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moonlit-typewriter · 3 months
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all of us book fans have already fully prepared for Luke to be the traitor, working with Kronos.
but are we prepared for the point at which Luke is possessed by Kronos? The point where his eyes are gold and he’s struggling for control of his own body?
Are we ready to see Charlie Bushnell play 2 different people at the same time?
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seaglassdinosaur · 4 months
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Yeah we’re talking about how it’s gonna hurt that Percy’s first friends at camp, Luke and Chris, are gonna betray him, but have we not considered how ice cold Battle of the Labyrinth will be for Chris?
They’re showing Chris Rodriguez and Luke Castellan as pretty close friends and brothers. They’re always together, and that bond we can collect is in part because of the time they’ve spent at camp, and certainly in part because of their shared affiliations. Yeah, they’re the children of Hermes, that’s an innate connection, but they’ve both seen kids filter in and out of the cabin, they’ve had time to build their resentments. Based on how they stick together, they’ve had time to commiserate that.
So how badly will it hurt Chris when he’s sent into the Labyrinth, driven insane and thusly abandoned by his brother? When he’s brought back to health not at the Princess Andromeda, but at Camp? When he realizes their bond was more important to him than it was to Luke? He wasn’t important enough to try and heal, and at the end of the day, he was another pawn.
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kyluxtrashpit · 7 months
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So. Impending sad news
Things with old cat are getting worse. She’s been rubbing at it a lot the last few days and it’s starting to cause problems. Bad problems. She’s still so full of life and I hoped after the last incident, it would stabilize again, but it doesn’t look like it will
So unless something really miraculous (or disastrous) happens, I’m gonna call the vet tomorrow and make an appointment for Friday. I’m arranging for it to happen at home so hopefully she’ll be more comfortable here. I’ll have to prepare some things and tidy up but it’ll be worth it if it makes things easier for her
I’m not ready but. I don’t think I ever could be. And at least I’ll have the rest of the week with her. Idk. No matter how long you spend knowing it’s coming, it never hurts any less 💔
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fantasiavii · 5 months
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Mmmmm okay I was going to TRY not to finish Dark Heir tonight bc I am super tired but I just got to a part that made me jump like I sat on a bed of pins and idk if I can sleep after this I might scream
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play-my-game · 5 months
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steddiecameraroll · 1 year
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Read Chapter 1 on ao3
When Eddie decides to break up with Steve, he thinks he’s doing it for both of their sakes. But his misguided attempt to protect Steve has catastrophic results. Steve is left feeling demoralized, confused, and brokenhearted. He’s a shell of the man he once was.
As time passes, Eddie grapples with the realization that his actions were a colossal mistake. He's plagued with guilt and insecurity, unsure if Steve will ever forgive him. Yet, Eddie would do anything to regain Steve's affection, no matter the cost to his own heart.
Can Eddie find a way to make up for his blunder and show Steve the depth of his devotion, or is it too late for a second chance at love?
Or
Eddie has to fix the mess he made and get Steve back.
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dark-elf-writes · 9 months
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Just saw the end of assassination class room crying so much. I knew it would ve sad but this hurts so much. And I'm going to have to read it too! How are you going to write this?
I have a rule when it comes to my writing: If I cry everyone cries.
And I cried a lot at the end of Assclass so…
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no-context-nonsense · 2 months
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Work is dumb, but there are better things to cry about.
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arvandus · 2 months
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Arvs i’m on my knees for that Levi one night stand you mentioned 74848 years ago 😩 i think about it every night and day 😩!!!
Bestie I’ve finally finished AOT and lemme tell you that this idea has now moved to the top of my priority writing list.
God I love him. I just want him to be happy…. 😭😭
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acrochetedgundam · 3 months
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currently researching psychotic breaks so i can write THAT part of entropy
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camscendants · 1 year
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I’m gonna die
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ineffible-chaos · 1 year
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The Christmas Kids
Summery:
It's been four years since Craig Tucker stepped into South Park. After a nasty, one-sided breakup at sixteen with his long-term boyfriend, Tweek Tweak, Craig has been on a downward spiral with seemingly no end. With a new assignment from his therapist, Stripe #10 and enough medication to kill a small village, Craig is returning to the source of all his problems. Things have changed in South Park and some people don't know how to leave well enough alone. With new friends, old friends, and something in between, Craig just wants to disappear out of the lives of everyone
Parings: Craig/Tweek, Kyle/Stan, Kenny/Butters/Marj
“I dream of you in every waking and sleeping moment and its the sweetest and cruelest form of torture.”
Day one.
My name is Craig Tucker.
I’m twenty-two years old.
My therapist is making me do this assignment where I have to make an entry for a whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five entries. He told me that it was okay to skip a day or two if I forgot or didn't have the energy to write anything down. I don't mind this if i'm being honest, it's better than wallowing in my own self pity like I have been the last few years.
I think it would be rude to not introduce myself to you, even if you are just a leather bound book filled with empty space.
So.
My name is Craig Tucker and I'm depressed.
I was first diagnosed when I was sixteen when my boyfriend of six years broke up with me. Then a lot of stuff happened and I got the free upgrade of having MDD- major depressive disorder, a few years later. I’m gay, I’ve known since I was fourteen. You’re probably wondering, “Craig, how did you have a boyfriend for six years if you didn’t know you were gay until years after you started dating him?”
That, my friend, is the question, isn't it? I grew up in South Park, this fucked up little town in Colorado. The adults were insane, there was one fat kid who was a menace to society (his friends were too, I still hate them for Puru) and then there was Tweek.
Tweek Tweak was this neurotic little blond kid whose parents ran the only coffee shop in all of South Park.
We even fought once because of the fat kid I mentioned earlier. We’d played superheroes together (I was Super Craig and I beat the shit out of other kids, I loved it) and before we “dated”, we were doing some medieval shit with this new kid who farted. Like, a lot. It was a weird time.
Then the Asian girls started making yaoi fanart of us and the whole town had decided that we were gay, dating and that was that. We “broke up” shortly after and Tweek had decided to make me sound like a cheating bastard with some dude named Michael (srsly what the fuck, im still mad about that).
But I guess we just sort of stayed together after that. We fake dated for the town but we actually became really good friends and eventually the line between friends and being something more just… blurred. I was the only one who could calm him down and he was the only one I could stand touching me.
That's sort of my thing. My family never believed in coddling their kids and it was rare to be touched in a way that wasn't violent (I got into fights a lot) or those posed two second family pictures. I even remember flinching away from his touch in the beginning because it was so foreign.
I haven't let anyone else touch me since.
The thought makes my skin crawl, like having any one else’s hands on me but his made me want to throw up.
Sorry, I'm rambling aren't i? It's been a while since i've talked to anyone that wasn't the therapist.
I'm gonna be honest, book. I’m not okay.
I’ve been in love with my ex for nearly ten years and I don't know how to get over him. No one else clicks and a part of me is so, so tired of getting drunk and high to feel something other than misery and self pity that I just want everything to end. That sounds bad doesn't it? Who feels that way over some guy?
Everything feels heightened now because I'm going home to South Park for the first time in four years and I'm scared out of my mind. I was a complete mess that last year and a half of high school after Tweek broke up with me and I spent most of that time high, drunk or both on the first set of meds that made me feel numb enough that I could barely think and when i could, i was so fucking miserable i wanted to die.
If I'm being honest, I don't even know how I graduated. Despite what everyone thought about Kyle Broflovsky and Wendy Testaburger being the smartest in our grade, I had been on track to be valedictorian, which I hid from everyone as best I could. Sure, I had sucked at school when I was younger but the teachers had been able to tweak (ha, jokes) how I was taught and boom, smart as hell.
Honestly, I think my teachers felt bad for me and just passed the depressed gay kid who was dumped by his long term boyfriend for a fucking girl.
Ugh.
Book, this entry is making me want to jump so I’m gonna end it here. So see you for entry two, maybe I won’t be so miserable the next time we talk.
-Craig.
He flipped the book closed and flexed his fingers, which had cramped from the amount of writing he'd done. A part of him had almost felt bad for trauma dumping through the pages and immediately wanted to punch himself in the face because how fucking stupid is that? It's a book.
He hadn’t been lying as he wrote and he’d even felt like the slightest bit of weight had eased off of his shoulders for a moment. He looked around his barren dorm room and wished he could make time stop moving; graduation had come and gone and now he was heading back home to South Park for the first time in years. Apartments were too expensive in the city and he was completely wiped out from paying tuition.
So home it was. Tricia was about to be in her senior year of high school and he’d felt guilty for missing so many events the last few years. His mom was excited he was coming home and he had no doubt that every single miserable person in town knew the Gay Kid was coming back home.
Being out of the cold shadow of the mountains had done him good, his voice had finally let go of the lispy rasp he’d had for so long and he'd let his hair grow out so it stuck out from under his hat.
He looked towards the desk in his room and stood from his perch on the bed. Stripe #10 had been changed to his carrying case and he’d protested it, his angry weeks expressing just how he felt being in his tiny enclosure.
“Dude, chill. You’ll be in there for only a little longer and I’ll give you treats later.”
Stripe let out a huff in response.
“Don’t sass me young man, it's hard being a single mother dealing with your tantrums.”
Damn kids.
He shrugged his bag on and lifted the cage, leaving behind the dorm he’d occupied for so long. He left the key by the RA office and put Stripe in the front seat of his car, buckling him in and throwing the bag into the back seat.
“Don’t expect to see your deadbeat dad anytime soon bud, just because we’re going home doesn’t mean you get to see him.” He said to Stripe, who didn’t respond.
Teenagers are so ungrateful nowadays, he thought to himself and started the long journey to South Park.
this is also posted on A03
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skyward-floored · 2 years
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Oops I’m making Legend cry
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felrend · 2 years
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We need another story time over drinks with Aloy and Erend where he tells her about Varl’s wild night in Meridian.
The mood might be more somber but the love of that story could still be heard in Erend’s voice as he’s telling it.
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straycuties8 · 2 years
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lucerys and arrax: *running to get to each other to escape*
me: nooooOooo😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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rosiehunterwolf · 2 years
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I hate having such pale skin. I love the summer, but every time i go outside I come back looking like a tomato
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