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im not invested enough in skip to consider it but what would be a real interesting premise for a fic is if kip was just at every game of scott's and is generally considered a connoisseur of the good game of hockey by the regulars in the stands and he's in on all the gossip and they can tell his fruity ass is obviously enamoured by scott but his dad and him seem to be bonding through the hockey fan experience and they're like what the hell sure gay people can like sports and kip is indeed a fan and he just plays along with it and has bets and stuff with a lot of scott hunter fans and haters alike and the whole time scott's panicking because he gets a little too into it kip cannot stop talking gameplay even in the bedroom and scott's like babe you gotta stop
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āWhat are you saying, then? Do I look hot? Or do I look like a brown Clark Kent?ā
āYes,ā Henry replies.
Or: Henry thinks that his classmate is a nosy cheaterāalways peering over his shoulder and copying his notes. Maybe Alex just needs to get his eyes checked out.
I posted a fic for the 3rd anniversary of the RWRB movie! Itās the Alex In Glasses story I mentioned in my last WIP post.
Tagging some friends and some folks who expressed interest, as always, feel free to ignore: @books2beach @onthewaytosomewhere @andromedaskies
when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: āgentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?ā and i give him a gesture of command like, ānay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicksā
sir! sir!!! your pikachu is decimating the ducklett population at the pond and you arenāt even looking! you are NOT ash ketchum you are NOT gonna catch āem all because that involves trade evolutions and you have NO friends!!!
ok literally. that palafinstagram mom who posts pictures of her rowlet not understanding itās displaying distress behaviors making fun of the cool person whose best friend is a solosis or rellor or unown letter f
if one more middle aged mom tells me that i shouldāve kept my raichu a pikachu because āsheās much cuter that wayā iām sending out my full team and throwing hands right there in the starbucks
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weird take about fiction: sometimes, actions that would be abusive in real life, hit different in a story. and sometimes i see people react very very strongly to those actions, and i totally get it, because like, that can be extremely triggering and ymmv on whether its handled well or not, but it always makes me a bit. hm.
like, i think the most obvious one is slapping/hitting. in real life, there is basically no situation where that is acceptable, unless you're actively defending yourself/someone else. but fiction is inherently larger than life, its about how it feels, subjectively, over what actually happens, literally. sometimes a character who has never before been violent will hit someone, and it's intended as like, an indicator of how fucked up everything is. that shit is going down. or, a character will trash a room, throwing things and destroying everything in their path. and then its never mentioned again, everything just continues as if they HADNT destroyed their own and other people's property in a frankly terrifying display, because it was just a cathartic moment to represent the storm of emotions the person was feeling. and when i see people like 'this character is an abuser, the story needs to address this,' i think maybe its actually okay for fictional characters to do shitty things and not have it framed as shitty, by the story itself or even on any sort of meta level, with the intended audience reaction. sometimes the point is just to resonate with your emotions, not to dissect the literal sequence of events.
like obviously ive been on the 'you can portray whatever you want in fiction, its all a pretend game' train forever. but i think the important thing to me here is that, you can also defend bad things in fiction. not just 'they did everything wrong and i love that,' but even 'they were 100% justified when they did [thing that would be extremely bad irl].' cause its like, ok, they did do that, but like it was the only way to tell the story well. dont worry about it.
by now i've been through a lot of fandoms, seen a lot of different kinds of villains, and met a lot of fans of villain characters. and one theme that seems to surface over and over again, is that the stories and arcs of villain characters provide a very specific fantasy of... hm...
Of your pain matters. Yes, it does. Even if it was overlooked at the time, even if the cops didn't care or your friends excused it, what you felt in that painful moment matters. The villain's big plan is a way of reflecting that pain back on the world. Making everybody look at it and share in it and say yes, this was awful, this should never have happened to you, in a way that nobody can overlook and dismiss.
and in real life, obviously, someone deciding to blow up the moon because their relationship melted down or wife died and now they'll never look at the moon with her again would be Bad. Duh. But it's a story and it's fucking fine because it's not the real moon, so for a moment you can go yes, that's right, I want everyone in the world to feel this grief with me tonight.
I think a lot of the perfectionism characterization the fandom gives Shane is much more correctly attributed to Scott Hunter. Like Shane is crazy ambitious but I donāt think he has the same āgotta be good gotta do right gotta be perfect gotta make them love meā stream flowing through his brain at all times. Thatās a Hunter thing. I think Shane is more just a shark that canāt stop swimming or heāll die
or more specifically: both of these characters (2 me) believe they need to be perfect to be worthy but their definitions of āperfectā are fundamentally different.
shane is going to drive in a straight line (until he hits a wall) based on internal goals he subsumed from parents and institutions that demonstrated love by giving him goals. he has people who love him and takes it for granted that everyone else does too (this being the fundamental way he puts his foot in his mouth with ilya over and over again). he is less a āperfectionistā because he is setting and setting goalposts to drive at like a car on a highway with no exits. as long as heās driving in a straight line forever heās actually FINE why are you ASKING. shane basically never changes course until an external force smashes the car into a new lane.
scott is a motivated by external goals he has to meet in order to be perfect and worthy of love and he is running in circles to get there until he can/will just drive off the track into new territory
anyway this is the thesis of why i am throwing these two character in a jar and rattling them like loose change against each other.
if Shane died young (like in his forties/fifties), how do you think Ilya would deal?
heās going through some master and margarita/danteās inferno/koko-di koko-da shit. yes those are all thematically different pulls. basically i am never the right amount of high to fully write this fic and also i think i am maybe simply too american to really accurately hit this nail. or perhaps exactly american enough because this is based on my european experience as a 19 yr old idiot. you are now getting what's been in my notes app forever so like... sorry and you're welcome.
so there is a vision in my mind where shane dies who cares how anvil falls from sky and squashes him like bug. and ilya is like well, that was a good run, time to see myself out. but ilya decides he wants to see his motherās grave one last time, and traveling to russia no longer concerns him because he doesnāt care at all what happens to him now anyways.
so he throws his phone away (so that nobody can track his location and try to talk him out of this) and then sets off. and what follows is like some insane hallucinatory journey where his plane gets grounded in iceland (ābecause of the volcano.ā āwhat volcano?ā āoh, you know how it goesā¦ā) and then he has to take a boat to denmark and then a train to moscow but then there is a rail strike (āwhat rail strike?ā āoh, you know how it goesā¦ā) and he is trapped on a series of coaches.
somehow space is becoming unstuck, he is in germany on a coach for 30 minutes and suddenly at the next station everyone is speaking slovene. everywhere he stops, despite these all being landlocked locales, there's someone trying to get him to see the local seaside. in every station, the ticket master is an identical man who does not speak any language ilya speaks, and ilya keeps trying to get to moscow and getting sold other incomprehensible bus tickets. whenever he asks someone where he is, he gets a useless and vague answer, "oh we're here and there", "we're in the present moment", "we're in a bus station", etc.
seasons go wrong. everyone is celebrating some local martyr he's never heard of and children are running around in paper mache masks. it is night time and the sun just does not come up again. his seatmates include: a man with an accordion, a dour red-haired child in a sailor's outfit, an ancient old babushka carrying an inflatable sex doll, a businessman with a blue raspberry vape, a huge fat tabby cat who hisses and bites him if he tries to touch her.
eventually he's like well. okay. i guess time doesn't exist and space doesn't exist and i just am on this bus forever now. and finally the cat gets off the bus, and shane comes out of the tiny bus bathroom and sits back down next to him.
ilya: oh, there you are. took you a while.
shane: it's really gross in there.
ilya: well, yes. it's a bathroom on a coach.
shane: ugh. these seats suck. they never give you enough room for your legs.
ilya: put your knees up. you're good at that.
shane: ha ha.
a beat of quiet.
shane: i had the craziest dream. i can't really remember it. i think you were there, though.
ilya: mm, bad dream?
shane: no. at least, i don't think so.
ilya sighs.
ilya: are we getting close? i'm tired of the bus.
shane: i'm pretty sure you're getting off before me.
ilya: no. i am not. i will come with you.
shane: no, baby. you won't. i think your stop is coming up now.
ilya: wait, shane--
ilya wakes up. he's the only one left on the bus, which has stopped. the bus driver, who is apparently also the same identical man as all the stationmasters, is kicking his seat. he grumbles and scolds ilya in an unknown language. ilya gets off the bus. it's right before sunrise. he's at the seaside, at the beach which extends as far as the eye can see in each direction. ilya walks along the beach for a while, dawn getting closer. finally he stops. his mother's grave is here on the beach. he knows if he keeps walking further down, shane's grave will also be on this beach. and if he keeps walking further and further beyond that, his own grave too. but he'll spend eternity there one day. and he hasn't seen his mother in a very long time.
so he sits down on the sand next to her headstone and watches the sun come up.
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Kipās dad is revered as a great character and great dad; we get emotional at the end of ep 3 because itās a perfect moment of course, well-acted and filmed and so on, but ALSO because it highlights Scottās loneliness even more - Kip has someone to hug, Scott is back to being alone. š
just finished rewatching episode 2 and when carrie pushes her way to the front of the stage she looks so genuinely freaked out. especially when she first sees at luke. like more than just confused, she looks shocked. almost like sheās seen a ghost (lmao). and all throughout bright, carrie looks so contemplative. like itās more than carrie being pissed that sheās been upstaged, she looks like sheās questioning everything.
i know that canonically carrie doesnāt know who the boys are, but i canāt help but think that she does. even if itās just an inkling, like something she hasnāt thought about in years but all of the sudden itās coming back to her. like carrie watches her dad grieve all her life. watches him listen to an unknown demo over and over again as he looks through old pictures. something sheās learned to ignore as she got older and now sheās being confronted by it all over again. but itās insane to think that your ex friendās hologram band is somehow your dadās old band from the 90s who all passed away, so of course sheās gonna be in denial. explain it all away with impossible holograms, because even thatās more likely and believable than your dadās best friends being back from the dead.
like i know that it could just be carrie being confused by julie performing again with a band of boys no one knows. annoyed by being upstaged. but i just think itās way more interesting for carrie to be in the know. like hey guys who are my age but are also basically my uncles. your deaths severely traumatized my dad and i had to live with the fall out :))))
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