Some kind of writer of fanfic...

Scott/Louis hating each other isn't a dynamic I thought I'd love, but here I am.

Yeah, yeah, Louis "fixing" Scott in one way or another is pretty sweet and cool, always a joy to see. BUT what if they're terrible together?

They run the coven as equals and both consider it their family (Scott is a little more accepting of the idea of ​​the coven as a family under Louis's influence than in canon, and Louis is desperately clinging to that new family because he doesn't want to ever be alone again). And while Louis is trying to build some kind of order, to give everyone in the coven their specific roles, to teach everyone to operate together for thriving, Scott is constantly blowing shit up because he likes messing with Louis, likes making him angry. They fight about it constantly and so loudly that the castle walls shake and the fledglings hide in fear.

Oh, they hate each other so much.

They absolutely can't live without each other.

Louis can't bear to lose the family he's just found, and Scott needs someone he can comfortably lean on to regain his powers quickly after his six-hundred-year slumber.

They're good friends (sometimes), both elder vampires who are equals and understand what eternal life is all about.

They're codependent, stuck in toxic relationships, or something like that. They go through cycles of violence and reconciliation after cycles. They constantly compete to be a little more dominant and impose their own order on the coven. They hate each other. They love each other. They're completely crazy about each other.

I am declaring the next 24 hours to be a universal holiday called Listen To Musithical Day!!!

Starting now and going on for the next 24 hours, go onto your favorite music streaming service and put Musithical’s work on shuffle and show some love for this lovely person who brings us amazing music!!

Make playlists, tell your friends, share your favorite songs and lyrics (I’m listening to Polychrome right now ❤️❤️❤️ so freaking good)

But the good news is! You have another chance! For today just happens to be a whole different holiday called…

*drumrolls*

Musithical Appreciation Day!

We celebrate by appreciating the music and listening on all platforms and upping those numbers!!!

Not to worry!

For you see TODAY just happens to be yet another holiday called…

Vibe With Musithical Day

This past month, Parks & Rec has been doing a lot of work on the field adjacent to my school. They have trucks with flatbeds, mowing/tree-cutting/postholing machinery, etc. And when they arrived, I (campus monitor) was told I would need to herd the kids away from the trucks/machinery and basically prevent them from creating a dangerous situation.

So when recess came around and the kids stampeded out the door I held them up and I said (being funny but at the same time serious, you know how it is, kids listen better if you're funny)

"Okay, I know that you're all smart AND mature, right? And talented and good looking? Definitely the smartest and most talented class in this school? (I say this to every class, they're all 'my favorites'.) And because you're SO intelligent and mature, I don't need to actually TELL you that these guys have vehicles and machinery that you need to stay clear of, right? Because I know you figured that out already, and I also know that YOU know how sad I would be if any of you were run over, or squashed, or had a pole fall on you. I would be SO SAD, like, I would probably have to lie down on the floor and cry. So you're not going to make me cry, right? I can trust you to stay away from the trucks and machines no matter where they are on the field? Because you're wonderful and amazing? My favorites? My inspiration?"

And they're laughing at me of course, because I'm being so dramatic. Some of them are "Yes, and-"ing my dramatics and inventing more involved mourning processes I should undertake if any of them get run over. Some of them are yelling at me that they are NOT mature yet and they are VERY STUPID and I should know this.

It's been three weeks. We had one conversation about it. None of them have gone anywhere near the trucks. This is actually in excess of the typical elementary-schooler's working memory and I'm very proud of them. I haven't had to blow the whistle at ONE person for getting too close even when the trucks were literally 40 feet from the actual playground.