’s first valentine’s day together
  • they didn’t have anything planned or discussed it
    • neil hasn’t ever spent valentine’s day with anyone who meant as much to him as andrew has
    • and andrew could care less about valentine’s day
      • except for the excessive amounts of chocolate on sale the day after
  • the day before valentine’s one of the foxes (probably nicky tbh) comes up to neil and asks him about his plans for valentine’s
  • neil didn’t know that he was supposed to even plan anything for his whatever with andrew
  • cue nicky acting all scandalized
    • “what do you MEAN you don’t have anything planned ??? no plans AT ALL on the MOST ROMANTIC day of the year ???”
    • “why is it such a big deal it’s literally one day”
    • “WHY IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL you break my heart neil. truly. do you hear that? that’s my heart breaking”
    • “no i dont hear–”
    • “BREAKING NEIL IT’S BREAKING”
  • neil leaves nicky in the middle of the hallway pretend sobbing
  • later that day neil and andrew are on the roof (bc of course they’re on the roof where else would they be? interacting??? with people ??? lol)
  • neil brings it up
    • “are we doing anything for tomorrow?”
    • “what makes you think that”
    • “idk but nicky rendered one of my ears useless from screaming about needing to do something for valentine’s day”
    • “i don’t care about valentine’s day”
    • “ok but like do you wanna go somewhere or not”
    • “i don’t care”
    • “you’re so annoying andrew i literally ask one question”
  • the next day neil is in class and he gets a text from andrew
    • ‘come to the roof’ is all it says
    • ‘i’m in the middle of a lecture what do you want’
    • andrew doesn’t answer
  • so neil excuses himself from the class
    • “sorry im suddenly sick cough cough”
  • when he gets to the roof andrew is sitting there but there’s also a blanket and some food
  • and andrew is avoiding looking at him until he sits next to him on the blanket
    • “i thought we weren’t doing anything today”
    • “i changed my mind”
    • you changed your mind or did renee convince you to do this”
    • “shut up and eat your food”
  • they finish their food and sit there smoking until andrew suddenly says
    • “don’t think that this means anything”
    • “i don’t”
    • “because i still hate you”
    • “i know you do”
    • “but you’re tolerable”
    • “wow what a compliment i’m so honored andrew”
    • “and now i don’t tolerate you anymore shut the fuck up neil”
“Has the Scooby-Doo writing been getting weirder lately, or have I just not noticed it until now?”

Ted the Animator: “Uh… give me an example.”

Carl the Animator: “Well, take this scene, for example. The purple vampire one–”

Ted the Animator: “Sibella.”

Carl the Animator: “–makes a really terrible, clunky vampire pun with ‘bite,’ or something….”

Ted the Animator: “Eh, that seems pretty normal Scooby-Doo to me.”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah, but then the camera zooms in, and holds on a shot of her fang, sparkling there. Y’know, just for the off chance that someone in the audience somehow didn’t manage to pick up the gratuitously-obvious vampire pun about vampire fangs.

Ted the Animator: “Fair ‘nuff.”

Carl the Animator: “And here, too. The purple vampire one–”

Ted the Animator: “Sibella.”

Carl the Animator: “–is talking to the blue ghosty one–”

Ted the Animator: “Phantasma.”

Carl the Animator: “–and she, a second time, makes the exact same joke with ‘fang-tastic’ she made earlier in the episode.”

Ted the Animator: “Scooby-Doo has always had bad puns, though.”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah, but not the exact same joke, twice, in under 3 minutes! C’mon, people, we’re not even 15 minutes in yet, are we already out of material?”

Ted the Animator: “Entirely possible.”

Carl the Animator: “Reading the script, it’s… hey, wait, they do the exact same thing here! The werewolf one–”

Ted the Animator: “Winnie.”

Carl the Animator: “–is talking to the mummy one–”

Ted the Animator: “…ok, I don’t remember her name either.”

Carl the Animator: “–and makes the same howling joke again! Is the audience expected to have forgotten that we already heard it mere minutes before?

Ted the Animator: *shrugs*

Carl the Animator: “I mean, think about it. A viewer could hear the joke, leave the room to make toast, and come back to hear it made a second time. Sad, really.”

Ted the Animator: “Wow. That’s a really effective way to put it, Carl.”

Carl the Animator: “I know, right? Toast-making is the best metric of time.”

the best sister
  • after Victor's marriage announcement in Barcelona
  • Mari: so about that engagement thing
  • Yuuri: y-yeah, you know it happened very fast, I just wanted to buy us lucky charms and it escalated very quickly like Victor mentioned this marriage thing before but I wasn't thinking...
  • Mari: wait
  • Mari: you bought two golden wedding rings as lucky charms
  • Mari: boy, you better marry this guy quickly, because a) you must be completely crazy for him and b) he's rich and I'm not helping you pay for this extravagant shit
  • Yuuri: *smiling with relief* thank you, Mari-Neesan, you're the best
  • Mari: just don't think I won't sell him all of his posters you had and fan letters you've written over the years
  • Yuuri: what?!
  • Yuuri: *mumbling* and you ruined it again
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If Ben & Sophie were in a 1970s movie together

I think Yuuri knows how to play the piano!

“Hm? Is that a piano?”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”

Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”

“Sometimes.”

“Play for me?”

Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”

“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”

“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”

“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.

Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.

“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”

As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”

Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”

“Did you take lessons?”

“For a time, yes.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”

“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”

“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”

“That is young.”

“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”

“But you still play?”

“I still play.”

Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.

“You’re very good at this.”

Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”

“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.

And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.

It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.

P. 81 of A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

(Can you guys tell I love this chapter, quoting it two days in a row? Yes, yes I do)

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  • Interviewer: Do any specific quirks or improvisations you added to Jerome spring to mind?
  • Cameron Monaghan: Jerome has a walk that I very specifically wanted to be his. The way he holds his arms. He has this tic where, because he was stabbed in the throat, I’ve given him an affectation. His voice has slightly changed. It’s rougher, and wheezier, which has affected his laugh as well. It comes out in these staccato croaks, or it’ll go into a higher pitch. But he has this weird tic where he clears his throat, and puts his entire body into it. It’s hard to describe, but when you see it you’ll know what it is. That’s one specific thing that I always liked doing because it instantly made everyone around me uncomfortable [laughs].
  • It was more playing with the dialogue and the humor of him. He does have such a mean-hearted humor to him, so being able to say anything I wanted to say, and feeling safe within the set and given the room to do that, and being with actors who were able to handle it was really great.
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Benophie AU: Pretty waitress

Man sometimes I just think about how mad it is that Buffy delivers one of the most painful, dramatic episodes/reveals in song form. Like wtf Joss get it together. WHY IS THIS EPISODE SO GOOD. IT HAS NO RIGHT.

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he didnt think she’d get this far

inspired by this kinda