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king-zacharyy · 2 months

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Here)

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"Oh, Maxie.." Steve breathed, pained, as his eyes landed on the prone teen.

"Steve! You should be resting." El said, not getting up from her spot at Max's bedside. Lucas was on her other side, and they were both holding Max's hands.

"Ellie," Steve said on a sigh. Robin wheeled him over to her, and he took her unoccupied hand. "I'm tired of resting. I needed to see my girls. How have you been, kiddo?"

Ellie's head dropped to his shoulder, and she squeezed his hand, practically sagging against him. "Tired. I missed you. I was not happy when I found out you were hurt. Again."

He winced, apologizing, and looked at Lucas. "Lu." He looked up from Max's hand, and Steve could see the tears gathering in his red eyes. "C'mere." He raised his free arm, and Lucas reluctantly let go of Max to tuck into Steve's side.

"She's going to be okay." And he believed that. Max was a fighter, and she had people to return to. "She's going to be okay. We're going to be okay."

Steve took a moment to look around the room, taking note that only Robin, Hopper, and Erica had joined them. It was then that he noticed the lack of one Susan Mayfield.

"Where’s her mom?" Steve asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

"We don't know. No one has been able to get in contact with Ms. Mayfield since the earthquake. We're not even sure if she's alive." His dad's answer was enough confirmation in Steve's mind, though.

Susan wasn't doing good after Billy's death, and when Neil Hargrove up and left, she just got worse. She was drinking, he knew, and working all the time, but she loved Max. He knew she did. He could see it every time he talked to her about Max. If she was alive, she'd be here.

He nods and finally takes her in. Her right arm is wrapped in a cast. Little drawings, as well as The Party's names, are all over it in different colored sharpie. It draws a smile out of him. Both of her legs are also in casts, elevated by pillows, and also decorated. The air punched out of his lungs as he took in her face. She had an oxygen mask on, and her skin was pale. Her fire red hair was in two braids, and she looked– small.

Max was never small. Even when face-to-face with a demodog, she never shrank. Even in the face of Billy Hargrove threatening her friends and beating Steve's face in, she stood her ground.

Steve had to choke back a sob, guilt and despair clawing at his throat. This was his fault. It was his fault she got hurt. It was his fault Erica and Lucas got hurt. It was his fault Dustin got hurt. It was his fault Eddie almost died.

He was their protector. He was the one who took the hits. The kids weren't supposed to get hurt. That was his job. What good was he if he couldn't even do that? What reason would everyone have for sticking around if he was so useless?

Maybe it would be better if he had been taken instead of Barb back in '83. Then Nancy would have her best friend, Robin and Erica never would've been dragged into all of this, and Max and Eddie wouldn't be hospitalized right now.

"I can hear your self-deprication from here, Dingus. It's not your fault." Robin's voice snapped him out of his spiral, and he cut her a glare, without any heat behind it.

"It’s no one's fault but Vecna's. And Jason's." Lucas said into his shoulder, and Steve kissed the top of his head in thanks and acknowledgment.

It would probably take a while for him to genuinely believe them, but for now, he pushed the negative thoughts aside. No matter what, he wasn't letting any of the kids get hurt again on his watch. When Max woke up, and she would wake up, he would be there for her.

"Okay, kiddies. I've gotta go check on Eddie and Mike, but I'll be back in here when Robin next allows it. I love you both." He pressed a kiss to both El and Lucas' heads, squeezed them goodbye, and detangled from them with a not-small amount of reluctance.

Robin wheeled him to Max's head so he could press a kiss to her temple and whisper an, "I love you, Maxie. Get better soon, my little zoomer." With that sentiment, he was wheeled out of the room and towards Eddie's room.

"Where'd everyone else go?" He asked Hopper. Erica stayed with her brother, so it was just Robbie and his dad with him now.

"The Byers left to find a place to stay for the night, the Wheelers went with them, and Henderson said he was going to Munson's room."

"Eddie hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said that it might be a while before that happens because of how much blood he lost and the extent of his wounds. Mike was with him, but he was in your room a bit before you woke up. That's all I know so far, though, because I've mostly been with you." Robin added, and Steve's stomach dropped a bit with the news about Eddie.

Before Steve could comment or question further, they reached the room. He felt the last of the tension in his shoulders unwind at the sound of Eddie's heart monitor, secure in the knowledge that everyone in the party was alive.

"Hey, Dust." Robin parked him next to Dustin, where he was sitting in a chair by the bed. The boy immediately sagged into his side, and Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"I'm going to go talk to your doctor and try to find Joyce." His dad said, ruffling his hair and leaving the room. Robin pulled up a seat on his right and clasped his hand in hers.

"So... Are we gonna talk about how you called Hopper 'Dad'?" Steve suppressed the blush that wanted to spread on his cheeks at Dustin's question, and ruffled his hair.

"What’s there to talk about? We're all aware my parents are shit, and over the last year, Hop's been more of Dad than my actual father. He is my dad. In all the ways that matter. And I refuse to be embarrassed about that."

Dustin gave him an analyzing look before nodding and resting his head back on Steve's shoulder.

Steve took a minute to take in Eddie's state and felt the same strangeness as he had with Max earlier.

Throughout the time that Steve had known him– both in school and over the past week– Eddie was in constant motion. From pacing to walking on tables to a bouncing leg to fidling with his rings to restless hands while talking. But he was never still.

Now he was– save for the rise and fall of his chest– motionless. And the last time Steve had seen him motionless was–

Steve's breath caught in his chest, a lump caught in his throat blocking his airway, and he couldn't breathe. He couldn't–

Steve felt this urgent, all-consuming need to feel Eddie's heartbeat, then. As though his own heart would stop beating if he didn't.

It was irrational, he knew. Steve could hear the drumming of his heart in his ears, and the EKG Eddie was hooked up to was beeping without a hitch to be seen or heard, but–

His fingers wrapped around a pale wrist– and when did he let go of Robin's hand?– thumb pressed to the pulse point there and waiting, waiting, waiting until–

Thump ... Thump ... Thump

The roaring in Steve's ears dissipated as his heart slowed to a matching beat, and he could finally breathe, almost like nothing had ever been wrong in the first place.

It should have been surprising, scary even, the speed at which Steve fell for the other man, but in reality? Well, he had known he liked both for a long while, and Steve had always loved hard and fast. Always gave his heart out as easily as someone handed out candy on Halloween. He always gave more than he received, and it always backfired.

(Well– that's not entirely true. It wasn't that way with Robin, but Robin had always been different. Robin was the first– and only– person where the give-and-take was equal. She was his best friend, his sister, his other half, the platonic love of his life. His soulmate. (With a capital P as they always emphasized) His Robbie.)

But– it wasn't like he could help it. No matter how many times his heart got stomped on, no matter how many people did the stomping, he couldn't stop giving his love. Even if he– and said love– was just bullshit.

This time would be different though, he promised. This time, he'd hold his love close to his chest. He'll feel it, but it won't be given. Steve was barely friends with Eddie, and honestly? If that was all he got? Steve thinks he could live. He thinks he could be content. As long as he has Eddie, even if he isn't his.

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Well, after some sever hiccups in the writing process as well as some writers block and lack of motivation, here is part 3! Don't worry, this is certainly not the last part, I only do Happy endings, nothing sad or hopeful.

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erikiara80 · 2 years

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ST analysis/S5 theories Part I: Will and Henry - parallels and differences

I started making theories on S5 the moment I finished S4. It was so good! Of course, theories should be fun, and they come from my immense love for this story and its amazing characters. If what I speculate doesn’t happen, no problem. I just hope the story is good. That being said, let’s have fun!

There are so many theories to discuss and analysis to make. Where the powers come from, Will and Eleven, the parallels between the two Byler relationships (Nancy/ Jonathan, and Will/ Mike) and so much more! But today let’s talk about my favorite character, Will Byers. He didn’t have much to do this season, but his scenes were among my favorite. Some of them were so beautiful and heartbreaking. Noah Schnapp is such a talented actor. But more importantly, some of the most shocking reveals of the show that we got in S4 involve Will directly. That’s why they had to send him to California, imo, or it would be even more obvious. This proves his fundamental role in the story and in the last season of Stranger Things. I’m talking about Henry and Will’s parallels, the Upside Down being stuck at 11/6/83, the day Will went missing, Dustin telling they needed Will, and Nancy mentioning how he found a way to communicate with his mom with the lights. They really wanted us to think about the mysterious week he spent there alone. And for good reasons.

1. Parallels between Will Byers and Henry Creel

They’re obvious and very deliberate. From the words to describe them (sensitive kids), to their clothes and love for drawing. The writers went out of their way to make us notice how similar they are. Of course, it’s important for the story.

Two sensitive kids who love drawing

Almost the same clothes

They both drew the Mind Flayer.

Both Vecna and Will are called wizards. The password to enter Castle Byers in S1 is Radagast, the name of one of the wizards in The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings. Also, notice the flames on Will’s cloak. Flames, fireballs. The only thing that can hurt the creatures of the UD. Coincidence? I think not.

Hopper, in S2, asks if they can kill the Mind Flayer with fireballs

Even the littlest details show the clear connection between them.

Will in his classroom, in Lenora. Behind him, the name Henry

Henry’s infamous grandfather clock. The name of the manufacturer: Williams The clock was important in S4 and will be even more important in S5 (the theory on why is here )

So yeah, we get it, Duffer brothers. Will and Henry are similar (cough, and they both have powers, cough)

2. Differences

Henry didn’t have a loving family. His father seemed to at least care about him, but they didn’t seem close. Henry calling him blind and dumb could mean that he didn’t see many things, not just that he lost his eyes. Henry’s mother despised him and wanted a doctor to lock him up to fix him. And I’m sure he didn’t have a bond with his sister, who probably considered him a freak. Henry was a lonely, kid, like he said, deeply misunderstood, and when he realized he had powers, he didn’t have anybody who could guide him or stop him. So he started to use them to hurt others. He became a predator. He said: But for good. So he didn’t just kill for fun. But that doesn’t change the fact that he chose violence.

Will has an awful dad, but he has a loving mother and brother. He has friends he loves fiercely, especially Mike. People who would do anything to protect him. And Will’s so selfless that he was even worried about Jonathan’s hand, when he was the one who’d almost died in a scary, alternate dimension.

So why showing us how similar Will and Henry are? Some people think it’s foreshadowing of Will becoming like Henry. I disagree. We know that in S5 Will will have a huge role, but it’s going to be, to quote the Duffers, “the beginning of his coming of age”. I doubt they want him to be possessed again and start killing people. He’ll be a hero, not a villain.

Anyway, I think it is possible that Will only has vague memories of what happened to him in the UD. I’m sure people told him what he did, about the lights, the cassette player, the phone calls, and he was just like, hm, yeah, I did those things. It wouldn’t be too strange. In S2, Lucas told Max that Will didn’t want to talk about his experience. And let’s be honest. Has anyone ever asked him how he was able to almost open a gate in his living room? Or how did El recognize him from that pic? They never answered those questions. So maybe the answer in S5 will be something like: We were so focused on saving you, that we never really thought about it. Or, you always said you didn’t want to talk about it. And Will could say that it was all confused and he just remembered he was always cold and scared.

Maybe he can’t remember because of the trauma. Like El forgot about Henry and the massacre. Or it could be something that was done to him. To let him stay dormant until Vecna or the MF needs him, once the UD starts to merge with our world. Will literally said that to Max and Lucas in S3, when they were talking about the Flayed people: “It’s like you’re dormant.” The actor who plays Henry said that Vecna and Will have history. So, in S5, Will could realise that he knows more than he thinks and will need to remember every detail about those terrifying days. And in doing so, he will find the answers they need to win.

S5 SPOILERS

From some bts photos, we know that someone will get targeted by Vecna, or will have visions, or will have to reliving memories.

Noah posted this pic on IG. He wears the same harness used when Max got Vecna’d in 4x04.

EDIT: It seems that the harness was for the van scene, for safety. But the other pics are still proof that something weird is going to happen, for sure

This is a flying harness.

In the S4 read table we see the actor who plays Lonnie. But we didn’t see Lonnie in S4, so either they cut his scene or they’ve already filmed a few scenes of S5.

And here another bts pic of Noah and Millie at the Rink-o-Mania. Noah wears the same brown shirt. In the actual scene he doesn’t, so this happens later, in a vision. Whose vision? Who knows? Will's? Mike's, if he gets Vecna'd? Look at Millie’s dress. Yep. That’s the milkshake.

But even tho we don’t know what these pics mean, the hints throughout the whole show are clear: Will is important and has a deep connection to Henry, the Mind Flayer and the UD, because he has powers too. And this is one of the biggest surprises of the show.

3. Will wasn’t just a random victim and the kidnapping scene proves it

How:

The Demogorgon’s attack is different

The door opened with telekinesis (no creature in the show has ever used that power. Not the Demogorgons in S1 and S4, nor the demobats or demodogs. They could include that element in other seasons, but maybe they didn’t because they decided it could actually mean something)

The shed’s light (this detail comes back in S4. In the Creel House)

1) It really seems that the Demorgogon specifically targeted Will, because after the kidnapping we learn that the monster chases preys that are bleeding: Barb, the deer, Jonathan and Nancy, the government men (at the school, Mike even says twice: “Blood! Blood!”) But the monster never really attacks Joyce. Imo, because she wasn’t bleeding. The Demogorgon just didn’t want her to help Will. And Will wasn’t bleeding either. We have confirmation from Hopper. When he finds his bike, Joyce explicitly asks if there was blood on it and Hopper says there wasn’t.

We also know that, despite the fact that he wasn’t bleeding, the Demogorgon followed Will for a mile. We know it was a mile because at the funeral Jonathan shows Nancy a map of Hawkins. The writers started the show with Will’s kidnapping, when we knew nothing about this world and this monster, and then spent the rest of the season showing us what the Demogorgon does and doesn’t do, how it attacks its prey, and what attracks it (Mike at school: “Blood! Blood!”) The Duffers never openly told us there was something weird about Will’s kidnapping, or that Will was somehow special. They showed us that his kidnapping was different from the other attacks.

Will’s kidnapping was important for the plot so they made it as mysterious as possible. True. But it’s also what they did AFTER S1 that, imo, confirms that what happened to Will was actually different. They could add information, details in later seasons that made that scene more like other attacks. But it never happened.

On the contrary. At the end of S1 Will dies. So it seems he was just a random victim, right? But then in S2, when the Duffers said they planned out the rest of the show, suddenly Will tells Owens that this evil he’s seeing in the sky wants to kill everyone but him. Maybe, since he survived, Henry/Mind Flayer thought wait a minute, can we use him again? Sure. Or maybe Will’s “death” means something else. Because we know for sure that he wasn’t just a random victim like Barb or the other people. The very world he was trapped in apparently is stuck on the day he went missing (and not when he was intubated) That means that whatever being was in control there, the MF or Henry, they knew that something big had happened. And I refuse to believe they didn’t know it was Will. So, simply killing him and let him rot... Nah, not possible. Even if they wanted to kill him, it was for some specific reason. Stealing his powers, turnng him into an undead (He’s not breathing!) a creature of the UD. A... Zombie Boy the MF could control. We’ll see.

All of this, of course, makes me think that the Demogorgon showed up in the middle of the street to kidnap Will.

He was targeted because he too is sensitive to (the Force) powers. He had the potential. Like Henry when he was 12. Will’s not an experiment or the child of someone who was part of Brenner’s experiments, like El. I think Henry and Will’s abilities were directly activated by the source of the powers itself. The UD/Mind Flayer. Henry’s in 1959, in his house. Will’s in the UD, on November 6th, 1983. That’s when his life changed, in many ways.

2) I read the theory that it was El who opened the Byers’ door with telekinesis. That the Demogorgon was actually chasing her, she saw Will, (the reason why she later recognized him in the photo), but didn’t help him because she was scared. I disagree. It wasn’t her at the door. It was the monster. Will saw its tall shadow in the door’s glass. He heard it growling and on the phone when he tried to call 911. Plus, there was no reason for El to open the door in that moment.

But it’s interesting that no other creature has ever used that power again. Not even Billy and the Flayed. My theory is that the Demogorgon in S1, as the only creature El touched when she opened the gate, kinda absorbed her powers, like Vecna did when the MF bit her in S3. And that’s also why the monster was also able to temporarily open small gates. Something we’ve never seen again. Also, in S2 and in S3, we see El opening a lot of chain locks (the Byers’ too, in 2x08. Same shot!) imo to make us make the connection that the Demogorgon was in fact using her powers in S1. But the point of this moment, imo, is that the monster could smash that door and grab Will. But it didn’t. And I find that detail very interesting.

3) More thoughts on the Demogorgon. I know that it first killed a scientist in the lab, so it may seem that it wasn’t there for Will. Well. We already knew it was there to kill people. It also attacked Barb, two hunters... It wasn’t always at the Byers house in the UD during that week. But the Demogorgons in S1 and S4 we saw were always ferocious. They growled and screamed. Only the one that got Will was quiet. Also, the bike light flickered just a moment before Will saw it. I think it’s because it had just opened a small gate in the middle of the street. It totally makes sense to think that it knew Will was coming.

Oh, one more thing. Nancy saw the Demogorgon at Steve’s and the monster was so close that she noticed it didn’t have a face. But it didn’t attack her. Maybe because she wasn’t bleeding? Or because it wasn’t hungry? But it did chase Will for a mile even tho he wasn’t bleeding. And if it was hungry, I bet it would’ve been much more aggressive.

The only season that seems to imply that Will was a random victim and is not special at all is S3, the season when he feels ignored and says that the MF has found “another me”. Billy.

Now, of course possessing Will again would be too risky anyway. He knows what the MF is and they could try to stop it again. But also, in that season Henry just wanted to get El’s powers and killed her. And he needed the Flayed’s bodies to build the Mind Flayer. So imo, Will being ignored doesn’t mean that he’s not important.

Then, in S4, we got some big surprises. The introduction of Henry, who has many parallels with Will, the huge reveal that the UD didn’t always look like that. And that is even stuck on the very day Will went missing. And not just when El opened the gate. But the exact moment Will vanished, at 8:15 pm.

We know that’s when the Demogorgon got him, because Karen told Mike he had to go to bed at fifteen after (eight) And when Joyce calls her the next morning, Karen tells her Will left just a little bit after eight. So, at 8:15 he was in the shed with the Demogorgon. And the UD being stuck at that moment is definitely important (also Will keeps have visions of the MF at 8:15 pm, even tho when he was filming Mike it was actually 8:04)

So.

The only way I could accept this coincidence is if they explain it as a parallel with Henry, who also happened to move to a town and into a house where the veil between our world and the UD is probably thinner. And that’s why he was able to sense the UD and draw the MF, and how his powers were activated. If that’s the explanation on how Henry’s powers were activated, because he moved into the only house where he could develop his hidden abilities, then, maybe, I can accept that Will was going home that night, and since the lab was near, he just met the Demogorgon. And then, when he arrived in the UD and had a direct contact with it, like Henry with the MF when he was a kid, his powers were activated too. But that’s the only coincidence I could accept, kinda. And I still prefer the idea that the Demogorgon followed him for a mile because it knew it had to get that kid. After all, there IS a big difference here. When Henry communicated with the MF there was no open gate. In 1983 there was, plus at that point Henry Creel was in the UD with the MF. So we’ll see...

But back to the it wasn’t a coincidence theory

To sum up: the kidnapping scene breaks the pattern of the Demogorgon attacks, suggesting that Will is not like the other victims. The Demogorgon being a bit too quiet, almost “delicate” with him. The door opened with telekinesis. The clue of the light in the shed getting brighter and not flickering, like the lights in the Creel House’s attic where Nancy and the others find Vecna. So they only broke the pattern with Will. And after S4 I believe that the vanishing of Will Byers was different because someone in the Upside Down wanted him specifically.

I think there have always been hints that Will has powers, but every time the writers gave us plausible explanations for the things he could do, like Truesight and the neck tingle: him surviving in the UD for a week in S1, and being possessed by the Mind Flayer in S2. Sure, it was strange that he’d managed to survive alone, for six days, in the Upside Down and that the Demogorgon didn’t kill him immediately. But with what we learned about Henry and the UD it all makes more sense...

Bonus:

S2 - Owens talking about the “virus” that was infecting Will (aka the Mind Flayer)

S4 - Here he was talking to El

Hm, but at the very beginning of the season we have this. Look at the poster in Will’s room. What could it mean? It’s a mystery!

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nitewrighter · 1 year

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#she shouldn’t even fucking have it you can bet your ass that ‘tswift’s plane’ is being used as a selling point for the rich fucks using it

My Top Posts in 2022:

hi! is there any chance of you writing a series/more snippets around the cinderella telling you posted a bit ago? i really loved it!

Continuing from this post.

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The prince is sitting on the steps, his eyes aren't quite focused and he's turning over the glass slipper in his hands. What the hell was that? He's trying to place her face in his memory but everything’s just... fffft. Gone. Blank. He remembers what she said. But even the pitch is weird--it could be any voice.

“Your highness?”

The prince glances over his shoulder at the Captain of the Royal Guard.

“Oh--hey---” the prince blinks a few times.

“...awfully odd, that girl,” the Captain folds his arms.

“I--” the prince draws a breath in through his teeth, “ I need to find her.”

“Understood,” the captain of the guard nods, “I’ll send guard details on every road leading out of the palace.”

“What?! No--that’s insane! She’s going to think I’m--No, I can’t approve of that...” the Prince is pressing his fingertips to his forehead, his other hand still gripping the slipper.

“I gotcha,” the guard captain says with a wink, “’Don’t’ send horsemen after her.”

“Did you just--Brad--don’t--no. I said no. No winks. Don’t send any guards after her, I’ll look psychotic.”

“Eh. Little late for that.” Brad the guard captain shrugs.

“What?”

“Well she and her whole carriage slipped past security somehow, and she got into the ball without even being announced by the Master of Ceremonies. That’s a security risk. And she seemed suspiciously chummy with the waitstaff. And if she ditched the party in this much of a hurry, she might’ve taken state secrets or something. So, obviously, I sent the horsemen...” he checks his pocket watch, “3 minutes ago.”

The prince pales. “She just--she said she needed to get home before midnight. I think she has a messed-up family situation, if I make things worse for her...”

“Or maybe she needs to reach a drop off point for whatever she’s stolen.”

“You don’t know if anything’s missing!”

“Not yet, we don’t.”

“Brad!”

“It’s protocol.”

“Protocol!? I’m the goddamned crown prince! And you’re sending armed guards after the love of my life!”

Brad blinks at him, not really sure how to process that. “Uh...”

“Ig-ignore that. Don’t tell my dad I said that,” the prince pinches the bridge of his nose, “Brad I swear to god, don’t tell my dad I said that. I was panicking and--and--You know how weird he gets about this stuff.”

“Yeah--no--totally, your highness,” Brad looks out over the palace gardens, “Look, we can just say we wanted to make sure she got home safely.... when we catch up with her, I mean.”

“Send a messenger pigeon telling them to hang back from her actual house--but get her address--maybe I can find a way to--to explain things... figure out what’s going on...” He’s wrapped both hands around the shoe again.

“That hers?” Brad nods at the slipper.

“...yeah...”

“Love of your life, huh?”

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Here’s the original thread from Twitter but I want all my followers protesting the recent supreme court decision to stay safe.

[Image description: A screenshot of a tweet from Rh3t0ric (@avglibsoc) that says ‘In lieu of Roe V Wade being overturned, I’m going to compile a thread of any protest advice I can find’ followed by an infographic illustrating the following:

PROTESTING SAFELY

What to Wear:

-Nondescript, solid color clothing; cover identifying tattoos.

-Goggles & mask

-Heat resistant gloves

-Emergency Contacts written down

-Tie your hair up

What to bring:

-Water for drinking & tear gas

-Snacks

-Cash/change & ID

-Bandages & First Aid supplies

-Washcloth

-Earplugs

-Protest signs

DON’T BRING:

-Cell phone without first turning off Face/Touch ID, going into airplane mode, and disabling data

-Jewelry

-Anything you don’t want to be arrested with

-Contact lenses

/end image description]

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I was about to make a post about like... how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.

I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of... them...

50,633 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this--

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway--” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then... he sees her--This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes.

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like... definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh--hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food.

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She... seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family-- is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey--Hey--it’s cool--you’re cool--I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can--”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe.

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Dragon Ball Super 088

This one’s kind of a grab bag, like Episode 85 was, but the random stuff is better, so I guess it works out.

Let’s start with Piccolo training Gohan. They only have about a day to prepare, but Piccolo thinks he can get more out of Gohan. For one thing, he manages to get Gohan to use his “Ultimate/Mystic/Potential Unleashed” form that he used against Super Buu. Throughout this series, it’s been implied that Gohan just lost that ability, or forgot how to do it, but this time Piccolo just tells him to go ham and he does it on the first try.

Piccolo also tells Gohan he has two major weaknesses holding him back. First, Gohan uses his emotions to drive himself, which is fine to a certain point, but it can be dangerous to tie your power to your emotions. If he keeps thinking about his need to protect his family, it can make him afraid, or desperate, which can make him prone to mistakes, no matter how strong he gets.

Second, Gohan tends to get careless when he’s winning. Piccolo cites the Majin Buu fight, but I think we all know he’s only choosing that battle because the Cell Games are too painful an example. Of course, we’ve already seen a more recent instance of this when Gohan sparred with Krillin in episode 83. Krillin proved that he could outmanuever Gohan and score a ring-out, despite Gohan’s superior power.

This is best illustrated in the scene where Gohan manages to chop off Piccolo’s forearm, kind of like how Tagoma ripped it off back in Episode 22. That pretty much took Piccolo out of the fight back then, but Gohan doesn’t follow through with another attack the way Tagoma did. He just assumes he’s done, which gives Piccolo a chance to show off his new trick of firing ki blasts from severed limbs.

So Gohan is still making the same mistakes he did as a kid, while Piccolo is continuously adapting. He won’t be beaten the same way again.

Anyway, they plan to keep pushing to see if they can get Gohan to an even higher level before the Tournament, and Gohan suggests they work on some combo moves while they’re at it.

Meanwhile, in Universe 6, Cabba seeks out his old mentor from the Sadala Defense Force, Captain Renso. He asks him to join Team Universe 6, but Renso’s got a bum leg, and feels he would only slow the team down. Instead, he suggests that Cabba recruit his sister, Caulifla.

Cabba’s not too keen on that idea. While he’s confident in her fighting ability, they’ve never gotten along too well, mainly because Caulifla is the leader of a bunch of punks on the mean streets of Planet Sadala. Considering how shitty the U6 team was in the Destroyer Tournament, I’d say anything is an improvement. All I know is that Caulifla only makes a brief appearance in this episode, and she immediately became my favorite U6 character.

Meanwhile, Krillin and 18 are sparring in their backyard. 18 keeps whoopin’ his ass, and she’s already decided to claim his share of the nonexistent prize money.

Meanwhile, Trunks doesn’t know how to work a diaper.

But Vegeta does! Seriously, when did he get so good at this? I’m pretty sure he had Gohan give him lessons or something.

Beerus is annoyed that everyone is so care free about things, so he considers telling them about their universe possibly getting erased, if only so he won’t have to worry alone. But Whis warns him that Bulma will give him shit for it. And he’s right, she would. I mean, Beerus can blame Goku all he wants but Beerus could have stopped him if he gave a shit.

Meanwhile, Yamcha continues to fantasize about playing hard-to-get when Goku asks him to join the team. He’s starting to wonder why Goku hasn’t approached him already, but you kind of need to speak up if you want in this thing, man.

Anyway, fans complained about the terrible state of Yamcha’s apartment when this episode first aired, and I think the bigger issue is that the artists just blew off drawing his apartment. Like, this doesn’t look like there was any conscious decision to make it look fancy or crummy. There’s simply no aesthetic whatsoever. The furniture looks like it came from a motel, the chair looks like a child’s car seat, the bed looks like something out of a 1940′s cartoon, and there’s no door leading to the patio.

It’s the same problem we saw in Future Trunks’ bedroom at Capsule Corp. They just slapped some stuff together and called it done.

And yeah, that’s it.

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buckttommy · 1 year

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2022 writing review

tagged by: @rosesau. honestly? i'm pretty sure other people have tagged me but i wanted to wait until the very last day of december to do this because i knew i still had one more fic (101 Ways) in me so! i am sorry if you tagged me in this towards the middle/beginning of december, i forgot but i still ly

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 14

2. Word count posted for the year: 90,600

3. Fandoms I wrote for: 9-1-1

4. Pairings: buck/eddie

5. Story with the most:

kudos: hear me now (1733) bookmarks: also hear me now (506) comment threads: aaaand here me now again (83)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): bite your tongue to watch it bleed was just a stream of conscious thought turned into fic. I put Eddie on Frank's couch but it was mostly therapy for me.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): CATWS au because it was the most disingenuous thing i have ever written lol

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: I've returned to Charlie (@safeashousespdf)'s comments on the bullet in my gun several times and think about them often

SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UP OKAY THIS IS SO GOOD. The use of flashbacks, the way there are all these different bits and bobs and styles all gnarled together and how it reflects all the chaos of Eddie's thoughts and his conversation with Frank and then it all just-- Freezes. Like I physically felt time slow down. Idk how you did it but that whole long flashback about Alex and high school and all of that stuff, I could literally feel it taking place between seconds. And the DIALOGUE of Eddie and Frank just having a go at each other like this?? Oh what a serve. I love when it's busy at the therapy appointment and the closeted gay men get mean <3 ALSO** RAMON AS A LONG HAUL TRUCKER WORKS SO WELL AND IS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED..... ALSO SIDE NOTE: "Careful with that body, boy. People will see everything you don't want them two." I'M SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THIS LINE. I love when author's address characters directly for a brief moment because it's like, who is speaking?? Is Eddie saying this to himself? Is his father? Is it someone else? Are we breaking the fourth wall by acknowledging Eddie as a character, trapped within a narrative that doesn't want him to be happy??? IS IT ALL OF THE ABOVE??? And the way you refer to his body as a secondary object: something he owns rather than something he is. Something that he can commodify, he can sell it to the military or to his father or manipulate it so that nobody can see who he really is. That also fucked me up. Anyway this was incredible, Jack.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Buddie Big Bang was one the worst writing experiences of my life. Will I probably do it again? Sure. But I hated it in the moment.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Writing smut in CATWS AU and Bittersweet and Cruel. I've never wanted to write smut, and still don't want to. Hated every second of it, never doing that again.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: Honestly? I have quite a few lines that had me shook, like, purely just cannot believe they came from my brain. But the first two bits that came to mind are

across our great divide:

El Paso has a way of drawing blood, all hometowns do. That's how your roots grow, after all, right through the soil upon which you bled and then back up under your skin, forever tying you to the land that birthed you.

speak in the silence:

[...] As if love is a currency, a bartered exchange between two distant parties. Hell, maybe in his family, that is all it will ever be. But that is not is not love. Love is a garden that leaves blossoms on your tongue and teeth, planting seeds every time you kiss the cheek of someone you adore and cradle. Love is soot under your nails and smoke in your skin, because love always leaves the ninety-nine to save the one. Love is the giggle of your son pressed against the cotton of your shirt, and a rosepetal birthmark above a strong brow set in a kind face, and a home-cooked meal spread out on a long wooden table. Love, Eddie knows now, is an action verb; it is not just an inkstain in Merriam-Webster's; it lives and breathes and weaves and anchors. It exists, even if it runs dry within the walls of his parents' home.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I finally became more settled into my identity as a writer; I know what I like. I know what I don't. I know what ways I still want to challenge myself, what things aren't for me. I took risks with enormous payoff and I took risks that I maybe shouldn't have, but I did them and that's what matters most at the end of it, since the past cannot be rewritten.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: Not sure! I guess I'll figure it out as the opportunities come along.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): @kitkatpancakestack @malinaa and @rosesau, you guys challenge and inspire my writing all the time so thank you <3

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: *gestures wildly at bite your tongue*

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: You will never, ever, ever write like anyone/everyone else. Even your favorite authors, so please stop trying. Embrace who you are as a writer and, if you don't know who that is, explore it. You are the only one who can/will ever write like you so don't hide behind trying to write like others; it won't work and it'll only make you miserable.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: Most of my projects are for IRL writing, but! My goals are to: finish the second draft of my {REDACTED NOVEL}, explore the bounds of an idea I have for a short story collection in the same universe, and publish a few fun fic things along the way :) :) :)

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @extasiswings @sabitchhh @kitkatpancakestack @kirkaut @rewritetheending @raisesomehale @malinaa <333

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wait for me, pretty boy — harringrove

prompt: Hot Spot: The Harrington Lake House summary: after finding out billy had survived starcourt and ended up in the upside down, steve and billy return to the one place they could call their own to heal. pairing: steve harrington x billy hargrove category: hurt/comfort but mostly hurt let’s be real content warnings: language, brief mention of suicidal ideation, canon divergence bc fuck season 4 word count: 3.6k

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“Wait for me, pretty boy.”

After everything, it only seemed right to come back to this place. It looked like it hadn’t been touched since the last time he’d been there way back in ‘83, and Steve wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. He brushed off a thin layer of dirt from the kitchen counter, wincing at the film on his palm but deciding it was better there than deposited on his pants.

“So what now, I’m your hostage ‘til you figure out what to do with me?”

Steve winced, keeping his back turned so he wouldn’t have to see the snarl on the other man’s face. He knew the man who hurled dagger words at him now was not the same person as the boy who’d wielded them years before, knew this was not his Billy who had sat on the dock with him and promised they could figure this out. Billy had developed too much accuracy in his attacks during his time in the Upside Down, choosing the exact weapons he knew would hurt worst.

“Is this where you take all your toys, Harrington, or just the broken ones?”

“You’re not broken.” They were the first words Steve had managed to get out since they were alone together, since he’d hugged the party and promised he’d be okay out here. He hadn’t told them where he was going, just that he needed to do what he could to bring his Billy back to him.

Because this was not him, and how could he expect anything else after nearly a year in a place like the Upside Down? Even after a handful of hours there, Steve’s skin was crawling, a wave of paranoia brushing over the back of his neck each time a shadow moved in his peripheral. He knew a year in that Hell would change someone, he just hoped beyond hope that their little slice of Heaven would be enough to change everything back.

“You’re not broken, Billy,” Steve repeated with more confidence in his voice, finally managing to turn to face the other man. He still wore what he had the last time Steve had seen him, that terrible day in Starcourt when he’d chosen to sacrifice himself, his happiness, for a town that had never done a single thing for him. “You’re just...lost.”

The cackle that fell from Billy’s lips stung, crashing into Steve with the kind of force that knocked his hips back into the counter and making his brown eyes widen as he watched the other man. “Lost,” Billy spit the word back at him, “no, I wasn’t lost, pretty boy. I was abandoned.”

“Please,” Steve begged, and he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for at this point. For him to stop talking, for him to believe the words that Steve was trying to tell him? To believe how much he had mourned, how much he’d longed for even another minute with the man who regarded him coldly now.

But looking into those ice blue eyes, Steve knew that wasn’t possible. Not now, anyway.

So he sighed, closing his eyes for only long enough to recenter himself, to draw his emotions back into his chest and shut them away with a key in the way Billy had once taught him to do. “There’s a shower down the hall, to the right. They won’t be your style, but I have some clothes here you can wear.”

“I don’t need babysitting,” was all Billy said, and Steve didn’t open his eyes again until he heard footsteps retreating down the hallway ending in a shut door.

The second the bathroom door closed behind Billy, every ounce of strength slipped from Steve’s body. His knees shook against each other before he crashed to the ground, back slamming harshly against the kitchen cabinets. He tucked his knees up, tossing his arms around them to form a suitable place to bury his face in, hiding the tears now building.

All he’d ever wanted was to have Billy back, said they could figure out the problems later. He wondered if their problems were impossible to overcome after so much time apart.

“You got a savior complex or something, Harrington?”

The words sounded harsh but there was no malice in Hargrove’s face despite all that had happened between them not twelve hours ago.

“I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now, Hargrove,” Steve sighed, flopping onto the couch on the opposite side from Billy. The second his body touched the cushions he melted, every ounce of tension melting away from it. He was safe, for the first time in what felt like years. His fingers still itched for his bat, a part of his brain still told him to be ready for anything, but all he could do was sit there and hope not to fall asleep from the exhaustion that overtook him.

Now that the adrenaline was fading away, the pain was returning.

“Fuck me,” Steve hissed, hand coming up to probe one of the more painful spots on his face. He winced as his finger elicited a new sharp stab of pain in his cheek and wondered briefly if the bone underneath it hadn’t been snapped.

“You’re not my type, hate to break it to you.”

“Are you always this irritating, or am I getting some kind of special treatment?”

“You’re not special, Harrington,” Billy snapped out, smirking at the eye roll he got in return. “You wanna tell me why you think you can kidnap me though?”

“Nah,” Steve initially said, watching the unmarred parts of Billy’s face heat up red in his frustration.

“You fu—”

“Believe it or not, Hargrove, but I don’t actually want to see you get hurt,” Steve admitted, letting his head lean back on the couch and shutting his eyes. “Leave if you want, but until Hopper comes back with the all-clear I suggest you stay.”

“I can take a rogue bear,” Billy decided, beginning to stand when Steve’s laugh stopped him. It was near hysteric, shaky and wild in a way Billy had never heard from the golden boy. Steve Harrington was always perfect, at least in the eyes of the town. He had everything he could possibly want, had the personality to attract as many friends as he could ever need, and seemed always far too put together.

“I wish it was a fucking bear.”

Steve knew he shouldn’t have said as much, knew his mouth would get himself into trouble someday. There was no way to explain any of this if Billy kept pushing, if he demanded to know what the hell Steve meant by that.

The other boy did no such thing, however. Instead, another low chuckle came from him, out of place enough that Steve opened his one good eye to make sure this wasn’t a dream. “This town is really fucked, isn’t it?”

There was no reason to be laughing. Until Hopper called to let him know that the gate was really closed, he’d be stuck here in his family’s old lakehouse with the guy who’d just tried to beat him to death. He’d spend his time calling the others, making sure they stayed inside after they were all dropped off at their respective houses. He would have to find a way to explain to the entire school why his face looked so bad and why he jumped at everything that looked even remotely dog-like.

Still, Steve tilted his head back and let out a wild laugh. “Yeah, Hawkins is pretty fucked.”

“Did chairs disappear in the year I was gone?”

Fucking Hell. Steve sighed, wiping a hand harshly over his face if only to wipe away any lingering signs of tears. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Some say it’s my best quality,” Billy teased, seeming to consider another thought for a moment before adding with a smirk, “well, second best.”

“Do I wanna know what the first is?” Steve sighed, throwing up a hand in his frustration. They’d spent so much time, risked so much, to defeat Vecna. He’d spent so much time mourning Billy, then worrying about him when they all realized he was still alive and suffering somewhere, and now here he was, standing above him with that loose smirk that never failed to stir up something in Steve’s gut.

“You forgot already, Harrington? Damn, here I thought sitting on my di—”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Steve yelled out, not wanting to hear a crass retelling of a night he’d cherished so much in his memories. “Just stop, okay?”

“You’re the one who wanted me to go back to the ‘old Billy’, right? I’m just doing what King Steve wants.”

“No, you’re not,” Steve finally snapped, pulling himself to his feet and stepping as close to Billy as he dared. He focused on those harsh blue eyes lest he notices how good Billy looked in his clothes. They were old, just a black shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his high school basketball days. “Don’t you dare put this on me. I know what you’re doing.”

“And what’s that, pretty boy?” Billy taunted, eyes flashing with that fire Steve had always loved.

“Don’t call me that, not like this,” Steve warned, his finger pointed at Billy and jabbing him harshly in the chest.

“What am I doing, Harrington?”

“You’re running, just like you always did,” Steve called out, and he had to say he wasn’t shocked when Billy’s arms lashed out, pinning him to the pantry door by his chest. He laughed with all the coldness he could muster, spinning all that fear and loss into the very cruelty Billy was tossing at him now. “Just like you always will, apparently.”

“Fuck you,” Billy hissed.

“Not interested,” Steve snapped back, the anger leeching out of his body with the words. They just looked at each other then—Billy’s arm still pressed to his chest but no longer pushing. “I mourned you, you know. We all did.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Billy scoffed, pushing off from Steve’s chest and walking out of the kitchen. Steve caught up to him in the living room, where Billy was standing behind the couch, both hands pressed to the back of it to steady himself.

“Is that really so hard for you to believe? I lov—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Billy warned, head dipping down and still-damp curls falling forward into his face. His fingers dug into the fabric of the couch until his knuckles blanched, and every muscle tightened like he was ready to run (or fight, Steve thought miserably). “Don’t tell me that.”

“Why not?” Steve asked, stepping closer but stopping when he caught Billy’s profile wince. “Why won’t you let me in?”

For a moment, Steve was sure Billy would fight him. He watched as muscles tightened impossibly more, as his hands became fists amongst the couch’s fabric. Steve watched as Billy let go and spun around, face wild as he met Steve’s eye for the first time since coming back here. And just when Steve began to dig his feet into the wood of the floor to prepare for the punch that would inevitably come, Billy’s expression shuttered off. His entire body relaxed, a loose smirk forming as he walked right past Steve, adjusting a stray hair out of the boy’s face as he said,

“Don’t you worry a pretty hair on your head, Harrington. Wouldn’t want you to go gray too soon.”

Then Billy was disappearing into one of the many bedrooms and Steve was wondering if it was a mistake to bring him back here after all, if only because this might ruin any fond memory Steve ever had of this place.

“Wait for me, pretty boy. Where are you going looking like that?”

Steve grinned, turning and facing his boyfriend—God, he’d never get over hearing that word—to toss a spare towel at him. Robin had told him to bring his Scoops uniform to his secret retreat with Billy, and though he hadn’t understood it at the time he knew he’d have to thank her now.

Because seeing the way Billy reacted to him standing there in those short shorts was everything. Steve watched as his pupils widened impossibly far, as his lips parted for his tongue to run over his lips. It was one of the few times Steve wouldn’t mind that he wasn’t looking at his face, instead, his eyes focused lower enough down that a blush spread over Steve’s cheeks and chest.

“I’m swimming. You heard of it?” Steve teased back, taking a few backward steps toward the back of the house. His family used to come here often when he was a little kid and though they hadn’t been in years he still knew the layout by heart.

“Did you forget I’m a lifeguard?” Billy followed him step-for-step, slowly losing clothing until he was only wearing his briefs.

“Mmm, nope,” Steve answered, grinning when he felt the wood of the dock hit the bottom of his feet. He still walked backward, unable to take his eyes off of the man in front of him. Once more he was reminded of the fact that Billy didn’t belong in a town like this—with his golden tan skin and perfect blond curls, with shining blue eyes and a smattering of freckles that made Steve want to swoon, Billy was always meant to live in the sun. Steve was simply borrowing him for now, until the Californian coast called its son back to it. “Does that mean you’ll save me if I need it?”

“Nah, think I’ll let you drown, pretty boy,” Billy smirked, “then I can give you mouth-to-mouth.”

“You can give me mouth-to-mouth whenever you want, baby,” Steve answered, and that seemed to be all Billy needed before he was surging forward, grabbing Steve on his leap into the lake.

“You’re such a dick,” Steve laughed when he resurfaced, hands immediately at his head to try and tame his hair. It was only getting longer, and now that it was wet it matted down annoyingly in his face.

“You love me.” Billy didn’t even say it like a question. His eyes widened when he realized what he said, realized the word had come out so easily even though neither of them had said it thus far. It shocked Steve too, his chest filling with the kind of emotion Steve didn’t think he was ever really meant to feel. He swam forward, just enough that his chest knocked Billy’s and his arms could go around the other boy’s neck, fingers digging into blond curls.

“I do. I really do, Hargrove.”

When Steve woke up and saw the backdoor open, he assumed the worst.

He’d woken from a nightmare, pulled from sleep by visions of Vecna getting to the people he loved, of not being able to pull the one man who’d truly seen him for him from the Upside Down. Steve was going to get water from the kitchen but ended up sprinting back to his bedroom for the bat that seemed to go everywhere with him these days.

Why the fuck would the backdoor be open? He thought they’d ended it, thought that when Nance fired rounds of shots into Vecna that it would be enough. He thought they’d closed the portals, thought he’d be safe.

Why couldn’t he just be safe?

Steve padded quietly toward the open door, eyes scanning the dark forest. Were the demodogs back somehow? Would he have to fight for him and his bo—for Billy, again?

“You really have to get rid of that fuckin’ thing.”

“What the fuck!” Steve screamed at the voice that sounded like it came from right near him. He went to swing the bat instinctively, shouting in terror as he watched Billy barely jump out of the way of the nails. “Billy, what the hell are you doing?”

“What the fuck are you doing, Harrington? You trying to kill me or something?” Billy shouted back. He ran a hand through messy hair and it was only then that Steve noticed the haunted expression still on his face, like it was too difficult to put that perfectly built wall back in place at this hour of the night. The full moon shone down brightly on them, illuminating Billy’s face to reveal tear tracks. Had he been crying?

“Hey, pretty boy, you have to breathe,” Billy spoke in a much softer voice, his familiar strong hand reaching out to grip the bat. He pulled it from Steve’s hands far too easily, every muscle in Steve’s body relaxing when the weapon was tossed out of the way. “You still know how to do that, right?”

“Fuck you,” Steve gasped around his panic, wishing the invisible claw around his throat would just let go already. “Fuck you, I thought i—”

“I know,” Billy answered for him, saving Steve from saying the words aloud. I thought I lost you again. “I was going for a swim.”

Billy didn’t say anything else, didn’t give any explanation for why he’d want to go swimming at four in the morning. He didn’t tell Steve to leave him alone either, just standing there closer than they had been in a year.

“You know, I haven’t had my lifeguard in a year,” Steve told him helplessly, shrugging as he fought his way through this conversation. What did you say to the love of your life, the one who’d been dead for a year but miraculously surviving in the one place he thought was unsurvivable? “I didn’t realize how much I needed him. I should’ve told him that, before.”

“Oh, he knows,” Billy answered, a breathy chuckle on his lips. “You really shouldn’t be allowed to have that bat.”

“Are you always this annoying?” Steve parroted earlier in the night, though was pleased to find there was far less hostility in his voice now.

“I thought my humor was your favorite thing about me.”

“No, my favorite thing are those little red shorts of yours,” Steve teased, courage surging through him just enough that he reached out to grab Billy’s hand. It was a gentle movement, fingers brushing strong calloused fingers until Billy was gripping his hand tightly, leading him to the end of the dock where they could sit and dip their feet in the lake.

They didn’t say anything for a long time, both of them watching the small waves of the lake and being pulled into their own minds. Steve wondered what Billy was thinking about—if he was back in the Upside Down or if he also was remembering their first night spent intimately together, right here at this lakehouse. When both of them promised to choose each other always, to fight through whatever the hell life decided to throw at them.

Steve just never expected life to throw literal Hell at them, not back then.

“I found my jacket,” Billy spoke what felt like hours later. He wasn’t looking at Steve, allowing him to look carefully at Billy’s profile. His jaw muscles were clenched tight, eyes looking straight out at the lake but with the kind of shine that didn’t just come from moonlight. “You kept it.”

“Of course I kept it,” Steve answered, dipping his head so he could watch their hands. They sat beside each other on the dock, pinkies wrapped around each other. It wasn’t quite holding hands, it wasn’t the reunion kiss Steve had once dreamed of, but it was enough to take his breath away in the way only Billy Hargrove could manage. “I kept it here, hoping that maybe...”

“You ever come here yourself?”

“All the time,” Steve admitted. “It was where I went...after.” After Starcourt, when the pity-filled eyes and apologetic casseroles were too much for him to bear. Because how dare they all try to help him mourn when they hadn’t exactly been supportive of their relationship in the first place? When they found out what the Mind Flayer had done and the first questions was if, maybe, Billy had wanted it?

“I thought it’d be easier to say goodbye to you here,” Steve continued, keeping his eyes on Billy and hoping, begging, that Billy would sometime return that gaze.

“Was it?” Billy asked in a rough voice, lower than normal. Steve knew this to mean he was fighting back tears, never being one to show off that kind of vulnerability in front of another person easily.

“Fuck no,” Steve answered with a nervous, wet laugh as his own tears rebuilt. “It fucking sucked, Billy. I thought I’d died too.”

“Down there, sometimes I wished I would’ve just died,” Billy admitted, pulling a sharp gasp from Steve. Then, finally, Billy looked at him. His blue eyes were shining with tears but also with love, with something Steve might dare to call hope. Steve gasped as Billy’s hand covered his own, squeezing once, twice, reassuringly. “I’m glad I didn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, too,” Steve whispered, scared to speak any louder than that in fear of shattering the moment like a mirror.

“I need time,” Billy told him, thumb rubbing across the back of Steve’s hand. “I need to...figure out, what the fuck happened there, what happened here while I was...” Billy waved his other hand in the hair in circles, hoping that would be enough to represent all that he meant to say. It did. Steve had learned how to understand Billy, when he fought every instinct that told him not to be vulnerable. “What I’m saying is, will you wait for me, pretty boy?”

And Steve smiled, a real smile for the first time since July 4th, 1985.

“I’d wait for you for the rest of my life, Billy.”

#harringrove #harringroveweek #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove fic #stranger jays

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Edvin’s interview July 12

Once agian this is just a summary, but I think it would be nice for yoiu intil the subtitles are up. I'll also see if I can link the interview once its up on youtube.

It should be up at noon at the latest. Just search "nyhetsmorgon"

They talk about it being one year on the day since Young Royals premiered and it’s a special day for him. Because of the anniversary and because of sommarprat which premiered the same day as this interview was recorder.

They talk about it being huge and bizarre that Young Royals was released worldwide compared to in Sweden and Scandinavia like with his previous projects

Netflix prepared them it could be a huge success but they really didn’t believe them at first.

He once again talks about not wanting to lose himself and wanting to be true to himself, keep his life as it was and keep his family and friends. He’s learned to set his boundaries, where to draw the line but also learned lot as an actor on Young Royals.

He feels like people want to use him for commercial purpose because of his success and he understands but he doesn’t always want to be used in that way.

He’s scared about hybris. He thinks about that a lot since the word hybris can mean a lot of things and be quite broad. Especially in Sweden that talks a lot about being humble, not brag and think too much of yourself. He asks his friends if they believe he already has gotten hybris or if they think he is too full of himself.

He feels super honoured to be part of Forbes. People actually called him and thought it was because he was super rich that he made the list but he clarified that he’s on the entertainment list of people who have a promising career. He’s not a millionaire.

People DM him about young royals all the time so he gets a lot of direct feedback from fans. It moves him every time. People say Young Royals have brought them comfort, that they’ve found the courage to come out or found lifelong friends through the fandom. People of all ages dm or approach him and he loves that part.

Wilhelm his unlabelled and sexuality is not viewed as the most prominent aspect of the characters or crucial for their story. Simon’s problem is his status and that he’s poor, not his sexuality. The sexuality part is undramatic. It’s all about love.

It means a lot to him that this fictional story has touched so many people and they didn’t expect that huge impact. A lot of people have been positively affected by Young Royals which is the ultimate recognition.

Sometimes people can approach him with straight up demands though. And sometimes they put a lot of responsibility on him and the other cast members. It can for instance be that Young Royals have saved that person’s life and that can sometimes feel a little scary. There’s always been a mix of feelings. Mostly positive. He’s so honoured and thankful but sometimes he can also feel scared and overwhelmed. It can also make him nervous that this is it. That he’s in his primetime now and that he'll go downhill from here. Will he be able to move on from young royals and work on other things? It's a mix of emotions really.

But he’s always dreamed big and mentions Anthony Hopkins that won and Oscar at age 83. He things that’s so cool that you can work for so long and he’s already worked for a long time.

He’s going to have time off in July. It’s important for him since he works a lot. He needs time to relax and spend time with family and friends. He needs to get better at actually have time off and not work during his time off and not book meetings or answer emails. This summer though he’ll focus on family time, good food and just relax.

#edvin ryding #edvinterview

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klqrambles · 1 year

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I posted 4,256 times in 2022

That's 4,236 more posts than 2021!

851 posts created (20%)

3,405 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gabriel-shutterson

@aftout

@bingosomen

I tagged 3,287 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#klq answers - 314 posts

#the picture of dorian gray - 60 posts

#klq dorian gray - 56 posts

#ref - 51 posts

#basil hallward - 37 posts

#youtube - 35 posts

#prev - 33 posts

#dorian gray - 32 posts

#lord henry wotton - 32 posts

#jekyll and hyde - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#there’s a moment in nijinsky (the musical that came out first) where stravinsky says benois won’t be happy about something diaghilev’s doing

My Top Posts in 2022:

Thinking about Henry needing to carry Victor because Victor passed out again. While I think princess carry would be cute, Henry gives me just enough deranged dumbass energy to have him, instead, pick Victor up like a sack of rice and fireman carry him to bed. Victor is dead enough to the world that even this doesn’t wake him up.

83 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

Draw a bunch of goth lit characters taking a selfie :)

Ended up not being a selfie because the chaos would never calm down enough for a selfie lol

90 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

I feel Utterson is the kind of guy who, upon request, would 100% be down to enact a perfect sailor moon style transformation sequence but completely deadpan. At the end of the “transformation”, the only thing that changes is his clothes become a little less crumpled.

128 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

Hey q if you are still taking drawing requests i have an odd one. You know the twitter and tumblr personafications in this post https://at.tumblr.com/jewishdainix/700732520552103936/14pskt46bx4k

I had a vision

191 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

See the full post

206 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I FOUND IT #for my mutuals where it disappeared #use the link at the end!!!#i only started using the answers tag after i started doing doodle prompts iirc so uh wow that's a #that's a lotta prompts ASDKLFJHAJKLDFH

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salilaoceania · 1 year

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I posted 1,014 times in 2022

That's 962 more posts than 2021!

73 posts created (7%)

941 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rabiesram

@msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon

@clanwarrior-tumbly

@littlepuffy4ever

@meatcatt

I tagged 1,013 of my posts in 2022

#other's art - 566 posts

#cotl - 413 posts

#rambles - 178 posts

#fnaf - 104 posts

#other’s art - 99 posts

#the lamb - 96 posts

#destiny 2 - 90 posts

#ratau - 85 posts

#narinder - 83 posts

#fnaf sb - 80 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#especially if i'm in the middle of a fic or art piece or something then i need the hyperfixation to last so i don't just like... abandon it

My Top Posts in 2022:

"Don't you dare come near him again!"

Fanart for @rabiesram of his lovely OC Ullr! I utterly adore this man's design and story, he's so cool <3 I picture this scene being a run in with a certain heart thief :)

Version without the harsh lighting/background under the cut!

See the full post

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Felt like drawing something cute with the wifey <3

Bonus:

57 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

Sleepy Old Men

This has existed in my wips forever and I only JUST found the motivation to actually color it but yeah these two are canon to me <3

57 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

Baby bishop designs to go with the backstory fic I just started on! I've been wanting to explore the bishop's backstory for ages because there's just so many possibilities and ways it could go but figured I should wait until I actually beat the game—

Here's the fic link!

65 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fanart for @inkspottie ’s ‘Laughing at Tragedy’ fic! I read the entire fic in one day and I am so dearly invested in it now, cannot wait to see what happens next!!!

I highly highly recommend the fic to anyone who hasn’t read it! It can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36602674/chapters/91296319

160 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #rambles

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thisweekingundamwing · 1 year

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This Week in Gundam Wing 11-31 December 2022

Here’s the roundup! December 11th - December 31st!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel

PS: So sorry everyone! This is late even for this week, but between being sick and then just busy, and being the forgetful nut that I am... Well, here’s the end of 2022’s round up!

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Christmas Saved (Ch.8-12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43366266/chapters/109501035

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader, Mentionings of Duo Maxwell/Relena Peacecraft

Heero Yuy, Reader, Duo Maxwell, Relena Peacecraft, OCs

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Romance, Drama, Angst, Fluff, Christmas, Holidays, Trauma, mentionings of domestic abuse, Violence, Lime, Family

In order to nurse your broken heart, you chose solitude. Your family’s cabin in the mountains, far away from the civilized world, seemed perfect to spend the winter. Why celebrate Christmas when you needed to find yourself again? But when you find a wounded man in a snow storm, you need to reevaluate your choices. He might just be what you need this Christmas…

@miyurinq

Heart (Ch.19) https://archiveofourown.org/works/40914714/chapters/110064336

M/M, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, Minor Violence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort

All Quatre wants is to help. Even when the war is over, so many people suffer because of the consequences. Helping rebuild is the least he can do. But he seems unlucky, things go wrong all the time and people get hurt.

Trowa hardly recognizes Quatre. He has changed and seems to have problems. He reluctantly tells him about his bad luck, but Trowa doubts that it's just "bad luck" and decides to investigate.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@ghost-proof

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/703679304090976256/gifsets-of-sephiroth-from-crisis-core-final

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@gladyscontrerasart

https://gladyscontrerasart.tumblr.com/post/705025504722419712/an-old-gundamwing-doodle-of-dorothy-being-super

Dorothy Catalonia, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/704985537162952704/in-the-mood-for-a-badass-quatre-edit-i-added

Quatre Winner, fanart

@noromax

https://noromax.tumblr.com/post/702101234060001280/%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AA%E3%82%B9%E3%83%9E%E3%82%B9%E3%82%92%E7%A5%9D%E3%81%86%E3%81%AB%E3%81%AF%E3%81%BE%E3%81%A0%E6%97%A9%E3%81%84%E3%81%A8%E6%80%9D%E3%81%84%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99

Heero Yuy, fanart

@nullphysics

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/704183401153986560/another-zine-drawing-no-longer-available-for-a

G-Boys, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/704123899778039809

Trowa/Heero, fanart

@rxntwo

https://rxntwo.tumblr.com/post/705084563908640768/post-mission-nap-in-some-vague-timeline-where

Heero/Duo, fanart

https://rxntwo.tumblr.com/post/704543900990308352/smooch

Heero/Duo, fanart

@the-reanimated-bhg

https://www.tumblr.com/the-reanimated-bhg/703984263645839360/i-would-gladly-go-into-battle-for-senpai-treize

Treize & Une, photomanipulation

https://www.tumblr.com/the-reanimated-bhg/704034384376889344/if-they-had-a-real-sibling-relationship

Milliardo & Relena, photomanipulation

https://www.tumblr.com/the-reanimated-bhg/703671792964927488

Zechs & Howard, photomanipulation

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/704983707038138368/morning-thoughts-always-still-wishing-for-the

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/704275865839845376/a-complete-gathering

G-Boys, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/703913914022395904/my-what-big-ears-you-have

Trowa & WuFei, Sims, screenshot

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/703451417079316480/bbq-ribs

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

Fandom Discourse:

@bryony-rebb

https://bryony-rebb.tumblr.com/post/704001721047908352/today-i-am-daydreaming-about-an-au-in-which-the

Today I am daydreaming about an AU in which the fall of Cinq did not happen. I’m finding it very entertaining, although it is not something I can fathom ever writing.

@fallenwingzero

https://fallenwingzero.tumblr.com/post/704216327020298240/do-you-mind-if-i-ask-about-what-happened-after

Ask & Answer over Battlefield of Pacifists

@gamerzylo

https://gamerzylo.tumblr.com/post/703718465298644992

Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, poster

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/704924722376392704/howard-i-went-to-l2-recently-and-a-7-year-old

Howard, Sweeper, & Professor G

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/178736562794/wufei-every-talk-i-have-with-you-people-gets-more

WuFei & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/705015262530977792/heero-dont-do-anything-i-wouldnt-do-trowa-that

Heero & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/704834111053971456/sally-you-have-a-way-of-saying-thank-you-that

Sally & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/705196538075463680/duo-new-year-same-me-im-perfect

Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/178079511594/wufeichristmas-is-cancelled-duo-you-cant

WuFei & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/181132848339/trowa-comes-home-and-sees-duo-wrapped-up-in

Trowa & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/704018703777447936/duo-bitches-b-like-im-baby-but-have-childhood

Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/703837562124615680/duo-you-know-that-voice-in-your-head-that-tells

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/703928136029569024/au-duo-on-my-second-date-with-wufei-we-were-in

Duo

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Battle Scars and Kitchen Cabinets

Applicatons Open~ https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/705258971113619456/applications-are-open-to-apply-fill-in-the

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, January 6th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/705147307073617920/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-january

In need of prompts!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2022

Rules https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/giftexchange

Can’t wait to see everyone’s gifts posted up between January 8th and 14th!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #11-31 December 2022

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cirusthecitrus · 1 year

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I posted 4,782 times in 2022

That's 2,498 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (1%)

4,739 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@edge-lorde

@average-monster

@chiqita

@ankle-beez

@argayology

I tagged 986 of my posts in 2022

#horde prime - 62 posts

#spy x family - 55 posts

#amphibia spoilers - 52 posts

#spop - 36 posts

#ramblings - 31 posts

#shera - 30 posts

#kur twins tag - 26 posts

#ask memes - 26 posts

#spacebats - 22 posts

#spop au - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 83 characters

#Энтрапта такая: 'тебя когда пиздили в последний раз? никогда? значит начнут нахуй!'

My Top Posts in 2022:

Bury me on a flower field

But don't cover my withered eyelids

So that at least something will sprout out of them

Since a happy person has not grown out of me

[Дарья Виардо - Ангел похоронитель]

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Had a sudden urge to draw the third page for that one entrapdak fam comic I did a while ago :))))

I know explaining your own art is cringe and pretentious but I want to scream about this page so bad so please don't mind my silly commentary ><

Forgot to add, but here Anillis also calls Hordak "Poppy!". The very first thing baby Prime did when he saw Hordak was to give him a name (or rather a nickname)

Сomparing Hordak's eyes with poppy flowers, Anillis literally shows acceptance and appreciation for his imperfections, the very "defect" his (Prime's) future self will despise so much

Literally everything about the song and it's lyrics makes me wanna go feral gpfohpfphp (but it's so hard to translate i hate it here might've missed translation error too :/)

Hordak looking so lost, and vulnerable and younger and so full of HOPE-

I'm still unsure whether or not everything holo-Anillis did and said was pre-recorded so this part is up to interpretation

Either way, it's still not Prime who talks to Hordak and gives him the flower and smiles at him with joy and excitement. Prime is dead

AND THE FLOWER IS NOT REAL

also NOT a fun fact: In spacebats' culture a term "Flower eyes" was sometimes used when reffering to someone who is dead (and the fact that Anillis is pointing at his eye aka at himself HELP)

As well as they symbolize remembrance and eternal sleep(death) poppy flowers are also associated with sleep in general. In that case, could this image of Anillis be a hint that neither Hordak nor Kadroh are fully "awake" yet and still need to open their eyes to some things about themselves, their past and their dead tyrant brother? I dunno c:

Again, I'm so completely normal about this comic and this AU like-

65 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

Kur twins' outfit desgins

Sooo I finally sat down and decided on final designs for Anillis (young Prime) and his brother Hec-Tor!

These are their regular day-to-day looks (how they'll appear in my Horde Prime's origin story, or Kur twins au, how I'm going to call it from now on)

Despite very lazy simple rendering ( i wanted to focus on it more at first, but then the file crushed a few times so i gave up lol) I still can say these drawings are quite detailed, so tap/click to stare at them in higher quality c:

See the full post

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And if the bridges have been burnt

You'll find another way

Even a broken clock

Is right twice a day

When there are no words left

When screams turn into whispers

We will realize

That it was all just a painful experience

[Ploho - Горький Опыт]

See the full post

133 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

Oh wow can't believe Crystal Castles are such big spacebats fans that they dedicated a huge chunk of their discography to Hordak and his brothers🙏😔/j

200 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

An interesting Hordak/Entrapta parallel i can't stop thinking about

At a certain point in their lives both of them 1) were exiled and basically sent to die by someone who was important to them and whom they fully trusted (a friend/family/god) 2) got stuck in a strange place, isolated from the rest of the world/universe, all alone (lol speaking of trauma bonds...)

Two very similar and yet very different situations. And here’s the fun part: the main difference between Entrapta and Hordak’s stories is the opposite ways in which they react to their opposite circumstances, cope with and adapt to new changes

See the full post

223 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #not horde prime being my №1 tag 😭#and out of all my long ass tags it chose the one in russian t-t the one where i talk bout entrapta threatening to beat the shit out of sb

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jazzyjesse · 1 year

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I posted 27,251 times in 2022

That's 1,213 more posts than 2021!

64 posts created (0%)

27,187 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@strawbebbynya

@renchanters

@trans-sword-boyfriend

@aquat1cgay

@yb-cringe

I tagged 366 of my posts in 2022

#kitty talks - 62 posts

#mcyt - 13 posts

#asks - 10 posts

#sonic the hedgehog - 9 posts

#hermitcraft - 6 posts

#risha don't look - 4 posts

#self rb - 4 posts

#anon - 4 posts

#annabeth chase - 3 posts

#percy jackon and the olympians - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#its a fun little guessing game my friends do in which they try to tell me im autistic and i go surely not as i do the most austistic things

My Top Posts in 2022:

guys wait new grian hc! okay so you know how some people draw or write him as a doll that may or may not be possessed? well! i propose that we can combine grian and xelqua!

here's the evidence: grian has claimed he was born with the jumper on. xelqua was his former ign (iirc). grian isn't the player. he's the jumper possessing the player

83 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

Wait a minute, let me take you there (Oh) Wait a minute 'til you (Oh, hey!)

i've had griande on the brain lately and then i saw an ariana grande photo and i couldn't stop myself

93 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

I'm thinking about scott's last words. "Tilly death do us part, Pearl." bc like it was tilly's death that did them part

when tilly first died it cemented pearl as an unhinged loose canon. no one wanted to ally with her because no one could predict what she would do. she frequently hurt herself to hurt scott etc etc. she only had tilly and when tilly died she died as well. pearl has been on red since the beginning

tilly's final death, at the hands of bdubs and impulse, called the horn to the horsemen and signaled the end was near. no more need for intervention, these last few will kill themselves.

"Tilly death do us part, Pearl," said the man who vehemently denied her this whole time. the man who refused to team with her.

pearl is infamous for hurting herself to harm scott and yet it's scott who kills himself in the end. they forgave each other. they were never meant to love each other and as soon as they started to it was the end.

"Tilly death do us part, Pearl."

122 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

i for one think we should wilburify mumbo more revivebur? nah revivumbo

192 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

all i really want for third life season 3 is bdubs doing The Thing again where he ends up inexorably tied to someone as if the strings of love and fate bound them together and no mortal blade could ever sever those ties

1,390 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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ice-cweam-sod4 · 1 year

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I posted 2,301 times in 2022

That's 380 more posts than 2021!

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63 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

Yuka

My newest Yuusona , more info on him can be found in the character masterlist.

74 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

A scheming man with his lioness gf, both are surrounded in a sea of idiots, but they have each other

83 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

you don't have to force yourself to make content

you don't have to feel bad about not being active

what you need to do is learn when to take a break

and recharge when you can

your blorbos will still be there when you found your motivation again

221 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I made twst makeup palettes based of the dorms

See the full post

227 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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Dude did you see the new FNAF trailer?

Hell yeah, dude, like three times now (the first two at normal speed and the last one at the slowest speed to see if I missed something which I probably still did) what threw me off was seeing the hospital scene for the first time cause I thought it was going to be CC but no it's Vanessa (RIP girl idk if I'll miss her) but in order of my thoughts of the trailer and this is heavily edited as of 02/07/23 and I'll still try to make sense of some of my thoughts and theories in this edit

Mike is getting fired from his last job (assuming it's from the water fountain scene) and trying to support Abby by working at Freddy's by talking to good old William, who's going by Steve Raglan (which is a lot better than Dave Miller)

For the close sign, why is the o red and the d so far the from rest?

Mike's dipshit ass brings Abby along to his job, telling her to sleep while he works bitch the reverse happened and now she is a target but the fact she brought a stuffed bear as a comfort item (that probably use to belong to CC) and the fact Mike brought her along cause he couldn't afford a babysitter

The countless kids' drawings both with Mike and Abby in their respective scenes (I couldn't tell if anything changed in the scenes it probably did)

The vent probably has a dead body in there I was more focused on the rats

The Employee of the Month wall (I'm sure filled with cameos for people who are well known with FNAF like I'm sure Mattpat and Dawko are on there along with Markiplier if he doesn't make a physical appearance due to working on Iron Lung) and the poster that you can honk Freddy's nose

LOG BOOK MIKE BABY!!!

Vanessa, knowing about the dead kids and the animatronics like girl what?

Mike having medicine while on the job that I'm assuming for either pain or PTSD considering it's in an RTS bottle (the orange bottles that are prescribed to the patient)

The fucking song that Freddy plays and someone (maybe Freddy maybe William hell maybe Mike!?) humming it as well!?

The fact that it only shows Bonnie frying only from his guitar when Mike flips the switch??

Foxy and the rest look so soft they did a great job with the suits/puppets and a body being dragged away?

Abby is lured out and being targeted by either Bonnie or Freddy

Hank, Mike, Mike's mom, and someone else going into Freddy's during the day???

Hank fucking dying by Bonnie in the suply closet is kinda funny cause at least the stuff needed to clean is right there

The transition scene from the dead kid with the hook to a close-up of Foxy's hook is so good but it was obvious in the first trailer of who was who

The cupcake was probably the lure since it's it is own animatronic

A hand coming out of either Golden Freddy or Normal Freddy and grabbing Abby (I'm assuming Golden cause he/they are shown to help Abby later in the trailer)

SPRINGTRAP BABY!!!!!!!!!

and he has a knife and not a stupid ass pizza cutter his suit also looks soft and not matted and gross/covered in blood

CC is shown in the backseat looking at Mike being driven away from Mike's mom (if she's the reason for the bite for 83 this time I'm going to lose it cause I have high hopes of her being a somewhat decent mother/parent unlike William)

The cupcake is shown to be missing in the next shot with Bonnie and Chica so it may very well be a lure for Abby

Mike being in the hospital with Vanssea is what really threw me off cause again it's only shown for a second and I thought it was CC at first but it would be cool to see a glimpse of CC and younger Mike in this scene even if it might be flashing but that's a theory maybe

WATER FOUNTAIN SCENE FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!

Mike crawls through the vents hopefully there are no rats in there also him nearly dying?

Mike is also about to get scooped in a suit maybe?

Coryxkenshin being the taxi driver for Golden Freddy and Abby is cute

My remaining thoughts so far till the movie actually comes out:

I had beef with the red eyes till I re-read the books and figured out why they're red a lot of the lore so far seems to be mainly on the books as well

We do get a younger Mike actor with CC so maybe Mike will still cause the bite of 83 and based on that kid who leaked the trailer we saw someone in the hospital bed that might have been CC but they changed it to Vanssea for obvious reasons?

I'm curious if we'll get the spring-lock scene and how will it play out

Mike is trying his best not only for Abby but himself and he blames himself for what happened to CC if he did cause the bite

I want to see Golden Freddy and Mike met to see what they have to say to each other if it is CC in the suit and if it is CC Abby probably yelled for Mike during the grabbed scene and that's why she's alive for now

#five nights at freddy's #long post #fnaf movie #fnaf micheal

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anchanted-one · 1 year

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Foundry Battle

This is an excerpt from chapter 83: The Foundry

It’s the Revan boss fight. How is it? Is it easy to follow? Is there a dearth of detail, or perhaps an overabundance? Does it need more in it?

Any thoughts at all will be appreciated.

Akahte shook her head. “I didn’t want to believe it, but it’s true. You really were going to kill 99% of us. Did the other Jedi know? Surely not. They’re too squeamish for such a drastic step. These days, at least.”

“Of course I didn’t tell them,” Revan admitted. “They would’ve got in my way. Only I have the will to do what must be done, no matter the cost. When one needs to cut off their arm to save their own life, they have no choice but to grit their teeth and pick up a knife.

“Hey, that rhymed! You made a half-bad poem! You should’ve been a court fool somewhere.”

“Insolent wretch!” Revan barked. He donned his mask and helmet and drew his Lightsabers. “I am Revan! I was a Sith! I am a Jedi! My knowledge is beyond any of you!”

He attacked Decimus first. The Dark Lord retreated steadily under Revan’s angry assault. Vemrin took the wind out of its sails by getting behind the Jedi, forcing him to concentrate on two people at once. Akahte entered the fray, slipping behind him and attempting to skewer his kidney with her shoto. Revan leapt into the air, where he was met by Ashara Zavros. The Togruta managed to stay on the offensive for a few milliseconds before the Jedi kicked her back. He used the momentum gained to land some distance away from his entrapment.

Khem Val charged next, but Revan evaded his attack. His Lightsaber bounced off the Dashade’s hide, but Khem still hissed from pain. Akahte new from experience that Lightsabers could pierce his hide eventually, so she loosed a jet of Lightning. Revan leapt back, so she tried again. This time, a wider, thicker net. The Jedi shocked her by conjuring his own Lightning; it was more magenta than blue or purple, and Akahte new at once she was outmatched. She squeezed out all the power that Ergast and Zavros had to offer, and most of Andru’s as well. Revan was pushed back, so he disengaged and attempted to close the distance.

Decimus got into his path, completely halting his momentum, but Revan kicked the Dark Councilor onto Akahte.

Akahte didn’t see what happened next, but when she got back onto her feet, Vemrin had been thrown headfirst into Khem, knocking both men out of the fight for a bit. Ashara stepped forward again, Andronikos and Talos distracting the Jedi as she approached from behind. But Revan deflected one of the bolts right into her stomach. She fell with a moan. Revan thrust a palm out, and both men were lifted into the air and slammed around on computers. Andronikos looked like he’d broken something important, and Talos’ fall was broken by a computer screen. Glass shards tore a wide gash across his left eye and face. He fell whimpering, fingers trying in vain to save his eye.

“NO!” Akahte rose. Drawing on every last drop of power from the ghosts that she could—and ignoring the tremendous pain that caused—she hurled a pillar of nearly-red Lightning at Revan. Unfortunately, the pain caused her to miss, and he was only hit by the penumbra of the storm.

Akahte dropped to one knee, smarting from the pain. Decimus rose to confront Revan. And he was alone. “You’re not half-bad, you little beast. But you’re more Sith than Jedi, and they’ll kill you for it, if we don’t. But even you are no match for a Dark Councilor.”

“You’ll find there’s little I’m no match for,” Revan’s voice conveyed a derisive sneer. “You think you can take me? Come and get it, then!”

Decimus’ attack was powerful enough to completely distract Revan. Behind him, Khem and Vemrin began to rise and prepare to reenter the battle.

He—he’s not doing so bad at all! Akahte thought. Good. Now I can go for my real strength.

She quickly pulled out her ritual knife and put a long cut on her arm. She drew runes and Sith letters all over the floor at her feet. She channeled power through all the tattoos on her hands; normally she only used up a single finger’s worth for each ritual, but this was a big one. An all-or-nothing gamble, one that took nearly seven minutes to complete. As she channeled, the tattoos began to burn red and fade. And as they did, glyphs appeared around the ritual circle. Akahte began to recite the words out loud, fighting to stay awake through the blood loss.

In that time, Vemrin and Khem rejoined the fight, with little success. Revan was a deadly opponent, and soon enough, Vemrin fell to the ground with a gaping Lightsaber wound in his gut. The ex-slave looked stunned, like the idea of death had never crossed his mind. With his fall, the battle shifted further into Revan’s favor. The Jedi managed to pin Khem under a heavy ferrocrete slab, then put a scar on Decimus’ face.

But Akahte was finally done. She felt goosebumps as the ritual started to work. To her vision, it looked like cobwebs spreading across the floor.

Without any warning, Revan suddenly lost his footing. One second he was about to kick Decimus in the chest; the next, his back foot slipped off the floor. He landed on his face. Every attempt to rise was met by failure as his hands, elbows, knees, and feet slid on the surface as though the friction was gone.

Decimus laughed happily. He, of course, was unhindered. “How long does this last?”

“As long as I do.”

“I think I’m gonna take your side against Thanny.” He kicked Revan in the stomach, sending him tumbling into a wall. Blood slipped out from the rim of his mask, and he coughed, raising off his mask to spit out another mouthful of blood. “Got any other tricks?”

Behind Revan, the durasteel walls became crude arms that seized the Jedi.

“A vulgar little trick, witch, but you won’t ‘last’ as long as you think you will,” Revan growled. “The real world is not a sterile classroom.” He raised his hands; a heavy stone slab broke off from the ceiling. Akahte scrambled to avoid it, but in so doing, lost her concentration. Revan snapped his fingers, and the hands exploded.

Someone applauded politely from the door. “Good show!”

All eyes turned to glare at Darth Kaimeryn. She came accompanied only by her Nagai retainer. “Stand aside, Decimus. He’s mine.” The woman entered with tremendous power in every footstep. “Ah, would you look at that? Vemrin is dead. I wanted to do that!”

Akahte cowered. This Sith scared her far more than Harkun, Zash, Skotia, and Thanaton combined did.

Kaimeryn tossed the Jedi a vial. “Get up, Jedi. I’m going to fight you at your best.”

Revan stood slowly. He seemed to take the Muinar as a far greater threat than he had the rest of the strike team. He contemplated the vial for a moment, then swallowed its contents. He then began a meditative trance. Minutes later, Akahte Sensed his wounds starting to heal. “Thanks,” she said before she could stop herself. “We had to fight hard to give him those wounds!”

“Yes, I noticed. And I noticed how you all kept getting in each other’s way. You’re not a team; you shouldn’t have fought as one. You are not the sum of your parts. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

She ignited her Lightsaber. “Come, ‘Revan.’ I want to see how well you live up to your legend.”

“Arrogance,” Revan hissed. He and Darth Kaimeryn stood facing each other for a few seconds. Then they both attacked at once. Kaimeryn’s swing knocked Revan back, but he recovered at once. He hurled a fist of Lightning at her, which she leapt over.

She landed with such tremendous force that the whole room shook, but Revan kept his feet. He hurled both his Lightsabers at the tall woman, who blocked the throw with her saber. Before the blades could return, she closed the gap and stabbed at him. Unable to recall his own blades back in time, Revan used Vemrin’s. He stopped three, four, five of her attacks, and on the sixth he counterattacked. Kaimeryn sidestepped but took a slight wound to the shoulder. Far from being upset, she laughed. “NICE ONE!”

Her attack this time was harder and faster. Three attacks to the face, one to the stomach, another to the shoulder, back to the neck… Revan fell back, putting up a steadfast defense. A look of fear crossed his face. He tried to knock her legs out from under her, but she braced herself somehow, causing Revan to hurt himself.

“That’s not how you sweep this lady off her feet,” Kaimeryn smiled. She gave Revan the time to recover a little.

“You self-indulgent little thrill-seeker—”

“That I am. But I’m not a genocidal maniac, at least. You take what you can get in this life. You should have tried that quiet life, instead of this.”

She raised a hand and Revan was raised in sync. He bagan to cough and choke. But he was not done. He twitched a finger, and the Lightsabers he’d dropped hurtled back at Darth Kaimeryn. The blades bounced off her Shield, but Revan broke free. He summoned the Lightsabers back, then took a few steps back. The Force churned around him as he made his next play. The ground started to shake. Cracks formed and rocks as sharp as spikes sprang up to attack Kaimeryn.

She used the Force herself; a hammer blow that turned the spikes into powder. Revan tried to choke her, and for a moment, she looked like she was succumbing to it, but she broke free with a loud yell.

Computers and machinery rose up and swirled around Revan. They began rushing forward and withdrawing back, like he was using the objects as fists. Kaimeryn took a few hits, but her Shield saved her from any real damage. That was until several ‘fists’ got swathed in Lightning. Kaimeryn looked impressed and a little nervous. The blows started to inject Lightning into her Shield, and it looked like it would be crushed soon. Kaimeryn looked like she was ready to move… but Akahte was too scared of what might happen if the Muinar died.

She sprang into action before that could happen. Getting in range again, she stabbed Revan through the back. The Jedi screamed in surprise, then fell to the floor.

“Why did you do that?” Darth Kaimeryn asked, raising a beautiful eyebrow. She sounded a little annoyed.

“He was about to kill you!”

“No he wasn’t. I had that.”

“Well… I thought he was,” Akahte said defensively.

Kaimeryn sighed. She looked at the man on the ground. “And I was enjoying that too. He was far from done, but so was I. This is so anticlimactic!”

Revan crawled to a table and fought to sit up. Power crackled in his left fist, but it looked like the last embers of a dying fire. Still, Akahte felt some respect for a man who could fight until his last breath like this.

“So this is it…” Revan sighed. “‘And in the end, as darkness takes me… I am nothing.’” He sounded like he was quoting someone. “I… understand now, how you felt, old friend.”

He released his power, and there was a loud explosion. Fortunately, no one was hurt. Unfortunately, every last piece of equipment in the control center was destroyed. The whole room smelled like melted tar. Outside, the explosions started. Like the Jedi had said, the place had been set to self-destruct. In death, Revan managed to rob his enemies of their prize.

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