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avnasace · 2 days

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im loving the fact that tommy is an established character with established relationships with the 118, just like karen, just like athena, just like maddie, because that was a huge thing that made it a part of why i think it was so hard to like bucks previous love interests.

like, yes. abby and taylor tried to gel with them, ali kinda knew OF them, but natalia was completely seperate and lucy wasnt even really a love interest. neither of the main 2 (abby and taylor) actually had any link to anyone other than buck. taylor was the closest (but she fucked that up badly lmao).

im so hyped to see whether we get more of tommy and the 118, because he has history with all of them, except eddie (who he's now good friends with), and buck (who he is now dating).

if you look at all the other 'partners', they are all a part of the 118 family, and pretty linked together: athena is besties with hen and married to bobby, karen lived across from and was good friends with chimney and is now married to hen, maddie is bucks brother and is married to chimney, etc.

i feel like bucks other love interests were only ever linked to him, and he always worried about losing them, because he didnt think he was good enough.

but this time with tommy the difference is (tommy actually cares about buck) that hes known by his family and hes safe and hes confident and caring and patient, plus the rest of the 118 all think hes a good guy, and also tommy saved bathena and chimney and hes friends with eddie, and christopher likes him, etc.

everybody that matters to buck, except maddie, likes and knows tommy.

(and who is he going to introduce tommy to next episode? maddie.)

maybe buck doesnt have to worry so much about him leaving, like abby did, or worry how to introduce tommy to his family and not have him run for the hills from the complex parts of his life, like natalia or ali did

because tommys already halfway in it yknow?

#this was longer than i planned sjdjsjdus #words just ran away from me #having brainrot over these two and buck and his growth so far and im so thankfuo we have these amazing actors portraying these characters #and that they CARE so much #its so nicee #also everybody say thankyou tim minear oliver stark lou ferrigno jr and abc #plus many more but its a lotta names #please let us keep lfjr i BEG #bucktommy #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #ace rambles

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milf-harrington · 1 year

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inspired by @flashyysins

Two days after Hawkins was almost split open, Robin saw a woman pacing in the hospital waiting room.

There were plenty of other people as well, sitting or standing or walking the length of the room in a similar pattern, but there was something about the woman that Robin noticed. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, which she was- it's that there was something familiar about her.

She was in blue jeans and an old-school Hawkins High Letterman jacket, light brown hair twisted up in a claw clip. Robin had never met her before, she'd remember that at the very least, but still.

Something about the angle of her nose or the gentle waves of her hair felt like something Robin had seen before, something she'd be able to find in a crowded room or across a street.

But Robin had somewhere to be, so she shook off the odd feeling, and followed the familiar path to Steve's room.

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"Hey Stevie."

Steve's smile was tired, but he was looking more lively than when he'd passed out in the waiting room the other day, so she'd take it.

"Robbie, you left me hanging yesterday."

She snorted and dropped into one of the chairs by his bed, swinging her legs over the arm rest and cradling the bag she'd brought with her in her lap. "You're the one who fell asleep during visiting hours."

He rolled his eyes, and she happily noted the colour returning to his skin. "You should be exempt from visiting hours, you're like...essential to my recovery or something."

She laughed to hide the way those words curled soft and warm around her heart, eyes stinging until she blinked it away. The dumbass had almost over-worked himself to the point of no recovery. "'Exempt?' Someone's been reading a dictionary- did one of your children leave theirs behind?"

"Oh fuck you-"

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Robin was startled to see the woman from the waiting room hovering behind a nurse.

"You have a new visitor Mr Harrington."

Even knee-deep in confused intrigue, Robin couldn't help but dramatically mouth Mr Harrington over her own shoulder, pleased at the face he pulled in retaliation.

And then the door shut, and Steve looked up to find the woman-from-the-waiting room standing at the end of the bed.

Robin saw his brain grind to a halt at the sight of her.

It was silent (well, as much as it could be in a hospital room, what with all the beeping and whirring) as they took each other in, and Robin slowly brought her knees in closer to her chest like it would shield her from the vague awkwardness chewing at her.

And then-

"Fucking hell, Eve." The woman breathed out, white knuckling the bar at the end of his bed.

At the same time, Steve's face scrunched up as he demanded: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? You're in hospital!"

"I thought you were in New York!"

"Yeah and then I got a call from Hawkins General that my little brother was dying in a hospital bed! Thank you for keeping me as your emergency contact, by the way."

"Well-" Steve spluttered and then crossed his arms over his chest, wincing at the pressure on his injuries. "Obviously."

Several things clicked into place like undone locks. Steve had almost been too comfortable about "feminine" topics for as long as she'd been an active member of his life- and even slightly before.

(He'd once run out of Scoops to buy her pads when she'd started her period in the middle of a shift. At the time she'd figured he was just trying really hard to beat the still a douche-bag allegations.)

Then there were the sweaters that he wouldn't confess to the origin of, the jokes he'd make about Robin "not being the only woman in his life" that she'd thought were about Nancy Wheeler, the vehement denial that the rom-com collection in the theatre room were his.

And, while Robin hated to enforce gender stereotypes, he'd always had the kind of mean girl cattiness that was usually only forged in teenaged girls and merely rubbed off on others.

Of course Steve Harrington had a sister.

Now Robin understood why she'd seemed so familiar in the waiting room.

"What happened to you?"

Simultaneously, Robin and Steve shifted uncomfortably, meeting each others eyes and coming up blank on both ends.

Steve's sister swallowed, jaw clenched and lip quivering as she look back and forth between them. She seemed suddenly fragile, like Steve after a nightmare, or right before he'd collapsed in the waiting room after carrying Eddie inside.

Steve cracked first. "Lou-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Stephen. This is the third time you've ended up in hospital since your senior year."

Steve blinked, startled. "How did you-"

"I'm your sister." She seethed, and Robin could see flickers of Steve with an axe in his hand in the arch of her shoulders. "You might have told the hospital not to call but I still have friends in this town. If that Hargrove asshole wasn't already dead-"

"Lou-"

"Don't-"

"It was a serial killer." Robin blurted, drawing Steve's sisters' attention to her. "I don't now if you heard about it, but someone was going around killing teenagers. It started with Chrissy Cunningham- she was a cheerleader? kind of cute in a preppy sort of way, but, um- she was killed in our friends living room and then he sort of got blamed for it because, I mean, it was pretty sketchy but he didn't do it! I promise, Eddie didn't- anyway, there was this whole witch hunt, and two more people died which just sort of made it worse for Eddie and a group of us were trying to, like, clear his name, you know? Because we knew he didn't do it and we didn't want him to get killed next, but then one of our other friends - this girl, Max, she's a riot - she was being targeted by the real killer so we came up with this...really stupid plan to catch the killer but everything went sort of tits up and Eddie and Steve both got, well-" She waved her hands at the bandage around Steve's throat and the bruising around his wrists from the vines. "And Max, she broke her elbow and her knee when she fell, and I think Dustin twisted his ankle? So now Max and Eddie and Steve are all in hospital and Dustin has these crutches that he doesn't want to use but, I mean, Steve always makes him because it's Steve, and we don't really know if Eddie's okay yet but no one's come to tell us he's not so we're still hopeful-"

"Robin."

Robin shut her mouth, and took a deep breath through her nose. Steve's sister was staring at her in the startled sort of awe that Robin was used to seeing when she got going. She had the lungs of a trumpet player, it wasn't hard for her to talk until she forgot where she'd started.

"You fought a serial killer?" Steve's sister - Lou? - asked, and Robin hysterically felt like she should offer up her seat.

Steve, bless him, only nodded. Lou stared, lips pressed into a thin line and nostrils flared slightly.

And then, quite abruptly, she was straightening her back and stepping around the bed to hold out a hand to Robin. "Louisa Harrington."

Robin blinked, and shook her hand. "Robin Buckley."

Louisa nodded, like that made sense, and smiled the same cupids-bow smile as her brother. "The best friend- it's good to meet the other half of my brothers brain. Clearly the better half, considering you aren't the one in the hospital bed."

Steve made an offended noise, and Robin grinned.

#i've had this concept lodged in my brain since i first read flashyysins post #especially bc i am a little brother to an older sister so now it's Personal #anyway steve's sister (in my world) is named Louisa and their nicknames for each other are Eve and Lou #bc when she was little Lou would call him ''Stevie-evie-eve'' and it just slowly got shortened to ''eve'' overtime #and when he was old enough to know what nicknames were he wanted them to match so she became lou #and their parents HATE that they call each other that bc Lou sounds like a boys name and Eve is a girls name #and they're like ''get rekt youre never home anyway''#i've also decided that the person Karen Wheeler is talking to on the phone when she calls steve's house in season 1 #is his sister not his mum #anyway everyone meet louisa harrington she lives in new york studying classical music #she visits randomly and she and steve call each other fortnightly or whenever anything interesting happens #my writing #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #robin buckley

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el-hijo-de-hernandez-27 · 1 month

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When can we have Murph as a DM?

Just picture all of his energy right now being a player and transform it to him getting fully demoralized by his wife and friends making the worst decisions on a campaign he runs.

#emily axford #brian murphy #his name is brian?#wtf #siobahn thompson #lou wilson #zac oyama #ally beardsley #brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #dropout tv #dropout

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big-moon-little-moon · 1 month

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i'm watching the ravening war (for the plot)

#i am actually watching it for the plot to be fair xd #matt is doing a great job and all players are fantastic #but yea the ladies are FREAKING KILLING IT with threir characters and roleplay and on the top of it the looks! the looks!!!#gods i love women #to be fair to him lou's dashing with his outfits too #i want to steal the mushroom shirt look #i love the world of calorum #my only problem is i am also listening to fellowship of the ring soundtrack #and thanks to calorum when i hear the name 'Bree' my brain changes it to 'brie'#so now the hobbits are entering the town of brie and here i am imagining cheese lands #the narrator says 'the Bree-folk' and i go ah yes. from the dairy islands surely.#dimension 20 #matt mercer #the ravening war #calorum #aabria iyengar #anjali bhimani #brennan lee mulligan #zac oyama #lou wilson #d20 acoc #d20 trw

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leaf-storm · 7 months

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hula lou 🪐

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yoursonlucifer · 1 month

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im high right now but im catching up on fantasy high and brennan was talking about people banishing their gods to the astral dimension/plane by no longer worshipping them. he clarified that gods cannot, however, say "hey humans who follow me! go and worship my friend/lover/sibling/etc.!" and it got me thinking--what makes a god a god if they have all the same fragile and complicated relationships as humanoids? what gives them the right to keep from or share their powers with us? but in d&d lore (or maybe just naddpod lore), humanoids are made up as the same magic stuff as gods, we just got less of it somehow. so theoretically, there's nothing that gives gods right to lord over us, but rather that it is just part of the circumstances that humans are dealt. kind of like parenting to a degree.

originally, this train of thought was supposed to continue to kristen's relationship with cassandra and the power/imbalance there but im a little too high to think about that anymore without going on a tangent about queer/trans love, so have this, tumblr

#writing this and looked at lou and thought his name was wig for a sec #anyway #fantasy high #fhjy #fantasy high junior year #tag for when i write posts

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insanity-apathy · 1 year

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I don’t know what’s worse.

The fact that Yoshi clearly did not think the shredder was real. Meaning he slowly came to the realization that his family had been killing themselves over nothing, that he lost his family to nothing, lost his mother to nothing but a fairytale, and now here was his grandfather expecting him to do the same. He spent years thinking his family destroyed themselves over nothing more than a hallucination or a family history so warped from the truth it could never possibly be real. He spent his entire life trying to get as far away from that as possible.

Or the fact that he suddenly was faced with the horrific reality that it was real. That he could lose his children to this.

That his family expected him to sacrifice his children to this.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt splinter #hamato yoshi #lou jitsu #Hamato sho #shou?#hamato atsuko #I think that’s her name #hamato clan #I think a lot about how the Hamato clan was built upon sacrifice #and you can see how it effects the boys #specifically Raph and Leo #but also I think about how Atsuko loved her son #which is why she sacrificed her life #meanwhile Yoshi loves his son #which is why he won’t let them sacrifice theirs #idk i love this family

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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 2 months

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the first instalment for the bruise childhood friends au, mostly setting the scene before we get into all the shenanigans and fluff. Jay and Cole are about 8-9 here. cross posted to Ao3

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Jay hummed quietly while his dad talked with the adults. They were at another event — Jay didn’t care to remember which, they were all the same to him. Get in the car with the driver, arrive at the destination, don’t bother Dad while he talks with the grown-ups. Maybe play a game or read a book, but don’t be loud. Today was no different.

“—I think that it will go well,” his dad said.

The man he was talking with raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes, if all goes according to plan it’ll be a hit.”

“I would hope so,” the other man said. “I’ve invested too much time and money into this for it to fail.”

“Of course.”

Jay continued to sit in the corner, but he was bored. Just as always. But surely he would only need to wait a bit longer, and then he and Dad could go out for dinner. He was starting to get hungry. Really hungry. Jay decided to take the chance.

He walked up to Cliff Gordon and pulled his sleeve. “Dad?” he said. “I’m getting hungry,”

“Not right now, Jay. I’m talking with Mr. Brookstone here.” Jay’s dad turned to the other man. “My apologies, he gets a bit restless,” he gave a dry chuckle.

Mr. Brookstone laughed. “That’s alright. My son is the same,”

Jay’s dad looked down at him. “Jay, why don’t you go wander around for a bit? You can go buy a snack,” he placed a couple coins into Jay’s hand. Score!

“Okay, Dad.” Jay said.

Dad turned back to Mr. Brookstone. “Now, where were we?”

That was Jay’s cue to leave. He turned and went out the big fancy door they’d come in through, then went down the hallway. There had definitely been a vending machine somewhere.

When Jay finally found it, he was shocked by all the options. “Wow,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. “So many choices.”

“Yeah,” a voice from behind said.

Jay squeaked and spun around to see another kid, probably his age.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” the kid frowned.

“You just surprised me.”

The kid shrugged. “Why’re you here? Didn’t think the audience was allowed backstage,” he uses a lot of big words, Jay thought.

“My dad works here,” Jay said. At least, he was pretty sure Dad worked here. Though he hadn’t been in this building before, so who knew?

“Same,”

“Your dad’s an actor too?” Jay asked.

The boy shuffled a bit, like he didn’t like this conversation. That was okay, Jay didn’t really like it either. “He’s a singer,” he finally said.

“A singer? Like The Fold?” They were a band that Jay’s dad worked with before. He remembered them because one of the members gave him a lollipop.

“Yeah, kinda. He’s a Royal Blacksmith,”

Jay had not heard of them before, though that wasn’t surprising. He hadn’t heard of a lot of people. “Sounds cool,” he decided on saying.

“I guess,” he said.

This kid seems lonely, Jay thought. Like me.

That makes us the same. Couldn’t hurt to be friends, right?

Jay held out his hand. “I’m Jay Gordon,” he said. “We’re friends now. What’s your name?”

“Cole Hence,” the other boy said.

“Great!” Jay smiled. “I’ve got some money. Wanna share chips or something?”

“Yes, please,” Cole said shyly.

Jay turned back to the vending machine. “‘Kay, what d’you want?”

“Anything’s fine,”

“Gummy bears?”

Cole hummed. “Yeah, sure,”

Very, very, carefully, Jay inserted the coins into the slot. Then he pressed the little number pad. 0-4-6, he typed. The packet of candy fell out. “Got it!” Jay said cheerfully. He held their prize up.

“There’s a table,” Cole pulled Jay’s arm. “We can sit there.”

“Why’s there a random table?” Jay wondered.

Cole only shrugged in response as they sat down.

Jay tore open the pack and passed it to Cole. “So which one is your favourite flavour?” He asked.

“Strawberry,” Cole said. “Yours?”

Jay thought for a moment. All of them were pretty good, in his opinion. “I can’t decide,” he said. “They’re all too good!”

“That’s true,” Cole agreed. “But I still think strawberry is the best.”

“I think real strawberries are better,” Jay took another gummy.

“That’s also true,”

By now, they had finished the pack. There hadn’t been a lot inside.

Cole looked at the empty packet, then at Jay. “Do you want to go exploring?” He asked. “I don’t know when your dad will be done working, but mine won’t be for a while.”

Jay’s dad wouldn’t be finished working for a while, if the way he sent Jay off was anything to go by. “Mine too,” he said.

Cole smiled a little at that. “Great!” He said. “We can keep talking then,”

“And exploring,” Jay reminded him. “I want to explore.”

“Yeah!”

“Where shall we go first, captain?” Jay put on a fancy accent, like the ones that he saw on TV.

“Hmmmm,” Cole looked around. “The balcony? It’s where fancy people sit!”

“I thought balconies were for standing,”

“I dunno,” Cole shrugged. “That’s just what my mom told me,”

“It does sound cool, though,” Jay said. “And I want to pretend to be a fancy person,”

“‘Kay,” Cole said. “This way,” he lead them up a flight of stairs — they were so pretty! Who thought even the stairs needed to be decorated? Jay wondered.

He decided to ask Cole about that. Cole seemed to know a lot about this place. “Hey, Cole?”

Cole turned to look at him. “Yeah?”

“How come everything here is so fancy?”

“Because it just is, I guess.”

A lot of things just were, Jay thought. Like how Dad just never had time to play with him, or how Mom wasn’t around, or even how his classmates didn’t like him.

“We’re here,” Cole said, snapping Jay out of his thoughts. He looked around. The stage was very far in front of them, and he could see the giant speakers too. Jay felt very small compared to this room.

“It’s huge,” he said in awe.

Cole grinned. “Yeah, it is.”

“You can see the entire theatre from here!”

Cole considered that. “Well, maybe not the entire theatre,” he said. “But definitely a lot of it.”

Jay laughed. “It’s so cool!”

“When they’re performing, the entire stage lights up,” Cole pointed at the lights. “They even change colour.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“Yeah. My dad performs here a lot,”

“That must be fun,” Jay said.

“Sometimes,”

“So, do you—“ Jay was cut off by a loud “JASON EDWARD GORDON! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Oh! I’m in here, Dad!” Jay called out.

Dad marched in looking angry. “Jay, what are you doing in here? I’ve been looking for you!”

“I was exploring,” Jay said softly.

That did not seem to be an excuse for Dad. “You were supposed to get some food and then come back,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” Jay mumbled.

Cole was still frozen near the railing. “Um, sir?” He squeaked. “It wasn’t Jay’s fault. I’m the one who thought of coming up here,”

His expression softened at that. “And who are you, lad?”

“Cole Hence, sir. My dad works here,”

Jay’s dad frowned. “And your dad is..?”

“Lou Brookstone.”

“Ah,” Dad looked around and shook his head. “I was talking to your father earlier. He’s in the main lobby right now, waiting for you as well. I can bring you there to meet him.”

“Okay,”

Now Dad was looking at Jay. “Jay, next time you wander off you need to tell me,” he had a strict look on his face. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,”

“Good. Come on, let’s go meet Mr. Brookstone,” Jay’s dad marched the two of them out the door and into the elevator, then to the main lobby.

“Dad!” Cole ran up to Mr. Brookstone.

“Hello, Cole. Where have you been?” Mr. Brookstone looked mildly confused.

“I was exploring with Jay,” Cole pointed at Jay, who waved awkwardly.

“That’s nice,” Mr. Brookstone said tiredly. He patted Cole on the head.

Jay’s dad looked uncomfortable, and he cleared his throat. “Ahem,” he coughed. “It’s getting late, and we still need to get home. We’ll meet again next week as planned, yes?” His smile was very strained.

“Yes, of course,” Mr. Brookstone said, like he was just realising how late it was. “Come on, Cole. Let’s go,” he pushed Cole in the direction of the door.

“Bye!” Cole waved cheerfully, undeterred by his dad’s sour mood.

Jay waved back. “I’ll see you next week! I’ll bring games and everything!”

Dad looked at Jay. He didn’t seem as angry anymore. “It’s good that you’re making friends,” he commented.

“Really?” Jay looked up.

“Yes,” Cliff said. “We have to get home now, and you still need to eat dinner and shower. So hurry up,” he walked out the door, Jay following closely behind.

I made a friend! Jay smiled at that thought. And I get to see him again next week! Maybe getting dragged to his dad’s meets wasn’t so bad after all.

#jay walker #ninjago #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #cole hence #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #cliff gordon #lou brookstone #bruise childhood friends au #the reason Cole introduces himself as “Cole Hence” is because I hc his last name to be Hence-Brookstone #and only saying the first part just makes more sense #kit's writing

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