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algea · 23 days

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Ghoul School (pt 2)

prompt: when you get out of the hospital, Lars has put it onto himself to take care of you until you're healed. I can confirm that there is a big chuck of text where you're really pissed off at him before he gets his shit together!

warnings: tbh i literally dont even know. umm yeah your shin is broken and you're concussed so. things may or may not get a little steamy...cussing duh

a/n: im super mega surprised all my Lars stuff has gotten popular; i think it’s very insanely unhealthy how much i love James Acaster.

~ there are a LOT of little secret references to James in here, comment what you picked out ;)

~ also this is probably longer than the first part idk, but its officially the longest post ive written @jesssuperwholock03

~requested by @thestralluvr

Lars visited you everyday. Every morning, every evening after work, sometimes even over his lunch breaks, like clockwork. You were beginning to think it was seriously unhealthy. You were lying in the hospital bed, 4 days after the incident, with your eyes closed. You heard a soft click of the door and you cracked your eyes slightly. You, being oh-so-surprised, were met with the tired face of your crush colleague and work partner. He wore his jumper tied around his waist, a dark colored button up adorning his body. His hair looked disheveled, which could only mean he had just finished a job. He looked so tired, more tired than you've ever seen him be. It was annoying, honestly. Annoying how attractive he was without even trying. 'Why can't I look like that' you thought to yourself, mentally frowning. You decided to acknowledge his presence, seeing how he took time, again, out of his day to come and visit you.

"Lars." You stated, turning your head look over at him. Lars froze, gazing down at your solemn face. You started to reach out to him, but thought otherwise and rested your hand back on the crisp sheets. You watched as he pushed his glasses up and pulled a chair to sit beside you. Lars rested his forearms on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped.

"I was told that you'll be able to get out of here today." He whispered, his tired eyes searching your face. He was desperate for you to come back, back to how things used to be, where he would tease you, and you would always find witty comeback. But he knew you couldn't, not for a while at least. Lars was so scared you weren't going to be able to work for Ghost Corps anymore, especially since the concussion you got really fucked up your head. Not to mention your shin, which was a huge impact on you.

Lars let out a shaky breath. He unclasped his hands and ran one through his hair. You reached out, more confidently this time, and rested your hand on his. He didn't move his hand; he was scared if you let go, you'd disappear.

"Lars." You said again, your face flashing with worry. Your other hand softly touched his chin, holding his face so delicately.

"I'm scared that you're not going to come back." Lars stated, grimacing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

"Why wouldn't I come back? What made you think this?" You asked, your eyebrows drawing together in a sad furrow.

"I want things to be the same, I don't want things to change." He whispered quietly, his eyes cast down.

"I think you and I both know that it won't be the same, neither of us want to admit it. Normally, you don't go around kissing people and pretend like you hate each other for the rest of your life." You explained, searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes glanced back at you as his cheeks burned with pink. You tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

"That's unfair, Lars. You can't expect me to leave you alone after that." You pleaded.

"Can we just drop it? It really doesn't fucking matter right now.” Lars snapped. You drew your hand away from his face, hurt flashing across your face.

“What I meant was that we should focus on getting you out of here.” He frantically explained. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away again. Lars had never felt an emotion like this. His ears were ringing and his brain was hazy. It could’ve only been described as embarrassment. He wouldn't cry, no, that's not what he wanted to do. He wanted to apologize over and over again until you'd forget he ever did anything or said anything.

“I think it's maybe time for you to go. When I get out, do me a favor and send Lucky and Pheebs to get me.” You muttered, looking down at your hands. Lars sat there for a few moments, his jaw clenched. He wanted to say something, anything, to make you understand how he felt. Instead, he got up and, with a longing gaze down at you, left.

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, which you allowed to fall down your cheeks. If he wanted to play that dumbass game again, you could do it, just not like you used to. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until he walked out of the door, not looking back. You slammed your hand down on the bed in a fit of rage, which turned into a soft cry. You wished that you could make better sense of it all, but your wishes never came true.

It was only 2 hours after that you were discharged. Lucky and Phoebe, just as you had requested, rushed in to see you as soon as they could.

"Y/N!" Phoebe exclaimed, running to you and giving you a big hug. You smiled and hugged her back, or at least as much as you could with your crutches. Lucky joined in on the hug before you parted and started making your way to the car.

"Everyone is so happy you're coming home! We've all been super worried." Phoebe smiled, giving you a big smile.

"I'm so happy I get to see you guys again, Pheebs." You grinned back, ruffling her hair. Your mind wandered to Lars as you crutched your way to the car.

"Has um..." You started, realizing that the words were harder to get out of your mouth than you thought.

"He's not here. I haven't seen him since we went out this morning." Lucky explained, catching on to what you were about to ask. You looked down and nodded. 'Of course, how could I be so goddamn stupid.' You thought. Phoebe helped you into the car while Lucky set your crutches next to you. Trevor was driving, which was a whole other risk to be taking.

"Since when did they let you drive?" You asked, grinning at Trevor.

"Since Lars bailed at the last minute. I'm a great driver, so I have no idea what you're even talking about." Trevor bragged. 'He bailed at last minute? He never does that...' You thought sadly. He could've just been working really hard on whatever science thing he was studying. You really didn't know, but it did cut a little.

You didn't know you were carsick until you let Trevor drive you home. You thought Lars was a bad driver, but you quickly realized that Trevor was on the list of 'Never-Ever Drive Me Again,' along with Gary and Ray. You made a mental note of that as you struggled to stand to get out of the car. Trevor quickly rushed to your side to help you, easily pulling you up. You casted your gaze up, which fell on the Firehouse. 'Oh good, he won't be here.' You thought, as a feeling of relief washed over you. You hobbled in next to Phoebe and Trevor with Lucky trailing in not far behind. Callie and Gary stood right after the door, waiting for your arrival. As soon as you entered the Firehouse they were by your side, giving you warm 'hello's' and 'I'm so happy you're back and ok.' You were quick to hug them, hoping to talk to them about your situation with Lars.

"Alright kiddos, time to let the adults talk." Gary clapped, shooing away the smaller kids.

"Hey but I'm not-!" Trevor started, but was dragged away by Lucky. You three sat down around a table. It was silent for a moment as you tried to say what was on your mind.

"Did he come see you?" Callie asked, leaning in close.

"He came and saw me everyday. Sometimes up to three times." You whispered, your hands clasped together. Callie and Gary looked at each other.

"But when he came and saw me this morning, he was different. He was super moody, and got upset when I tried to confront him about kissing me like you said for me to do. I don't know if he doesn't like confrontation or if he, yknow, might be seeing someone else." You went on, nervously biting your nails.

"Y/N, I seriously doubt that there's many women who actually like Lars, much less want to even date him." Gary said, using his left hand to talk. 'Is he right? But I'm sure women think Lars is attractive.' You thought, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"I'm pretty certain that you're like the only woman he's ever talked to in a romantic way, probably even the only woman he’s ever even talked to." Callie confirmed.

"Either way, he likes you. We all know that." Gary finished. You were really hoping he was right, otherwise you were a fool being played.

You chatted for a little while longer, mostly about anything and everything that came to mind. After a while, you told them that you were ready to head home.

"I'll drive you home." Callie said, standing up and grabbing the keys. The ride home was filled with you and Callie singing awful 80's songs, the vast majority of them by Tears for Fears. That was something that cleaned your soul and freed your mind a while. Callie helped you into your apartment before she left with a hug and a warm 'see you soon.' You were seriously hoping that your torture would end.

After a day, you got restless. So restless that you decided to go back to the lab and start working again. Yes, it was idiotically stupid. No, you weren't going to listen to anyone and take a break. Honestly it was going to happen anyways. You walked into the lab the first day, partially hoping that Lars was going to be there, but alas he wasn't. You felt disappointment but you were hopeful that you'd see him tomorrow. Except you didn't. More days past by and you hadn't seen any sign of Lars in the lab at all. You were starting to get more and more worried.

It had been more than a week and you hadn’t seen Lars since. Concern was growing and you were growing weary waiting for him to return. It was extremely hard taking care of yourself, especially since you had to trek a long ways to get yourself to your car outside of your apartment. Finally, you decided it was time to go see Lars. It pissed you off so much that you were running to him, instead of him coming to you. You knew his place, mostly because you, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lucky would sometimes prank him by doing something so absurd he would tremble with anger. That was back when you had your little schoolgirl crush on him, before you realized that you loved him.

You decided to walk, opting for the fact that he knows your car all too well. You weren’t even sure if he was there, you really didn’t even bother checking to see in your group FindMy. You didn’t even bother use your crutches because they were stupid anyways, you could walk just find even though you had a little limp. God you just wanted to fucking punch his stupidly handsome face. He made your blood boil so much.

You were only a few blocks from from his house when it started to rain. Not just a light rain, but a pour. You grew a little worried for your cast, but continued on. You were completely drenched by the time you were on his doorstep. Even worse, it was cold out. You stood on his doorstep for a minute before you started to knock on his door. You breathed out, seeing your own breath in the air. You were so cold. No one answered, which was pretty typical for Lars. He was probably standing in the kitchen, not going to open the door.

"Lars!!" You yelled, knocking on the door some more. Water dripped from your face and you shivered again. The door still didn't open. You sighed and started walking away, the pouring rain drenching you again. You started to tread back to your apartment when you heard a loud bang and turned your head. There Lars was, standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared at you.

"Y/N!" Lars yelled back, meeting you in the rain. He craned his head to look down at you, his hands flying to meet your face.

"What are you doing here?" He said, his thumb swiping at your cheek.

"I came to see you. Where the fuck have you been, Lars Pinfield?!" You boomed, your right hand gripping the front of his shirt. His head dropped and he closed his eyes.

"I...I couldn't face you after that dumb shit I pulled. I wanted to apologize, really I did, but I couldn't bring myself to face you." Lars explained, his breath creating a misty cloud. All that either of you could do was stare at each other incredulously.

“Are you fucking stupid? I’ve wanted to see you all week, but your dumbass wouldn’t show up. Jesus Christ Lars, do you have any clue how much I’ve missed you? You’re so goddamn unfair you know that?!” You screamed, pounding on his chest. Lars’ hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you steady while you angrily punched him. He could only see you through his hair, which now stuck to his forehead, and his rain covered glasses which were fogging up. He was freezing, but all he could ever think about was you. How cold were you? Why would you sacrifice your time, hell, your health to come see him. He really couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would ever do that for someone. You would think with him being such a genius he would figure it out, however some people can be dense. But he realized that you were giving up all your time to invest in him. So, he decided that he needed to do the same.

"Do you think, maybe, that you'd want to spend the rest of your life, with me, maybe not just hating each other. And maybe not while hating each other, you'd like to be with me, y'know, for a long while?" Lars whispered, causing you to stop throwing punches. You looked up at him, in all his rain drenched glory. God, he looked so beautiful. You began to tremble, your hands lifting to capture his face with them. Lars breath quickened, his large hands gripping your waist. His hazy blue eyes captured yours, holding you in his everlasting gaze.

"Lars..." You murmured, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. It was soft, softer than you thought it would've been. You found yourself daydreaming again about kissing him, though you'd never let him know how many times you've done it. You realized how close you were after you felt his breath against your cheek. You leaned in closer, pressing your chest against his. It was like something out of a movie, the way time stopped then. When your lips pressed against his, your body shuddered. It was like fireworks went off inside of you, making you all jittery and excited. Lars' hands slipped from your waist to your ass, softly gripping the flesh there. You slipped your fingers into his blond locks, tugging lightly. You heard a light groan rumble from his chest as he pressed into you further.

You weren't sure if the rain mixed with the cold had made you delirious, but after Lars had pulled away, it made him look even hotter. His tousled, wet hair, his lips that were red after the kiss, the ruby flush that adorned his cheeks and ears, and his half-lidded eyes made him even more beautiful. You found yourself feeling heat creep up through your neck to your cheeks as he stared down at you.

“Shit, right, you need to get inside, now.” Lars commanded, dragging you towards the door.

“Lars—!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as he basically picked you up. Your hands fly to grip the shirt on his back as you hoists you over his shoulder. He muttered a few things under his breath as he strolled to the door, obviously not caring that the rain was coming down harder. Lars opened the door, set you down, and shut the door with the heel of his shoe.

“Give me a second.” He commanded, leaving you standing in the foyer. You shivered and looked around, noticing some things that seemed quite out of place. Lars had multiple different band posters framed and hung up around the house, most of them signed. You could pick out a few like Pindrop, Temps, and the Timewasters. You also found multiple different movie titles like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and other things. ‘Interesting’ You thought as you took in your surroundings. Lars appeared again with a towel and some sort of clothes he had found for you to wear.

“If you fuck up my good clothes, I’m kicking your ass to the curb again.” Lars sighed, throwing the towel at you.

“Whatever, brainiac.” You bit back, trying to hold back your grin as you shoved past him. That earned a scoff and an eye roll from Lars.

“Washroom is down the right hall, second door to the left.” He called, peaking down at you as you went to change.

Lars had never had a girl in his house before. Other than the times his mother and sister had come over from Britain, obviously. His “outside” friends insisted that he bring a girl home, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to when he could only think of you. It made him a little giddy knowing that you were here with him. It was like a fever dream, if he woke up it all would be gone. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure that there was a way to prove that this was real. Lars found himself wondering if you liked how his house was decorated, the clothes he brought you, even the way the house smelt. At the thought of these, he began to worry that you didn’t like it here. Those thoughts were denied when you waddled back from the bathroom, furiously rubbing at your hair to dry it. It was silly, really. Lars thought you looked a little too good in his clothes. His Temps T-shirt was too big for you, and his plaid pj pants were rolled a few times to even try and fit you.

“You look stupid in that.” Lars scoffed once more, looking anywhere but your face.

“Hey man, you picked this out. Don’t blame me for your shit style.” You tried back. A hint of a smile could be found dawning his face. You smirked and poked his cheek.

“Is that a smile I see? Is the Lars Pinfield smiling in my presence?” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand to fake gasp.

“No, it isn’t.” He replied, the smile growing wider on his face.

“It so totally is!!! Lars Pinfield is literally smiling right in front of me!” You exclaimed. He shook his head.

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m getting changed, don’t fucking break anything.” Lars sighed, sliding past you.

“You can put on anything, just as long as it’s not some stupid BritCom.” He added, shutting the door to his room.

“Who even watches BritComs…” You muttered to yourself. Walking back into the main foyer, you sat down on the sofa, which was surprisingly nice compared to how you thought your scientist boyfriend colleague lived. You sat down and flicked through the channels, stopping on whatever stupid romcom movie was on. You sighed and put your chin in your hand, anticipating the snappy response of ‘this is the shittiest movie I’ve ever seen.’

“Hey.” You heard from above you. Looking up, you saw Lars resting his elbows on the top of the sofa next to you.

“Hi.” You peeped back. Secretly, you were gawking at him. Lars wore a pair of white sweatpants and a black shirt. You’ve never seen him in casual wear, but you were absolutely loving it right now. His glasses weren’t pushed up, loosely sitting below the bridge of his nose, and his hair was still damp. If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what was.

“What’re we watching?” He asked, glancing down at you. You shivered when his eyes locked on to yours.

“Some stupid romcom, you probably won’t like it anyways.” You answered.

“You’re right, I’ll probably think it’s super shitty, but I’ll watch it anyways.” He sighed, tipping his head towards you. You reached up and placed a kiss on his lips. Lars scrunched his eyebrows and sighed. After you pulled away, you patted the seat beside you, beckoning him to sit down. He all but scrambled to get next to you, plopping down with another big sigh.

“How’s your leg?” Lars asked once more, motioning to it with his eyes.

“It has definitely seen better days.” You replied earnestly. He nodded in sincerity, then turned his attention back to whatever you were watching. You looked over at him again before reaching over and slipping your hand into his. He didn't move, so you considered it a win. Taking matters into your hands again, you slid closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Lars' head rested on top of yours immediately and you smiled as he snuggled in closer. You could smell whatever cologne he was wearing, a citrusy, vanilla smell.

"You smell good." You muttered, looking up at him through your lashes. Lars didn't reply, but you could definitely imagine the look on his face. That little embarrassed smile with a scarlet blush dusting his cheeks. You found yourself becoming a little sleepy as you settled in. Blinking a few times, you tried to wake yourself up, but that only made you even more sleepy. Unintentionally, you started to fall asleep. As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear Lars mutter something to you, but you didn't respond.

Somehow, in the middle of the night, you had moved from the sofa, to Lars' bed. Now you only had 2 options as to how you got there. 1. You sleep walked to the bed and magically laid down, or 2. Lars had carried you there. You groaned and opened your eyes, lifting a hand to rub them. You blinked a couple times and sat up. No, Lars wasn't in here. So then, where was he? You slipped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, finding that he wasn't there either. A cup of coffee and some breakfast was left on the counter, along with a note saying,

'I'll be back later, got a couple things I need to work on at the lab. I left you some breakfast and I'm sure you can fend for yourself for lunch. Please don't burn the house down. - Lars' You smiled and picked up the coffee, finding that it was still steaming. You noticed that Lars had made the coffee the way you liked it, which meant he definitely paid attention whenever you ordered it.

After basically spending the whole day exploring Lars' house, you settled into the sofa once more with a random book you had picked out of his bookcase. Hearing keys jingle, you lifted your head from the book and saw Lars venture in. You slowly got up, minding both your head and leg, and made your way over to him.

"Hi handsome, how did work go?" You smiled at him, leaning against the doorway.

"It was...eventful. I got thrown up on by pukey." Lars sighed. You laughed and patted his shoulder.

"That was probably hilarious. I'll make dinner while you take a shower." You said, pushing him along to the bathroom.

"Mmmm, fine. But..." He started before he swooped down and kissed you. Your hand flew to his hair, giving it a nice tug. With that came a loud groan. Lars' gripped your waist and pushed you against the wall. His tongue swiped at your lips, which you gladly accepted. You snatched his glasses and tossed them away, squirming slightly as his nails dug your waist. When he pulled away he grinned,

"Looks like I'm not getting my shower in tonight."

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield x you #lars pinfield x reader #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters x reader #james acaster #james acaster x reader

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kcrossvine-art · 1 year

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whats crackling? whats snackling? in the near future, possibly YOU! This next one might be good for those of yall who dont have big kitchens. Today on our cooking review revue is Golden Hill pears from the Redwall Cookbook-

(for crackling and snackling purposes you can find the original recipe at the bottom to follow along)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Golden Hill Pears?” YOU MIGHT ASK

sugar

water

4 medium pears (peeled, halved, cored)

ground allspice

As you can guess by the ingredients, golden hill pears are just caramelized pears. Am a huge fuckin fan of caramelized stone fruits- peaches, pears, plums,- but contrary to my normal method of using an oven to achieve the desired syrupy goodness, this recipe calls only for a little sauce-pot and lid!

AND, “what does Golden Hill Pears taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

If you've had caramelized fruit before you'll get the gist, however, these are on the higher end in terms of taste 100%

The allspice is such a brush of warmth and comfort

Tastes like cuddling the person you love in front of the fire

Caramel taste is even throughout

Would be so so so good paired with a nice pulled pork stew

And warm apple cider would be perfectionx2

A fulfilling end to a fall season that passed too fast

. Where pear halves called for, strained and used canned pear slices (0% added juice) . Where sugar called for, used fine granulated sugar . Tripled cooking time for initial caramelization

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Go fucking hogwild with the allspice honestly, i used about 2 soup-spoonfuls of it and couldve still probably done more. its up to personal preference but its damn good.

Also; cooked way more evenly than youd think. Once the initial caramelization was done each 'batch' of pears cooked pretty quick.

SO, it took me about 3 tries to get this right as the book describes itself. My first mistake was letting it get to a golden brown color, as the book says you should, because by the time the sugar and water is that color alone in the pan, it is already way too late and is going to burn by the time you add the pears in. You need to add the pears in a bit earlier than whats going to feel right- when the mixture becomes a strong yellow-ish color id say?

The second time, because the first try had burnt, i tried lowering the heat/going against the books advice and stirring throughout. In all previous times ive caramelized something it was good to get some motion in there, so i figured if it burnt before maybe the issue was too much heat and no movement. This didnt work. This instead somehow created massive sugar crystals which over the period of about 30 seconds (once reaching temp and adding to the pan) quickly hardened and had to be chipped away until it broke off the spoon and the pot. Im not a scientist i have no fucking idea.

It mightve tasted good and been a cool cake topper but at this point we were 40 minutes in with no delicious pears so we werent wasting time with tasters.

Third attempt; corrected from previous mistakes. Watched the saucepot like a fuckin HAWK, didnt stir or disturb the pan, had it on medium heat for about 21 minutes until it started turning yellow, added the pears and allspice in immediately, covered and simmered it. I had 2 cans of pears that i strained and patted dry of excess fluid, so with 2 seperate batches for the one pot. I think the second batch came out richer but there wasnt too much a difference. Both came out lovely to eat with the syrup drizzled over top.

All in all, from deciding to make them to having them in my belly, and subtracting failed attempts, id estimate it took about 30 minutes? It would be longer if you prepared the pears yourselves, along with the cooktime for them probably, but its not neccesary for this recipe.

It tastes fuckin good and would be excellent in living situation where all you have available is a portable hot-top. I could see myself making it again now that i know what visual cues to look for.

I give this recipe a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons sugar

4 medium pears, peeled, halved lengthwise and cored

Generous pinch ground allspice

Method:

Put the sugar in the bottom of a heavy saucepan and sprinkle 2 tablespoons of water over it. Cook over medium heat without stirring until the mixture reaches a golden brown caramel, about 7 minutes. (Swirl the pan if the caramel colors unevenly).

Standing back, pour in 1/4 cup of water, taking care as it will spit.

Add the pears and allspice to the pan, cover and simmer until the pears are tender, 10 to 15 minutes.

Use a slotted spoon to transfer the pears to a serving dish. Raise the heat and boil the syrup vigourously for 1 minute.

Pour the syrup over the pears and serve immediately, or let cool and then chill before serving.

#cross cooks redwall #food recipe #caramelized #digital art

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quodekash · 7 months

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this episode may take longer to watch than any episode previously has

flirting at its finest

holy frick I am definitely way more attached to these two than I strictly should be

he just gave his boyfriend a curfew for playing soccer. I love them so much

dshgsdgshdhghfsdgfhagewhsdgfhad

AAAAAASDHSDASHGFAHSFGASHFGAHSGF

IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

KANG ATTACKING HIS BOYFRIEND IN KISSESSSS ERHBDGSHKRB

kaaang

you doofus schmoofus

hes probably fine tho, time blindness, we've seen it happen before (the first time they studied together), so he'll show up, he just got carried away

side note: why doesnt sailom have a phone case

WAIT HANG ON

the last time this happened (sailom giving kang a time for him to come study with him, and kang being over an hour and a half late to that time), it was the first time they'd had a tutoring session. what if this is foreshadowing, and it's about to be the last time they have a tutoring session?? everything's right about to go down, I can feel it. just let me enjoy the fluffiness of everything for a while before we have to suffer in the angst

he DOES want to study, but he struggles with time blindness and hyper focus and he lost track of time and didnt notice but im SURE he rushed home the MINUTE he realised what time it was

sailom, those are your brother's words, not yours

you're only thinking that because your brother implanted it into your mind, and it was a simple explanation that you took because you were worried and scared for him. just listen to kang and let him explain himself

noooo this is like the scene with pimfah in episode 6

SEE?????? LISTEN TO YOUR BOYFRIEND NEXT TIME DOOFUS AND COMMUNICATE BETTER

its fine, its okay, this is a learning experience, a lesson for them, they will grow from this both as a couple and as individuals, its okay, they'll work it out

IMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRY

OH WHO AM I KIDDING, IM SOBBING

oh yeah, see that eye contact there? thats the eye contact of "im probably going to shoot you or be involved in you getting shot, perhaps intentionally perhaps not, while I rob your house because I am poor and I hate the rich"

whaht

ohhh yeah the sprained ankle

lets all just take a moment to appreciate how pretty papang is

thank you that is all

THEY ARE FRIENDS

THEY ARE FRIENDSSSSSS

AAAAAA

they're sitting next to each otherrrrrrr

GOEURLDJSBGVRE

THIS ENTIRE SCENE IS JUST SO PERFECT

1. sailom apologised for getting angry

2. kang apologised for coming home late

3. sailom made sure kang knows that his debts are HIS problem, not kang's

4. sailom is motivating kang to pursue his dreams

5. 'because I have my wind, this windmill can spin' I MEAN COME ON

IM TRYING TO NOT AUDIBLY SOB BUT I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH THEYRE SO CUTE

HE SAID THE LINE BUT WITHOUT THE SAME FLASHBACK OVER AND OVER AGAIN LIKE TWELVE TIMES IN THE ONE EPISODE

this fluff is too much for my gay little heart to handle

luckily its all gonna crash and burn soon tho :)

YESSSS

I love the studying-while-exercising-oishi-drink-breaks

I ALSO LOVE THIS TROPE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

cmon guys just kiss

you got so close last episode

OML

I CANT

THATS SO FUNNY

IVE SEEN SOME GAY-ASS OISHI COMMERCIALS BUT THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE BEST ONE

screaming crying throwing up they're so disgusting (and pls keep it coming I love it)

not that I doubted it before, but respectthepetty is definitely right about that praise kink, no one alive can deny it now

he loves toying with him so much, and I love watching it

T H E P O U T

...you know, I really wish Tumblr allowed more than 30 images per post.

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkanghan #sailomkang #guynawa #guynava #marcpawin #win pawin #marc pahun #pawin kulkaranyawich

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gizm0-gadgetz · 5 months

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Epilouge Au- Chapter 4

Been a while whoops. Kinda short sorry

Allens awake now, and they need to talk. After he comes to terms with being awake again

Time felt so slow as they sat in the waiting room. Lucas was drumming against his legs while Desmond just sat there, thinking. There was so much that had happened he didn't know what to think. After hour of agonizing silence, one of the nurses finally came out.

"You may come in and see him. Please note he's only just awoken, so he's likely delirious. Do not be surprised if he starts spouting nonsense." Desmond couldn't help but roll his eyes as he watched the nurse leave. Lucas had already gotten up and started toward the room, he stopped outside the door.

"You should probably go inside first. He knows you, but I don't think we know each other." Desmond nodded and stepped inside first.

Allen was sat up, well more accurately propped up against a stack of pillows. He seemed focused on the IV coming out of his hand. Desmond wasn't quite sure how to break the silence. Thankfully lucas did. He knocked against the door frame, startling allen. He stared at Lucas, confused before his eyes drifted to Desmond stood next to the man.

"Doc! Mr wales! You!" Allen seemed to stumble over his words a bit, not that it surprised Desmond. The guy had just woken up. "You've come to visit me..! So thoughtful… How ya doing man?" Desmond couldn't help but smile a little at his attitude. He didn't seem too different then before the accident.

"I'm doing alright… Thank you for asking." He nodded and sat down on one of the waiting chairs near the bed. "What about yourself? How are you feeling?"

"Like I just woke up from the worst nightmare in my life…" He shuddered. "Like I've had some bad nightmares but man… This was bad." Allen's eyes drifted toward Lucas again, fidgeting with the IV tube coming out of his hand. Desmond wasn't sure if he was just avoiding eye contact or saw something. "...glad you're doing good doc…it's good. Very good." He nodded but Desmond could tell he wasn't quite focused.

"Are you alright Allen?"

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine…" Allen faces Desmond again. "Fine as I can be… after...all that." His eyes drifted away once again. It was quite obvious that he was on edge. "Real weird question here doc," he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. "Is there a man over there?" He gestured toward the door where Lucas awkwardly stood.

"Hm? Oh! Yes. Yes there is- Lucas!" Desmond looked over to the veteran, who clearly had been lost in thought as he startled upon hearing his name. He could see Allen startle too, though he wasn't quite sure why. "Thats Lucas. Hes…" Desmond trailed off, not quite sure how to describe it.

"Hoping to help fix this mess…" Lucas spoke much softer than before. "Lucas Cole." He did a mini salute. "Nice to properly meet you." He wasn't sure what else to say, what was there to say? He didn't want to scare the guy. "Desmond insisted we come and check on you.." He shrugged, leaning against the wall.

"Right..uhm… Right." Allen shook as he took a few deep breaths. "Hello.. Lu..Lucas…" He quickly turned to look at Desmond again. "I didn't realize he was actually there- this..this can't be good man. I..i.. Ya can't just trust these guys.." Allen was clearly struggling to process his thoughts, constantly glancing at Lucas quickly. "You just can't…" He moved to fidget with his hair, stopping upon realizing it wasn't as long as usual. "Oh no..thats not right either…" His hands started to shake more as he tried to focus on his breathing.

"Its alright, I promise-" Desmond tried to calm the younger man but he was interrupted.

"Yes! Yes… yes… it's fine. Alright. Everythings fine and dandy and there's nothing to be worrying about...heh…" He smiled weakly at Lucas. "Just an accident after all… just an accident… heh…" He knew it wasn't very convincing but he hoped the gentleman in the corner wouldn't push. "Y'know..accidents happen all the time… just a normal guy..in the wrong place…"

"Allen," Desmond's tone was soft but firm as he slowly took the other's hand. "Deep breaths. You know this trick. In and out."

"Trick…?" He blinked a few times staring at Desmond's hand. "Oh! Yes… This trick. In…." He took a deep but shaky breath in, "and out…" He slowly stopped shaking, closing his eyes momentarily. "In and out. Focus on what's real." He ran his other hand across the fabric of the bed. They all just waited in silence as he slowly came to grip with reality again. "Sorry.."

"I told you allen, you dont need to be sorry. Its fine."

"Thanks doc." He smiled a bit, genuine this time. "...why did you come visit me..? Did you know id wake up?"

"No… No i did not. I just…" Desmond trailed off, trying to figure out how to explain it. "I just hoped you'd be up." He shook his head. "Thats not the focus. I have some stuff i need to explain… To both of you." His tone changed, it was time to get serious.

"Both of us..? What does...Lucas have to do with me?" Allen was confused more than anything else.

"You'll understand in a second… Just...let me explain." Desmond took a deep breath and began explaining the journey he had been on.

#in sound mind #in sound mind au #epilouge au #in sound mind allen shore #in sound mind desmond wales #in sound mind lucas cole #gizm0 writing #desmond wales #allen shore #lucas cole

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corvuscorona · 6 months

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SHADOW MONSTER - an Astos playlist

...for when you need to spend about an hour rotating that guy in your mind at top speed, or at least a little faster than chillout speed.

(YouTube playlist here) • (tracklist etc. below the cut)

Needed a playlist I could Think About Astos To while doing chores or whatever & it turned out I had the ammunition I needed to be kinda picky, so I'm sharing it here with all my comrades-in-Astos-scholarship, too! You know, in case you also need some music to Think About Astos To. Which seems possible-to-likely, I think.

I have only included tracks that are reasonably well balanced for Normal Listening (just please forgive me for the PS2 synth horns in "finish the promise" if you can find it in your heart). Also, if you use the YT playlist, Man Human is shorter than it should be, so listen to it twice if you want.

ACT I: IMPETUS

Creep City • Jake Shears I said I'd hang on for the ride / now I'm hanging on for dear life / …is that a real knife? バケモノ信者 (Bakemono Shinja / Monster Believer) • MAIKI-P 人の顔した　バケモノさ / 気づけば僕も　バケモノさ • hito no kao shita bakemono sa / kizukeba boku mo bakemono sa it's a monster with a human face / and now that I think about it, I'm a monster, too 心臓 (Shinzō / Heart[1]) • TOOBOE 蘇ってしまうよ　貴方の為なら幾らでも / 間違いも愛せるよ　馬鹿なもんでさ / 生き返ってしまうよ　貴方がくれた命だから • yomigaette shimau yo anata no tame nara ikura demo / machigai mo aiseru yo baka na monde sa / ikikaette shimau yo anata ga kureta inochidakara for you, I'd revive again and again / loving even the mistakes, fool that I am / I'll come back to life because it's the life you gave me

ACT II: THE PROCESS

Bleed it Out • Linkin Park half the words don't mean a thing / and I know that I won't be satisfied Man Human • Denki Groove for Devilman Crybaby Just One Yesterday • Fall Out Boy I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way / still, I'd trade all my tomorrows…

ACT III: MADNESS

Décolleté • Kenshi Yonezu 兎角疲れました / 数えるから直ぐに消えて • tokaku tsukaremashita / kazoeru kara sugu ni kiete at any rate, I'm exhausted / I'll count, so hurry up and disappear [2] うみなおし (Uminaoshi / Rebirth[3]) • Maretu 君は何も悪くないぜ / (多分) • kimi wa nani mo warukunai ze / (tabun) you've done nothing wrong / (probably) 空想メソロギヰ (Kuusou Mesorogiwi / Fantastical Mesology) • Yousei Teikoku for Future Diary (See [4] below.)

ACT IV: FOR WHAT

A Good Song Never Dies • Saint Motel it just reminds you of where you were / the first time it made you cry / the first time you felt alive… SHADOW MONSTER • Toki Asako 探しものは踊らなきゃ見つからない • sagashimono wa odoranakya mitsukaranai if we don't dance, we won't find what we're looking for.

ACT V: RESOLVE

JUMPER • CAPSULE anger stress and secrets they won't break you wake up put aside you(')r(e) feeling nothing freely speed up landing stepping jumping jump Leave The Light On • Overcoats what if I don't make it home / you're not there, and the light's not on

ACT VI: THE END

still feel. • half•alive when it's hopeless, I start to notice / that I still feel alive finish the promise • MOTOO FUJIWARA for Tales of the Abyss White Light • Superfly for Tales of Zestiria 正解なんてない間違いなんてない / 塗り替えてゆけ在るべき世界へ • seikai nante nai machigai nante nai / nurikaete yuke arubeki sekai e there's no such thing as right; there's no such thing as wrong / remake this world into what it should have been

( NOTES )

[1] - Specifically the anatomical term. Metaphorical uses of this word do seem to be a thing, but skew more towards meaning something like "courage" (think "guts" or "spine") as opposed to 心 (kokoro) on its own, which is used for something more like "essence", "spirit", "soul". Incidentally, I highly… HIGHLY recommend watching the MV for this one (Check the YT link before the readmore)! [2] - Eternal plug for vgperson, who has been my source for Kenshi Yonezu lyrics since something like 2010, and is the backbone of society. Check out the full translation there (ctrl+F the title!) to get a feel for this song's whole... vibe (which I'd describe as a very specific flavor of "fuck. god damn it. whatever; leave me alone," which of course is why it's here). [3] - There's a footnote on the Vocaloid Lyrics Wiki page for this song that conveys something interesting about the title; it says: "'Uminaoshi' isn’t a word that’s typically used to mean 'rebirth'; rather, it is a compound made up of a word meaning 'to give birth' and a word that carries the sense of doing something over to fix mistakes, because you messed it up the last time," which is fun, I think. [4] - This song's lyrics are poetic in a way that makes them difficult to interpret as-written, let alone translate in a way that makes literally any sense at all. The official MV does have English subtitles that are NOT auto-translated, though. Those are the most coherent piece of information I can give you (check the YT link before the readmore!) re: why the Future Diary OP is even in this playlist, except for this statement: it's about breaking free of a time loop that's being treated like a game in some way by The Entity In Charge Of It. (And also, it sounds like... you know, like the way that it sounds.)

#stranger of paradise #stranger of paradise final fantasy origin #sopffo #hi everybody I'm going to go write fic now I just had to get this OUT of my drafts and into your ears first. thank you I love you bye #EDIT: my wife (immediately): 'what kind of play has six acts' listen is there a better way to separate a chunk into smaller chunks #which I think u should eat in order? NO? didn't think so.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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tuesday again 2/28/2023

goodbye february!

listening

night beats by hex. @slothshark has done a much better writeup of the aural soundscape than me (partially deaf) ever could. it sounds like its cover art. it knocked my fuckin socks off. this thing is SO textured, it's like taking a nylon scrubber to the inside of my skull (in a very good way). the way the reverb and the slight feedback blend is just. mwah. also features a close cousin of the morricone WAH WAH WAH wail!

reading

raymond chandler's the big sleep. once again i trust that we are all adults who know that many genre works, including this one, are very much products of their time. however this one is exceptionally racist and homophobic for its time. chandler can't quite make up his mind how he feels about Jews.

it reads very much like a first novel, the plot and pacing unfold like a colt getting up. i like the solution of the book much more, but even though the movie's plot is a little less coherent it has more Vibes. another first novel problem is that it's a little embarrassed of itself-- this line dampens every cool line aferwards.

"Neat, huh?" Brody said. "Just kind of stand up a minute. Come forward just about two yards. You might grab a little air while you're doing that." His voice was the elaborately casual voice of the tough guy in pictures. Pictures have made them all like that.

which immediately dampens the following lines and every cool line thereafter in the book

"Tsk, tsk," I said, not moving at all. "Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. You're the second guy I've met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail. Put it down and don't be silly, Joe."

a baffling choice the movie makes, which makes it far less coherent, is changing vivian's husband from the missing sean ryan to rutledge, Some Guy she's divorced who is never seen on screen or mentioned again. i'm not sure why this adaptational choice was made but probably a censor issue? maybe howard hawks thought marlowe would look bad if he went after a woman who was looking for her missing husband? in the movie marlowe already makes a pass at nearly every woman he meets except carmen, who is barely grown and frankly doesn't hold a fucking candle to her sister vivian.

how'd i find this: the big sleep was the first movie i watched this year and i have not been able to stop thinking about it for two months. i think i slightly prefer dashiell hammet's prose to chandler's, but chandler wrote some of my favorite short stories.

watching

witness for the prosecution (1957, dir. billy wilder)

this movie ended with a fascinating early piece of spoiler culture: “The management of this theater suggests that for the greater entertainment of your friends who have not yet seen the picture, you will not divulge to anyone the secret of the ending of Witness for the Prosecution.”

youtube

when i watch movies made by directors i already know i like, i have a good time! who would have thought!

another fucking scintillating Wilder movie to showcase some of the greatest character work ive ever seen. despite (maybe because of) the numerous twists, it’s one of the fairest mysteries ive ever seen. i don't think knowing the twist spoils the film, bc it's really know what happens but HOW it happens, but i find myself reluctant to discuss the ending at all.

how'd i find this: had kanopy credits to use up, thought this would be a good movie to knit to. partially right bc i got a fuck of a lot of rows done bc i was knitting faster and faster as it careened along. there was a cramp in my jaw from clenching my teeth so hard.

playing

still fuckin around and finding out in fallo/ut 4, still in beautiful postapoc maine.

the lighthouse at brooke's head fixed itself and now at the proper distance from the ground. did not go inside bc i was overencumbered by like five hundred pounds and wanted to go finish my house on longfellow's little islet.

hi valentine. the proportions are. not ideal and i probably should have built it facing the inner harbor for maximum hurricane resistance. it is not the most efficient house i have ever built, bc it only has three bedrooms. however! i imagine it is the main hub for supplies coming in and out of my far harbor settlements/a meeting place for the islanders. hence the enormous table and extra bar stools behind the counter. this first one is looking back toward the front door.

i guess ppl could crash on the trio of couches if they needed to. when you walk into the ground floor, you pass a narrow but deep kitchen, and a little pantry and separate full bath that split off the main living/dining bookcase area like so.

the upstairs has one Very large bedroom for a couple, two smaller bedrooms with armor and gun workbenches, and another full bath. plus a little seating area jammed into the spot behind the stairs and a continuation up the stairs of the "weapons i don't want to sell but don't want to carry around" wall. this house is too bright, doesn't have enough stuff on the walls/enough chairs everywhere to be a real new england house, plus the stairs are very much up to code. but i do like it.

my fucking KINGDOM for washers and dryers as buildable objects in the base game. also my fucking KINGDOM for a bay window as a buildable object in the base game.

making

will not have my femslash feb piece ready by tonight :(

in other making news, i would rec these white bean/kale/rice bowls. surprisingly easy to make bc all you have to do is make rice and wilt some kale and then assemble a bunch of stuff. i did not add walnuts bc i do not like them, i did not add feta bc the grocery budget is a little tight this month, and i did not make the viniagrette from scratch bc i had a perfectly good one in the fridge. i did not think this was going to be filling and resigned myself to huge portions, but this is surprisingly filling i guess bc beans and rice are a complete protein? my primary care doc will love this for me bc 1) vegetarian and 2) v heart healthy. i would definitely up the rice to two or even two and a half cups, bc i assembled four bowls at once for lunch/dunner and they were a little scant on the rice. luckily i had a fuckoff huge bunch of kale to make up for it.

will be making it again bc it requires shockingly little prep and (once you've bought the giant jar of sun dried tomatoes) pretty cheap.

three! and a fifth! blanket! repeats!!!

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years

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I uh... I Don't Know What Those Stains Are

Summary: Steve finds out the hard way what the stains on Eddie's sheets are. Eddie is understandably upset, Steve handles it gracefully.

Word Count: 3,422

Warnings: BED WETTING!!! Ive had this in my brain since i saw Eddie's sheets. And i know its made a joke of in the show. But it wasn't really funny to me. And I've seen people using it to say rude things and i just have to say, just because something is stained doesn't mean it's dirty. Eddie is poor, so he cant just replace his sheets all the time.

Anyway, this is literally a fic a about Eddie wetting the bed. So if you're not interested in reading about that, then don't read this. And please don't come into the comments and be rude about it. It's just a headcanon of mine. And i don't treat it lightly or anything. It's a real thing that happens to real people. So just, be nice and chill about it, or just don't read it. Thanks for being respectful!

Ao3

"You gotta leave." It's mumbled into Steve's chest, sleep heavy as Eddie's hands pat at his shirt, a half assed effort to push Steve out of bed, to push him away.

"Mhm. Five more minutes." Steve sighs back, his hand falling on top of Eddie's, holding his hand down. His eyes are closed but he feels Eddie smile into his shoulder, his fingers pressing themselves up into Steve's hand.

"Mkay, but then you gotta go." He sighs, snuggling closer.

"Mhm." Steve hums, his eyes blinking slowly once before falling closed again. He tangles his fingers with Eddie's and smiles.

They've been doing this for months now. Sleeping together. In the literal sense of the word. Eddie had called him, maybe 4 months ago, in the middle of the night. His voice shaking. Apologies dripping off his tongue even as he asked if Steve was okay. And Steve knew, immediately what had happened. He'd been out of bed in seconds, tugging on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He'd been at Eddie's maybe ten mintues later.

Eddie had opened the door, looking shaken, his bangs shoved up off his head like he'd had his hands shoved up there. He'd let Steve in and then let Steve hold him while he cried. He'd sobbed into Steve's chest and they'd ended up curled around each other in Eddie's bed.

After that Steve sort of just, started showing up at Eddie's in the evening. Sometimes they'd watch movies. Steve would order pizza. He'd made Eddie laugh so hard one night that cherry coke had come out his nose. He's still pretty proud of that. But Steve's favorite nights were the nights Eddie would read to him. It's not that he couldn't read things himself, but after everything that had happened, he'd get headaches now, when he read for too long.

He'd told Eddie that one night, when they were laying in bed, both of them sleepy. And Eddie had told him it was probably all the head trauma. And he hadn't been joking. Not like normal. He'd moved his hand to Steve's head and drawn a heart on his forhead, his fingertips warm against Steve's skin. Steve had nodded, murmured that he missed reading sometimes, not that he did a lot of it. But he couldn't now, even if he wanted.

Eddie had read to him the next night. He'd slung his legs into Steve's lap and settled in. Steve had held Eddie's ankle as he started reading, letting his head fall back, fighting the tight feeling in his chest and throat as Eddie read to him about Hobbit holes, and dragons, and adventure. He wiped away one tear and then closed his eyes, smiling everytime Eddie did a different voice for him.

They'd always end up in Eddie's bed. Steve wasn't sure what they were. They hadn't kissed or anything. He'd caught Eddie staring at his mouth more than once, but he'd always startle away when he noticed Steve noticing. But they always ended up in his bed, curled around each other, resting peacefully until Eddie kicked him out.

He didn't kick him out meanly. It was just an agreement they'd had from the start. They'd lay in bed, talking, cuddling, resting, until about three in the morning. And then Steve would go home. Eddie always teasing him about not wanting to ruin his shining reputation by having Steve Harrington sleep over. Steve would snort, everytime, and give Eddie's hand a squeeze before heading home.

But tonight was different. It was raining. Really raining, for the first time in awhile. The down pour on the roof sending them both to sleep. Eddie's hand in Steve's on his chest. Both of them sinking deeper and deeper into each other as the rain falls outside. Steve sighs once more, and let's his head fall to the side, resting against Eddie's as he falls asleep.

~*~

He's wet.

Steve groans, pulling himself from sleep with effort. His hand patting at Eddie's on his chest.

"Eds wake up." He groans again, his eyes moving to the ceiling, looking for a leak. His thigh is wet, and warm. And it dawns on him too late that the wetness is right where Eddie's hips are pressed against him. Eddie hums in his sleep, his fingers curling in Steve's sweatshirt as he stirs. Steve's heart is beating fast in his chest as he looks down at them, pressed together, and wet. But Eddie isn't hard, and it's not that kind of wetness, Steve is... intimately aware of that kind of wetness.

His mind races until it lands on the mental image of Eddie's sheets. Stained sheets. They're always clean, the sheets, smelling like Eddie's laundry detergent. Just stained, from age, and something Eddie never commented on, save for that once, in the upside down. Steve's fingers clench around Eddie's, too hard, and Eddie stirs, making a confused noise in his sleep.

"Shit." Steve whispers, trying not to move as his heart pounds in his chest. This is why Eddie always kicks him out. Never lets him stay. Because he wets the bed. And he didn't want Steve to know. Didn't want exactly this, to happen. But Steve can't just let them lay here, they need to get cleaned up. So he closes his eyes, takes a deep breathe, and reaches for Eddie.

"Eddie. Hey. You gotta wake up." He whispers, knows he needs to raise his voice. Eddie frowns but doesn't move.

"Come on Eds, wake up." He shakes Eddie's shoulder, watches his eyes flutter open, their glassy gaze lands on Steve.

"Hey. Don't freak out okay?" Steve says, keeping his voice calm. But it's too late. He watches, helpless to do anything, as Eddie realizes what's happened. He shoves himself away from Steve, scrambling up off the bed.

"No no no no." His frantic whispers are loud in the quiet room as he backs away from Steve, trying to cover the wet spot on his pajama pants. He nearly trips in his haste to get away, Steve reaches out, automatically, to try and catch him. Eddie slaps his hands away and glares at him.

"Why didn't you leave?" He whispers, his teeth biting into his lip as his eyes fall to his matress.

"I fell asleep I'm sor-"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE? I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!" Eddie screams, his voice high and shrill with panic. Steve startles backwards, watches as Eddie's breathing rattles out of his chest. He's pacing now, as much as he can in the small space.

"Eddie it's-"

"Get out." His voice is low. Steve's out-stretched hands fall to his sides.

"What?" His hands move to his hips, he doesn't know where else to put them. Eddie's eyes snap up, they're dark as they land on Steve.

"Get. Out." He whispers, but it's full of emotion, held back anger, Steve thinks. He shakes his head, can't help it, he doesn't want to leave. Not right now.

"No. I- listen. Eddie just let me-"

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" his voice is screeching again as he grabs Steve and shoves him toward the door with each word. His hands slamming into Steve's shoudlers until he tumbles through Eddie's bedroom door. He stumbles backwards, and runs toward the front door as Eddie slams his bedroom door. Shutting it between them. Steve staggers to his car. His hand stops on the handle. His shirt is already soaked through from the rain. He pushes his hands through his hair and looks back at the trailer. He clenches his shaking hands and moves back toward the door.

He moves quietly through the trailer, stops outside Eddie's door, leaning his head against it. His fingers curl over the door knob but he doesn't turn it. Then he hears Eddie crying. He's through the door before he has time to think about it. Eddie doesn't even look up.

He's on the floor, curled around himself, his back to the wall. His sheets are in a pile on the floor, he'd clearly ripped them off in anger. There are a few other things scattered around the room. Like he'd thrown them and then given up. Steve sighs and goes to him.

He drops to his knees in front of Eddie. His arms are wrapped around his head, his head resting on his knees. Steve reaches out, his hands falling over Eddie's, he startles, his body twitching, but he doesn't look at him.

"I told you to leave." His voice is muffled.

"I know. But I'm not going to." Steve moves his thumb over Eddie's wrist.

"Can you look at me?" Eddie shakes his head, his hair shaking. Steve smiles, despite the situation they're in.

"Please?" He tries. Eddie shakes his head again, sniffles.

"Pretty please?" Steve tries again, squeezing Eddie's wrist.

"Steve." It's a warning.

"Not even with a cherry on top?" He doesn't shake his head this time. But he doesn't look up either.

"Eds. Please." He tightens his grip on Eddie's wrist and moves one hand away from his head. As he drops Eddie's hand down, Eddie looks up at him. His eyes shining with tears. As soon as he meets Steve's gaze he grimaces and looks away again.

"Hey hey, no. Look at me." Steve reaches out, cupping Eddie's cheek and guiding his sight line back to him.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care." He tries to make Eddie believe, with just those words, but he scoffs, rolls his eyes.

"Don't do that." Eddie's voice is shaking.

"I'm serious. It's doesn't matter to me. Okay? I don't care." Steve assures, firm. Eddie swallows, hard. And Steve can see it, he wants to believe Steve, but he shakes his head again at the last second and looks away, resting his forhead on his knee.

"Of course you care. I wet the bed like a fucking child Steve. You can't not care about that." He huffs, and Steve can hear the self depreciation, it makes his chest ache.

"Well I don't. So you're wrong." Steve dismisses, Eddie's head snaps up. His eyes narrow as he moves them over Steve's face. Steve just looks at him. His big brown eyes, sad, still glassy with tears, his bottom lip an angry red from his teeth digging into it. His cheeks flushed, from embarrassment, or from crying, Steve isn't sure. The only thing Steve is sure of, is that he looks beautiful. Eddie is beautiful. Always has been. Images of Eddie staring at him flash through his head at lightning speed as he watches Eddie's tongue peak out to sooth over his lip.

"Eddie." His heart is pounding, his chest rising and falling quickly, like he's been running. Eddie swallows hard again, shrinking away a little as Steve stares at him. Steve moves his hand back to Eddie's face, his thumb moving across Eddie's cheek gently. He watches Eddie lean into the touch like a cat and makes up his mind.

"Steve?" Eddie's brow furrows and Steve moves, closing the small space between them, pressing his lips to Eddie's. The suprised sound that startles out of Eddie makes him smile, breaking the kiss. Eddie is still frowning.

"I don't care. It'll take a lot more than that to scare me away, okay?" He soothes his thumb over Eddie's cheek again. Eddie nods, slowly, his eyes moving rapidly over Steve's face. Steve smiles, Eddie graces him with a small smile in return. Steve moves his hand, places it in Eddie's, and pulls him to his feet.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He whispers, dragging Eddie to the bathroom. Steve moves his hands to Eddie's waist, his fingers curling into Eddie's waistband. Eddie's hands move, grabbing his wrists.

"Steve you don't have to-"

"I want to." Steve insistes, looking at Eddie, nodding once, trying to make him understand that he's here, he's not going anywhere.

"You gonna shower with me too?" Eddie jokes, his fingers sliding away from Steve's wrists.

"I can if you want." Steve shrugs, it's not a big deal. Except that judging by Eddie's face, it might be a big deal.

"I mean, or not. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." Steve says in a rush. Eddie smiles then, really smiles.

"It won't make me uncomfortable." He says sofly, his hand moving up, into Steve's hair.

"You're wet." His brow is furrowed again, like he's just noticed.

"It's raining." He says, swaying forward, letting his forhead rest against Eddie's.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. And I hit you too. Shit. I'm so sorry." Eddie's arms wrap around his waist as his head falls to Steve's shoulder.

"You're forgiven." He rubs his hands up and down Eddie's back as he squeezes him tighter.

Steve helps him undress, and then undresses himself, tossing their clothes in a pile on the floor. Eddie gets the water warm and they step in. They don't talk. And Steve's pretty sure he's never done anything this intimate, with anyone. It's not sexual, its just them, under the water. Eddie fills his hand with bodywash and tosses the bottle to Steve. They wash themselves, backs to each other. And then Steve takes a chance. He turns, moves his hand to Eddie's back. Eddie jumps, but doesn't shy away, in fact he presses into the touch. Steve smiles and moves soap over Eddie's back, his hands lathering in small circles, Eddie sighs and his shoulders finally relax. He turns and motions for Steve to turn around.

Eddie's hands on his back make him shiver. He always so gentle with Steve. Even when he teases and pokes at him. His hands are warm, as they lather soap into the small of his back, up over his shoulders, Eddie's fingers press into his neck gently and Steve feels the tension leave his own shoulders. Eddie's arm wraps around his middle and Steve lets him pull him under the warm spray of water, the suds running off them as Steve turns in his arms.

Steve moves his hands over Eddie's shoulders, smiling when Eddie blinks at him, he pushes Eddie's bangs back, his fingers moving carefully through his hair. Eddie moves fast, wrapping himself around Steve tighter, his arms squeezing around Steve's middle. He shoves his face into Steve's shoulder as Steve holds him, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back.

"Thank you for not leaving." Eddie's voice is shaking again, his chest flutters agaisnt Steve's and Steve pulls back, holding Eddie's face between his hands.

"I'm not going anywhere." He presses a kiss to Eddie's nose. It makes him laugh, and Steve moves forward again, needing to taste that smile. Eddie's teeth click against his before he does his best to kiss him back through his laughter. Steve pulls back, bumps his nose into Eddie's and then shuts the water off.

They both use Eddie's towel to dry, and Eddie grabs a pair of clean sweatpants for Steve. They both pull on clean clothes and Steve grabs a blanket from the living room, lays it out on Eddie's bed. Eddie crawls in and holds his hand out to Steve.

"One sec." Steve says, he grabs their wet clothes and the sheets on the floor. He pads to the small washing machine and tosses them in, then goes back to Eddie. He finds him sitting on the bed, legs crossed, his hands fiddling with his pantleg, looking up at him with tears in his eyes again.

"What? What happened?" Steve asks, sitting down in front of him quickly. Eddie shakes his head and wipes at his face.

"Nothing. Nothing I'm just- I'm just glad you're here." Eddie laughs, breathily, and Steve smiles, pushes Eddie back on the matress and settles beside him. Eddie curls into him, hesitant, as his hips brush Steve. Steve smiles, shoves his arm under Eddie and pulls him flush agaisnt him. Eddie melts into him. His fingers moving through the hair on Steve's chest, making him shiver.

"I am sorry. That you had to deal with all this." Eddie waves his hand at himself, at the bed. Steve grabs his hand, laces their fingers, and rests their tangled hands on his chest.

"It's fine Eddie. It's not like it was a total surprise. I mean I've seen your sheets." He glances over at Eddie who looks shocked, he smacks Steve's chest with their joined hands.

"Um okay rude. Those stains could have been anything!" His voice squeaks as he lifts himself to his elbow to look down at Steve. Steve looks up at him, raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah okay fair enough." Eddie sighs, falling back down onto Steve, his hair tickling his neck, Steve doesn't mind much.

"Can I-" Steve starts, and then stops, not sure if it's rude to ask.

"It started when my dad left me here." Eddie supplies, already knowing what Steve wanted to ask apparently.

"He left you here?" Steve moves his free hand up over Eddie's shoulder, his fingers moving over Eddie's arm in nonsensical circles.

"Yeah. I mean, my uncle basically threatened him into it. Which was nice. But ya know, children abandoned by their parents often have bed wetting issues. It's a thing." Eddie nods against his shoulder, pulling his hand from Steve's to trace circles into his skin.

"Sounds super technical." Steve hums, smiling into Eddie's hair.

"It is. I read it in a book an everything." He nods, bumping Steve with his head, Steve uses the opportunity to press a kiss into his hair.

"It stopped. Mostly. For awhile. But after... after everything that happened. It started again." Eddie shrugs, his fingers press harder into Steve's chest and then move in gentle circles again. Steve pulls Eddie closer, finding his hand again on his chest and holding onto it.

"I'm sorry. That it started again. Does anything help? Or make it stop?" Steve asks, his fingers moving between Eddie's as he watches their hands. He moves his fingers over Eddie's ornate ring, his thumb pressing against the warm metal.

"You do." Eddie says. Whispers it into Steve's skin.

"Oh yeah?" Steve whispers back.

"Yeah. I mean, usually. Obviously not tonight. But I'm blaming the rain for this one." Eddie shakes his head a little, moves his fingers between Steve's and drops their hands.

"I won't argue with that." He moves his hand up Eddie's arm, into his hair. Eddie sighs, squirms a little closer, wraps his arm around Steve's middle and tugs.

"First time for everything I guess." Eddie hums. Steve can feel him falling alseep. He moves his fingers over Eddie's scalp.

"Do you want me to leave?" Steve whispers, moving a bit so he can look at Eddie, his fingers itch to touch his face, and then he remembers he can now. He moves his fingertips across Eddie's cheeks and watches his eyes flutter open.

"No. No I want you to stay. I've always wanted you to stay." Eddie says, his eyes clear as he watches Steve watch him.

"Always?" Steve moves his finger down the bridge of Eddie nose, making him scrunch his face at the tickle.

"Yeah. Since that first night you came over. Already kinda had a big ol crush on you." He scrunches his face again at the admission. Steve chuckles, pulls Eddie's hair off his neck so he can touch his skin instead. Eddie shivers at the touch.

"I think I kinda knew that." Steve smiles, kisses Eddie's cheek.

"And you crawled into my bed anyway? Risky." Eddie teases, his fingers dancing over Steve's ribs, making him squirm. Steve shrugs, moves his hand over Eddie's cheek, pressing into the soft skin there, Eddie's eyes flutter at the touch, Steve can feel his cheek dimple as he smiles.

"Some things are worth the risk." He breathes agaisnt Eddie's lips, smiling when Eddie gasps into his mouth. He deepens the kiss, for a moment, savoring the way Eddie tastes, the way his tongue moves against his, the way his breath catches when Steve presses his teeth into his lip gently. Steve pulls back, both of them sighing, he bumps his nose into Eddie's again, lets his head fall back on Eddie's pillow.

Eddie curls into him, his leg pressing between Steve's as he settles agaisnt him. Steve curls his fingers over Eddie's neck and holds him close. He hears, and feels, Eddie mumble into his shoulder, finally asleep, and lets his own eyes fall closed. He listens to the rain, moves his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand on his chest, and lets himself fall alseep in Eddie's arms.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing #mine #my fic #steve x eddie

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hii!! i love love LOVE edge (its one of the one WIP fics ive been invested in long enough to actually keep up w updated its genuinely my favourite fic ever) and its made me actually start watching killing eve (as in literally pressing play on episode one 5 seconds ago) after having it on my watch list for years, is there any point i should stop watching to avoid edge spoilers or is edge more of an Inspired By and i can watch killing eve freely without worrying abt all that? <33

once again sorry this is way later of a response than you probably expected, it's entirely possible you've watched the show 4 times by now, but i'd say that if you're caught up with edge, you can definitely watch freely without worrying about spoilers. only parts 1 and 2 have direct relations to the killing eve storylines, parts 3/4 are entirely different, with a couple random references or themes sprinkled in for fun. i would say part 1 of edge and season 1 of ke are closest in terms of direct 'adaptation', and then part 2 borrows a couple major moments from s2 with a different context, and once part 3 rolls around you don't have to worry at all

#hopefully that makes sense 😅#answers #fic: edge

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iworshipsappho · 8 months

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aaah tack for the tag!! @rosetintedgreyspaces :D <33

Favourite colour and why? ooh red and honestly idk i think i was like 4 or smth when i went oooh blood = cool and blood is red therefore red=cool and i love that for me

Five comfort movies: oof uhh red white and royal blue for sure yeah, maan karate,vip and remo are some really feel good tamil movies for me and uhh badhaai do :33

Favourite season and why? oof definitely has to be whatever we have from october to january here. literally all the other months are hot humid pressure cookers :')

Favourite book(s): YOU CAN'T MAKE ME PICKKKKK. but like the obvious answers here are RWRB, the song of achilles, one last stop, ooh room on the roof by ruskin bond one of my comfort books for sure, oh and this one book i read called my life as a book, changed my life as a kid honestly. other than that we have the toa series and uhh the iliad and odyssey which i havent gotten to yet but do love

favourite aesthetic(s)and why? mmmm im a big fan of dark academia but tbf i do love most aesthetics in varying multitudes, never really got much into it

Favourite genre and why? genre as in music or media?? idk in media it is definitely queer romance atm used to be mystery and mythology. and for music i more or less listen to anything and everything thats vibey

Favourite clothes style: baggy tshirts and shorts >>>>> but thats usually for at home. when i head out ive been layering a baggy tshirt over a white shirt paired with brown pants/jeans off late. layering is one of my favourite styles for sure, the whole academia vibes or the 'teenage dirtbag' style is what i usually go for ig

Favourite music genres: ohhh music here, yeah as i said if its good me likey

Favourite artists: oof long list coming up :]] uhh taylor swift, omar rudberg, the front bottoms, wilbur soot as well as lovejoy>>>, jeff satur my beloved bottom, cavetownnnnnn, conan gray ofc, queen and then uhh mitski

Favourite song(s): i for the life of me cant possibly pick now can i???? BUT rn ive been obsessed with theseee

Favourite fandoms: young royals fandom my beloved, closely followed by mcyt bc that was my firstever proper fandom and fuck yeah for that!!! (still very much into that so les gooo qsmp and tommyinnit my beloved) and well im not really part of any fandoms save for these and rwrb tbf? oh how could i forget!!!! KINNPORSCHE!!!! love that for us

Hobbies: oof uhh reading, writing and playing minecraft or watching cubitos on minecraft probably lmao

Care language you give: i think i usually show my care in the form of words i think? pretty sure yeah

Care language you like to receive: mmmm physical touch <333

Are you an introvert/extrovert/ambivert: ehhh its pretty fluctuating. used to be introverted, getting more and more out of my shell off late. so ambivert it is ig

Morning or night person? again idfk at this point man what even is time anymore fjdksgksfg uhh night person probably tho i like satying up faaar more than i like waking up early

City, country or suburbs and why? uhhhh never really thought about it? idk on one hand i do want the quiet of the country but idk if ill survive with the constant bustle of a city ykn. and never really experienced to much of suburban life except for when i lived in australia for a few months so yeah idk

Favourite time of day and why? that time between like 5-8. the hours go by so quick and hte fucking sunset etc etc

Do you have any religious beliefs(don’t have to answer if not comfortable)? mmm vaguely religious from time to time

What does your ideal family look like to you? again its faaar too much in the future for me to have given it a thought but but ik for sure that ive always wanted kids, so thats the only definitive there

Dream future: mmm im an author lving in a little cottage just surrounded by overflowing love and creativity and nature etc etc. very ruskin bond-esque

Dream place to visit: greece and rome for sureeee. and thenn uh nyc just for the vibes of it ykn also uhh sweden for reasons ;)

Favourite type of nature: mmmm rainforests my beloved. absolutely love the earthy smell and just how fucking alive it is man like >>>>> oh also the fucking hills of north east india. lomls would drop everything and go there again no questions asked. and ofc beaches. be aches are just based

Favourite habitat (eg jungle, desert, tundra etc): mmm i have a special place in my heart for tundras and the savannah idk why. i just love that life fucking THRIVES despite ykn the harsh(er) conditions

How would you describe yourself in 4 words: dumb, enthusiastic, creative and uhhhh complicated

If you could be another thing on earth what would it be: oooo idfkkkk theres just sooooo many options i could literally be a fucking manatee!!!! or a vampire or or a mudskipper!!!!! wait can i be food?!?!?! id be garlic man ajskdsfl the fucking irony of wanting to be both a vampire and a garlic clove oooh id love to be a grapefruit ngl. omg i could be an actual monkey???? id be one of those spider monkeys man so fucking cool. gosh i could just oughhhh creatures and inanimate shit man. so cool

Favourite type of weather: i loveeeee thunderstorms. top tier weather. as long as its not during deepavali. if it rains when im trying to burst my crackers? im sorry but earth can perish /j

If you could travel anywhere right now we here would it be: is my girlfriend's house a valid answer? bc thats where i wanna be right now baksdflsd. uhh idk tbh maybe like oooh i wanna go to puducherry ngl i miss the beachhhh even tho i literally just went like a week ago man. its right here-

Do you have any fears (serious or otherwise): ehhh not as far as im aware. not materialistic ones atleast. ive always had a fear of being forgotten or left behind

Dream job: uhh a writer for sure

Would you be a pirate/vampire/cowboy/astronaut/werewolf/wizard/witch/knight/cryptid and why? VAMPIREVAMPIREVAMPIREVAMPIRE!!!!! i literally get to suck blood in the most homoerotic way possible- what more could i literally ask for ahfjdsflk pirates/knights are a close second tho fucking love them could go on a whole tirade if i wasnt to tired for it

tagging uhh @elblorbo @stygianirondiangelo @foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland @daylightsimon @desi-yearning @altruistic-meme @spaghett-onaplate @mirabel-on-a-bicycle

💜

#tag game #methinks mesays.

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the ahs seasons and what i think of them:

murder house - when u think of ahs u think murder house. its a classic. some of the most iconic characters, even now. one of my comfort seasons for sure. as much as i love it, its not my favourite. it as amazing tho

asylum - wHEN I TELL U THIS SEASON IS LIKE A FUCKING DRUG I MEAN IT!! its at the top of my list, best season. again has some super iconic characters. for me, as much as it weirded me out, i kinda liked the alien plot. was it the best choice for a side plot??? probably not but it was kinda fun

coven - this is hands down the most iconic season of ahs. its also up there with murder house for the “when i think of ahs i think of this”. again, iconic characters. it has a good plot, good ships, great characters. its an awesome season and i get why people claim it as they’re favourite. but watching this coming off of asylum was hard. bc asylum was AMAZING and this to me was just great. still love it tho

freak show - im gonna be honest, im still not done. it was alright. i liked it more towards the end (i have less then half an ep left) but it was pretty meh. the pepper ep got me in my feels tho. she was by far the best character that season along with dessie. it was decent, not my favourite

hotel - loved it. binged it in like a day. and i loved it. this is the season with the best soundtrack and setting. the hotel was gorgeous i wanna fuckin live there. the plot threw me off a little here and there but ultimately, great season. loved jpm SO MUCH!! best boi fr. and liz and tristan r one of my all time favourite couples of the whole show. it was really good i enjoyed it a tone

roanoke - imma be honest, it started out slow. but like mid episode 4 i think was when it started to get GOOD!! it was definitely the scariest of all of the seasons. but the cinematography was beautiful and the acting was spot on. it was beautiful and if im being brutally honest, was low key scared of the “murder” thing. like i would go down into my basement and yell “mY NAME STARTS WITH A T MOTHERFUCKERS!” but yeah, amazing season and super underrated

cult - FUCK EVERYTHING I SAID ABT ASYLUM BEING THE BEST! cult had me scared, in my feelings, blown the FUCK away by the acting. like holy shit. it was incredible. there were a couple of “oof i dont like that” parts (mainly with kai) but other than that, it was fucking amazing. i was sad finishing it. it made me like pace around the room, yell my ass off at the tv, and i was like ranting abt to my friends who had no idea what the fuck i was saying. outstanding season. but ill forever be pissed that evan didnt win an emmy for kai

apocolypse - its up there with the most iconic. like micheal langdon as a whole is just iconic. the idea of incorporating all of the seasons in that universe together was really interesting. its a solid season with good plot and i really enjoyed it. but i gotta say, my favourite part is that they made madison less of a bitch. dont really have much to say abt this season other then the fact that its iconic and that the gallangdon fandom is dying and we need more stans

1984 - i actually liked it a lot. was kinda bummed that there was no sarah or evan but now that ive finished it, i dont think they would have fit. i think its kinda underrated. it was funny and sad and honestly kinda wholesome. i am pissed with the brooke and montana queer baiting but im a marvel fan so im hella used to it. brooke thompson is the loml tho she is bestest i love her sm actual badass. also jingles needs a hug. big time. and that scene when bobby finally met his dad and they had a really nice moment (i was in tears) but then MARGRET DECIDED TO REVIVE AND STAB JINGLES IN THE HEAD!!! but it was a great watch!!

#ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs roanoke #ahs cult #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #tate’s bs

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watched my first Disney spin off in a while, was convinced to try Andor.

only watched the first episode, a few thoughts

1. it’s slow. or at least, slower, which i love. things are allowed time to just kinda be.

2. on a similar note, no cliffhanger! a show that actually hopes to stand on its own merit enough that you don’t watch the next episode just to find out what’s actually going on in the last episode

3. morally grey decisions and characters across the board. i like that

however, it’s still kinda... off for me, and i’m not sure why, because the world they’re building seems interesting and the characters in the world are... portrayed as multi-dimensional. not split into villains and heroes. the characters are all morally grey, but... i’m also just not interested. and i don’t know why.

possible reasons include

1. just need some time, settle into it

2. maybe just can’t watch marvel and star wars any more. while i used to be super excited to find out how this corner of a big universe works, now i just... don’t expect anything new. and find that if I want to be excited and think about the world, well - I know that everything will actually be massively over-explained and unsatisfactory, if I explore it. and it’s too much effort as well. I started by going “ooh ok, so 5BBY... so that’s like, 5 years before Ep VI? Ep IV? which makes this a few years before Rogue One and and and” but then... I don’t actually care? (compared to watching a new property, where I’m working from 1 hr of television after watching episode 1. and can analyse and examine the world completely and expect it to make sense and be consistent)

3. it’s slow, but it’s still so damn efficient. perhaps? even if we spend a few minutes just watching a robot trundle along, we’ve got to show off a few different cool sets and be having things happen at the same time? maybe? but i don’t know that could also be a good thing but I’m not sure - it kinda feels like even if there is a slower bit, it’s still gotta be full? idk.

4. 2 again, but with the story rather than the world. but this might be expectations more than reality for Andor, since I have actually heard that it’s good and different. but that I expect the same story, the same nods to complexity and set up of interesting story thrown out the window in episode 4 when they give it all up, once they realise they don’t know how to provide a good resolution to what they’re setting up. so the morally complex questions get simplified down when the interesting and complex villains decide that actually their new plan is to eat babies and blow up planets, and the good guys need to go find Ahsoka, Mon Mothma and the popular character from episode 3 (and the morally dubious allies decide they’re full-on heroes now. hey, maybe they saw a baby or something).

I think it’s probably most likely a combo. but also, 2 and 4. not only have i watched too much marvel and star wars, so much of it has A. not been good and B. been so obviously and uninterestingly a bad money grab based on beloved franchises and characters. and now even a good start just does not interest me. i think.

(the reasons why the last 10 star wars and marvel shows and films have been bad are interesting. but they’re also the same reasons for each and every one of them. (ok some of them have additional reasons for being bad too. but they’d only be interesting to talk about in a better show))

#as long as one person reads this reckon that it was worth writing it out #oh hey i've read it!#all good #and i had fun writing it too #but also @sis you've gotta read it since you told me to watch it

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eluminium · 1 year

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I posted 1,473 times in 2022

That's 1,184 more posts than 2021!

137 posts created (9%)

1,336 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@the-king-of-lemons

@impulsesv-but-everywhere

@luigra

@eluminium

I tagged 1,105 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#dose of impulse - 535 posts

#dose of skizz - 272 posts

#dose of bdubs - 81 posts

#impulsesv - 63 posts

#el rambleth - 51 posts

#dose of tfc - 43 posts

#el answereth - 36 posts

#dose of gem - 35 posts

#dose of tango - 33 posts

#double life spoilers - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i love grian as much as anyone else but honestly i'd rather not have him be involved in any resistence plot because we've already done that

My Top Posts in 2022:

appearently Joe said "maybe ive been instructed to make a sign to passively-aggressively shame impulse. no im just kidding i dont think impulse does drugs" in response to someone asking them about the "Winners don't do drugs" King Ren screen on the arcade. Which, while hilarious on its own, just made me think of like, soup group seeing that screen.

Like they see the king ordering them not to do something??? He dare extend his authority like this???? Well no king can tell THEM what to do!

Cue a meetup at the little research office in Pearls mushroom where Impulse is crying on the floor because he can't roll a blunt right, (Grian and Ren rolled all his blunts in the Hippie era, his hands were and are too big and clumsy for this) Pearl is trying to mix weed into a soup they're gonna give to the king but shes not familiar with the plant either so shes also struggling, and Gem is blazing it up with absolutely no problem. Shes a nature Elf, how the fuck did the others ever think she didn't know her way around plants like these

(weed is also legal in Canada. Its not in Australia but it IS in Arizona. Impulse is knowledgeable about the drug its just been so long since the Hippie days, hes been too much of a good boy lately. Hes lost the little blunt rolling skills he had :[ he was bragging about it to Gem and Pearl too and now hes made a fool out of himself :[[[)

Shoutout to @potionofinstantdamage for reporting that Joe quote and indirectly causing me to create this post.

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Useless Facts about ImpulseSV: the post

Welcome to “Useless Facts about Impulse”. The title says it all. I am Eluminium, that one fuck who decided to watch every single Impulse hermitcraft season and actually fucking did it, and I have a bunch of completely useless knowledge from it now. AND I SHALL SHARE IT WITH YOU SO YOU TOO MAY ALSO BE ENLIGHTENED! Also cuz i’m bored as shit (Btw i’ll probably keep adding onto this post as I remember or gain more useless knowledge) People who’ve blessed this post with more facts: @bucket-of-amethyst @tsukinouta LET THE FACTS BEGIN! First addition of facts: August 7th 2022

-Out of every single base Impulse has constructed on Hermitcraft, 3 and a half of them have featured water as a major design element. These would be the City of Atlantis (S5), iBay (S6), The Pyramid (S7), and the half is his “starter base” temple (S3). (I count it as a half because he spent a considerable amount of time designing it but it isn’t his main base so to say.) -Impulse has two seasons of Hermitcraft that are the exact same lenght in terms of episodes, these being S3 and S4, both having 57 episodes. -Impulse’s longest season is S6 with 113 episodes, and his shortest is S8 with 35 episodes -Out of every base Impulse has built, only 2 of them do not feature his logo on the inside or outside in it’s final design. These are iBay (S6) and The Pyramid (S7)

-Impulse is shorter then Bdubs IRL. Bdubs claims to be 5′10 while Impulse claims to be 5′8. This makes fanon extremely hilarious

-In S4, the safe rooms Impulse and Tango constructed in the Wither Skeleton farm were called “The Sissy Room”, but only for one episode. After that it’s never mentioned again.

-Impulse’s wife (Ms. Impulse) has never touched Minecraft because she’s an interior designer and would most likely disappear off the face of the Earth if she ever let herself play the game. It hasn’t stopped Impulse from trying a few times though.

-Impulse has a habit of biting off more than he can chew. In 4 out of 7 seasons he’s been in there have been obvious projects that were never finished. These are in order: The roof of his and Tango’s shared Mega Base (S3), A fair amount of The City of Atlantis (S5), The missing farms on the Phinias Board (S7) and the interior of The Candy Factory (S8)

-Impulse’s current keyboard (At the time of writing) was custom made by his son

-In both S3 and S7, Impulse used the exact same floor desgin and armor stand gimmick for his Patreon Monument.

-One of the reasons Impulse and Skizzleman remain such close friends today was because he found a book on networking on Skizz’s bedroom floor when they were both looking to go to a new collage. They both went to the same Networking class after Impulse suggested it and have been glued together ever since. -They absolutely hated that networking class though

-Impulse has had 4 piercings in total. One in the tongue, one eyebrow one, one nipple, and one in the ear. Both the eyebrow one and the nipple one were taken out after they got caught on various zippers, and the ear one was something he did together with his drumline. None of them survived to the present day though.

-Impulse has sold enchanting related things in 4 out of 7 seasons (S4 S5 S6 S9)

-Impulse used to be completely bald and beardless until he grew out his hair and a beard for a No Shave November challange and people said it fit him. He hasn’t returned to baldness since that (At the time of writing) -Every since their introduction, Impulse always carries a totem on him. Although he has a resource pack that makes the totem invisible in first person so it won’t block up the screen as much.

-His Guardian Goodies shop building in S7 is an exact replica of a Guardian “shop” (everything was free) xB designed in S3

-Impulse has won every single “How to Kill” compitition, and with the exact same concept to boot. In “How to Kill a Doc” he made a bunch of traps that looked like the final blow but weren’t, instead having the killing strike be deliver by Impulse himself. In “How to Kill a Tango” he did the exact same thing, although the final blow should have been delt by a Magma Cube instead. Both of these killing machines also share similar surprises. Both involve fire charges (One from dispensers, one from a live Ghast), anvil launchers and TNT. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it i suppose?

-Impulse actually bought the “copyright rights” to the “i” brand from Iskall in S6 so he could keep iTrade open without confusion. Never got something similar from iJevin thought.

-When S6 updated to the villager update, Impulse managed to obtain a glitched Farmer Villager who never locked up his trades no matter how much you traded with him. Although he did lose a fair amount of villagers in iTrade too, so it was more a soul for a soul.

-The only season Impulse was part of that never had Elytras was ironically S3, the one with amplified terrain.

-The first time Impulse properly tested out the Elytra, it lagged so bad he died from fall damage by falling into Xisumas Guardian Farm. The elytra refused to open.

-Impulse and Tango has had an agreement since Impulse joined in S3 that they can take certain resources from each other’s storages and farms without asking before hand. They call this “Mi casa, Ti casa” or “My house, your house”.

-In 4 out of 7 seasons, Impulse has had at least one entire video that centers around either a request from xB, or featuring xB himself. (S3 S4 S5 S7)

-The “SV” in impulseSV could be read as “impulsive” but it actually stands for Impulse’s IRL initials

-Impulse was introduced to Minecraft via his son, who wanted to get into gaming. Impulse mostly played shooters but he didn’t want his kid to play those types of games at his age, so a coworker suggested Minecraft. Although his kid didn’t know anything about the game, so he had to hop on and learn too.

-Impulse plays Minecraft with an inverted mouse. This is because he got so used to flying helicopters in various shooters it made more sense to his brain that dragging the mouse down means up, and pushing it up means down.

-Impulse started out as a fan of Tango’s until he learned that he and Tango are pretty similar in age and in video style. So he e-mailed Tango about a collab and he accepted. Later they learned they lived incredibly close to each other and went out for some “sodas” (aka BEERS). The rest is history.

-The name Impulse along with the black and yellow colour scheme is something Impulse stole from his drumcore’s name and colour scheme. His favourite colour is actually purple.

-Impulse and Skizz live in the same neighbourhood (at the time of writing)

Second addition of facts 9th of August 2022

-Impulse has a dog (specifically a Border Collie) named Prim and a cat named Luna. Luna was a gift for his older daughter. Impulse wasn’t the biggest fan of cats until his wife got one, and he fell in love as well.

-He and Skizz have been best friends for over 25 years (at the time of writing)

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“There’s only two genders, MCC winner and non MCC winner” well damn Impulse congrats on your transition!!!!

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Impulse: does an entire week of recording, including two videos, one of which for a major server event, and then an entire 4 hour livestream that was an EVEN BIGGER server event WHILE SICK ENOUGH THAT HE SKIPPED AN ENTIRE WEEK OF STREAMING

Impulse, the day after:

Oh wow. How did this happen. What a mystery. (Affectionate)

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My #1 post of 2022

IMPULSE JUST CHUCKED THE QUEST RULEBOOK INTO THE OFFERINGS PIT LIVE AND DECLARED ANARCHY HES DOING IT. HE’S GOING OFF HIS ROCKER! IT’S ALL I’VE EVER ASKED FOR-

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9: explain why your favorite song is your favorite song 16: favorite album artwork?

hey!! sorry 4 putting this off forever

putting it under a cut cause it got rlly long

uh so my favorite songs currently are it's not a fashion statement its a deathwish by mcr, fresh concrete by bears in trees, and coeur d'alene by the head and the heart. these aren't necessarily my favorite songs of all time or even by these bands cause i don't have the brainpower to rank every song ive ever heard in my head and honestly i don't think that's how love of a piece of art works but off the top of my head it's these. i could add more but im cutting it short for brevity

starting with the outlier: the head and the heart was my mom's favorite band for a long time, so the band in general has a lot of nostalgia attached, and this song in particular i like because it really captures how difficult it is to maintain relationships with people you care about, which is definitely something i and a lot of other people can relate to. i really like the bit that goes "you're in my soul now, you've gotta waste away with me." i feel like it's probably not the healthiest attitude towards a relationship but it's really useful when you just wanna cut ties with everyone you care about and disappear off the face of the earth, y'know? like yeah loving is work and it's hard but you're a part of my soul now so it's not like i could remove myself from you even if i tried. with the caveat that if the relationship is toxic or unhealthy and not being in each other's live truly is the best course of action than that's. what should happen. but like in general it's like. yeah. also you gotta listen to this song right after cats and dogs its the rule. real autumn vibes as a song

fresh concrete by bears in trees is. a song. personally the reason i first found myself drawn to it is because it coincidentally mirrored a particular significant event of my life pretty much exactly, and because i was just getting out of (or maybe into? i don't rlly remember) a bears in trees hyperfixation around when if first came out. the combo of the coincidence and the hyperfixation kinda immediately rocketed it into favorite bears in trees song, which then rocketed it into favorite song territory by virtue of bears in trees being one of my favorite bands. also it was (more or less i think) the band's first fancy official music video and i thought that was so cool. i watched that video over and over again. i wouldn't say it's the best bears in trees song, but i do think it's the best at being what it is. what fresh concrete is to me, at its core, is a song that almost perfectly sums up my feelings about a specific time in my life, and that predictably means a lot to me. it makes me feel seen, y'know? also it is the most late spring early summer song to ever exist.

lastly: deathwish. this one also reminds me of a specific time of my life, but mostly it hits me in the adhd. i particularly like the line "you told me this gets harder well it did!" cause it resonates with the realization that it's just going to keep getting harder, and it's never going to stop, and all you're just gonna have to keep on failing at the same things forever. it's realizing that if life and your reactions to it stay on the same course then you're not gonna make it more than a couple years. it's realizing that you've got a life that you're failing at, that you won't never succeed at doing anything with. and it's like what's stopping you y'know? there must be something intrinsically wrong with you but also there can't be anything intrinsically wrong with you cause that would take the blame off you for failing your life and it's definitely all your own fault. there was also a specific phenomena that occurred when i came to terms with being suicidal where i stopped being afraid of anything cause it's like. what's the worst you can do. kill me? jokes on you that's what i want. which is a kinda arrogant point of view and definitely telling about me and my experiences as a person but. that's what this song feels like. but it definitely does hit in the adhd. late fall early winter vibes

honorable mention: the only hope for me is you mcr

favorite album artwork is probably the bullets cover mcr. purple and orange and yellow and harry houdini on a hook :)

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because none of my irl friends watch stranger things/arent caught up and i need to make my predictions somewhere ive decided to share my volume 2 predictions here because i need written proof somewhere if im right:

POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD CUZ I REFERENCE VOLUME 1

-joyce hopper or murray is gonna die. one of the major deaths will be the three of them. my money is on joyce.

-steve and robin will survive. steve is too popular a character to kill off, people will literally stop watching if he isnt in it. plus im p sure some netflix head or producer or something said steve will never be killed off. i saw this in a screenshot of a news article on twitter that i can no longer find so its possibly fale but i still think its unlikely for steve to die. robin wont die because shes (so far) i think the only canonically confirmed lgbtq+ character and that would look BAD for the duffers. plus we need to see where she and steve work in szn 5. these two i think are safe.

-now. nancy eddie jonathan and argyle. one of them is gonna go. nancy dying would be a HUGE twist considering shes one of the strongest characters (do not tell me shes not. she is.) the end of volume one however makes me think this wont happen because we still see nancy in the trailers so either the trailers are a fake out to make her seem safe or shes actually safe. im up in the air. eddie is a classic case of likable character getting introduced and built up so his death will be more painful (remember bob and alexei? yeah. like that) BUT since hes so heavily queer coded and well liked by fans this could look like killing ur gays again and the duffers may have steered clear. in all honesty my gut is telling me eddie is safe but i know not to trust my gut so out of these four i dont think hes the most likely to die but its still possible. jonathan might go just to give will more angst but at the same time he hasnt been relevant enough this season to make it impactful. however if a jancy break up happens OR nancy dies vecna could use that against him and give him the boot as well. argyle is either totally safe and wont even be all too involved in the season or fighting and remain a comedic side character for szn five or hes gonna make a huge and shocking sacrifice that no one sees coming because of his comedic presence. its a toss up for him. out of these four i think eddie and nancy are the most likely to go because one of the four teens in the upside down is probably gonna go i think.

-dustin. im sorry yall but i think dustin is gonna die. hes been too safe this entire series. hes a lovable character and the glue of the group. they might kill him off to make everything seem hopeless until someone begins to rally behind avenging his death. the glue almost always dies people. im scared for dustin but i rlly think this is the end for him.

-were gonna get a new couple. it wont be steddie or ronance sorry to break it to ya but theyre rlly pushing stancy and honestly i think they might do stancy so steddie and ronance are out of the running. robin and vickie is a possibility for me. i think theyd go for that one.

-mileven wont break up im sorry its not gonna happen millie and finn both have said that theyre like soulmates or some shit in interviews so i dont see that happening anytime soon

-seeing as vecna has never targeted the same person twice (yet at least) i think max and will are both safe and all the theories and ‘evidence’ pointing to will being vecnad are just a red herring

-HOWEVER i do think mike is gonna get vecnad. like dustin he has also been too safe in this show and i think that if something bad happens to eleven or mike (likely) mike is gonna blame himself and vecnas gonna get him

-lucas might also get the chop. i dont have any reasoning for this other than my gut feeling. so maybe not.

-lumax gets back together before tho

-008/kali is gonna return. if not in szn 4 then szn 5. theres just so much left that could be done with her character that could be discovered.

-the painting is gonna be of mike (and possibly the rest of the gang as their dnd characters) and this is gonna lead to will coming out

-jasons gonna get the chop cuz he was what steve was originally meant to be. steve was supposed to die szn one as a typical douchy all american boy but he was too charming and layered ao they kept him. jasons gonna get the chop.

now. what do i WANT to happen?

-everyone survives. ronance. steddie. lumax. mileven break up. i dont know if i want byler to happen or not. i just dont hc mike as anything other than straight but hey if byler ever does happen id be down for it. i just think a mileven break up would be good for mikes character development. dustin and susie reunited. jason getting the chop. argyle and eddie become stoner besties. el and hopper reunion. everyone is happy happy happy. will any of this actually happen? most likely not.

#stranger things #stranger things predictions #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things spoilers #yall im not ready #my hearts gonna get broken i know iy

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𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. these are my true events as they unfolded.

season 3, episode 4, glorious 5 year plan.

billy and the boys + company find BCL-RED, the bioweapon against supes they were looking for. it just so happened to be CAPTAIN VOUGHT.

the ice box had already begun to de-thaw when a stray bullet ricocheted into the power supply. he's half-awake when the lid gets ripped off the ice box. gradually, he comes more to awake, rips his iv out, and clambers out of the ice box.

not recognizing the boys + company, he doesn't outwardly attack them, he turns for his escape route and frenchie just so happens to be standing in his easiest path to freedom. he blasts his way out, in an unsettling display more powerful than before, and runs naked into the cold russian night.

season 3, episode 5, the last time to l👀k at this world of lies.

he gets to moscow, still naked, finds a brothel and the ladies there help him, unwind. his stay is short-lived and he's taking to the streets in a dirty track-suit, to the airport.

he sneaks into the cargo hold of a plane. he sleeps, arms crossed over his chest, the whole plane ride over the atlantic to new york.

when the plane lands, he startles the baggage claim worker who came in to get bags. the guy is scared shitless, he doesn't report it.

jfk airport is different than he remembers, everything is different than he remembers. he's overwhelmed by all the sensations around him. he adjusts, mostly. he wanders around new york with a purpose, surprised to see even more things are different. no one bats an eyelash at his appearance.

he arrives at legends place, surprised to see the old man still living in the same apartment. he's offered cocaine and he snorts some, he's told that his stuff is somewhere in a museum. and that he should probably stay there, in some effort to placate him. he doesn't stay. he despises legends almost as much as legend despises him.

he breaks into the museum and takes his shit back: suit, shield and eagle head knife back, shoves them into a duffel.

he wanders around new york again, trying to figure out the best plan to go about his revenge. he's triggered by russian music and blows up a coffee shop, killing over 19 people. when he comes to, he's on the ground and the damage is already done. he flees the scene, forcing himself into a motel room with money he'd swiped from legends place. he sees a brochure for voughtland and their new upcoming, exhibit sponsored by crimson countess--- he swipes that too.

he has a full break-down in the motel room, minus the blast part. he rips the russian clothes off, he takes a shower, he masturbates in the shower. he cleans himself up, he smashes the mirror. has another break-down after the shower.

he's suited up, helmet and all. he steals some guys motorcycle. he rides, fast, to voughtland. barbie (crimson countess) is first on his hit list.

he runs into butcher, he watches butcher drug his friend (mm), knows he can't trust him completely but they have who he wants inside. billy offers a team-up, leon has to roll his eyes. but its a gritted fine.

he confronts crimson countess. he wasn't in love with her so his "confession" never happens but he does unload everything they did to him, then she confesses she was in on it. he blows her and her trailer up.

he runs into starlight and hughie now, butcher carrying mm away from the blast radius. starlight powers up to attack him, hughie defends him. leon has no interest in their petty issues among each other, not his fucking concern, so he starts walking away.

much against his instincts he follows, on his stolen motorcyle, butcher and hughie to another motel room, just as shitty as the last one.

season 3, episode 6, her0gasm.

hughie and butcher go out to get leon normal clothes. they come back with shorts and giants shirt, leon is irritated. butcher and hughie leave again to get leon food, among other things.

they come back and leon is banging the front desk girl. butcher kicks her out. leon is irritated again. they put his food on the table as he's pulling his shorts back up. he complains they don't have the old sauce they used to. hughie is confused. butcher is deadpan.

leon does a line of a benzo he crushed. they tell him about homelander, he's the new you, " no ones the new me pal." leon is irritated again. butcher makes good on his promise by going to find the whereabouts of the tnt twins and mindstorm. hughie and leon talk, leon watches his old movies. leon tells hughie he didn't mean to blow up that coffee shop and means it.

butcher comes back with information. they go to vermont. its a knock-off her0gasm. leon is irritated. he's about to go in, hughie stops him, leon is still irritated. five minutes. hughie doesn't come back in five minutes, leon goes inside.

mm confronts captain vought with halothane, leon has no fucking clue who the dude is. mm says he killed his family but as far as leon knew he didn't---- were they in the coffee shop, who knows? leon doesn't leon is irritated, he askes for elaboration, he gets nothing. butcher interrupts. the name kenneth baker smacks leon in the face, he takes one more look at mm with confusion before he wanders off to find tessa and tommy.

leon finds the twins, still as nasty and good for nothing as ever. tessa pleads for their life. leon is triggered again, his ptsd blast goes off brighter and bigger than before. he pivots and it shreds through the house like its butter, destroying anyone in its path. leon comes to again on the ground, more spent than before. his chest hurts, its hard to breathe. the damage is done again. he wanders the house to find butcher.

homelander shows up, he knocks butcher out, leon still weak from the blast is startled into battle. he holds his own despite being so desperately exhausted. he slips up, homelander has him in a choke-hold, butcher steps in, they both fight homelander as a unit, in tandem. hughie shows up to help. leons about to blast him, homelander can feel his powers fizzling out so he bucks up and wiggles himself free and flies away.

butcher, hughie and leon leave vermont, and head to another motel....

season 3, episode 7, here comes a c@ndle to light you to bed.

leon locks himself in the bathroom and doesn't come out for two days. he sleeps in the bathtub. days pass, leon is bored hanging out in the motel room, he goes to the bar next door and picks up two women. they're in the middle of a threesome, when butcher and hughie walk in. leon is irritated, they have information about mindstorm. leon is less irritated.

they leave for mindstorms location, leon still has the stolen motorcycle. the woods are boobie trapped. mindstorm puts butcher in a trance, hughie gets mindstorm to take him out of it. leon's knife whips through the air and hits dan in the face. leon takes him down, questions him about everything. dan tells him all the answers he'd been looking for the whole time. dan tells him homelander is his son. it shatters almost everything in him. he beats dan to death with his shield. and storms off past butcher and hughie.

season 3, episode 8, the instant white-h0t wild.

they get back to the motel and he's locked himself in the bathroom again, he's covered in mindstorms blood. he doesn't come out of the bathroom for a week. their plans to kill homelander are at a stand-still. he comes out of the bathroom finally some time later, tells them he's still willing to kill homelander. every instinct is telling him to leave the rest of this alone, but he's going to see this to completion.

they turn on him, just like everyone in his life before him. he had no stakes in killing homelander, it was just the right thing to do. once again he's told he deserves this as they try to novichok him. he's not irritated, he's fucking pissed. he bucks everyone off, closes off his blast, grabs his shield and dives out of the window. he's not ashamed to take the cowards way out, he's not going back to that fucking box.

he drops all those floors, and lands on his feet, crunching the concrete under the weight of his fall. he doesn't look to see if anyone ran to the window, he just gets up and runs into the night. alternatively, his blast can still be going off, and meave still tackles him out the window. they fall some distance away, his blast sends her flying somewhere and he goes opposing direction. when they finally get through the wreckage his body is never found.

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