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dazesblog · 2 months

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Lemonade - Hong Seunghan

.°☆ genre : fluff, situationship, non-idol au, brother's bestfriend seunghan x reader, friends to lovers ☆°.

featuring : brother lee sohee

no sypnosis !

warnings : attempted humour, kys jokes, sexual jokes, dense ppl

it was normal to have your brother's friends over. sometimes it would be all of them at the same time, making it hard to avoid them. sometimes it would be individually, or even duos.

saturday afternoon. it was unbearably hot for a spring day, summer obviously creeping closer day by day. it was hard to keep your peace in the hot weather. the sweat making your temper shorter by each degree it increased. you were on call with your friend in the living room. talking shit about god who knows from your school. eventually you heard an obnoxious knock on the front door. your mic went mute and you threw your phone on the couch to open the door. you knew it would be your brother, possibly occupied with one of his friends who you grew accustomed to.

you certainly weren't wrong. it was the famous trio of eunseok, sohee and seunghan. you greeted them with a bored smile and went back to get your phone. knowing the guys would probably play some type of game in the living room, you decided to go to your own room. looking for your phone on the couch, it apparently went into one of the cracks and now you were struggling to reach it. thankfully for you, your brother experienced this too many times and found it swiftly. he teased you in an annoying voice

"did you stay home all day again? i can't believe you barely go outside, unless it's for school."

"who goes out in this hot weather, you're crazy. i'm going out later."

"with who?"

"the usual."

that was a short conversation, you cutting it off way too early and running upstairs. completely ignoring the fact that your mom told you to serve all guests with a drink on days like this. you went back on call, all giddy completely forgetting the shit talking, and moving onto what you were gonna wear that day while hanging out. in the end you and your friend decided casual wear. but, a genius idea came up for you.

"oh my god. karina, let's wear mens' clothing and troll around the city."

"you finally said something smart today"

"oh come on! i'll steal sohee's clothes, meet up at my house, okay? come whenever you want, i'm not doing anything."

"let me just finish lunch, i'll be there in like one hour."

"help my toes are tingling i can sense we're gonna be caught like 2 minutes into acting."

"no. you'll be the one caught. you literally start giggling at everything and i always have to calm you down."

"kill yourse-"

you didn't even get the chance to finish your sentence, as your friend hung up on you. you tossed on the pillow only to pick it up right after because you had nothing else to do. till you heard a high pitched voice call to you from downstairs. when you went you saw a trio of sulking men.. trying to coaxe you into making lemonades. (nct127) at first you declined for the jokes, but as soon as they insisted you rushed to the kitchen. i mean.. you wanted some lemonade too so, why not do good deeds and make your brother's hot friends happy?

your mom initially teached you how to squeeze a lemon, first time you tried it. it ended up with the lemon juice in your eye, fighting for your life on the ground as you held it while screeching. adding the perfect amount of sugar and dividing the juice into four glasses. you put a straw on each. your greedy ass already drunk half of your own. but you still put it on the tray alongside the other three full ones. you went to the living room where for some reason the teenagers were on the floor? offering each of them their assigned glasses. seunghan, was reaching for his. no. he was reaching for one behind it, yours. he drank it with a teasing grin on his face. knowing damn well the two of you experienced an undirect kiss. your brother didn't notice, but eunseok did. he chuckled a little and you gave the two of them the dirtiest look.

1 hour passed and karina came in without even ringing the doorbell to enter your house, and immediately went to your room. where you were found in male clothes, karina pulled hers out of her bag and changed into them. all that was needed now was cologne for the both of you and contouring for masculine features. while waiting for karina to finish touching her look up, you realized that you never once saw your brother wear the hoodie you had on, which you assumer was his. it also had a familiar cologne. although you couldn't pinpoint who's, you didn't really care.

you exited your room alongside your friend, only to end up making eye contact with the one and only seunghan. for the first time today he striked a conversation with an intrigued smirk.

"oh wowww.." he said in a sarcastic voice "you're dressing up as a teenage boy?"

he wasn't even acknowledging karina, so she ended up talking to your brother and their other friend. you finally responded after some agonising silence.

"yeah, i figured it would be fun."

"with my hoodie though?"

"huh?" you said dumbfounded. then the realisation hit you. you were wearing a hoodie he forgot at your house, not too long ago.

he chuckled softly. "it's okay, you look cute in it. i wouldn't mind giving you all of my hoodies, if it meant you'd wear them."

you blushed as he ruffled your hair, you were closest with seunghan out of all of the other friends sohee had. he was easygoing and nice to be around

"oh whatever" you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze back to him. his jawline, his abs showing because of his tank top. you didn't even bother hiding the fact that you were checking him out. i mean, a situationship where you both clearly liked each other without anybody else knowing was fun.

"text me later yeah? i'll probably still be here, i'll come to your room."

you nodded and signalled karina to get going. you felt his lingering gaze on you, the tension between you two thick but not noticeable by the others. (minus eunseok :p)

should this be a oneshot or have a part two idek

#riize #riize seunghan #hong seunghan #seunghan x reader #seunghan imagines #fluff #kpop #kpop scenarios #riize drabbles #riize imagines #brother's best friend #comfort

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inchidentally · 5 months

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(not gonna post the link you sent bc I don't wanna tread on other people's stuff since we're all out here in the tumblr wild to talk about these rich men and their problematic silly sport in any way we want to. I'll reply with my thoughts but remember that they're my own and I am NOT telling someone else how to feel)

okay so fully removing the ship lenses and assuming they're not wishing any hostility towards Oscar or any future teammate of Lando's at McLaren: holy SHIT no. fuckballs NOOOO.

ok from a purely practical/realism standpoint Carlos will not be taking any steps backward. based purely on Ferrari's overall performance and the fact that Charles is a damn good match as a teammate (hi Singapore) Carlos is exactly where he should be for WDC contention. McLaren are out there competing hard with them and with the Mercs but to see them outpacing those cars would be solely down to the youth and combined competitiveness of Lando and Oscar they've invested in - so still no dice for Carlos in the foreseeable. I'm not F1 smart enough to know how likely it would be that he'd go to RBR but even there I'm not sure how he and Max would work together again with Max's dominance and ummmm Carlos' least favorite thing being following team orders to concede to his teammate. followed by what would become Carlos' first least favorite thing which would be to drive Max's car since development only works one way at RBR. and that's all assuming that Lando stays with McLaren and that Oscar chooses to leave. the first being reasonably likely and the second is too soon to tell. then there's the fact that by that point Lando would not be considered McLaren youth anymore and they'd be highly unlikely to bring on someone even older to partner him. ((add to that the fact that Carlos will never be an Alonso and will definitely get married early in his thirties and move on to different types of racing or maybe even a different field in racing)) Lando will be a Lewis and stick with F1 competitively chasing wins and WDCs (especially if he can outlast Max's boredom threshold) and he won't be interested in nostalgia hires unless they can help him with that goal.

but moving on to the more parasocial fandom side of it…

honestly the biggest surprise to me is seeing people think that they were equals ??? during their season together?? Lando was a tiny baby who has talked about how being partnered with Carlos fed his anxieties and insecurities! he saw this seasoned driver learning the car faster than him, knowing the circuits better than him and speaking to the team with more confidence than him. lbr when his "trophy" was Carlos' champagne while Carlos celebrated his podium, Lando did NOT look completely happy being forced into that celebration (and I seem to recall later on him even ruefully saying "it wasn't my celebration but anyway"). Carlos literally saw Lando as a baby brother and treated him as such but he also had no clue what to do with Lando's darker moods besides try to cheer him up (and sometimes fail).

I am someone who likes to keep the streams of real life and rpf totally crystal clear and separate and I also like to keep the reality of who these drivers are free of anything I imagine about them for fantasy. when Carlos isn't winning or at least happy with his result, he isn't remotely a team player (and with a team like Ferrari it's hard to blame him sometimes lol). I guess for some people? it's easy to think that Carlos would become a totally different driver when on a team with Lando from ~the power of love~… but that would also have to hand-wave when he actually was Lando's teammate. (it would also hand-wave that Carlos and Charles are also good friends and much more flirty and lovey dovey but Carlos still fights against Charles like a beast when he's in the car)

this man is in it to win it. if you called him soft for a teammate or said that the foremost reason he gave Lando DRS in Singapore was for Lando's benefit he would laugh in your face. at no point in the incredibly stressful final laps was Carlos going "aw shucks I hope my lil buddy can be up there with me let me rig this to make it happen" bc by that point in a race they are thinking in nothing but driving binary and /how do I cement my win against all the bastards behind me/. Carlos does NOT revolve even a small part of his racing career around Lando or any other driver. he doesn't even regard much of his team's input (again, probably for the best with Ferrari). even when he gets direct help from Charles following Ferrari strategy (see Singapore) I still can't really recall that he was overly effusive in acknowledging that fact. he's modeled himself much more on the F1 generations of more like two generations back. and why shouldn't he? so I do not get how people can still think that drivers - especially Carlos' type - are remotely friendly with anyone when they're on the circuit. sure they might get even more pissed off at a driver they aren't keen on but literally /everyone/ is their enemy and their own result is their one goal. that's literally their job.

and as Lando says himself, no one in F1 including him wants to beat anyone more than their own teammate. again. how do people think that Lando would take this entire career he's worked so incredibly hard for and make it about a guy he golfs with (in groups, folks) and occasionally goes to dinner with (which he also does with Daniel) and talks to during the drivers parade (he also consistently seeks out Max, George and Yuki) but has a thriving professional and social life that has nothing to do with Carlos? yuk|erre, maxie| and ga|ex are out there doing far more shippy type things than car|ando all the damn time but when have they ever let that affect their desire to win or beat each other??

nothing about little unseasoned raw lamb cutlet Lando with hairy alpha Carlos at McLaren at all resembles what their dynamic would be as teammates. and the fact that Lando is really liking this new feeling of being the superior favored driver bodes horribly for how he'd react to Carlos swinging his huge sexy cojones back into McLaren expecting to be the number one again by age and experience. folks should enjoy getting to see them during the drivers parade and out golfing as non teammates bc the adorable content of 2019 would curdle into something grotesque if they now had to do goofy challenges while slowly learning to hate the sight of each other during briefings as they sought to supplant the other in the standings.

in no way on this or any other earthly planes can I be convinced that having them compete on the same team again would be anything other than a trainwreck and result in them not even speaking for the next 10-15 years.

#inchreplies

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kandovany · 4 months

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Help?? I'm kinda having a crisis?

So I'm transgender FtM, and 18. I came out back in 2019 to my parents, they blew me off. I always told them I wasn't comfortable being who I am, since I was 6.

They always berated me.

Well my brother, came out as FtM too. He did it a week after my parents finally acknowledged my transition.

My parents completely blew me off, and congratulated him. My brother has always gotten the good end of the stick, since he's not 'troubled' like me.

He basically used me as a lab rat to test the waters and see if it was safe to come out. Now I wouldn't be pissed, if it wasn't for him telling my parents I'm quote 'Faking it' because I'm not as masculine as him? Gender is a spectrum sweetie.

Not just that, but because he's transgender too, he's convinced my parents that siblings can't be transgender. They can. It can be genetic.

I feel like this is a rat race where we're literally fighting for our parents attention. I fully support his transition. But I don't support the fact he'd throw me under the bus like this, to fend for himself. I barely got anything from our parents, I can't even go to college because they took my college fund. Meanwhile they'll fund his college fund. I'm an adult so I should probably just get over it, but when it comes to the other stuff they've been doing, which I'll discuss soon, we have a problem.

My parents are allowing him to transition. And paying for it out of their own pockets.

My parents told me when I came out (Keep in mind I was just as old as he is now) To basically pay for everything on my own, they're not accepting me, it's just a phase, and I can go live on the streets and be homeless.

I don't fucking know what to do at this point, because nobody in my family fucking accepts me.

To make matters worse, my psychotic Mother, decided to convince my psychiatrist that I'm not mentally stable enough to be in charge of MY own documentation. This means she's been going in, reading my notes, changing where I had my name CHANGED on documents, and accusing me of doing all this ludicrous shit. My mother shouldn't be able to do this considering she has diagnosed Mucheusen. Shouldn't that be a red flag? And I'm a ✨LEGAL FUCKING ADULT✨

Which no shame to people with mental disabilities, I'm just horrified what's going on.

She's made it out that I have schizophrenia and Borderline Personality Disorder. I don't.

But if someone can please give advice, I literally don't fucking know what to do.

I sometimes feel like her mislabeling me is taking away from people who ACTUALLY NEED MENTAL HEALTH and who's parents AREN'T JUST BATSHIT CRAZY. Like I know dozens of others that need this help, not me. I'm scared these labels she puts too, will also label these people badly.

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gkt-tummyaches · 6 months

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rrb + ppnkg halloween

the rowdyruff boys probably grow out of halloween celebrations the fastest. which, of course, feels strange given how they'd behave as children; it'd maybe make more sense for them to be the go-all-out types for the holiday, and they were ! but only briefly.

i think there's a level of disillusion that comes with being in the custody of a genetically modified ape set on villainy and the literal devil Himself. as well as the mild horrorshow that strolls onto the scene every week or so to get pummeled by the powerpuff girls. it's not like the girls, where despite what they face daily, they have a parental figure who can still imbue each experience with a sense of wonder and fulfillment.

in their childhood the boys are terrors. halloween was their holiday - spooks and scares, pranks, trick more than treat, etc. brick being the leader of it all. when things weren't scary enough, he wanted to turn things up a notch - as high as he could, which eventually spiralled into a stressful project that ended in the boys falling out. brick tried to carry the rest out on his own, the plan fell apart, swept under the rug soon after. that halloween was an especially quiet one, as were the years following.

the spark fizzles out. it's not fun anymore, and they had bigger fish to fry after that, anyway. halloween becomes a sordid affair.

brick manages to make the holiday pretty emo. locks himself in his room and broods, reminisces 'the old days' instead of doing the sensible thing and just asking if his brothers want to hang out. 'tourniquet' by evanescence on an old ipod for the nostalgia. moping on his bed.

half the time, there's a fight leading up to hallow's eve that results in boomer and brick falling out. just like any other week, except when boomer storms out the house he can drag butch with him on the excuse of a 'candy run'.

boomer and butch still enjoy halloween in the more laid-back way teens tend to. having never really participated in the 'trick-or-treat' aspect of it as kids means they're usually part of the group who jokingly knock on doors despite the lack of costume, and despite the fact they've obviously grown out of it. sometimes they're lucky and still get a few chuckles - and when especially lucky, they get whatever's left of the sweets bowls.

sometimes there's a fun costume party here or there. sometimes some pranks on the younger trick-or-treaters. it's fine.

the powerpunk girls, on the other hand, probably didn't even really understand what it was for most of their childhood. growing up with oppressor plutonium was more or less the equivalent of being locked in a closet once their usefulness met its quota; it left them very isolated. to a variety of things, but halloween in specific.

and if we're getting into it, halloween was probably either super cutesy or miserable since it's villestown, so maybe it's for the better the ppnkg didn't experience any of it.

brute probably has zero interest in the holiday whatsoever. she's removed enough from the city festivities as it is, there's no greater sign of a halloween grinch than lights out, curtains drawn, abode barren of decor and no sweets bowl left out. given she also lives several stories too high to even see decorations, if brute even had any, it's not like she gets many visitors. that's how she likes it.

brat isn't all that invested in it either, barring 'polite' interest. maybe some cute theme she commissions for her stream during that time of year - cashes in one some halloweeny merch, but nothing more. maybe if she'd been introduced to it when she was younger, halloween could've held more of her investment - stealing sweets from children is, after all, a good passtime.

that being said, berserk's usually around. she's not a child anymore, but the effect is the same.

because, y'know, berserk is crazy for halloween. only for the candy. doesn't understand any of the superstitions, or the story behind the holiday. doesn't understand the costumes or the tricks or the parties. the pumpkins are especially weird.

,,, so she's a bit of a scaredy-cat. berserk acts enough like a child that she can get away with running door to door with an expectant pillow case ready to be filled with sweets - and in that childlike nature, also jumps at her own shadow if there's a well-timed witch cackle from somebody's speakers.

her bravado won't let her act like too much of a whimp, though. she tends to do better in a pair even if it restricts just how hard she can haggle an old lady for her king-sized snickers bars.

as she gets more accustomed to the holiday, berserk is able to work up the courage to go to a party or two. the costumes are still a little freaky, though.

#powerpunk brute #powerpunk brat #powerpunk berserk #powerpunk girls #rowdyruff boys #rowdyruff butch #rowdyruff brick #rowdyruff boomer #halloween 🎃#headcanons #hcs

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bluberimufim · 5 months

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"What is your OC's pain tolerance like?" And "What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?"

You didn't specify an OC so I'm just gonna spin the character wheel since I've been doing that a lot lately

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

Oooh, this one's kinda fun!

In short? Inhuman. Jane probably has the most ridiculous pain tolerance known to man.

Apart from the "half-human-half-god except the god part is a whole lot stronger", she was also raised by the Goddess of Time, who tried to make her into a perfect warrior for almost 20 years. She's done almost nothing but train her entire life (she never ate or slept before coming to the Mortal Plane because that's just not a Thing in the Garden). She is, in short, the most perfect soldier ever created.

(Highly specific reference, but you know how in Once Upon A Time (In Space), King Cole specifically built the Rose Reds to feel pain and fear so that they could become better soldiers by overcoming them? Yeah, like that.)

Jane is built to be Theo But Better. She is literally made from a copy or echo of her soul. And towards the end of her life, Theo was in constant pain due to excessive healing and she still kept fighting and acting mostly normally. (I'll post a snippet about that when I write it, I haven't gotten there yet.)

The Goddess of Time also fucked around when she made the souls the Theo clones (Jane is the only one who was stable enough to survive because she basically malfunctioned) by giving them self-regenerating souls. This means that Jane's soul self-replenishes instead of withering away like her sisters', which can cause her to overload when she doesn't use magic for a while. Basically: it's like a closed container to which you constantly add air, with no holes for it to escape through. At some point, the container is gonna explode under all the air pressure. And that's what her body is like.

The only moments she gets overwhelmed by pain are when her soul gets too full, and it causes her to get extremely aggressive, more as a reflex because the only way she learned to use magic was through violence and magic can decrease the "volume" of your soul.

Wow, that was longer than expected...

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Ooooh boy. The wheel has served me well.

For this one, you need context on Reiner and Allana, the two people who make up the whole that is Flick. They got soul-fused and it's weird.

Allana is a daughter of the Goddess of Love born during the 20-year cease-fire. And during this cease-fire, Edward Fallin, Master of the Order (Theo's brother? remember him?), is sending his men to kill any demigoddess he can find so the war doesn't re-start.

Well, the first one he manages to kill, two decades into the cease-fire, is Allana (the demigoddesses are slippery, ok?). The Goddess of Love is kinda bummed out about this. She's not mourning like the Goddess of Time mourned for Theo, but she thinks it would be funny if she did. So, for pure entertainment, she decides to get revenge on her sister's pet human (Edward) by cursing one of his children. Because it is a known fact to anyone with eyes that Ed loves his kids more than anything in the world and he's preventing the war mostly because he wants them to live in a time of peace.

Stay with me.

His youngest son is named Reiner (hey look, he finally showed up!) and she decides to fuse the remains of Allana's soul with his, binding them together with a curse. This results in some identity issues, body dysphoria, and general confusion. But that's not all!

The curse binding their souls together is a love curse, meaning that anyone, if exposed to Reiner for too long, will fall in love with him (we're going with the name Reiner for now because they only pick "Flick" a while later). Sometimes this love is platonic and sometimes romantic, but it's extremely intense and always borders on obsession.

"But, Muffin," you ask. "What does this curse have to do with Edward? Wasn't this a revenge against him?"

Yes, and I think you can probably see where this is going.

This curse extends to Reiner's father, Edward. He's the main target actually. There's a whole lengthy analysis about this situation, but basically: the effect of the curse is the most horrible, disgusting twist of a parent's love for their child.

And Reiner knows his father is affected by it, despite him never actually doing anything. He can recognize the look in his eyes and the emotion in his voice because he's seen and heard it so many times before. The curse can't be turned off, it's divine magic. And knowing that even his father, whom he loves dearly and who has taken care of him his whole life, is also a victim of the curse's influence is what makes him run away and try to rip his own soul apart, in the hopes that the curse will be ripped from him as well. And that's where we meet him at the start of book 2.

So, uh... that one felt a bit dark...

Actually, this has plot relevance, so I'm using the tag list: @little-mouse-gardens @wildswrites

#god i digressed so hard into Edward's life #i ended up answering for Flick AND him #tbh i'm kinda unsure of this particular plot point #just bc i feel like it can be branched out in ways that haven't occurred to me yet and it's driving me insane #yes i do take constructive criticism on this one but pls be nice #i like the way it is right now actually but it feels incomplete or smth #needs development #i'm also kinda self conscious about it bc i always get like that with darker themes #anywayyyy #onto the tags #writeblr #writing #my wips #devourer of souls wip #asks #ask game

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writerfae · 4 months

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Another long ask!

How am I just now getting to Bendegúz when he's literally the secondary protagonist next to Adél? Shame on me!

Also an important world building thing I forgot to mention: you know how Endre can summon angel wings on his back? While ordinary people don't have magic they do have mechanical wings (except the kids (under 13) who have practice ones that can't fly high). They kinda look like backpacks.

So, Bendegúz (15) is the son of the capitan of the guard and Adél's best friend! They have known echother since they were babies! They spend every day together. (And their friendship is one of my favorite things)

Bendegúz is goofy, mischievous and brave (bold, reckless... same thing).

He wants to be a guard when he grows up, like his parents, and he is THE thing that keeps Adél, Ákos and himself alive in the swamp because he is the only one who knows anything about fighting or survival! Morons! I love them!

He's main weapon is a blue spear.

He was injured as a baby so he has a limp.

And, now there are things in his backstory that I don't want to go into just yet (I am sure you understand). What I will say is this: part of his character arc revolves around the fact that the other characters all see him as famiy, and they all thought it was so obvious that noone thought to tell him that! And for a whlie that was fine. He was happy to be their friend and only occasionally sulked about the fact that he wasn't family. When Ákos dissappeared though he completely neglected his own grief, always saying: I'm fine. He wasn't MY brother! I'm just worried about everyone else!

The others, particularly Adél know that something's up, but you can't really get Bendegúz to tell you what's wrong unless he wants to.

This of course ends with a scene in the middle of the book, where he's crying and Adél tells him: We're gonna rescue OUR little brother!

I want to get it across that Bendegúz is pretty happy with his life. There's not really secret pain hidden behind his jokes (or when there is it's really obvious)

Let me talk about him and Adél!

Their friendship is great for a couple of reasons.

1. There's the fact that they're opposites Adél being the girl, who's afraid of everything, and Bendegúz the boy who's afraid of nothing.

2. Bendegúz will talk about his problems but not right away. He usually keeps in what's bothering him, until he feels like telling. But in the meantime while he's stewing in his bad feelings, Adél's constant, unprompted reassurances feel really nice.

On the flip-side Bendegúz is the only one who can get Adél out of her shell even when she's terrified of doing a thing, because they sometimes know echother better than they know themselves. And Adél knows that if Bendegúz sees that a situation really is too much for her he will pull the plug immediately no matter how much he was enjoying it.

3. (My favorite) They are just always hanging out. Like, nothing special, but they're just always together doing suff. A common sight in the castle garden is Bendegúz beating up a training dummy, while Adél sits close by, knitting.

Also, this man low key has beef with Ákos' pet goat.

I think him and Hela would get along well. Their first meeting is this:

Hela: Cool spear

Bendegúz: Cool dagger

Hela: So...

Bendegúz: So... Want me to fly you up, spin you really fast and see how far I can throw you?

Hela: I thought you'd never ask!

Adél and Talon running after them: Why are you like this?!

Also, I feel like Talon would be the target of so many pranks. Bendegúz just looks at him, and he's like: That guy needs to learn what the word "fun" means.

Bendegúz sounds awesome, I bet he’s pretty cool. Halea would befriend him instantly. They would cause so much chaos xD

Also on mechanical wings sound like the coolest thing ever! So does his blue spear!

I do love a good friendship. And it’s nice to hear that Adél has a good friend like him, one that takes care of her and balance her out a bit. And the other way around, too.

I love when characters are friends that like to hang out and help each other and treat each other like family!

Poor boy though, why can’t he see that they all consider him family? That they all love him? 😭 I hope he’ll realize it one day with Adél’s help.

He seems like a lovely character. Being a bit reckless never hurt anybody and if it helps him to get Ákos and Adél out of the swamp that’s even better!

I desperately want to know now how exactly Bendegúz ended up having beef with a goat though xD

Thanks for sharing this with me! I really do adore your characters, they all are great!!

#writer speaks #writeblr

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nerdy-stilinski · 1 year

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Movie Meme 🎥

Post 7 comfort movies and tag 7 people

I was tagged by @milkcryptid (thank you love <3)

Pacific Rim: i am unfortunately SO annoying about this movie but like. what's not to love. giant robots piloted by people to fight the giant sea monsters? oh and by the way the pilots have an inimitable soul-bond that can be platonic or romantic? and the score FUCKS? amazing. 13/10 this movie changed my brain chemistry when i saw it in theaters at 11

Lilo and Stitch: this was my favorite movie as a kid and just HEARING the soundtrack literally relaxes me. hawaiian rollercoaster ride is like xanax to my brain. this is also why i have a found family problem these days (i cry every time i watch this movie don't look at me)

Undrafted: this is a new addition to the comfort movie collection for two reasons: tyler hoechlin in a baseball uniform and the fact that this movie is shockingly wholesome? idk sometimes it's nice to watch a movie literally about one singular baseball game that you know the outcome of. tickles my brain

Top Gun: MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME. ARGUABLY THE BEST 80s MOVIE. i want the top gun theme to be what i walk down the aisle to. the acting is horrible in this movie. the plot questionable. but i can name every pilot and rio in this film by call sign and name. take my breath away by berlin evokes an emotion in me i cannot describe. i still cry when goose dies. tearing up thinking about "he loved flying with you mav." when i die put this movie on my grave.

The Lost Boys: watched this movie for the first time with my mom when i was 16 at 3 am because we both have insomnia. my second contender for best 80s movie of all time because it really has everything you could want in a vampire movie. my mom got a husky and named it nanook because of this movie. it is so nostalgic and literally perfect in every way

Captain America: The Winter Soldier: i can quote the entirety of this movie. i had a bucky barnes phase and a steve rogers phase that haven't ended because of this movie. three words: the stealth suit. fr tho this is the best marvel movie and the only argument i'll take is thor: ragnarok. my brother and i watch this movie together sometimes still when we're having a bad day

Miracle: LISTEN i love hockey so fucking much it should surprise nobody that this is a comfort movie for me. i know the US beats the USSR in 1980 and i knew it before i watched this movie the first time and i STILL cried about it. so good. probably propaganda and i don't care it's perfect

if you'd like :) - @stilinskiderek @missanniewhimsy @elisela @faiataka @rosieposiepuddingnpie @geekmom13 @renmackree

#tag game #movie meme tag #i too am avoiding studying for my russian final #i do not want to be Schooling rn #i am not normal about a single one of these films

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wkandaforever · 1 year

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but now for my actual question: what do you think about the notion that all of namor’s interactions with shuri were planned/strategic and there wasn’t really anything special with their dynamic? also, if nakia’s infiltration went differently or didn’t happen at all, do you think namor and shuri would have been able to come to a consensus over riri? what would a talokan and wakanda partnership even look like?

for the record i also love how interested you are in talokan because same!!! what i would do for someone to write something centered on them and their day to day lives, what politics look down there, their military, their technology, and so forth.

oh god. oh my god. be steady my heart. okay i will try to organise my thoughts and attempt to answer this coherently

honestly, i don't disagree with you about namor's interactions being strategic/planned. i think being vulnerable with shuri was his strategy. even if you don't see their interactions as romantic, i still think they are literal mirror images of each other, and that fact in and of itself makes their dynamic so interesting and complex

you see, namor's primary motive is the protection of his people. he was living peacefully and quietly with his kingdom all these years, and only revealed himself when his people were under attack, because their resources were exposed. now namor is the kind of king who'll do anything to save his people, be it expose themselves to the surface people, attack and kill the surface people, or even form an alliance with the most powerful nation on the planet to defend his people and resources from the surface people

now there were so many ways he could've gone about forming the alliance. why kidnap shuri? why introduce her very closely to the people he's trying to protect, putting their safety on the line? why not take the easy route and form an alliance with queen ramonda, the current ruler of wakanda, when she literally comes to him personally, and alone, and asks him what he would like in return for her daughter? why does he reply with "nothing"? why lose that perfect opportunity? why go through so much hard work to get shuri, and only shuri, on his side? i think it's because he recognises something in her that all this time he only saw in himself. i think he feels a spiritual connection to her right there on the beach (which parallels so well with the whole science v/s tradition/spirituality theme going on in this movie) that allows him to trust her and open up to her later on. sure, maybe he planned the whole thing, he's a really smart guy after all, didn't manage to stay hidden for half a millennium if he wasn't a planner. but the fact that he chose to plan it this way...

with regards to nakia's infiltration... see the whole situation was so tragic. it's just one tragedy after another. i can't say namor is wrong for wanting an alliance to protect his kingdom and is doing everything he can to get it, and wages war when he fails to protect one of his people. i can't say queen ramonda is wrong for wanting her kidnapped daughter back when she's already lost so much. i can't say okoye was wrong for wanting to help shuri get outta her lab and and distract herself from her brother's loss, but lost shuri in the process. i can't even say shuri was wrong for not building the synthetic heart-shaped herb on time to save her brother. but they all blame themselves don't they? sometimes in life we try so hard, give our everything, but it's just not good enough. we're not good enough. but there are external forces at play, a grander plan that we aren't even aware of. we just have to try our best and trust the process. namor had to trust shuri, to give shuri his mother's bracelet, and shuri had to keep trying after countless failures to learn that the key to her becoming black panther is that very gift given to her through so much trust, and she had to fight namor to learn what it feels like for your vengeance to consume you, and then to give it up. i think all of this, the grief the loss the pain, it was all meant to happen, in one way or another, because the challenges they faced made them who they are. if things went differently... i still think they'd be tragic but in a different way. i don't think easy resolutions exist to complex problems

and to your last question "what would a talokan and partnership even look like?" yeah. wow. i don't know. i would like to know, though. both nations protect their land and their people fiercely. queen ramonda challenges the UN when they're under attack at the beginning of the movie, declaring that just because they don't attack first, doesn't mean that they aren't capable. that if they're provoked or threatened again, it would mean war. and we all know who would win if wakanda launches war against the world. i think namor's beliefs about his land and people are very similar. and alliance between wakanda and talokan, the two most powerful nations in the world? france and america would be quaking in their seats just Thinking about it. and shuri has offered an alliance to namor, technically they are on the same side now. i'm excited to see what they're capable of together

#wakanda forever #black panther 2 #wakanda forever spoilers #bpwf spoilers #comradekarin #shiny message ✨️#thank you for this!!!!#this gave me so much to think about wwoooowww #im sorry its so long i just!!! have so much to say #and yes omg i cant write for shit but if you find any talokan fics!!!!#pls send them my way!!!! <3333 #i would rlly appreciate it!!!!

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Hiiiiii 😁💫 guess this is my official introduction because why not. I've been discovered 🤭 can't out ghost the original ghost. But i wasn't VEERY subtle and maybe you're just smart.

I screamed when you followed me. That was fun, the anticipation from the last ask I sent when you mentioned you had a hunch. I was just counting down the seconds lol. I actually did forget most of what I wanted to say so I'll just say it later whenever it comes back to me.

You're truly an amazing writer btw. I say this in almost every ask and I mean it every time, but you can never really hear it enough so I'll continue 🙏🏻 It kinda amazes me that you (people in general, myself included) have lives outside of writing and social media (well like duh), but the fact those lives are sometimes─ often quite hectic and challenging, yet despite literally not having time there'll always be time for writing? And the amount of fucking creativity that comes thro in people's fics has me wanting to pursue world domination in the name of writers and readers. I know it's said literally all the time but the ✨magic💫, life, emotion, and what all that envelopes a person when they're in touch with this part of themselves.. and they find a love and passion for either writing, reading or both, it's a literal safe haven. Personally, maybe for others as well, but it just invokes this kind of attitude in us that's unrivaled and unmatched. Reality is a bitch and being a dreamer is a coping mechanism. It's also just pure unrestricted love and joy, you don't need a reason to read or to write, you just feel the urge and you act upon it. I've had many instances where I dropped reading/writing for months, years, then found myself coming back? I thought I was done! This is actually a rebooted account. Anyways. Trials, obstacles, challenges, it's all been a part of my growth. And through them I found pieces of myself.

I mean I literally just got back into the call of duty Fandom?? a month ago, but I've been playing mobile for a couple of years, watched my brother and father play it most of my life, and weirdly found myself here now at 19 simping fawning over ghost. how'd that even happen. not questioning it just curious. That's how I stumbled across your fics, and it instantly clicked. I mean, your writing is enjoyable, the plot is interesting and alluring, it's well written, you have a way with words and expressing the emotions thro those words, and to add─ the way you've characterized ghost is just attractive and also so real. I don't mean as in cannon compliant real? (is that the word?) But like, he feels real. They both feel real. Their personalities, back stories and pasts feel real. It's in the small habits. It's just the normal things but you capture them. It's art. Your mind is art.

Now you, myself, and others would argue that ahh it's not that great─ we're not that great. Well, nothing's ever perfect and we'll never ever reach that level of satisfaction with ourselves or our works, but I'd argue we're always learning and always improving. So you can be proud of yourself for getting atleast 50 words written and put together all while fighting thro life aka adulting aka working ect. Your fics make me happy. So fucking happy. It's just a feeling that can't be described but it's real and it's definitely there!! And manh, I appreciate you for it because we all need that little something that carries us through. You helped my love for writing grow within a split second (maybe a few days? XD ) and it's just wild because fuck- I feel so ready to learn more.. Be more. And Idk how this exactly correlates to me as a person and wanting to be more and make something more of my days? But I guess that's just how it works, writing and reading and losing your mind to fiction and fantasies.

I know I rambled A LOT. And a small part of me is like what the actual fuck😅 but I'm sending this because I feel like you're a person who won't shut someone down. A few too many blogs have this weird intimidation and cold front that's lowkey scary. I'm not complaining just saying.. Everyone's different and I don't expect everyone to be all sunshines and warm energy.

But never mind that. Take your time responding! I know it's a lot to take in. I did say (warn) I talk alot. I hope this makes you smile and feel some ounce of pride in yourself because you deserve it 💫

AHHHHHHHHHH;alkjdsfkl sdfkl

HELLO LOVELY yes yes yes i like, was super tempted to dm but i'm like...... what if i'm wrong and i just harass some poor soul? i can be smart sometimes >:3

I'm writing this yet again on my lunch break but I actually saw your ask this morning and i read the whole thing and i just can't wait any longer, but it's gonna be shorter than i would have liked lmao asdk;fj but first off, thank you thank you thank you so much for being just such a kind and loving soul??? like what the fuck??? you have so much love and joy and passion in almost every single thing you say and it literally makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like you're bewitching me???? i'm so glad that you did get back into writing because honestly this hellsite is brighter for it

and AHH thank you i wanted to try and write ghost and reader/spook as more than just like... ya know? especially simon, i did not want to just water him down to his trauma and him being big mean military man (which isn't even how he is in the games but whatever). i'm so glad that this stupid game (and extremely hot men) brought us together a;lkdsjf

but i'm so glad that i could help you with getting back into writing! i also took a break for YEARS. i used to write all the time as a kid and just got back into it a few months ago as well (also a new account lmfao). i'm also totally here if you ever want to talk more! my dms are always open, and i love just chatting about random ass shit a;lkdsjf and I never try and shut anyone down who's passionate about something ): like being mysterious and cool is neat and all, but i wanna spread more warmth than that ))))):

but once again AHHH i hope you have a lovely day our sweet book anon :P i can't express enough how much fun I've had over this last little bit with your asks and whatnot <3 you seem like a genuinely passionate and fun person and i just as;ldkfjdsf

#core responds #📖 anon #but unmasked hehe #also i think i'll die for you #in a heartbeat #like actually #i have to go back to work now wish me luck

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thesquidkid · 2 years

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tell the world i'm coming home

the sequel to feels like we're going home, but with this time an introspection on Alex. This too was written in a single sitting, but at least it was a decent hour and not midnight. I wanted to get this out before 4x02, so I can write more about Malex and home starting tomorrow.

Considering this is a look into Alex's mind, please beware the mentions of child abuse and everything related to military.

Enjoy! 😁 (Read it on A03)

Home: what Alex and Michael are building together.

When Alex got home, Michael was in the shower. With a smile on his face at the idea of his boyfriend making himself at home, Alex made his way to the living room, looking forward to sitting down and taking the weight off his leg.

What he surely did not expect, however, was to find an open dictionary on the living room table, sitting right next to a little alien keyring. Curious, he bent over it, reading the page it was opened on. His breath got caught in his throat as he read what Michael had scribbled.

The definition of Home had been crossed out with a permanent pen, replaced with an annotation in the margin. It was both the meaning, the new definition, and the fact that it was not done with a pencil, that made Alex tear up.

Home: what Alex and Michael are building together.

The annotation was followed by a little heart, a bit slanted and crooked, like Michael had doubted himself halfway through, but still went with it.

Alex sat down at a chair, his eyes never leaving the dictionary. His fingers traced the words once more, just to make sure they were real. And yet. Sometimes it still felt like a dream.

Alex knew, logically, that his life with Michael was very much real. But years of trauma, of never truly feeling safe, only living in a house and not a home, didn’t go away just like that.

Oh, how he wished it would. How he wished to wake up one day, and not have any nightmares, not to feel his father’s gaze on him, his voice in his head. Not to be suddenly teleported back to the Middle East every time a door slammed too loud. But that was not the reality he lived in.

Home.

As a kid, Alex had a home. Both in the literal sense, a place where he lived, with his family. But also in the more figurative sense, a place where he was safe, where he was loved.

Like most things in Alex’s life, it didn’t last long.

His mother left. His father beat him. His brothers ignored him.

He still had a safe place, but he never referred to his house as a home after that. A home had a sense of protection, of love, of peace that Alex never really got. Except in the shed.

But once again, it didn’t last.

Home.

People often asked Alex where ‘home’ was. He always answered “Roswell”, and while people assumed he meant his childhood house, he never contradicted them. How could he explain to them that he never truly felt as much as home as he did in the arms of Michael Guerin.

That for so long he had assimilated home with disappointment, abandonment, and pain. That the place he was supposed to feel safe in was his worst nightmare.

Home.

As a kid, he loved having sleepovers at Maria or Liz’s place. He didn’t feel quite at home, but it gave him hope that one day, he would. Seeing Mimi and Arturo as loving parents should’ve hurt, make him dream of something he would never have. And sometimes it did. But mostly, he felt loved, wanted. That one day, he too would fight all odds and build himself a home, a family.

Which was what he was currently doing, with Michael. The love of his life. The man he was going to share his home with for the rest of his life.

Michael, who carried a key around wherever he went, even if he didn’t need it, as a metaphor for the life they were building. For the trust, and the communication, and all the effort they were doing to be better.

Michael, who left him the most beautiful and heartwarming love notes, in the form of a scribble on a dictionary.

“Hey,” said the aforementioned downright perfect boyfriend, as he walked into the living room, wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping from the shower.

Alex turned his head to him, admiring the view that he would never get tired of, and smiled at him. He momentarily forgot that he had just been lost in his thoughts, on the verge of tears. The thought of Michael often had that effect on him, making him forget about all the bad, and the ugly, and only focus on the good.

Alex was soon brought back to reality, as Michael's cheerful smile dropped instantly after seeing Alex’s red eyes. He reached the table in two long strides, crouching down so he could be at the same level as Alex.

Slowly, never breaking eye contact, like he was asking for permission and waiting for Alex to give him the green light with a nod, Michael brought his hands to hold Alex’s cheeks, wiping the tears that were starting to fall.

“Hey,” he repeated, as a whisper this time, as if speaking louder would break Alex. In all fairness, it was very likely to happen. Once the tears started falling, they didn’t stop.

Alex broke eye contact for a brief moment, looking furtively at the dictionary, which didn’t go unnoticed by Michael.

“Oh,” he exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumbs, still smiling softly. “It was a stupid thing, if you wanna repla–”

He was interrupted by Alex kissing him. It was a very wet and salty kiss, but neither really minded. They had done dirtier things after all.

“It’s not stupid,” Alex said with a snif as he broke away. “It all but stupid. I think it’s sweet.” He spoke as softly as Michael did, barely higher than a whisper.

Michael placed his forehead against Alex’s his, his palms still on his cheeks, his fingers intertwining in Alex’s hair. “I thought the definition was more appropriate.”

Alex hummed. “I love it.” He moved his hands up Michael’s bare arms and shoulders, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Michael replied, leaning in for a kiss.

Alex’s plan of getting the weight off his leg was fulfilled, with Michael wrapping his arms around his legs and back, using his telekinesis to carry him into their bedroom. His plan of resting before dinner, however, completely flew out the window as soon as Michael’s towel dropped to the floor as he was standing up.

But Alex didn’t care. Because he was home. He was in his favourite place across all galaxies: Michael’s arms.

—

Home.

Alex would argue that he was not, by nature, a competitive person. Growing up with three older brothers, everything had to be a competition: who was the fastest, who got the best grades, who could hold the plank the longest. Typical Manes family upbringing.

In the air force, he climbed the ranks, doing as he was told, making sure the men who served under him were safe, and got medals for it. Others would probably do it to be the best; Alex just wanted to be the kind of guy who won battles.

Some might say it was all the same thing, but Alex disagreed. He didn’t do it to be the best, didn’t do it to shadow his brothers, or even his father. No, he did it because he wanted to win. Wanted to show the world that he was worthy. Of what, well, his therapist had many theories.

The thing that made Alex confident in saying he wasn’t competitive, by nature, was that he was quite content with being in the shadows. His entire job now consisted of top secret stuff no one could really know about.

One thing, however, that Alex could admit he was competitive about, was Michael. And more particularly, the cheesy lines that Michael would say to him.

He knew that competition in a relationship could quickly end up not being healthy; and it once had been their case. He did sing about “not keeping score” anymore.

However, not keeping score applied to the mess between them, the hurt and pain that had been present for a decade. Not the romantic little gestures.

Like the flawless, emotionally wrenching love letter in a dictionary.

So Alex decided, he needed – wanted – to do something equally as sweet and perfect as Michael’s redefinition of home. He simply needed to find the right time.

—

The right time came about two weeks after Michael wrote in the dictionary. The dictionary was back in the bookshelf, and one day, Alex knew he was going to open it again, and rewrite a certain definition. But that day was not today.

They still had time. Well, granted, life had thrown quite a lot of traumatic, relationship-breaking situations their way. But they came out of it all, stronger than ever. And they had agreed that they would go slow this time, enjoy all the first, and the seconds, and the thirds, before rushing into things.

They didn’t want a repeat of last time. Of the last decade.

So Alex decided to leave the dictionary alone, for a little while. But he still wanted to express his love to Michael, in a small gesture, that some might consider meaningless.

It wouldn’t be meaningless to them. It would mean everything. It would mean that they did it, that Alex was truly living his ideal life.

At first, he had thought of the gazebo. Of the ideal Roswell he had built with his mother. He didn’t want to live in a fantasy anymore. No, he wanted to live with Michael in the real Roswell.

Home.

Whatever he did, he kept thinking back to that simple word. When he was working, when he was shopping, when he was driving, when he was seeing his friends.

At work, he thought about finishing the day and going home.

At the grocery store, he thought of his shopping list, for his fridge and pantry, in his home.

When he was driving, he thought of driving home, even if he had just left the driveway mere seconds earlier.

And when he was seeing his friends, he thought about where he had just come from, or where he would be going afterwards. Home.

That’s when he got the idea. It didn’t feel like much, not at first. But eventually, after thinking about it, he realised. It was probably one of the biggest, and more public things he could do.

Well, other than a public proposal at the gazebo, but that definitely didn’t feel like them.

So he settled on his idea, and let time do its magic.

—

Michael was unaware of Alex’s plan, or if he was, he was a better liar than Alex thought. Which, judging by how well he was starting to know Michael, he strongly doubted.

And Alex needed Michael to be unaware, unsuspecting. It would only make the moment where he found out more magical. Because where Michael was spontaneous, Alex was calculative. He liked to make plans, and to see those plans through. Because when everything panned out, when everything worked out just as planned, Alex was proud, and happy.

(And if things went off rails, he got sad and disappointed, but he was working with his therapist on that.)

Alex’s plan was now in motion, and seeing it all unfold without Michael being even slightly aware, it was a glorious moment.

It started with the Evanses. He was having brunch with Isobel, which was now a habit they had, when Ann Evans had showed up, with her husband. They were both overly polite to Alex, thanking him for his service. He made conversation with them, as he had been trained with the years of military events, when Ann made a comment about succulents.

Alex knew that the comment wasn’t made to him, obviously not. Something about men and taking care of plants, especially succulents. Which, he couldn’t really disagree with considering the longest plant he’d kept had been a plastic one. But still, he was starting to know a thing or two about succulents.

“You need to rotate them once in a while.” he said, continuing to eat his egg on toast. He saw everyone turn their heads to him, so he continued.

“And you shouldn’t use a spray to water them. It’s best to let them soak in water until the top of the soil is moist.”

He saw Isobel smile at him, in that way that made him think she knew more than she let on. Alex knew what she wasn’t saying, just like him, the only knowledge she had on plants came from Michael who came over once a week to lecture her on plants.

But neither Ann nor Dave Evans knew that.

“Do you have plants, Alex?” asked Dave, in a polite tone of voice.

Alex nodded, “Yeah, my boyfriend redecorated our home, it’s quite green now. And there’s a few succulents here and there.”

If Ann or Dave had anything to say about the word boyfriend, they kept quiet. However, Ann had a few more questions about plants that, sadly, Alex couldn’t answer.

“You should really ask Michael,” he interrupted, smiling politely at her, “He’s really the one who takes care of all the plants.” He looked at his watch, then back at Isobel.

“Speaking of which, I told Michael I’d be home soon, so,” he stood up and went to hug Isobel, “I guess I’ll see around?”

“Sure thing, tell Michael I say hi.” He hugged him back and whispered ‘I’m proud of you guys’ in his ear. He cleared his throat, and went to his car.

And so it had begun.

Over the next few days, every opportunity he could, he would mention Michael and the fact that he was his boyfriend, or the fact that they shared a home. It wasn’t easy, to let go of the years of shame and internalised homophobia, but it felt good.

He wasn’t yet shouting it from the rooftops, but still. He said it to the people he knew wouldn’t attack them. Even if no one in their right minds would go after an air force captain, some people clearly lacked neurons.

And Michael eventually noticed. He received messages from Ann Evans asking about succulents, which was a first on many different levels. But the thing he noticed the most, was Alex gradually being more free. They held hands more, they were sitting even more close to each other and the Crashdown or at the Wild Pony.

People were acting differently around him too. Clients came to the junkyard and made a few comments about settled life. He didn't think much of it at first, but eventually it clicked. Or, more accurately, he overheard Alex talking about him.

It wasn't what it once had been. The pride in Alex's voice when he said the word boyfriend was palpable. The fear and anxiety about others finding out was slowly but surely leaving Alex alone, and Michael couldn't be prouder and happier.

Because he too wanted nothing more than to shout it from the rooftops. But he had understood where Alex was coming from, so he hadn't pushed; he had his own mess too after all. Now, however, they were both growing, creating the safe place they never got as kids, but desperately craved.

And Alex had been the first one to announce it to the world.

Home.

He wasn’t shouting it from the rooftop, but he was telling the world, bit by bit.

Alex Manes had fought in three wars, climbed the ranks to become captain, had received many medals including a Purple Heart. He’d even lost his leg in doing so.

Alex Manes was a war hero. The son, grandson, great-grandson, and brother to many other war heroes. He was a damn good soldier, and an even better hacker.

Alex Manes is a boyfriend, and he lives with the man of his dreams, in the home that they are building together. He is a friend, a brother, and still a soldier and one of the best hackers. And definitely not a son.

Alex Manes will one day be a husband, and maybe a father. He will still be a friend and a brother, but maybe not so much a soldier.

Most importantly, Alex Manes has come home. And he wants to tell the whole universe.

#i love them so much #and they officially live together!!!!!#roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #michael guerin #alex manes #malex #malex fic #thesquidkid writes

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mayorofclowntown · 11 months

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Multiposting COD and ROTTMNT- you're getting a self insert Rise!Sona.

IRL I go by Donnie (but since there's already a Donnie, and I don't wanna Donnie x2 in this bitch) we're Max-ing it up in this bitch.

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HEADCANON WITH THE BROTHERS + APRIL (AND CASEY JONES)

April and Max are classmates! But don't officially have a full conversation until Homecoming. And by full conversation, I mean Max and April (and Dale, but wtv) walking into the party and looking at each other everytime someone said something weird [because they were all hypnotizedCOUGH].

This is where, of course, Max meets Leo and Raph- oh, but we're not their yet.

After Homecoming, Max kept talking to April (which shocked her, bc she's the bearer of the 'being seen as weird' curse). As it turns out, Max is ALSO a bearer of 'being seen as weird' curse. I mean, no one in this world is normal- but April can pride herself in having at least ONE human friend. They usually meet up to hang out, Max helping April find a job because she's very unlucky, the two doing homework, talking about everything they can under the sun.

Eventually, April brought Max to see the brothers! "The blue and red one?" "AND the purple and orange one." "there's more??"

Leo is the first to meet Max, quite literally. And the first one to talk to Max at homecoming. Which, the only thing he said, jokingly, was "April, who's this dude pitying you?"

The second time he sees Max, he is immediately like, attached to him. "April told us about you," "She did?" "Yeah- You sound like a major nerd, but como teatro dramático, you've won a good place in my heart." and will forever relish in the fact he can make only Max laugh (because no one else thinks he's funny and Max laughs at everything).

Casually, when Max is over or when Leo isn't out doing ninja stuff, Max will lay on the floor, doing whatever he does on his phone. Leo will lay ontop of him, on his phone (sometimes Mikey will lay on Leo). It's comfortable.

Leo and Max will match energies. Like all the time. Max does it with everyone, but Leo will like, dramatize it. Like a lot. Max will do it back, even more dramatic. It's annoying.

Raph, again, has already met Max. But the second time he met Max he game him a big bear hug while saying, "Glad to see you haven't crumbled after the hypno situation! Not that I expected you to- Just was worried-"

Raph would be careful with Max (because boundaries) but will let Max climb around him, ontop of his shoulders, and will hold him there. The pinnacle of "Why is Max on Ralph's shoulders?" "He likes feeling tall."

Because Max joins the Mad Dogs late, he doesn't have an official weapon (he fights with his fists 💪💪💪 he sucks at fighting) so he runs to hide behind Raph, because he's bigger and stronger.

Max will gift him little knick knacks of an assortment of things or stuffed animals. Raph will always take them and uses that as a way to decorate his room :)

Mikey met Max when April brought him over. Mikey was painting and the first thing he heard was "-paints a lot. You alright with the mess?" "no, yeah. I don't paint often, but I like watching people paint." Mikey turned to look Max. "Are you Max? [Max nods] Come here and paint with me."

Mikey and Max, being creative losers, will sit in a room and create designs for things to draw- Mikey dives more into realism while Max only focuses on character designing. Mikey does as well but mainly because it's fun.

Max crochets when stressed but does it as a side hobby, and will bring over the kit to crochet with him. Mikey enjoys doing it.

Oh boy.

Donnie didn't meet Max first, he was met last. Not because he wasn't available (technically), he was just.... Busy.... With creating things;

"Donnie, met my friend." "hi hello get out of my lab." "Donnie." Donnie glanced up, goggles on and everything. "Oh, you actually have a friend..." "hi, I'm Max."

Max and Donnie are... Very similar. Not the same, no one is the same, but they share similar quirks:

Stimming, little quirks, and... No control of volume. Also sensitive hearing until they put the music on. Take interest in obscure things- technology and silly creatures.

Donnie talks, Max listens, that's the dynamic. "Why do you let him talk?" "because I like listening to people explain things, like tech stuff. :)"

Once Donnie asked him about something, like "Is Clown College an actual thing?" jokingly, because he saw a meme, but that triggered a huge info dump ramble from Max. Like something that he didn't expect but Donnie sure as hell listened.

So did Leo. But because he didn't want to walk away.

Casey Jones II. Obviously met him during the invasion, Casey was intimidated by him rather than Max being intimidated by him. When asked, when they weren't dying, Casey said that it's because "you were taller in the future, and you're still very intimidating here- you were a very competitive fighter." "Still am, Case."

Max tries to... Get Casey to understand certain things because the 2020's will be very different for him because it's not 24 years into the future anymore. Like games and movies.

Max once asked how he looked and Casey, with no context, said, "Limbful." to which made everyone in the room (Max, of course, April and Leo) look at him like he was crazy. "Future Max didn't have his limbs." "ohhhhhhh...."

Drawings :)

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a continuation from atwow:

You Give Me Strength

the sullys attempt to woo a powerful clan against Quaritch and the unknown evil brewing beyond the war's danger- before it becomes too much to handle.

• Part 2: Knives of Ice •

• masterlist

• playlist

previous: Living to Fight

next: Underestimation Can Kill

/neteyam x female!oc/

warnings/notes:

enemies to friends to lovers, love triangle (sort of)

violence (descriptive fighting/bloodshed)

it's canon that ages 15-17 in Terran years marks adulthood physically, mentally & spiritually among the Na'vi (meaning a 15 y/o Na'vi is considered 18/19)

"this font" is them speaking the Na'vi language, this font corresponds to Neteyam's thoughts

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The waters were still aggressive by the time most of the travelling group got ready on the beach to depart; the pitch black of the sky starting to fade.

"I can't believe you actually managed to crack dad to bring you," Kiri laughed before handing him a cup and bag of grounded tea leaves, "Here, drink this before we leave."

"Thanks, Kiri," the older one smiled gratefully, knowing that he'd probably still be wearing that dreadful cast without her, "You're a lifesaver. Literally."

"Eh, just found it somewhere 'round here," Kiri shrugged, downplaying her wonderment in her capabilities with nature, "Pretty cool, right?"

Just before Neteyam was about to reply, the sound of crackling laughter captured their attention. They turned simultaneously to see Lo'ak introducing Tsireya to his usually tempermental ikran (who he still had trouble getting along with sometimes), already warmed up to the Metkayina girl.

"What is going on with them? As far as I've heard, Tsireya has already expressed her affection for him... but he didn't say anything yet," Kiri rested her chin on her palm, perched upon her own ikran.

"Really? When did this happen?" Neteyam turned to her sharply, having never heard of this. He didn't usually like to engage in village gossip, but he was all in if it was anything about his family. It was extremely obvious, anyways, how Lo'ak didn't bother trying to hide his heart eyes from anyone.

"I'm not so sure... but you would've thought that they were official or something, you know?"

"They certainly act like it," they chortled, both watching as Loak struggled to heave her up onto the ikran's back.

Neteyam has always wondered what it felt like. What that felt like.

Back in their clan, he was used to receiving pressure from the villagers and peers as the oldest brother, a mighty warrior, the future Olo'eyktan; multiple girls expressed their interest, only to be shot down with rejection.

Family and duty.

They came first. It was also the fact that he knew none of the girls he had encountered actually cared for him, they didn't... see him.

However the situationship Lo'ak and Tsireya might be in, he knew he was happy for them. Kiri would never admit that though, and settled for showing playful distaste on her face before she broke into a chuckle as Neteyam shoved her.

"Is everyone here?" Neytiri made her way to another banshee with Tuk following closely.

"Yes," Jake appeared from the tree-lined path leading to the Olo'eyktan's marui, "Now, listen up."

Jake was known to run the family like a tactical squad. And while they acted as such when it did matter, there was no room for mistakes or slip-ups. Jake had to make sure of that. So did Neteyam.

The group attentively gathered in front of the seasoned warrior, whose face remained in a grave expression.

"This," he started, voice low, "This is dangerous. If the Kandatushara's trial didn't require family, I wouldn't even think of bringing any of you along."

He looked at Neteyam pointedly as he said this.

"But it does, and it isn't going to be easy. None of us know what to expect, this clan we're dealing with is not known to play nice," Jake implored with venom dripping at his every word, "So don't. Do. Anything. Stupid."

He glanced at each and every one of them, including Tsireya.

Neteyam flexed his left arm, making sure the tea was doing its job well enough; he was not going to allow himself to be an inconvenience to any of them.

"Yes, sir." They chorused altogether.

Taking a deep breath, Jake grabbed onto Neytiri's free hand, "Let's go."

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It was freezing.

No, that was an understatement.

All 7 of them had been flying since the sun rose, to the start of the eclipse- the weather change was drastic. Neteyam knew what to expect, having to leave the tropical shores to cross into a land of ice. He just didn't think past the idea, and certainly wasn't mentally prepared for how the cold bit at his skin at all.

As a long-standing flight formation, Neteyam flew steadily behind the group to observe their blind spot (after stubbornly arguing with his father once more) while Jake took the front. From his view, he could see that everyone flying in front of him was clearly feeling just the same. How were they supposed to battle the cold with barely any cloth covering them?

Neteyam could only imagine how much layers the Kandatushara would be wearing on them.

Tuk was shivering in their mother's arms, who tried her best not to, failing miserably either way; Tsireya, used to sweltering temperatures, was trying to seek warmth from Loak seated in front of her.

I should have prepared for this better.

Neteyam mentally reprimanded himself, lightly stroking his shivering ikran's neck.

Down below them, they had finally reached the shore of the Northwestern lands, the scenery breaking into a jaw-dropping land of white. A strong, stinging current of wind pushed against them, earning yelps from the group.

Neteyam steadied himself, urging the rest of them to stay closer together.

But he couldn't help but let himself go a little- he watched in awe as they flew over forest sprinkled with soft snow, the branches weighed down with deathly icicles; it was all there was as far as their eyes could see.

Beyond them, what looked so near yet so far, were the daring mountains that was the image of still calmness, when it was, in fact, turbulent and life-threatening. They were enormous, each individually coming together to create what seemed like a wall.

A wall that spoke of warnings- turn back now.

No sign of the clan.

Not a single soul, flora or faun was in sight.

It was more daunting than it was beautiful at some point.

It wasn't until he noticed Lo'ak calling his name when he realised that the rest of the group was descending towards a small clearing in the thick forest. The way the wind whipped against his face suddenly reminded him just how cold he was. He had never felt this way before.

His ikran growled as they almost crashed into the bed of snow; Neteyam felt as though his skin was being pulled from his body.

"Everyone good?" he asked, hands on hips like the optimist he always was. He wasn't expecting anything more than the glares the rest of them shot in his direction, anyways.

"Oh, just fine, thanks. Feeling so damn warm," Kiri rolled her eyes at him, looking away when Neytiri flicked her ear, who then berated Jake for his 'heavy Sky People influence' on them- the way her own children talked was too strong for her liking.

"What do we do with the ikran?" Neytiri asked, beginning to untie the bags of weapons and food with shaking hands.

They were but in the middle of nowhere, and Neteyam did agree that if they were to further explore the area, guiding 5 fully-grown ikran was not wise.

Jake looked at her with a hint of fear.

She was, after all, scarier than he had ever been.

"Well..." he started slowly, ears wincing when she turned to him, "We let them fly back."

Cries of protests and firm denial arose from them, Jake looking as though his eyes were about to bulge out.

"Quiet!" he demanded, scanning the area around them with alarm, "We have to do this very carefully-"

"Exactly," Neytiri whisper yelled at her husband, "And now you want to send away our only way of getting back?"

"Ronal said that this is necessary, Neytiri," he ignored her scoff when he mentioned the Tsahik, "To relent completely to the Kandatushara, to show that we trust them-"

"But we cannot!" Neytiri's mood was turning sour, and both parents started arguing loudly with one another. One could tell that the conversation originated from more than just the situation at hand, the past week's stress getting to them.

Tuk backed away from her mother's side and ran into Neteyam's arms, completely wrapping herself to him while he leaned against his iran's side. Ever since Neteyam had almost joined his ancestors, Tuk had become clingier than ever- she always wanted him to play with her, to carry her, to eat with her, to train with her; she didn't want to lose sight of her oldest brother, not that Neteyam minded.

"This is ridiculous," Kiri complained from Neteyam's side, vigorously trembling as she huddled under her ikran's wing with Tsireya, "We're all freezing and they start fighting now?"

"Yo guys," Lo'ak called towards the 5 of them, "I found a tunnel or some shit."

"Where?" Neteyam stood quickly, leaving Tuk to a more comfortable position in between the banshee's wing. Hearing footsteps behind him, he assertively pointed back at Kiri and Tsireya, "Stay here."

Lo'ak led him to a barely noticeable path between the forest's brutal trees, lined with overgrown icicles that linked together at points along the way. It was a winding trek, and it slowly disappeared into the darkness beyond their sight.

Neteyam squinted, checking for any other options around the clearing- the trees thickened everywhere else except the passage before them, heading for the direction of the mountains. The clan would supposedly be there, wouldn't they?

Day was turning into night sooner than he had expected, the eclipse surprisingly faster in this region. The dots on everyone's bodies started to glow faintly, providing them with dim light across the clearing.

"We should tell mom and d-"

A rustle. Above them.

Yet, there was no wind.

Both boys' ears tweaked upwards.

"You hear that?" Lo'ak was hushed in no time, rolling his eyes as Neteyam held his hand up just like Jake did.

Neteyam's eyes stayed fixed to a heavy spot between two trees, right hand unsheating his knife. In the background, he could just make out his parents still bickering.

"Back up."

"What?" Loak tilted his head at his brother.

"Back. Up. Slowly." His weak arm hovered above Lo'ak's chest, moving both of them backwards through the snow, away from the path.

"Bro, we gotta get mom and dad," Lo'ak whispered, eyes still trained on the same spot.

"Not until we know it's safe," he whispered back, knife gripped in his hand.

"Nothing's safe here, man," the other said sharply, "It was probably just a bird."

Neteyam allowed himself a quick glance of disbelief towards Lo'ak, "A bird? Seriously? Dude, look around again and tell me that there're birds around here."

"Neteyam!"

The boy turned at the sound of his name, heart stuck in his throat at what he saw.

He had never seen a knife as sharp as the one held against Kiri's throat, trembling from more than just the cold at that point. The ikran were weak from the cold, their protective roars coming out as soft growls instead.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath.

The Navi holding his sister's life in their hands glowed white in the dark, unlike the more colorful radiation from their own bodies. He could not see exactly what they looked like, but he was absolutely clueless as to how he should approach the situation.

"Mawey*.," Jake stepped closer, stopping when the Kandatushara tugged at Kiri's hair, the latter yelping, "Please."

"Knife. Bow." The Navi spoke up, a male, voice clear and strong, "Down."

The rest of them removed the weapons strapped across their bodies, placing them on the snow in front of them.

"Maybe there's only one of them?" Lo'ak said hopefully.

He spoke too soon- figures eerily appeared one by one from hiding spots among the trees. It was evident that they were skillfully stealthy, not a single noise made to let themselves be known until Neteyam took a good long look to see how they were cornered.

"Okay, okay. They're down," Jake said tentively, suddenly aware of their surroundings.

"My Jake, tell them," Neytiri insisted calmly, her gaze stuck on her eldest daughter at all times.

"Alright, yeah," Inwardly cursing for letting their differences distract them. He switched languages in hopes of letting them trust him more, "We are here on behalf of the Metkayina clan."

Neteyam could distinctly hear a huff of hilarity from one of the surrounding Kandatushara at the statement.

"We do not mean any harm. None at all. All I ask is to talk to your Olo'eyktan."

A strong wave of deja vu washed over Neteyam; the same feeling of dread was the same when they arrived at a Metkayina's village seeking refuge. Only this time, they were seeking help for a brewing war.

"Bro," Lo'ak called in agitation, trying to get Neteyam's attention to the Kandatushara poking his tail with what looked like a long icicle carved into a spear.

Neteyam would have laughed if they were under different circumstances, but he spoke through clenched teeth instead, "Just- stay still."

From the corner of his eye, he could see his brother's look of vexation, muttering under his breath.

The absolute silence petrified them. Not even the Kandatushara holding Kiri acknowledged Jake's words.

Trying to stop his excessive shaking from the cold, Neteyam took a good, long look at their area- every slight crack of escape was completely blocked by the glowing Na'vi.

To his confusion, the bioluminescent glowing did not only stem from several dots, but rather patterned stripes from their neck to the feet. He couldn't understand how their glowing stopped at the neck, their faces excluded.

"Ahem. I-"

A loud slam startled all of them, cutting Jake off. Squinting, the brothers could see a Kandatushara's long spear against a large tree trunk.

Despite being made out of what he still assumed was ice, it was strong, intact, and loud.

"Uh," Jake gave Neytiri a look, unsure of how to continue, only to be disrupted again.

The Kandatushara slammed their spear against the trunk again, the deafening sound resonating throughout the clearing; this time, the clan stepped forward, their own spears crashing heavily into the snow. It happened, again and again and again, until the ikran were forced to fly away from the island, and the whole family forced to move into the tightening space, trying to avoid the sharp ends of their ice.

Neteyam was too distracted to realise until he was shoulder to shoulder with every member of the group, that the Kandatushara wore masks. Intricately carved with thick wood, their masks were a midnight-blue, made to cover everything except their eyes, even majestically curving upwards to wrap around their ears; they resembled Earth's snow foxes, as Neteyam recognised from a photograph Jake had shown them over the years.

"Eywa..." he heard Tsireya say, edging Tuk and herself away from a towering Na'vi next to her.

"We are here to propose a partnership with your clan," Neytiri said fearlessly, looking into the stoic faces staring at them, "We must talk to your Olo'eyktan. At least, let us talk to them."

"A partnership for what?" Kiri's captor finally replied.

"War."

The clan shuffled, all looking towards him.

Taking a hint from their collective reaction, and the leadership the male exuded, it would be worth the shot to try. Neteyam knew better than to do so, for the risk it posed if they were the type of Na'vi to take great offense from inter-generational rules.

"Are you the Kandatushara's Olo'eyktan?" Neteyam blurted out, unable to stop himself. He wanted to blame the climate for such carelessness. Piercing attention from all around him, he refused to address his parents questioning peers at him.

One should note, that it was considered, as a general rule passed down throughout multiple generations, that assuming a clan's Olo'eyktan before being introduced was more than just rude; insulting was an understatement as well.

Cocking his head to the side, the Na' vi Neteyam questioned asked him in return, "What do you think?"

It was a challenge. A test.

Were he to answer, Neteyam might fall into a trap; were he to remain silent, it would show his cowardice.

"...Yes."

He could practically feel the smirk radiating from behind the mask; the Na'vi was his height, build obviously honed for a warrior's job. The 7 Metkayinas held their breaths, wondering whether it might be the last they ever took. Moments passed by, and the supposed-Oloeyktan drilled his eyes into Neteyam's soul.

Then, he harshly pushed Kiri into Neytiri and Jake's ready arms before walking past the family, stopping to stand obediently among the Kandatushara behind Neteyam and Lo'ak.

Neteyam's brows furrowed at this, the small spark of success being stomped on, and turned to speak to the group of their current state of puzzlement.

"Eltu Si*!" The Kandatushara (Neteyam decided he disliked) ordered- the clan stepping away to provide more space.

They didn't know where to turn their attention to, each one of them almost stupidly glancing around to make sense of their predicament. And out of nowhere, a fast blur from the treetops landed in front of the family- Neteyam sensed trouble.

"Wrong answer."

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*eltu si: attention

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practically-an-x-man · 1 year

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Prometheus x Corinthian Playlist Analysis (Part Three)

This might end up getting long (or longer), but I'm going to try and get this analysis wrapped up in this part, so we'll see how it turns out. Here we go!

Heart's on Fire - Passenger

Notable lyrics:

Well, I don't have many and I don't have much/ In fact, I don't have any but I got enough/ 'Cause I know those eyes and I know that touch - That last line... let's just say we're starting off strong here.

And then there's the repeated refrain of "oh darlin', my heart's on fire" which to me makes this song feel a bit like a call-and-response. It seems to me like the verses are from Prometheus' perspective, and the chorus is the Corinthian.

(also, this is completely random but the chorus of this song always makes me think of the river-baptism scene in Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?. It's in the same key and and everything)

The Light Behind Your Eyes - My Chemical Romance

More angst for you >:)

Notable lyrics:

Never let them take the light behind your eyes/ One day, I'll lose this fight/ As we fade in the dark/ Just remember you will always burn as bright - Corruption ending my beloved...

We'll say goodbye today/ And I'm sorry how it ends this way - More of the Corruption ending here...

Sometimes, we must grow stronger/ And you can't be stronger when I'm gone/ When I'm here, no longer/ You must be stronger - I read this line as Prometheus's perspective in reference to the Corinthian, and the way Prometheus' return to the darkness leads to his own slip back into it (and eventually would segue into the canon Sandman timeline)

Cradles - Sub Urban

Notable lyrics:

I live inside my own world of make-believe/ Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities - This would reference their status as dreams, particularly as nightmares, living in the "world of make-believe" that is the Dreaming

I love everything/ Fire's spreading all around my room/ My world's so bright - More fire symbolism to represent Prometheus, of course

Hear the children sing aloud/ It's music 'til the wick burns out/ Hush - Prometheus comforts the children from their nightmares, but there's no comfort once they lose their spark - once the "wick burns out"

Falling Away With You - Muse

This could be a bit more angst from the Corruption ending, I think. Let's check it out.

Notable lyrics:

Staying awake to chase a dream/ Tasting the air you're breathing in/ I hope I won't forgot a thing - The Corinthian's quite literally "chasing a dream" - Prometheus - but in the case of the Corruption ending, eventually all he'll have of them is memories

And I'll feel my world crumbling down/ Feel my life crumbling now/ Feel my soul crumbling away/ And falling away/ Falling away with you - Back to the Corruption ending, particularly the Corinthian's reaction when he realizes Prometheus has been sent back into the dark - that he's lost them

Stay - As Everything Unfolds - This is another one where there's not as much overt symbolism in the lyrics (which probably means I should've put it in the first part but eh, I'm lazy. I just really like this song, and there's a lot of intense emotion in it that I feel is reflected in the fic.

Every Night - Paul McCartney - again, less directly relating to the lyrics, just the idea that they meet up every night and develop a connection

Calypso - Suzanne Vega - the lyrics are a little tough to analyze for this one, given it's in first-person perspective AND deals with an entirely different Greek myth than the one I based my character on. However, the idea of Calypso (representing Prometheus) reaching out for a struggling traveler and helping him up to his feet was enough of a connection in my eyes, and onto the playlist it goes.

All Eyes - Imagine Dragons

First of all: eyes. Enough said. But aside from that,

Notable lyrics:

Where the people are awake, to chase a dream that isn't real/ And we pose to be something that we're not - Oh boy, so much here. The reference to dreams, and then the "posing to be something we're not", the in-between stage between full-dream and full-nightmare, the initial gathering of that spark...

Now, will the sun come up tonight?/ Because your eyes, they burn so bright/ I'm all you've got when you say that you want it all - Now the "sun" obviously would reference Prometheus, but as far as the "burning eyes"... I'll leave that up to you to decide. It is the Corinthian speaking to Prometheus? Is it the reverse, particularly in the Redemption ending? Who knows?

Burn Out - Imagine Dragons

Notable lyrics:

It's just another downpour, don't let it get the best of you/ It's only up from the floor, light everything inside of you/ Don't burn out, don't burn out on me - To me, this is the Corruption ending - "Find the light."

(and no, I did not think about how similar that is to "Beware the light" from Logan when I wrote it... whoops. My favorite fandom snuck up on me, actor and all...)

Icarus - Bastille

Notable lyrics:

Your hands protect the flames/ From the wild winds around you - This is Prometheus, of course, protecting the light and the dreamers from the "wild winds" of the surrounding nightmares

You put up your defenses when you leave/ You leave because you're certain/ Of who you want to be - I love this line in particular because it really could be both the Corruption ending or the Redemption ending - either leaving the Dreaming itself and choosing "who you want to be" in that darker sense, or leaving the act of being a nightmare and choosing to be a dream instead.

Two more songs! Almost done!

My Selene - Sonata Arctica

This is another song where it feels like just about every single lyric could link back to this story, and I'd absolutely recommend it! This almost reads as a personification of the story itself, but here's the thing - I'd never heard of this song when I wrote it, I only listened to it for the first time today!

Notable lyrics:

But until we unite/ I live for that night/ Wait for time/ Two souls entwine/ In the break of new dawn - Much like Every Night and a few of the other songs, this line mainly relates to the development of their relationship as they meet every night

Shadows they will fade/ But I'm always in the shade/ Without you... - And we're back to the Corruption ending, I suppose. There's also a line later on that reads "I'm still alone in the dead of night" that calls back to this one.

Hidden from daylight I'm sealed in my cave/ Trapped in a dream that is slowly turning to nightmare/ Where I'm all alone - LOOK AT THIS! Just look at it! I don't think there's a single more fitting line in this entire analysis, because this is just the entire fic right here! Or at least the Corruption ending of it!

Venial is life when you're but a dream/ The book is still open the pages as empty as me - This line is a little less about the fic itself, but the books In Lucienne's library do go blank when Morpheus is captured, so it still links to Sandman. And of course, the personification of a dream, which is the chief note of the story

This is my final call/ My evenfall/ Drowning into time/ I become the night/ By the light of new day/ I'll fade away - This would be Prometheus' descent back into the darkness, right at the start of the Corruption ending

Leave the City - Twenty One Pilots

I could put just about every lyric of this song into this analysis, which means it's really a perfect one to end on. And so rather than typing out all of the lyrics for you, I'd recommend that you listen to the song, look up the lyrics yourself, soak up the harmonies, and think about the themes of the story as you listen. Perhaps think of the Corruption ending as you listen, or perhaps think of the Redemption ending. It's a bittersweet and uncertain song, perfect for a story with two endings. And this is where I'll leave you.

And that concludes this playlist and its analysis! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you'll consider either taking a listen or reading the fic itself (or, if you're feeling generous, maybe both?). Have a wonderful day, friends!

(Part One) (Part Two)

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Having finished Hyde and Seek like 3 days after release here are some of my thoughts. There's gonna be some stuff implied so read with caution, i wont say outright but ill talk abt the implications. Sorry most of this is Alan rambling I have brainworms and I'm ill.

-Alan is literally my malewife. Love at first sight, if Noah is my little meanwhore Alan is my malewife. I love their big boobs.

-Pollie>Sally. My heart dropped when Alan tried to ask Sally out like out of all people, Sally? Good news though hes single by the end.

-Pollie is literally that one tumblr post where its like let women be pathetic little meow meows too. She is the definition of a pathetic meow meow and i love her for that.

Hey Alan, Alan, how old were you when this happened. IF YOU WERE LIKE 15 AND IF SHE WAS LIKE YOUR BABYSITTER IM CONCERNED. Its between this and a joke MazM made that his siblings were his secret lovechildren, thing is Alan is 21, his siblings are 7, that is a really dark implication. You can't just say that Alan.

-Yasssss Pollie and Kate are girlfriends, they we're LITERALLY ROOMMATES. OH MY GAH.

-After reading Sallie backstory I feel sorry for her, she can join the Kate polycule.

-M I H I R. mihir. Just mihir. I called him a DILF and my friend was like "hes 25" 👁👄👁. The stress and his monocle made him look older.

-He represents my culture very well! A little fun fact, the sun pin he has is a religious symbol, ironic considering hes a criminal. My friend said its the equivalent of a mafioso boss wearing a cross.

-The fact that he used to write poems but his dad called them shit. The true asian experience, having your parents disapprove of your hobbies.

-I actually love the subvertion of stereotypes and tropes here. I have personally never heard of this stereotype till yesterday but there's one abt Irish people where they are redheaded lazy drunks. Then there's Alan who's such a hard worker and a good boy and and and ehwbhsgrnehehsneghsha. The stereotype that Indians are either stupid or h word. Mihir is none of those things, he's eloquent with his words, witty, and very respectful. The trope of cute dainty maids gets subverted by Pollie and Kate.

-The Kate and Pollie duality. Now I'll be talking abt tropes here but do not take it as my opinion on gender expression, I'm just using things MazM has done b4 + popular media.

Pollie constantly calling herself a lady and dressing in fem clothes, bonus points for the blue. Although she would technically be the more masculine one because she loves to fight and gamble. Her face is also somewhat masculine, similar to Daejin Park in MazM Pechka!

Kate crossdressing and having to live as man would technically make her the more masculine one. But she's also the most feminine one with her soft face and for some reason media associates education with feminine? Idfk brawling is seen as more masc. But mazm rated these hands E for everyone.

-In Alan's introductory tweet he is stated to be a good fighter that holds back. In game the explaination for that is he doesn't want to get injured. I would've thought this was a set up to fighting Alan at one point. I'm a little dissapointed it didnt go that way qwq.

-That scene where Alan starts taking the drugs to stay active and assaults a customer was kinda terrifying. Well it's the scene after they mention that. But his angy face when he talks abt how much hes had to endure for his family, how he sometimes wished they were dead. Only for him to recoil in shock because that wasn't Alan. Hits me in my feelies.

-Mihir says trans rights, he asked his father to address Kate like a man bc she was living as one and he called it stupid. Mihir actually respects her though wjhejehehnehenejej.

-Alan if you keep complaining about my pants I'll shove you in a maid dress. Then youll realize how nice it is not to be constrained by gener.

-If you can't tell from my blog banner, I love older brother characters. The fucking angst but also hehe cute older brother type that cares heehoo im trash.

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A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

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