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[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'JK Rowling posted upskirt photos of a woman on Twitter' to Cas 'I love you'. /End ID]
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Let's not beat around the bush: Children's author JK Rowling sexually harassed a woman. In some jurisdictions, this would count as sexual abuse. JK Rowling has committed a sex crime against a woman and fell back on the old rape apologist standby of "she was asking for it".
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So I've been mulling over the Sinsmas dance, as one does, and it feels like an interesting continuation of something we saw Blitz do during the fateful birthday playdate when they were kids.
I've definitely posted about the latter before, but I haven't registered my blog domain (yet) so I can't easily go back in my archive to find old meta and I post too much to scroll at least five months back the old-fashioned way, so lemme set it up to explain what I mean.
One of the things that I find really striking about the scenes we've seen of them together as children is the way Blitz circles back to Stolas's interest in books. Blitz isn't interested in the books, and he's got the pressure of Cash's demands that he steal from the palace weighing on him.
Let's leave aside the fact that Blitz is not a strong reader even as an adult and is very likely dyslexic. Even without those factors that make books a low priority for him on a good day, he's stressed and scared and he was just literally purchased as a plaything and this prince kid seems kind of weird... he's not having a good time, is my point, and he's not willing to engage with Stolas's interests.
But then they play together. They bond, and Blitz gets the weight of his father's demands off his shoulders, and somewhere along the way a genuine friendship starts to blossom. Blitz finds that he likes this weird little prince... and so as the connection between them quickly becomes a sincere one and some of the stress from his mission goes away, he circles back around to the topic of books.
It's not his thing, but he knows it's Stolas's thing, so he brings it back to Stolas's interests by asking about the grimoire. And in doing so, he opens up a conversation that leads to them sharing a lot of big feelings they both have about their respective futures. Stolas admits, albeit obliquely, that he doesn't really understand what his family is expecting of him, and Blitz opens up about his dream of being his own boss someday. He even gets around to promising Stolas a job (indirectly asking Stolas to be a semi-permanent part of the future he envisions for himself).
By keeping Stolas's interests in mind and actively engaging with them despite it not really being his thing, he opens the door for them to bond more deeply and share meaningful things about themselves with each other.
Which brings us back to that moonlit balcony some twenty-six years and change later... because Blitz didn't come up with the impulse to sweep Stolas into a dance out of nowhere.
Back in Apology Tour, Blitz sees Stolas devastated and drunkenly bawling his eyes out over their breakup. He's a mess, and after Blitz has spent months convincing himself that Stolas doesn't give a shit about him and doesn't take anything between them seriously, it's obviously a shock to the system for Blitz.
But the thing is, Stolas doesn't stay devastated the rest of the night. When BTB Guy approaches and asks to dance, he turns Stolas's night around and makes what was otherwise a pretty distressing, terrible experience for Stolas a little less shitty. Blitz clocks this from the jump:
And continues to take notice of how much being invited to dance perks Stolas right up throughout the rest of his time at the event:
In the moment, all Blitz is able to process from this is his regret and heartbreak. He's drowning in self-loathing and the crushing realization that if he had just been brave enough to trust that Stolas meant it when he said he had feelings for him, he could have everything he's ever wanted right now, and instead he's leaving this party alone while Stolas gets swept off his feet by a handsome man. Just like when they were kids, Blitz has too much other shit going on in this exact specific moment to process Stolas's interests... but just like when they were kids, that doesn't mean that he isn't paying attention and remembering.
Blitz doesn't know that Stolas has a history of being left alone in the corner at parties. He doesn't know why it means so much to him that somebody wants to dance with him. But much like he doesn't need to know about Stolas's history of abuse to clock in a relatively short period of time that he's not comfortable with slamming doors and stops kicking open doors around him accordingly (seriously, rewatch Sinsmas and take note of how uncharacteristically calmly Blitz opens doors with Stolas around, in contrast to his usual approach), he doesn't need to know that Stolas has been a wallflower all his life to understand that, for whatever reason, someone wanting to dance with him is meaningful and a good way to cheer him up even when he's desperately unhappy.
So after being by Stolas's side throughout what was unquestionably one of the worst days of his entire life and being unable to do anything other than just be present with him for hours, Blitz brings that understanding out when the moment seems right for it.
And you know what? He's spot on. Stolas has just been through one of the most devastating experiences of his life, he's deep in depression and has been off his meds and most likely recently quit drinking cold turkey besides... but when Blitz sweeps him into a romantic dance to the tune of a syrupy holiday love song, he's delighted. Being on the receiving end of this kind of sincere attention from Blitz makes him so happy, even after everything he's been through that afternoon alone.
There's a lot that these two still don't know about each other, largely because of the nature of the deranged situationship they managed to comedy-of-errors their way into. But just because there's a lot of context they're lacking doesn't mean that they haven't been paying attention. It's really fascinating to see these moments where we can see Blitz bring out his little mental list of Stolas Facts, because every time he does, it seems to lead to the pair of them inviting each other in to share a deeper emotional intimacy.
to be clear you SHOULD buy that cast iron pan and you SHOULD buy that knife set and you SHOULD buy that fancy rice cooker and you SHOULD buy that novelty mug. high quality kitchenware is always worth it you’re literally gonna be using that almost every day
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something i adore about hadestown is that it still meant something, y'know what i mean? like okay, no orpheus's song did not convince hades to give up his empire. hades' love for persephone isn't enough to deconstruct the machine he's built and has convinced himself that he needs in order to protect what he has. but he let them go. he saw the love eurydice and orpheus had for one another and it convinced him to let them try. orpheus may have turned around but they still walked, they almost made it. doubt set it but they were right there. that's further than anyone else can say. nobody else had made it that far. who's to say someone else can't make it a few steps further? persephone is able to leave the underworld and go home again when she needs to. spring has come again, if we're lucky autumn just might too. will this change be permanent? we don't know. but it's something. it doesn't knock down the wall but it's one brick out of it. and that means something. it wasn't all for nothing. it's a crack in the wall. there's a reason we keep singing this old song.
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maybe cain wldnt have killed abel if they had video games to healthily channel the violence between siblings. unfortunately back then the only smash brothers they had was smash brothers head in with a rock
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Many people are very fixated with the fact Stolas has a friend and I understand why. He's been so isolated, no positive relationships aside Octavia and his dysfunctional deal with Blitz. It's so good to see him connecting with someone else and expanding his circle.
But this is also a big deal for Moxxie. Sure, he wasn't as lonely as Stolas. He loves Millie and Blitz, but they are far more similar to each other than to him. Millie and Blitz are best friends for a reason. They both share their love for violence, and while they indulge Moxxie by watching musicals with him, they don't enjoy it at all. Now, with Stolas there, it's the first time Moxxie has someone with the same sensibilities and interests as him, a kindred spirit that will indulge him not only out of love, but out of the same passion for arts as he has. Vivzie said during an interview that Stolas was the piece that was missing in IMP and you have a good example as to why in this last short.
Man, that friendship was meant to be. I've always known their dynamic was gonna be something like we've seen today. I hope there is enough time to explore it more in the next season.
Sleepover Saturday mini prompt: i'm feeling in the mood for some angst so, Blitzø: "Stolas...I love you", Stolas (crying): "Please...don't do this to me again..."
Almost two weeks later, but here you go! Thank you for the prompt ❤️
(on AO3)
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“I love you.”
Blitzø laughs, breathless. He’s said it. Oh, man, he’s finally said it, and it feels as light as a bird stretching out its wings and fluttering in his chest.
He’s so busy marveling at how good he feels it takes him a moment to notice his smile isn’t mirrored in Stolas’ face. In fact, for the longest moment, Stolas’ features give nothing away.
Then they shatter. A shaken breath leaves Stolas’ mouth, and his eyes lower and scrunch, and as the bird takes a long step back, Blitzø feels his heart break into a million pieces.
Panic overtaking him, Blitzø reaches out. He’s fucked things up again and he needs to fix them. He needs to fix this, fast.
He opens his mouth, ready to take back the fragile words, ready to tell Stolas anything that might take away his pain. But when he reaches for those words, what he comes up with instead is a soft, “I love you.”
Stolas cringes, and so does Blitzø. What the fuck is wrong with him?
“Please…” Stolas’ strangled voice stabs through Blitzø’s chest. “Please, don’t do this to me again.”
Blitzø steps forward; Stolas steps back. His long arms wrap around his torso, and it’s only then that Blitzø notices Stolas is wearing his royal attire. He searches the owl’s face, desperate to find visible pupils in Stolas’ piercing eyes, but all he finds is a sea of red anguish as Stolas stares at him like he’s begging Blitzø not to betray him again.
And Blitzø tries. He tries not to move so he won’t spook the prince further, and he parts his lips slowly to make sure he can shape them into the words I’m sorry.
He gets the first sound right, and it all goes wrong from there.
“I… love you.”
Stolas starts crying. Blitzø clutches at his chest. He can’t breathe. The words choke him as they spill out in sudden jerks.
“I love you. I love you.”
“Blitzø,” Stolas begs, “please—”
“I-I love you, I… I—” Blitzø tries to keep it in. He tries, he tries, and— “I love you. I love you, Stolas. I love you.”
Stolas crumples down and sobs into his hands. On his knees, he’s barely taller than Blitzø, and still he’s out of reach, because Blitzø can’t step towards him now. He’s glued to the spot, overtaken by the terror of what he’s doing.
He’s hurting Stolas. He’s making Stolas cry. All Stolas asked was for him to not say those wretched words again, and Blitzø can’t even get that right, because the second he dares to unclench his jaw long enough to draw in air the words pour out of him again.
“I love you. I l-love you. Stolas, I—” I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so fucking sorry, I promise I’m trying, I— “love you.”
The words taste like salt, and that’s how Blitzø knows he’s crying. His hands are blurry when he looks down at them, but he can tell they’re shaking.
Stolas shakes his head. Over, and over, he shakes his head and hides his cries into his palms. Oh, God, Stolas is inconsolable. What has he done?
Blitzø is repulsed by himself. He wants to crawl out of his skin, hollow himself from the inside out until there’s nothing left of the words bursting out of his chest. He’d thought of them as the timid trembling of a bird’s wings as it shook off sleep and got ready to take flight. They’re not. They’re claws, angry and piercing, and with each second that Blitzø tries to hold them in, they tear his flesh and rip his heart to shreds in their frenzy to come out.
“I love you,” Blitzø says again, unable to help it, too weak to fight back. “I love you.”
Though neither of them moves, the space between them stretches. It seems impossible, like it’s not air that fills the growing gap between them, but instead a heavy darkness darkness. Stolas zooms out of his reach until Blitzø can barely make out his silhouette.
He’s slipping away. Stolas is slipping away, and there’s nothing Blitzø can do to stop it.
This is his fault. This is all his fault.
“Blitzø…” His name, broken and damned, echoes in the distance.
I know, he wants so desperately to say, I’m sorry. “I love you.”
Hopefully Stolas can’t hear the words by now.
“Blitzø.”
Blitzø sniffles. Smiles. It’s okay, Stols. You can go now. Please don’t stay here and let me keep hurting you. “I love you.”
Four red dots flash in the distance: they’re faint, and fleeting, and then they’re gone.
At last, the turmoil in his chest settles. With an exhale, the words part from his lips again, and Blitzø knows this time is the last. “I love you.”
Stolas is gone now. That’s good. That means Blitzø can’t hurt him anymore.
He can rest now. He can rest knowing he’ll never have to hurt Stolas again.
“Blitzø!”
Christ on a fucking—
Blitzø jumps out of his skin. His heart pounds, and just like that, he startles awake.
It’s still dark outside, and the apartment is perfectly quiet. The shadows, which draw looming shapes on the living room walls, disappear briefly with the headlights of a passing car. Blitzø sits up on the beanbag and searches the couch.
Four wide red eyes stare back at him.
“Stols,” Blitzø rasps out, voice rougher than he expected. “Wh-What are you doing awake?”
“Are you okay?” murmurs the owl, the words muffled against his blanket. “You sounded upset.”
Shit. His stupid fucking nightmare. Had he woken Stolas up? He hadn’t said any actual words out loud, had he?
“I’m okay. It was just a weird dream.”
“... Okay,” Stolas says, reluctant. Blitzø puts on a reassuring tone.
“Go back to sleep. We got work in the morning.”
In the darkness, he only catches a glimpse of Stolas nodding his head. “All right.”
It takes a while, but eventually he hears Stolas’ breaths deepen, then shape into the tell-tale lulling hoots that signal he’s all the way asleep.
Only then does Blitzø move. He crawls closer to the couch and sits a few steps away from Stolas’ sleeping form, where he can make out the owl’s face with the minimal light coming in from the street.
He takes his time tracing the soft outline of Stolas’ eyelids, examining the soft fuzziness of Stolas’ rounded cheeks. He follows the curve of Stolas’ beak down to his slightly-parted mouth, and watches the slow rise and fall of his body with each steady breath.
Blitz takes his time, even though he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t need to, because it only takes one moment of looking at Stolas for him to locate the quivering beast inside his chest.
Much like Stolas, the creature slumbers and doesn’t stir; not even when Blitzø feels around it carefully to study its weight inside his ribcage and explore its thrumming warmth around his heart.
Blitzø opens his mouth and feels the words I love you build inside his chest. They don’t seem in a rush to come out. Still, he double checks:
“Goodnight, Stols.
The words come out easily, untarnished by the ones sleeping away contentedly in the deepest caverns of his chest.
It’s that last confirmation—the knowledge that he still has power over his voice, that the words won’t spill out without permission, that he’s not about to break Stolas’ heart again—that allows him to clamber back to his beanbag and chase after some more sleep.
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