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Whatâs the best thing about playing Spiderman and MJ? One of the best things about playing Spiderman is getting to work with Zendaya. One of the best things about playing MJ is getting to work with Tom Holland. Yes.

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MEGANâ !!
itâs like meg is listening to their parents telling her she canât go to a sleepover just because. itâs like she is back in middle school and had no choice to make for herself. which is, surprisingly, a long while back. even now, their parents were nowhere to be seen or heard, telling her she couldnât go to a festival a few cities away. maybe if they didnât live in the middle of nowhere, maybe if she actually followed jen and sarah, she wouldnât be in this situation. having to argue with nick was never her favorite, because they barely argue, even if they did it was always in a sibling type of way. this however, wasnât that.
âoh, you sound just like mum and dad!â meg almost hisses at him, arms folding over her chest and standing her ground. âlucy is already on her way to get me, i paid for the tickets, and alsoâ she clicks her tongue, as a matter of fact âtaylor swift is never going to be coming this close to us, ever.â a statement, one that nick even if he didnât care, couldnât argue with. âthose tickets cost an arm and a leg, you know how had to i tried to get those!â she insists, whines at nick âyouâve met lucy plenty of times! tom and sam are also coming with us, theyâre just in a different car. i went to school with tom, he was in the same year as me.â it makes zero sense, everything was so perfectly crafted, so well structured, she couldnât see why nick, out of everyone, was so insistent on making her stay. she was gonna be late for lucy to pick her up if she kept this up.Â
âif iâm not at the bus stop within the next few minutes, sheâs not gonna wait for me, so i need to go. now.â meg huffs, waving at the door that nick was blocking.
this is getting nowhere and the worst part of it is that that is only true because nickâs argument is so flimsy that megan manages to find its every weakness. even if her priorities arenât exactly straight, nick knows sheâs right. she has already paid ( though he would reimburse her out of his pocket without hesitation ) and sheâs probably right that taylor swift wonât come this close to their humble town again before he turns fully grey ( heâs getting there already, especially with the stress of this conversation, but for now, thatâs still hopefully a long way off ) and he does, in fact, know lucy quite well and hadnât known she was going with them. yet, that doesnât bring him any comfort, because the truth isnât that he doesnât know her friends or that heâs unsure how he feels about the crowds â itâs that he unnaturally knows whatâs coming, and he can never explain that to her. to him, it almost doesnât matter how much she loves her brother, he doesnât know how a bond can be repaired from the secret heâs kept hidden for so long that makes him so much different to everyone else â so abnormal.Â
âIâd have paid you back for the tickets no matter what. I would never ask you to lose money. I would absolutely cover it.â he insists, but itâs a little too late. it feels ingenuine now, to point it out when the topic has already been broached, as if he only just thought of it now from her prompting. âitâs just not safe.â heâs running out of excuses, floundering on even flimsier arguments that barely make any sense. itâs not safe for the millions of other people that go to festivals either, but heâs not campaigning for festivals to end. heâs trying to persuade his little sister to give up something sheâs excited for all because he had a stupid vision he see enough of to feel confident in letting her go. âplease,â he starts, but he knows itâs falling on deaf ears, âcan you trust me just this once? itâs safer for all of you not to go.â yet I canât tell you why. he sighs. âI just... I have this gut feeling. I want you to be safe and I have this horrible gut feeling that something is going to go wrong and I canât shake it. I really canât.âÂ
DANNYÂ !!
break times were one of dannyâs favorite because it meant teachers would be in the coffee room, break room, whatever. dahlia would be around and he didnât have to awkwardly linger around the art department to have a chat with her. it was less embarrassing, but danny didnât really have such an emotion really. it was embarrassing for dahlia, from what he knows at least. he couldnât care less what the kids thought of him, but there were times where he had to. anyway..
he is quick to spot the art teacher when he enters the room, mug in hand and past papers ready to be marked under his arm. âhey.â he starts the conversation, just as lively as ever as he places the mug down and sit across from the other. the stack of papers thud dully onto the desk. the question makes him squint at dahlia, but he gets it. frieday was just around the corner, but thursday was a bitch. âhonestly, i feel the same.â he replies, almost instinctively bringing his tea to his lips âthanks for letting me use your milk this morning, i forgot mine finished yesterday.â a rookie mistake, but dahlia was nice enough to let him use it. of course, he would pay her back, he just needed to figure how. there is a small nod from him as he looks at his own papers, shoulder shrugging âcouldnât get nerdier than logarithms if you ask me.â he agrees, because maths wasnât for everyone. he canât help but chuckle at her comment, smile wide on his lips as he hides it behind his mugÂ
âkids, am i right?â he asks, because he gets it âi had alex from my nine am class tell me that maths in school was wrong because he saw a video on youtube, of some guy proving two plus two is actually five.â
if it were anyone else, dahlia would be startled by the way danny can always find her in a crowd. sure, the teacherâs lounge isnât exactly coachella or glastonbury main stage ( though sometimes the elbows that dig into your side in the rush to the coffee machine does make it feel a little like theyâre all racing for front row for beyoncĂŠ ), but he always makes a beeline for her the moment he crosses the threshold, weaving between other bodies and greetings until he can crash down into the seat next to her. she even tries to sit somewhere different every so often, but it never seems to throw him off. itâs almost like a superpower, though dahlia thinks after a day at school, invisibility would probably be more useful.Â
he drops his own stack of papers down and dahlia has strangely come to envy his marking of math papers. after all, thereâs no room for interpretation in math: the answer is simply either right or wrong. usually for her, it was wrong, but with a marking guide that just tells you the answer, it has to be easier to mark a stack of math tests than it is to understand where on earth billy from year eight has found a link to star trek in the mona lisa.Â
âyouâre welcome,â she mumbles around the lip of her mug, âat least you asked.â maybe sheâs still a little bitter about last fridayâs anonymous milk theft, or maybe sheâs just tired. maybe both, now that she thinks about it. âseriously, though, donât worry about it. if I ever need milk, you can lend me some in return and then weâre even.â she knows heâll only thank her again later, though sheâs also not under any illusion that insisting will stop that either, but at least sheâs tried.Â
âlogarithms... you know, I donât even want to know what that is. I feel like I have a vague memory of it from school back home, but at this point, Iâm not sure I could reliably do my times tables, let alone whatever logarithms are.â she laughs, ever so quietly, as not to draw too much outside attention. her conversation is with danny, and she finds it a little rude when some of the other teachers stare and gossip. âoh, man, youtube? thatâs reached you guys in math, too? this one kid I teach from year nine is adamant the âgirl with the pearl earringâ was first painted using procreate live on youtube. that painting is over 350 years old. I donât know where Iâm even going to begin with him at the next parentsâ evening.âÂ
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MEGAN !!
maybe itâs their difference in age that has nick completely baffled by her behaviour. maybe heâs just getting âoldâ now at the ripe age of thirty-seven and he can no longer understand his own youngest sister in the same way he hasnât been able to with his oldest two for years. the distance between him and jen and sarah hasnât hurt how easy it is to fall back into old habits, or how readily they answer each otherâs calls, but he canât say itâs easy to relate to their big city lives and public transport woes. megan had always stuck close in their homely little town, even when sheâs had the potential to fly much further than anyone else, and nickâs always been selfishly grateful for it â for having her stay by his side through everything heâs struggled with in private since he was a teenager and she was barely old enough to know how comforting her company was to him. maybe thatâs the problem. maybe he holds her a little too close.Â
âbecause I said so.â though he hates to say it. it makes him sound like their parents, somehow, despite their laidback attitudes for the majority of his life. âyouâre not going and thatâs final. itâs dangerous and youâll all be off the clock. I can accept danger in your job, thatâs just something I have to live with, but not this.â itâs just a music festival, one that nick knows sheâll love, but he canât get that image out of his head â panic, chaos, a loud bang that certainly didnât sound like it came from the stage speakers. he didnât see her in his vision and thatâs enough for him to hold a little hope that he can persuade her not to go, but with how stubborn every one of his sisters has turned out to be over the years, he can feel that light in his heart dwindling by the second. and the worst part is that he knows he doesnât have the right to make this decision. sheâs a grown woman, but no matter how old sheâll grow to be, heâll always be her big brother. âmaybe a smaller festival closer to home, or next year when I know your work friends a little better and can trust them to look out for you, but not now.âÂ

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DANNY !!
on an ordinary day, dahlia would loathe the long breaks for breakfast and lunch. time to sit with her thoughts and the knowledge that someoneâs used her milk again arenât high on the list of ways sheâd like to spend her work hours, but by law, she has to do it â and by societal norms and dannyâs insistence, too. the placemat under her clichĂŠÂ âbest teacherâ mug ( bought for her by her parents, and not one of her students, as to be expected when sheâs only actually been a teacher for just over a year and a half ) is suddenly the most interesting thing in the teacherâs lounge, even above the top paper on the pile of art history quizzes beside it that claims it was andy warhol who painted starry night in the historic 2001. but then dannyâs voice cuts through the mindless chatter in the room, and his own decorative mug thuds onto the table and dahlia thinks maybe not all too-long lunch breaks on bad days are awful.Â
âhey.â her head rises with a casual smile. âis it just me or is this fine thursday the longest day to ever exist? I feel like Iâve been awake since 1889.â she almost spills a little of her coffee as she lifts it to her lips. itâs somehow refreshing despite the fact that it burns the tip of her tongue. âhow are the numbers and equations going today? still as nerdy as ever?â dahlia wonât admit it, but although she will never understand the appeal of academic subjects, dannyâs natural talent for maths is one of her favourite things about him. he makes the stuff that makes her brain hurt look effortless. âart is still as old as it always was, although harry from my nine oâclock class seems to think otherwise.â she scoffs, gesturing loosely to her papers as she takes another sip.Â
you know whatâs a good plot? hey weâre both at this party, our friends suck, weâre a little heartbroken, letâs spending the next twelve hours together, diving deep into our emotions and the shit wrong with us, letâs walk around this entire city just slowly falling in love with one another, and just as weâre about to go our separate ways, probably never see each other again, about to get on the train or in my car and go home, you kiss me and ask me if wanna get breakfast <3
â White Noise;
RORYÂ !!
[txt] Human is generous, youâre right. Bugs? No, thatâs an insult to bugs. Abominations? I think that word fits well for the garbage exes.
[txt] I quite literally hate that for you. You didnât even do anything, other than being betrayed.
[txt] I like the sound of exchange. It benefits both of us â especially when it sounds like the two of us have gotten quite the ass kicking recently.
Rory pauses for a moment amidst their texts, contemplating the question posed â it had crossed their mind. But could it work? Obviously the âprankâ â or harassment, more or less, had lead them to receive a lot of distasteful messages, or jokes that just fell flat. This was the only positive interaction they had got out of their number being spread like wildfire â and that was another part of Roryâs hesitation. They didnât want her to gain anything from a similar prank.
[txt] You knowâŚit has. But Iâve been too afraid to act on it. And unfortunately, it sounds like we both had to endure narcissists. She loves attention way too much, and I can see the phone number prank backfiring spectacularly. She would also probably figure out itâs me, and if this was her idea of hurting me more, I donât want to know what else she has in stock.
[txt] I wish we could figure out a way to make them both feel humiliated and ashamed for the awful shit theyâve done. Even if itâs just once.
[txt] And I guess in a way, her prank backfired, too. We found each other out of this whole ordeal, which might I say has been far more pleasant than all the unsolicited photos and nasty messages Iâve received since then.
[txt] I would kind of hate for either of them to have a chance to gain a genuine and nice connection. They donât deserve it.
Rory hesitates for a moment before sending their last two messages â did they sound overbearing? But then againâŚtheir words were true. They were incredibly thankful for this connection, even though it was anonymous. They had reached a point where they had begun to feel like they were drowning in negativity â and while the two sounded heartbroken, at least they had one another to lean on. The young English major felt like they could breathe again without having to steel themselves every time they unlocked their phone to check a notification.
[txt] Have you thought up any ideas for any sort of revenge? Maybe we can put both of our minds together.
[ đŹ ] I donât like bugs, but to be fair to them, theyâre less gross than my ex. [ đŹ ] thank you. sadly, it took me a little while to realise the same. like, at least a whole ten minutes. lol. then I just wanted to raise hell. [ đŹ ] didnât though. not really worth risking my education for temporary satisfaction, you know? [ đŹ ] if I learnt one thing from all this, itâs how to pick my battles.
she thinks maybe sheâs rambling a little too much, that her text-based companion doesnât need to see her using thinly veiled humour to poorly patch the holes in her ego any more so than the people still in her in-person life doâ but how can she resist when they reassure her so effortlessly? when they extend more understanding and kindness to strangers stealing their phone number off a bathroom stall door than her so-called friends had when she was sprawled on the floor, just another collection of broken pieces amongst the split wood of that cursed coffee table.Â
[ đŹ ] itâs terrifying, isnât it? to think that thereâs almost nothing that they couldnât twist for their own benefit? if we retaliate, weâre obsessed with them. if we donât, they convince themselves theyâve âwonâ. if we let them know how much it hurt, they feel important. even if we arenât hurt, they pretend we are anyway. not to mention theyâre the ones who get to decide when theyâre done. theyâll always have the last laugh. where does it end?Â
ariel knows better than anyone that benji will never understand the way he hurts people simply because he will never care to, and though itâs no surprise to her, it still tugs at her heart that thereâs more monsters out there like him, who leave destruction in their wake and hold their head higher after each battle. for benji and her friendâs ex, public humiliation had been their starting pointâ truly how far would they go if faced with resistance? as unsatisfying as it is to run away with your tail between your legs, ariel will always be grateful she let herself calm down before considering her next move. she could live with the shame for now; she doesnât think either of them could live with whatever their exes would have had in store for them next.Â
[ đŹ ] same, but people like that will never feel shame. and thereâll always be people who validate their delusions that theyâre the victim. itâs so pathetic, but thatâs life. [ đŹ ] thatâs cute. I donât think Iâm built to be an optimist like you seem to be, Iâm too cynical, but youâre right. theyâll always have impersonal, fake connections with people who want to benefit from each other. when you put it like that, it sounds so lonely. karmaâs a bitch. love her.Â
admittedly, after everything, ariel didnât think sheâd be able to find a connection like that again. the realisation that the bond sheâd shared with benji had been nothing but a boldfaced lie destroyed any trust she had in anyone around her. how can she ever know whatâs real? yet, when the words flash up on her too-bright screen, ariel falls right back into wanting desperately to believe in someone without even realising. itâs how she always has and likely will always continue to be hurt, but itâs also her saving grace when her conscious thoughts attempt to convince her to never open her heart again.Â
[ đŹ ] god, like a âdo revengeâ movie moment? thatâd be so fun, but so dangerous... [ đŹ ] honestly, Iâve thought about all the things I know that could ruin lives, but... like, he pays different people to do all of his assignments, and obviously the people taking the money are still technically aiding and abetting, but they donât deserve to be dragged into his mess? what if theyâre doing it because they desperately need the money? or theyâre being played the same way I was? and sometimes I think... isnât it better to just let him get caught himself? then he canât blame me and play the victim if his downfall is entirely his own doing. I donât know...Â
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HEADCANON: COLOUR AESTHETICS !
bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies.
BLUE.
cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

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HEADCANON: COLOUR AESTHETICS !
bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies.
BLUE.
cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways
â White Noise;
RORYÂ !!
[txt] One of the worst things is when art of some sort becomes a terrible association. Thereâs a few songs that I canât stomach now because of a garbage ex-human of my own.
[txt] Please tell me it wasnât the girl that shoved you into the glass table in order to protect the trash boy. Either way though, thatâs fuckinâ awful, and I hate that you had to go through that.
[txt] You can use me as a free therapist. It sounds like weâre both working through wounds at this point. Physical and emotional.
[txt] I wish I knew! If you find a psychology student that seems to have an idea, let me know, because I have questions myself.
Once Rory has read over the messages they received once, and then twice again, and carefully yet quickly crafted responses in hopes to steal their anonymous friendâs attention for just a short while - they place their phone down to the side again, contemplating. There were so many questions that went both unasked and unanswered, but they were too afraid to jump that line so soon; they had already received several nasty messages, and a few unwarranted photos - leaving them apprehensive to break the anonymity of the one decent human they had come into contact with. They wished they had the audacity their ex did to scribble their number on walls, on bills - but they never wanted to stoop to that level. With all the bad, they didnât want to risk her finding something good, something like this.
sometimes ariel thinks that the fact that someone who knows nothing about her, and whom she knows nothing about, too, can understand her so well is startling. yet, each time sheâs reminded that though they remain anonymous, this nameless friend knows more about her than almost anyone else she could name in her life right now â and at the very least, she knows a great deal more than she realises about them, too. maybe they have others in their life who sit far higher than the frequent complainer that lives in their messaging app, but that still doesnât take away from how much ariel has confessed only thanks to the comfort of being completely unknown.Â
it doesnât take long for her phone to buzz again at her side. sheâs lazy as she picks it up, leant back in her chair and homework long forgotten. her pen clangs noisily against the desk as it becomes abandoned also.Â
[ đŹ ] right?! also, I think human is generous for some of these exes. [ đŹ ] you know, Iâd love to tell you no, and technically I suppose it was a group effort... but... [ đŹ ] you can, too. if itâs mutual, is it really free, or is it just an exchange? [ đŹ ] I have so many questions for a psychologist and yet so much fear for the answers. [ đŹ ] speaking of questions and answers and shitty exes... [ đŹ ] does revenge for this little phone number prank ever cross your mind? [ đŹ ] sometimes I want to humiliate him like he did to me, and I have to remind myself he loves the attention too much to ever feel any shame and itâs totally not worth it. [ đŹ ] but maybe your shitty ex isnât quite as big of a narcissist as mine.Â
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ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (2021- ) 1x01 âTrue Crimeâ

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â White Noise;
RORYâ !!
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. A ripple of vibration from their cell phone against an old oak wood table. Rory had begun to find comfort in this contact specific noise over the past few weeks. At first, it had been one to spark anxiety, especially having just left a terrible relationship with a heart-wrenching break-up. They had no doubt that she would do something like hand out their number, try to get a rise out of them - try to get back in their head. They had definitely received an unsolicited photo or two, and very terribly written message (both in grammar and in content) - but these faceless texts had become endearing, something that they often waited for late into the night when they were still awake, writing away to get lost in their thoughts.
Rory makes sure to quickly save their word document, deeming this a good time to take a break - briefly glancing at the clock and realizing it had been three hours since they last looked; before they lean back in their desk chair, picking up their phone, and quickly switch all their attention to the messages they had received.
[txt] That sounds awful! How did that come about?! [txt] And please. Youâre never a bother. Iâve been here to listen to your thoughts this far, and Iâll continue to be here. So lay it on me.
itâs strange to ariel that something so dangerously out of character for her could have lead to feeling the most herself she has since the break up. despite hiding away in that cubicle, desperate not to be seen crying over the man who never deserved her, it felt like the entire world was watching her. no one cared really, and sheâs still not sure if thatâs a relief or a curse in the grand scheme of things, and regardless, it doesnât bring her any comfort either way. and though she knew revenge wouldnât scratch that itch to be validated either, anger is the only thing she can seem to consistently latch onto â at herself for being played for so long, and him for having the gall to cheat so brazenly in the first place.Â
the number had seemed so clear on the stall door that door, but when sheâd returned later on to obscure the crude comment that accompanied it, itâd never been any brighter or bolder than anything else scrawled across the peeling paint. perhaps, she wonders, itâd been the universe steering her in the right direction, to her new friend, but she doesnât believe in that kind of âfateâ nonsense. benjiâs complete lack of remorse and absence of consequences ( at least so far ) are proof enough all that is just what people tell themselves to feel better. maybe instead, then, she wishes she did believe, so it could do her some good.Â
sheâd been looking for an excuse to ignore the homework in front of her, and more so, the painfully nostalgic song her radio club friend is playing on their show at the moment, when she texts her new anonymous friend. itâs just her luck that theyâre free to reply.Â
[ đŹ ] well, you see, my ex is human garbage. [ đŹ ] he would beg me to go to all these parties and then abandon me the minute we got through the door. nowadays I know what he was up to without me, but thatâs beside the point. [ đŹ ] turns out confronting your absent, cheating boyfriend in front of all his friends and most importantly, the girl you unknowingly dragged him away from, isnât the best decision Iâve ever made, sober OR drunk. I distinctly remember this song playing in the background. how ironic. [ đŹ ] rest in literal pieces, brad from chemistryâs glass table. [ đŹ ] and the aforementioned elbow that still aches every so often. especially when I smack it on the table every time I hear this fucking song.  [ đŹ ] you say that, but I do feel like Iâm using you as a free therapist and you probably deserve compensation at this point. please feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up at any time. [ đŹ ] what is it with exes being shitty? do you think thereâs a science to it?? maybe a psychology student that can explain it to me???