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naksushadows · 3 months

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Our Beloved Summer posters bring warmth to the heart and the pleasant feeling of a summer day in the late afternoon with the sun setting.

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save-the-data · 7 months

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Hidden Love | S01E12

Thai Drama - 2021, 14 episodes

#Drama: Hidden Love #LGBTQ+#Ghost-seeing Male Lead #Comedy #Flashback to Past #หอซ่อนรัก #Peter Chonpachara Jeepetch #Bosszo Thawatchanin Darayon #Net Thanachar Paosung #Sun Chewanon Rabelbauer #Thai BL #BL GIFS #Romance #Youth

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months

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Bonus 7: Time moves sideways

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#poorly drawn mdzs #better drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #Despite a whole ass inspiration board for reference - it turns out drawing and colouring half submerged people is a CHALLENGE.#I am channeling the zoobie bunny and internally screaming “WHY DID YOU THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA”.#What I wanted was a cool transition between present and past! What I got was a very full mouth of my own foot!#That said: there are aspects I really like about this one and I feel like I got most of the way to where I wanted it to be.#Water is hard to draw and I am saying that even after dedicating a full 4 page comic with people in the water.#Forget hands. Water is my new nemesis.#I love how floaty this flashback transition was. The hazy mind wandering as LWJ carries him as a set up to recollection!#Aren't memories an incredible thing? To relive a moment in your mind? To have time repeat again and again?#And yet it is always a little different when we go to recall it once again. We are different people than the person we once were.

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bunniebi · 2 months

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Seven @ the diner (+ my mc)

#this flashback story is soo cute i think!#its fun to read the times when theyre still friends in the past because that makes their dynamic in the present sadder <3 #sevens hair is shorter than i think its in the present bc theyre high schoolers...#infamous if #seven lawless #infamous #infamous art #digital art #infamous oc #oc - evan medina #look the perspective doesnt make sense everywhere so dont think about it <3

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alastair-1205 · 7 months

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Yall remember that one scene where Zane is talking to Mr. Frohicky after losing the Zane-alike contest and has an existential crisis about not being the person he was before The Merge? Yea so fun fact about that, the music they play during that exchange is the FUCKING ICE EMPEROR THEME! It kinda feels like them finally acknowledging that canonically committing genocide would have fucked Zane up real good actually and I'm honestly here for it.

#Nya may not have had flashbacks to her past truama but Zane sure as hell did lmao #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #ninjago zane #zane julian #God the music of this show makes me ill sometimes

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snek-eyes · 8 months

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See you in hell.

[ID: A series of gifs from the Good Omens 2.2 minisode "A Companion to Owls."

Sitis looks disbelieving as she says, "…No. God wouldn't!" Crowley gives an exaggerated frown and replies, "Are you sure?"

Sitis looks horrified and says, "But they've done nothing! They're innocent!" Crowley nods impassively: "So were the goats." Sitis stares at him in horror.

In the cellar, Aziraphale looks back over his shoulder, seeming offended. "God's [side], of course!" Crowley reclines, raising his eyebrows and nodding. "Oh, really. Same God that wants me to whack the kids?"

Aziraphale looks very uncertain, and slowly says, "…Yes. But…" Crowley grins slowly, gesturing to Aziraphale and saying, "That's just how it started for me."

Back in the house, Sitis looks devastated and desperate. "If my children are dead, then… I will curse God, and—"

Crowley swings abruptly around the doorframe and rushes over to interrupt Sitis. "WHOA! That never ends well."

At the cliff's edge overlooking the sea, Aziraphale looks on the verge of tears but determined. "Well. I'm ready to go." Crowley asks: "Go where?" Aziraphale swallows. "To hell."

Crowley sits down on the rock and says, "I'm not taking you to hell, Angel." Aziraphale looks over at him, his tearful expression turning confused. "Why not?" Crowley replies mildly, "Well, I don't think you'd like it."

End ID.]

#good omens 2 #good omens #good omens spoilers #a companion to owls #goodomensedit #crowley #aziraphale #sitis #v watches good omens #v posts things #job flashback #me sitting down next to myself on a rock overlooking the sea: still haven't moved past the job story huh #me: nope #i can't stop thinking about the line Edinburgh when Crowley says to Aziraphale #'It's a bit different when it's someone you know isn't it'#it's different when you have to see the effects of your actions on actual people and acknowledge their pain #as opposed to say. the entity on high responsible for the flood and the bet about Job. who then stopped talking to anyone.#Crowley's not really on hell's side but he is most definitely absolutely not on God's side.#reposting this in hopes it actually shows up in the tags this time :'|#id below the cut #And I wrote a lot more in a reblog so if you're already reading down here maybe check that out #flashing gif

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alsoyooraiyah · 2 months

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noticed that they like to put little parallel moments between current day rafayel and his other lives. i don’t know what to do with this other than rotate it in my brain :3

more under the cut + some spoilers for him in general

left: deepsea riches. he’s teaching mc how to use the fishtail beacon

right: main story, 7-6. he’s helping mc use her evol to resonate with the coral stone

left: deepsea riches. he’s taking mc out of the palace that she’s never supposed to leave

right: nightly stroll. he’s taking mc to investigate a fish pond by akso hospital. this time, he’s the one who’s not supposed to be outside

left: sea of golden sands, part 3. the glowing blue fish appears after he promises to come back for mc one day after she sets him free from enslavement

right: nightly stroll. the glowing blue fish appears after mc chooses to either never make rafayel wait for her again or wish for him to be reunited with the girl who saved him from dying stranded on a beach

left: fragrant dream. he and mc are on a boat. he is gazing at her when he comments on how beautiful the scenery is.

right: blossoms, kindled 3. again, it’s not the scenery he’s looking at when he agrees that the ‘view’ is beautiful.

i’m sure there’s more than i didnt catch or havent seen but these are the ones ive noticed between the cards i have and myth chapters ive unlocked ;w;

#rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace #something something they both carry something similar in their core in each life theyre together #yadda yadda both very different in each life yet the core is the same #i love him….#also is that ocean emissary like… light confirmation that he’s still the god of the sea in his current day incarnation….?#i actually noticed the fragrant dream + blossoms one first and since then ive been so :0 #wouldve included the fireworks vow pinky promise but i dont think that #the pinky promise we seen in his flashback in ch7 is from a past life…?

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fellsoleander · 2 months

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oh nothing just thinking about that period between xvii and xviii where flint wakes up alone in a cell, his partner’s blood drying on his face, and realizes with a terrible clarity that nothing will be the same ever again

#I NEED TO NOT BE HERE RIGHT NOW.#that implied time makes me feel the worst things in the worst way.#i understand now why yall were saying that miranda wasn’t the only one that died that day #rocking back and forth and thinking about how hard he tried to be james mcgraw this season.#if anything the constant flashbacks to his past indicate that he’s still hovering between his two identities #especially when he speaks his old name into existence with abigail and miranda….#he hasn’t forgotten it. he doesn’t want to forget it. he doesn’t want to reach that point of no return #and in charlestown he was willing to act the part of a muzzled dog if it meant he wouldn’t be seen as just captain flint #but a muzzled dog is still an angry dog and when you take away the thing it loves…#cries so hard i throw up #black sails #james flint

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bartholomew-junior · 2 months

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wooooo revived!clover! i have so many thoughts abt this au and they cannot all fit here so take some doodles

@brewingcoffi

#i am very shoddy at drawing kids and the most practice i’ve had in a while is the 5 souls drawing #so clover looks a lil half baked #shout out to ceroba who i cannot draw at all but who is having flashbacks of kanako #i imagine flowey’s getting desperate because clover is the 6th soul and the underground is almost free #and he yearns a lot for simpler times so he keeps clover in some basic attempt to hold on to past stuff #some “let’s entertain each other for a while longer” stuff #also the soul of JUSTICE losing all of their EMPATHY and EMOTION?? when that is the very basis of them?#their purpose? that’s huge stuff. and its all so flowey can get back at his dad. god this au is so cool #undertale yellow #uty #uty clover #flowey #flowey undertale #on the edge of my comically large seat waiting 4 the next lore drop #edit: how in god’s name did this get 100 notes

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keepthetension · 3 months

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went back to the first few eps of dff to get a memory refresher and when fluke says por will probably die soon, jin says

and the camera cuts to phee giving jin this look

which may be absolutely nothing at all but i can't stop thinking of it as a "oh? now you're desperate to help? now you're worried about letting a friend die?" face

#dead friend forever #dff the series #my memory is so bad i can't remember a damn thing about exactly how the shit hit the fan at the start of the show #and it's amazing rewatching after seeing everything that happened in the past flashback eps #i like the idea that phee has some long revenge game in mind #and it's fascinating going back with that in mind #i support phee in making them all suffer #as a treat #this show is incredible like at first i was like: how are they going to keep this interesting for so many episodes?#but now i'm like OMG I HOPE THEY HAVE ENOUGH EPISODES TO TELL THE STORY #unbelievable lol

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naksushadows · 3 months

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“Every life is a work of art. And it becomes complete when all the pieces come together.” – Kim Jiung

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save-the-data · 7 months

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Hidden Love | S01E09

Thai Drama - 2021, 14 episodes

#Drama: Hidden Love #Ghost-seeing Male Lead #Comedy #Flashback to Past #หอซ่อนรัก #Peter Chonpachara Jeepetch #Bosszo Thawatchanin Darayon #Net Thanachar Paosung #Sun Chewanon Rabelbauer

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whumpshaped · 3 months

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tw addiction whump, alcohol, past trauma, pet whump, rocky recovery, flashbacks, emeto, paranoia, self-blame, self-deprecation, dehumanisation

Once Whumpee had gotten out and was allowed to make their own decisions again, they decided it would be prudent to make as many bad ones in as short a time frame as humanly possible. Their first trip out of the hospital had brought them straight to the liquor store, and they bought as much alcohol as their court settlement could pay for. They wanted nothing but to forget. Forget the trial, forget their captivity, forget…

Sit pretty for me. There you go, good boy. Aren’t you a good little pet?

They swallowed and threw the money on the counter, then grabbed their beverages and left without a word. They didn’t give the cashier enough time to recognise them from the news.

The bottles kept clinking together quite obnoxiously as Whumpee struggled to bring all of them up the stairs to their apartment. They clinked even more as they tried to put them down one by one without breaking any so they could fish their key out of their pocket. They groaned when they realised they would have to repeat the whole thing again; pick up the bottles one by one, bring them inside, push the door closed with their hip, put them down one by one, lock the door.

They stared at the collection of all the different beverages they had laid out in front of them. Vodka, gin, whiskey, whatever they could find on the shelves, they’d bought. They had no idea what they liked. They doubted they liked any of it.

Whumpee glanced towards the window, shame immediately rising in their chest. What if someone saw them? Would the people judge them? Would the knowledge of their trauma make it worse in their mind or better? Would they accept them as just another failure of society, someone who had been too weak to handle the hand life had dealt them? Or would they scream and shout about the unfairness, the fact that someone as useless as them had been given such a large sum of money, only so they could blow it on substances?

They stepped up to the window and hastily closed the blinds. Nobody would see them like this. Not now, not ever.

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Whumpee’s resolution to avoid others whenever they were wasted had crumbled in the first few days, because they’d thought it appropriate to go out and try to make friends. They had been so desperately lonely.

They’d woken up one day on a public bench, being watched over by a stranger. They had excused themself and rushed home, drowning out the memory with more alcohol right after having thrown up the last of the previous day’s shots.

But it seemed like their drunk mind wanted nothing but the tentative familiarity of that chance meeting to be repeated over and over again, because they found themself back on the bench every other day. Caretaker — as the stranger had introduced themself — was always kind to them, and always made sure no one else bothered them on their leisurely strolls. They were… different, odd, but a safe kind of odd, the kind of odd Whumpee felt comfortable inviting into their depressing little apartment after just a week of knowing them.

One week? Two weeks? Whumpee couldn’t remember. It hadn’t been a long time, probably, because their first supply of alcohol was still going strong.

“I don’t think I should,” Caretaker said awkwardly. “I mean… Are you sure you want me there?”

“Yeah… yeah, I… I don’t have anyone else, really…” they slurred, blissfully unaware of how much of a target they were putting on their back. It was nothing but luck that Caretaker didn’t jump on the opportunity to burgle the victim of one of the most famous legal cases, who, as everyone seemed to be aware of, was sitting on a pile of cash.

“Don’t say that,” they said quietly, and Whumpee instinctively assumed it was out of pity.

“Why? It’s true. Everyone knows, ‘cuz I walk around here every single fucking day, and I’m always fucking alone.” They gave Caretaker a lazy grin. “Not right now, I guess, but it’s not like you’re constantly with me, huh? And eeeeveryone hates me for it, they want me fucking gone, they want me off the public property, and away from their children, and they look at me like I’m no different than the pile of fucking trash they leave out every Tuesday!”

“Alright, alright, but don’t fucking tell everyone that you’re constantly alone. At least lie about it.”

That made Whumpee stop in their tracks, their dumb smile faltering a little. “Huh?”

“There are bad people in this world, Whumpee. You should know that better than anyone. Just lie and say you’re going to a friend’s place, or going back home to your family. No need to make it known that you’re easy pickings.”

Whumpee stared at them blankly, trying to process the words. “Huh…?” Was Caretaker… not saying it as a means to comfort them?

“I’ll explain one more time once we get to your place, if you still wanna bring me back.”

Of course they did. They wanted it more now than ever.

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“Pet me?” Whumpee asked abruptly.

“What? Like a dog?”

Whumpee tensed. Even in their drunken haze, the comparison sent them back to the place they’d so painstakingly escaped. “I… guess so.”

Caretaker seemed to notice the change in atmosphere too, and they put two and two together. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised—”

“It doesn’t matter.” They pushed their head against Caretaker’s thigh. Admittedly, the alcohol made it easier to forget, even if not to forgive. “Pet me?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I’m asking you.”

Caretaker hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on top of Whumpee’s head. They carefully carded their fingers through the soft hair, gently scratching their scalp as they went. Whumpee had the feeling Caretaker was being overly cautious, so they nuzzled against their hand as a way of encouragement.

“It’s okay if you think of me as a dog,” Whumpee said before they could stop themself. It wasn’t okay, but they didn’t want Caretaker to hold back on the headpats just because they thought it might trigger something in them. Even if it might.

“It’s not,” they said anyway. “I’d never think of you as a dog.”

Whumpee huffed. “Maybe it’d make everything easier, honestly. You wouldn’t fault a dog for being useless. You’d just coo at it endlessly, everyone would. ‘Aww, look at that adorable, useless dog. Who cares what it can do for me? All it has to do is lie there and be adorable.’”

“Do you think of yourself as a dog?” Caretaker asked softly.

“I sank lower than a dog ages ago, I think. I’d have to work really hard to get back up there. I’m more like… a roly poly.”

Caretaker petted them mutely for a while, repeating the pleasant motions and slowly lulling Whumpee to sleep. “I like roly polies,” they murmured before Whumpee could’ve fully drifted off. “And I like dogs too. But…” Their petting stopped, and they let out a heavy sigh. “I like you so much more and so differently than any animal.”

-

“You’re gonna die of alcohol poisoning one day, you know.”

“I’m gonna die of withdrawal…” Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to get the bottle from Caretaker, but they held it up and out of their reach. “You know you can’t keep it from me if you want me alive…”

“Oh, I can. We’re gonna work on it, bit by bit. And right now, you’re not getting any.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“Nope.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

Caretaker rolled their eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”

Whumpee rolled over onto their back, trying to ignore the nausea. The ceiling was swirling and morphing, and they had no desire to ever see it come to a stop again. “I’d rather get alcohol poisoning than die of withdrawal, I think. I don’t know how either of them are, but I know I don’t want to be sober.”

“Hopefully, you won’t ever know how either of them are.”

Whumpee scoffed. “I didn’t want to know what being a human pet was like, and here we are. Not only do I know, but thanks to the fucking trials, everyone else knows too.”

“That doesn’t mean everything you don’t want happening to you will suddenly happen. You don’t have to run head first into a wall just because you feel like it’s coming at you and you want to strike first. Walls don’t usually move. Not when you’re sober.”

“Huh?”

Caretaker sat down on the sofa next to them, gently rubbing their arm. “I think you deserve a better life, Whumpee. Even if you don’t want any.”

“I don’t—” The nausea suddenly became unbearable, and they pushed themself off the couch to stumble into the bathroom. They didn’t reach the toilet.

They had no idea what they’d meant to say before the accident. No one would ever know.

#whump #whump drabble #addiction whump #alcohol #past trauma #pet whump #recovery fic #flashbacks #emeto #paranoia #self-blame #self-deprecation #dehumanisation #comfort

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oflights · 21 days

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wip snip 5.1

i've been tagged a bunch of times over the past few weeks to post wip snips and only had the last few chapters of star splitter to post, so i bailed. i finally have something new to preview!! have a bit of the gilmore girls fic, still in progress. 🥰

Just about 8 years ago, the bell over the doorframe jingled violently as Draco Malfoy threw the door open and swept in, already talking. “Bloody hell, that snow is abominable,” he was saying. He hefted a bundled, starfish-shaped form that would turn out to be a toddler by his hip, a pram scooting behind them and leaving a wet trail on Harry’s floor. With a flick of his wrist, the pram had folded up and nestled in the corner of the dining area, dripping there ignored, as Draco descended upon the counter much the same as he did almost every day.

“You, there—please tell me this place has something warm to—” And then Draco froze, because back then he had not done this every day; this was the first time, and more specifically the first time he had seen Harry Potter in the flesh since their eighth year of Hogwarts.

“Malfoy,” Harry had said, eyeing the puffy bundle warily. He didn’t know it was a toddler then; every bit of Scorpius was covered up and radiating Warming Charms. In hindsight, he was probably sweating, but Harry was to later learn that Scorpius had been a quite agreeable child until he learned to read—an apparent mistake that Draco despairs of having made a few times a week—and he made no complaints even dropped onto a stool as he was, propped up against his father.

“What are you doing here?” Draco, then Malfoy, had demanded. He looked utterly thrown and somehow offended, as if Harry’s existence in his own place of business was a grave insult to him.

“This is my place,” Harry said, and then as an instinctive response to Draco’s disbelieving scoff, he added, “I own it.” He’d hoped Draco would pick up on the implied threat—don’t be an arse or I’ll kick you out.

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“This place is called Al’s,” Draco said accusingly. “You’re not Al.”

“Nope, I’m not. I’m Harry.” When Draco stared at him, Harry clarified, “Harry Potter.”

“I know you’re—who is Al, then?” Draco went pale beneath his winter flush. “Wait. Did you name this place after—Dumbledore?” He whispered the name as if ashamed, and Harry supposed that was about right, though it garnered him little sympathy.

Harry let that dread sit on Draco’s face for a few moments before he said, “No, it was already called Al’s when I bought it. Didn’t feel like changing the name.” He had changed everything else about it, though, spending one exhausting summer converting it from a pub no one really liked to go to anymore to a greasy spoon that people liked much more.

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Harry had not opened this place and kept it open so he could be insulted and bullied; he was long past the time in his life when he would accept that, especially from the likes of Draco Malfoy. And so he opened his mouth once again to tell Draco to get out—ignoring all the questions he had for him, like what he was doing in this town, out in the snowstorm, carrying some sort of doll, maybe?

Before he could say so, and even before Draco could interrupt, the doll made a noise that made Harry startle and drop the rag he’d been wiping down the counter with. The doll made another noise, reached out, and grabbed the rag.

“Mine!” the doll said, lifting its head until a nose poked out of its bundling. That was when Harry realized that what Draco had set down on the stool was a toddler.

“Not yours,” Draco said as Harry tried to process this. “Let it go, Scorpius, it’s disgusting!”

“Oh,” said Scorpius, in a very wobbly sort of voice. His head tipped up so much that Harry could now see wide eyes, which were a complex hazel shade that made him really start to wonder what Draco was doing with a toddler. Said eyes were glistening slightly, and to accompany the look, Scorpius said, “Okay,” in the saddest little voice Harry had ever heard. He dropped the rag back on the counter; he could barely move his arm in his heavy, puffy coat.

“He can have it,” Harry said quickly; he grabbed up the rag and tried to hand it back, unable to deal with that stricken face.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry wip #wip snip #oflights #gilmore girls au #tbh it's not a proper AU it's just borrowing the gilmore girls setup #each chapter (there are four) will cover a season in a year + flashbacks to past seasons and i am done with winter 🎉

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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You can wash off the makeup, but the mascara still runs.

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#Poorly Drawn MDZS #MDZS #wei wuxian #season 1 #This is the scene in every highschool drama where the MC overhears someone talking abt them in the bathroom #I was trying to go for a 'your cringe' -esque crying face but i think ill save that for a cloud recess flashback #Yeah i could have added more context here #yeah im following rule of funny 99% of the time for this project #I love how this is set up without really going into too much detail about the past here. Its a secret torture tool for later angst #by this I mean WWXs guilt #Also; if im planning this correctly-this comic comes out the day of or the day after I have a funeral to attend so...me too buddy...me too.#Onwards to ep 3!

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chirpsythismorning · 25 days

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S5 opener REAL

#byler #will byers #stranger things #every season besides s4-5 opens with non main characters #for el we got a flashback of the lab followed by her perspective in the scene directly after #and I think for Will we will see something similar #with us getting the flashback of him in castle byers in the UD #followed by him in the present in the scene after #but what exactly would warrant that memory being brought up in association with Will in the present?#mayhaps his connection to the mindflayer and the UD run deeper than we realize…#it’s likely not something he could just rid himself of in s2 and now he’s all good #he literally still feels a connection to everything he is feeling #that means he is still technically at risk of being the spy in some capacity #the massacre at Hawkins lab also was a guiding force for El discovering the ‘truth’ in s4 #so it’s likely for Will this instance will operate in a way that re-contextualizes the events in the past up to now #like that time Will suggested they go to the hospital in s3 only for the flayed to be waiting for them #or how flayed Billy knew they were at the cabin…#all while Will was looking cryptic as hell in that scene watching over el #or the fact that he picked Billy in the first place the season after he focused on Will…#you know.. williams #I think the easiest way to introduce the castle Byers flashback is a dream honestly #specifically a dream within a dream #seeing that recent leak and Will looking like either he has a black or hasn’t slept in days #is giving very much ‘I am afraid to sleep bc I’m scared of what will happen’#I think dude is not exactly possessed in the sense that we already saw in s2 with like the particicles #but he’s still vulnerable #the door is still ajar…#no but fr this idea of opening a door in your mind was so blatant in st2 AND s3b of teen wolf #I think a big part of it will be guilting Will over the fact that Will has helped him before without Will telling the others #hence his weird vibe in s3… like he’s already successfully fucked with Will post s2 potentially with us being none the wiser aka here we go

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