I’m certain that at some point the SMH team make a game out of doing random stuff in the background of Bitty’s vlogs without him noticing. They leave him alone when he’s filming in his bedroom, but whenever he’s cooking all bets are off as long as they can carry out their plan without interrupting the video.
Some highlights include:
Ransom walking past the kitchen balancing a tower of hockey pucks on his head.
Holster miming a dramatic battle with an invisible enemy, complete with an over the top, drawn out “death”.
Dex walking into frame, lying face down on the floor and just staying there unmoving for a full minute.
Shitty doing a handstand and walking past on his hands. He’s also wearing a shirt for once, not that it makes much of a difference because it ends up falling down over his face.
Nursey walking backwards and forwards past the kitchen every 30 seconds on the dot, each time wearing a slightly different but equally bizarre outfit.
Lardo throwing paper planes across the kitchen behind Bitty, trying to land them in the rubbish bin.
Tango likes to peek around the doorway and hold up pieces of paper saying hello to Bitty’s viewers.
The team learns that Whiskey can moonwalk when he casually does so down the hallway.
At first Jack doesn’t join in much, but there was a great moment when he realised that Bitty was filming as he was walking past, froze like a deer in headlights, then tried to sneak off-camera in the most awkward way possible.
As time goes on Jack starts to participate more and more in small, simple ways like moving stuff behind Bitty. He’s also the most likely to lose by interrupting the video because he can’t resist chirping Bitty, that boy is hopeless.
But once, during a Valentine’s day video at some stage after they come out, he does manage to sneak a whole heap of roses into the kitchen one by one.
Chowder is the undeniable winner with the time he stood in the background for an entire video, acting out all of Bitty’s instructions as if he were in an infomercial, and Bitty never once noticed he was there.
I’m pretty sure in canon they still haven’t seen any of Bitty’s videos so they never know how often their antics make it onto his channel, but sometimes they can hear Bitty editing and he’ll suddenly burst into laughter and that’s enough.
You just know that Keith and Shiro originally sat down (or meant to) next to eachother and then Coran and Allura were like “nononononono you two can’t sit together.. because… reasons…” cuz lets admit it, if Keith and Shiro were handcuffed together they’d have absolutely no problem feeding each other.
You call Steve "punk". Have you ever slipped punk clothing into his closet? Does he wear it?
well, he absolutely refuses to wear combat boots. which i find personally offensive, because i wear steeltoe combats almost every day. but steve insists that having tromped across most of europe in steeltoes and only being saved from trenchfoot thanks to the miracle of old-timey science, he will no longer wear combat boots unless theyre the custom ones that go with his cap costume. sorry. uniform. and that since sneakers exist in the future and are, and i quote ‘like walking around with old mrs mckinneys angel cake for shoes, buck, its great’ he will not be wearing boots if he doesnt have to.
the day we talked him into skinny jeans was pretty great. have you ever seen a dog doing that high-step when you put shoes on them?? he looked like that for the first half hour or so. and then he tried to ‘jog’ up the tower lobby steps, and split his pants open at the crotch.
it was a good day for the ladies (and some of the gents. you know. the ones who didnt immediately grow inferiority complexes) in the lobby of stark tower.
it was not a good day for steve rogers.
putting steve in any kind of plaid just makes him look like a lumberjack, not a punk. so that doesnt work.
steve cant wear black without looking like a vampire, hes so pale. but one time he borrowed my dont-touch-me black leather motorcycle jacket and managed to make that look badass for a little while. and then he let a little girl in central park facepaint a sunflower on his left cheek, which pretty much spoiled and sort of badass look he might have been managing. which wasnt much, because he was still wearing khakis.
Team “I just wanted to know their names”
Team “I just wanted to watch an episode”
Team “I just wanted some good songs”
Team “Maybe one more chapter”
Team “One more episode”
Team “I didn’t asked for any of this”
Team “how the f*ck did I get here?”
that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.