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noridoorman · 7 months

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Okay, but can we talk about this scene more?

(Credits to u/murderdronesfanatic for inspiration)

Despite Uzi's angsty and edgy personality, she has lots of love in her. I think that much is clear. She really cares about other people but due to the neglect and bullying she went through almost all her life, she closes herself off and acts defensive about being vulnerable. She doesn't trust anybody in her life, not even her own dad, and rightfully so. It was only through N and his unconditinal love towards her (be it platonic or more) that helped her slowly open up and accept help when she needs it.

So why am I talking about this?

We know that Khan was an absolute awful father figure to Uzi, either neglecting her or borderline (borderline said lightly) abusing her by comparing her to his doors, claiming those to be his greatest achivements. Even greater than Uzi, no matter how much she tried to prove herself.

Because, let's be honest, Uzi loves Khan. Through her edginess, through her rebellious nature, she craved for his approval and attention, for him to love her more than he loves his doors. And Khan does love her - but due to his trauma with having to put Nori down, he completely shut down as a father (btw, that's not a justification for what he has done!)

At this point in the story (EP2) Uzi had every right to hate Khan.

He neglected her and never payed any attention to her (I don't know about you but if I heard that my child was somehow involved in an explosion at school, I'd be there for her and check if she's okay)

He compared her to his doors, claiming they're better and calling Uzi a disappointment publicly.

He left her for dead when N had her pinned against the wall. You could make many (like, a lot) valid arguments why Khan left her for dead - which all make sense! However, Uzi doesn't think of it as we do, from the outside perspective. In Uzi's eyes, he betrayed her trust, proving once again (to her) that she most likely means nothing to him.

And yet, after seeing that hologram of Khan getting ripped into two and believing it was real, being tossed and thrown around by Eldritch J and having a hologram of her dead mother being shown to her and losing her friend, she hugged Khan. The last person she should believe does love her.

Because Uzi loves him.

And no matter what Uzi believes, Khan loves her too. And he tries his best to make up to her at least, to make things right after having almost lost her too.

Man, I remember when I watched that scene for the first time, it broke me to see. Poor Uzi, poor Khan.

#md #murder drones #khan doorman #uzi doorman #this probably made more sense in my head

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kingofanemptyworld · 3 months

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Rin, identity issues, and the complications of being an isolated, alienated teenager

It feels sort of weird to say but I generally don’t head canon characters as having particular sexualities. Whatever people go for in fics is usually fine with me - gay, lesbian, bi, pan, something more general like queer. As long as it makes sense for the story they’ve built and the character they’ve shaped to fit it, I’m good. Unless you’re ignoring a canon LGBTQ+ sexuality, in which case, yeah, I’ll take issue with that.

But anyway. Rin.

I’ve got my personal ship for him (BonRin my beloved), but regardless of the pairing I see him as bisexual. He’s so open with his infatuation with Shiemi, and okay, sure, fandom likes to ignore the love interest in shounen for the most part because we’ve got gay ships to peddle. But I don’t see the point in that unless it really reads like it’s a front, or a result of a character suppressing themselves for one reason or another. And with Rin, I think it’s pretty clear his affection for Shiemi is sincere. You technically have the in-universe evidence of the demon that brought out his true desires to back that up, but even without it, Rin likes her. It’s complicated because of Yukio and Shiemi’s own inexperience with romance, and yet I never once doubt he really likes her.

That being said… he’s very appreciative of the guys in his life, too. (Peddling my gay ship here) Bon in particular, considering he’s often admiring how cool he thinks Bon is, that his haircut suits him whether it’s the blonde rooster look or the undercut. If you don’t want to see it as romantic interest, that’s your prerogative, but to me Rin comes across as seeing cool and cute as different traits he finds attractive (in Bon and Shiemi respectively).

I also think his bisexuality would fit neatly into his narrative struggles to “pass” throughout the early parts of the series. Rin has grown up as the neighborhood problem child, ostracized for being violent, and eventually he decides he’s fine with just his brother and his father — and the rest of the monastery, presumably — for company. (Except that’s absolutely not true and clearly he’s starved for friendship and support.) People looked at him and saw a monster, even before his demonic heritage made an appearance; why would he bother giving them even more ammunition when it comes to reasons to hate him? So no matter when he figured out his attraction to guys, he’s not going to lean into it, because he also likes girls, right? (Ignoring for a moment that bisexuality is a lot more nuanced than that.)

Rin likes girls, Rin is human — that’s what’s going to get people to like him, or at the very least tolerate him. That he likes guys, that he’s half demon, he can shove that shit down and pretend it doesn’t exist. Lock up any stray thoughts and keep the sword sheathed around anyone who doesn’t already know.

(Excuse me for being amused by Rin wielding his humanity and supposed heterosexuality as a sword and shield.)

The problem, of course, is that he can’t keep up the facade forever. The narrative won’t let him. Rin has to embrace his demonic side, because it’s the only way to move forward and to continue to help his loved ones. And once he’s moved past the issue of his friends being upset over the deception, when they understand he’s still Rin despite what he’d hidden from them, Rin is finally allowed to be himself. He uses his flames, he lets his tail move freely in the open around the Cram School kids. Rin still doesn’t like this side of himself — it’s inextricably tied to every moment of pain and isolation he’s dealt with his entire life, including the death of Father Fujimoto (and, y’know, his mom). But he is moving forward, he’s trying to adapt.

And isn’t that some great fucking subtext for his bisexuality, too?

#king’s court #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #okumura rin #rin okumura #bonrin #because I love them #anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk #I probably made more sense in my head than I did writing everything out #but oh well #there’s a similar conversation to be had about yukio and his suppression/obsession that develops #but I am not qualified for that one #also I promised myself when I made this blog that I’d try to be engaged with the fandoms I got into #because the one I’d sunk a lot of time and effort into on my main no long brings me much joy and I miss interacting with people #so. uh. here I am I guess #god this is probably less compelling than my season 2 analysis of bnha seven years after it aired

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pixelatedraindrops · 10 days

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Yuma Month: Day 20: Truth

The truth…is uglier than you could have ever expected.

tw // vomit (spoilers too)

...happens only if he ate a meat bun prior to this

(all vomit in rain code is censored in pink glitter ✨)

based on this post I made long back

#Yuma Month 2024 #whumpcode #rain code #rain code spoilers #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #pixeldoodles #my art #tw emeto #okay the trigger is there but it is in a way censored XD #its kinda silly too but I will leave it there just in case #I'm emetophobic myself so I'd like warnings too #anyway yeah I had to do this for the prompt #yet another moment yuma nearly sickens himself #but this moment actually made me put my game down for 3 days #and I even contemplated on finishing it at all #I do NOT like cannibalism.. x-x even if its a giant meme now #it messed me up pretty badly playing the first time #and then after 3 days and a few walks to clear my head #i finished the game and yeah it made sense lol #anyway yeah the truth is pretty horrific #had to find another excuse to put yuma through hell lol #that pose was hard so it probably doesn't look perfect orz #dw tomorrow's prompt will likely be more wholesome #what's funny about this is they do get a solution key after this #shinigami’s like ‘huh did you cough it up master? mmm nope.’#anyway I hope I didn’t scare you all w this!!#very unlike me to draw this sort of thing...xD #I wanted to try drawing it once to test the waters ig??#that scene in Ch5 was kinda bait anyway lmao

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lunarharp · 6 months

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Very important conferences.

#witch hat tag #orufrey #some real serious discussions goin on in this atelier today. dont u doubt it.#agott is the only one who has ever thought about this because she is a 12 year old lesbian and UMM..FRIEND? LIKE FRIEND? IS THAT..LEGAL???#this is all i drew today because silly things like this take hours lol. at least it's practice for poses -_-#i got the pattern of the girls' dresses wrong but i couldn't be bothered to change halfway through.#don't worry if you're like what is the naakiwan downs. is that name even mentioned in the main manga #ANYWAY i KEEP thinking about what if it's actually banned for professors and watchful eyes to date like that would make a lot of sense.#like maybe it should be banned. SO??? are they just low-key Aware of what the deal is and they're just Putting their feelings aside #until graduation??? take my tassel as an unspoken reminder of how i feel?? living together trial period?? this feels like it's truly it #When we're free to be together........ Sensei loves homophobia parallels without there actually being homophobia #Let's invent reasons why men cant be together. Ummm well whatever. i'm screaming in my head but it's fine.#this will probably form the theme of my orufrey for a while. i've thought of this before but for some reason today it's big for me.#i guess the tassels might not specifically be a part of that since they exchanged them before tower of books #and qifrey made his mysterious decision to be a teacher after that and..well whatever. I need more of backstory and just..everything?#But i also don't mind when vinanna interrupts my wishes with just a chapter of just being really dreamy? I love witch hat?

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jacksprostate · 3 months

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f Narrator wanting to murder maim mutilate m marla.. or marla/ male marla and narrator/f narrator worsties/besties. or marla/male marla and tyler… or anything with marla/ male marla..

Marlon called me, interrupted me at work, and he said he had a bruise. He said I needed to come and look at it right away, because he needed to know.

This was him, asking me, pounded flank steak, to look and tell him the nature of his bruise.

Marlon hasn't had health insurance in years, so he tries not to think about it, usually. It's easy, since there's no difference when you have health insurance. It's old hat.

But today, he thought about it.

And he noticed a bruise.

So I'm walking up to the Regent hotel after work, and he's in the lobby in his limp little tank top. He'd call it a wifebeater and imagine himself in place of the wife, I'm sure. I wonder if he isn't cold all the time. Mr. Marlon Singer, such a masochist just so he can show off his skeletal body with all the cigarette burns I have to hear him and Tyler laughing over.

I am Jane's abnormal hemorrhoid development.

He doesn't mention what Tyler and I stole from him, even though I think it was all the cash he had. Even though just three days ago he tried to chase me around the house and beat me with a broom. He made me and Tyler go sleep in the junkyard. Buried under our furs, howling at the moon. Maybe I can't fault him for that.

He couldn't keep it here where the guys he brings back could get at it, he said, and sure. But he should've known better than to tell Tyler about it, because now it's bags upon bags of lye being kept in the driest room in the house.

I work on grinding cracks into my remaining teeth as he grabs his neighbors Agatha and Dianne's Meals on Wheels kits. The delivery lady remarks on what a good young man Marlon must be, helping out these old ladies. Oh, yeah. A real, upstanding, mummified rat of a man. Maybe he helped them into the ditch. He yaps at me the entire walk up to his room, and I don't hear a word as I methodically rip up the skin around Tyler's kiss on my hand with a broken nail. It's been infected since Tuesday, and the ring of puffy red flesh makes the ghost of her lips white like the center of a neon tube. Always buzzing.

We get to his room, he says to me, "One of these boxes is for you, you know."

I think about all the women who bother to use what little time they have to operate charities that keep the poor and destitute alive enough to want to kill themselves. All that time spent cooking mac and cheese en masse and putting little packets of powdered milk next to little cartons of the liquid, like they get at schools and prisons, packets that can only be opened by the nimble fingers of caring relatives these elderly recipients do not have.

Sure.

Tyler told me I need to be eating at least two meals a day, or she'd steal a blender and make me drink raw chicken. So I eat the Meals on Wheels box. Sorry Agatha. I rip open the powdered milk packet, dump it into the carton, hold it closed, and shake it. Twice the calories. A recipe for palliative care.

Marlon's sitting there, quiet, eating Dianne's latest last meal. All the urgency is gone. Sucked dry. He's got pallor like a hospice heart failure. When dogs get treated for heartworms, the worms die, and sometimes, not all of them break apart. Sometimes, there will be thin, dead cords of necrotized nematode strung through their heart waiting for the right beat to fall apart and clot a vital artery. This can take years to happen. Your pet recovers perfectly from treatment until seven years down the line, you give it a doggy cupcake and a pulmonary embolism for its tenth birthday.

Marlon looks like he's had his first melarsomine injection and his owner is thinking about taking him to a dog park instead of bothering with the second. If you let a dog get its heart rate up too high when getting treated for all the parasites you let grow in it, its heart will explode. Or all the worms will clog its lungs. Whichever one it is, it's happening to Marlon here in this room. On this bed.

He says he'd found a bruise, a while back. A nasty little thing, like the crush of a plum under your thumb. Near one of his ankles. And Marlon Singer knew he couldn't afford any novel treatments, and he'd seen too many people rot from the inside out from them already. He did not go to the clinic down the street that gets its windows broken in often enough that there's just big black billowing sails of trashbags over their storefront more often than not. Marlon says he once saw a rat nailed to the door, which is something you'd think would be too neat and poetic for real life. He didn't go to the clinic because he didn't have to. And maybe if he was fucking guys he wanted to he would be a bit more cautious, but the men Marlon Singer gets to fuck are the type to have given him those bruises in the first place. They're the reason there's single mothers visiting that clinic, like half melted wax getting scraped out of the picture. He says he shouldn't feel guilty.

I tell Marlon about where I got the idea for poisoning all the food at the Pressman hotel.

He asks me what I mean by that, and I tell him about my first boss at the company I work for now.

When I first started there, I was selling our cars to companies. Bulk orders for work vehicles. My job was to not fuck up any contracts we already had. Marlon is probably aware, but the type of man involved in that sort of thing, he knows he's got you on a collar and chain. You and him both know he'll be renewing the contract, but you have to do the song and dance for him. Pretend you like how close he gets to you. Pretend you don't want to rip his testicles from his ballsack when he leans in sweaty and tells you how he likes your hair, did you go and do all that just for me?

Because he knows. And you know. But enduring this is what you were hired to do. If you were a man, you would've been hired to create a sense of the old boys club with this guy. But you're not.

There is so much pretense in the world.

Anyway, my first boss, call him Joe — whenever I'd return from those trips and dinners, Joe wouldn't pretend that it wasn't a shit job. He'd commiserate and wish me luck with the next one. He didn't overstep, he wasn't creepy, he kept his distance. The best you could hope for. Thirty days on the job, they asked me how I was doing, and I told them I was doing great. The job was amazing, I felt embraced by the company, my boss was great. One of those things was true to me.

And when Joe got his promotion, for being such a great regional manager, he cornered me in my cubicle and informed me he'd been jerking off into my nicely labeled thin salad lunches each time they showed up in the office fridge. He told me this with the same smile he'd always worn.

Marlon, he's next to me, and he leans closer like we're having a nice little confession. My skin itches.

It was before the 90 day clause kicked in my health coverage, so I had to wait at one of those free clinics like Marlon's, and I was surrounded by a lot of young men, wispy mangled pears. What little flesh was left was soft. When I told the nurse what happened, I watched myself die in her eyes. Dappling up with rashes and bruises until I was all painted and sunken like a bog body.

For the longest time, I wondered if I'd become the oral Mary. How many times I vomited in that office toilet, I don't know. I stopped bringing lunch.

The thing is, I couldn't see it in his face. Joe's, I mean. Not even when he told me. I couldn't see it in anyone. So I stopped eating out. Stopped eating altogether, really.

Marlon, his response was to go to the support groups. His tragedy was that it was a slow death, coming for him. Best to wriggle into the pile of dying bodies, see what it's like. Maybe that could muster enough suicidal impulse.

I tell Marlon, of course, I couldn't go to HR. I was a new hire with no evidence and previous record of liking my boss. I didn't want to tell my mom. I didn't want her to know. Those uncomfortable dinners became absolutely, wretchedly unbearable as I thought about the food I was being forced to share.

When the option came up for a dead end job in the least loved department in the building, I put on the best performance of my life to get the part. Best aspiring Compliance and Liability head and sole department employee, that's me. My new job was to keep secrets. It was, already, old hat.

For months I thought about waking up from a narcoleptic fit at my desk, with Joe leaning over the cubicle wall and asking if I was alright. I watched my stomach like it was nuclear. Every extra second it took until I bled like usual slid me closer to buying myself a shotgun and pumping a slug or two into my brain.

It's an unavoidable fear, I tell Marlon. You can't do anything about it. Once you know, you know. At some point, you have to find the peace in it. Imagine yourself, a balloon popping with meaty chunks flying apart, splattering onlookers and raining viscera.

For a month, six months, I had cancer. Worse than cancer. Every time I eat out, I get it again.

Marlon is looking at me, melting stained glass, drowning in that sort of shared pity you build together with someone who's dying.

I don't want Marlon to feel guilty.

I tell Marlon, that's why I poison the food at the Pressman hotel. Someone's got to do it. Blood in the tomato sauce, spit on the steak. Imagine what you could do to a soup. The men who go to the Pressman hotel, they're the kind that leave Marlon bloody and walking around Paper Street calling for Tyler to come out and burn more holes into him. They're the kind that get promoted from regional manager. They're the kind that lean in close, pull your wrist towards them, and say there's one way they know you could secure the contract renewal. The kind that almost ruin it in a temper tantrum when you don't, resulting in an upper management intervention on the 24th day of your new job. They're the kind that hear that shit and say you should've been more appeasing. More polite.

Don't feel guilty, Marlon.

I hope all of them rot so everyone can see the maggots eating their insides.

Marlon isn't smiling. I am unavoidably bad at distracting him. There's something final in it, when he sighs, and takes off his tank top. He says it's on his back, and I should just tell him.

I look. I see it. Black hole, botfly, necrosis. There's so many things these broken blood vessels could be. Withering, snapping apart like mummified heartworms. I imagine driving the two inch melarsomine needle deep into the muscles bunched upon his spine.

I look.

I press my hands into him, and I grip like I'm trying to rend my fingers through his skin, deep into his body cavity to rip out his guts. Like I'm trying to grab the rope of his small intestine and strangle him with it. Marlon's yelling at me and trying to hit me, arms flapping like a chicken, and I am bruising ten deep circles into the soft pearskin of his abdomen. It's the only place left on him that's mealy, that isn't frayed rope under worn out leather.

I tell him, you've got bruises. They look mostly normal, to me.

Don't worry too much about it.

And Marlon, he leans into me, and I let him.

#asks #fight club #female fight club au #my writing #obv directly in parallel to the book chapter #this has been sort of floating in my head #in the book its probably the most caring moment the narrator has for marla #and i think that is the same here actually #its just female narrator off the charts detestes marlon more in the first place. puts all her sense of sympathy and shared solidarity into #Tyler. but. yeah #anyway made marlon's life absolutely miserable #and the narrators #i actually went back and forth on that #i dont want to... necessarily... give her Solid Reasons in a way male narrator doesnt have #but its sort of inescapable that fucked up misogynistic shit would happen #and i was thinking how to resolves the food contamination question in my head #hard to explain #inherently more horrible shit will happen to her than male narrator #but not excessively and i want it to feed into the same issues. in this case her complete subjugation in the office and inability to freely #reject the horrific shit shes forced to play along with #resulting in her doing the same to the fat cats rolling by #anyway #she does care about marlon #its complicated

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jeansyvesmoreau · 1 year

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OKAY GUYS SO. *slaps on clown makeup* I think I know why Blitzstone was never made canon.

*begins pacing* we all know that blitzstone is a side ship, unlike fierrochase, so we never really got an in-depth look into this ship because it’s from magnus’s pov. Rick dedicated HoT to JRR Tolkien, who apparently introduced him to norse mythology. Therefore we can assume that he’s read lotr. Hearth annd Blitz are an elf and a dwarf who’re very close to each other. Who in lotr are an elf and a dwarf who’re also very close to each other? Legolas and Gimli, obviously. SO we can assume from here that Rick modelled Hearth and Blitz on them. It’s up for debate over whether gigolas was a thing, though it seems to be implied- KEEPING IN MIND our theory that Rick based Blitz and Hearth’s relationship on them, it follows that blitzstone was never made canon because gigolas was never made canon.

*paces furiously* do you see. DO YOU SEE.

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koinotame · 5 months

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you: whenever grim misbehaves, I lick him. just to assert dominance. he hates it yan twst character: would you.... want to lick me? you: uh. what yan: to assert dominance you, trying to deflect without outright saying no: ...I don't know where you've been yan: ...what if I stay by your side 24/7 like grim does then? you:

#here. shitpost that was probably funnier and made more sense in my head #unsanitary #jic

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meepmeep19 · 8 months

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Suegiku fic that’s just Tetchou helping Jouno open up and accept his own emotions, since Jouno has kinda perfected the whole ‘bury your emotions so deep that you can’t even feel them anymore’ thing due to his time in the mafia. Ofc we all know Jouno has no problem expressing stuff like anger, bitterness, disgust… basically all those negative ones used mostly in a comical manner for his character. It’s rly just his sadness that he’s tries to disown as he’s already deemed it as a ‘weak’ emotion that doesn’t do anything except make ppl pity and underestimate him, which needless to say, he HATES more than anything. So yeah, Tetchou would help him realize that feelings of sadness are completely valid and that he deserves to express those emotions instead of bottling them up. (Ngl Tetchou would honestly still be kinda learning this alongside Jouno because he’s probably so used to his stoicism-like mindset.)

‘Your Tears are Priceless’ would be a good title, i think; in reference to his ‘Priceless Tears’ ability.

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misclogarts · 17 days

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mfw i'm writing questionablepie +strawberry family fluff and bb drops more content for them (it's angst)

#itlogthoughts #inquirer are you okay... girl... say something..........#ok i'd be pretty pissed too if the only place i could relax in was connected to that underground organization that's been a pain in my* ass #for like. a while (*and pretty much everyone else's...? or at least those from the council of magic)#what i wonder though is that considering cherry pie is there there must be other fruit witches (or at least. anyone with an “unimportant”-#-specialty) in their ranks. that being said if the other witch disappearances are also from the everlasting (ie spider witch; lily witch-#-heck even the lemon witch that cherry may or may not have cooked) why are they targeting civilians instead of like. idk their actual targe #i mean giving it more thought it's probably so they can collect power before attempting anything (which makes sense) on the council #but like... do they not feel bad. because they're essentially preying on witches who are already at a disadvantage to the system (which-#-would also technically work in their favor; the council doesn't value them so if they disappeared it would cause minimal issue)#i guess it's a “the end justifies the means” type scenario but i'd hope that if the everlasting does manage to usurp the council of witches #they wouldn't go hungry (ha-ha.) for power and abuse it in the same way they're doing #on a completely unrelated note of all of the people to take on the role of the head of the mind division ... why and how did they pick-#-memorial. i mean he could be qualified for the job or maybe well-loved but going from that one post bb made anything under their managemen #is a total mess in comparison to when philos was the head. that combined with the whole "can't get mad at what you can't remember thing...#i suspect foul play :/#i wonder what button's speciality is because there's no way that they're just a random hire

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majorshatterandhare · 6 months

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Biblically accurate Brian is just a huge knot of brass pipe

#is this… is this funny?#i know jesus =/= angel but icouldnt stop thinking about a brian made out of copper/brass pipes #i think if you try to follow one of the lines through it doesnt make sense and hurts your brain makes it hard to focus vision and mentally #the mechanisms #drumbot brian #you should watch the video on yt about the conglang this person made for a contest called seraphim. i watched it early on in my learning-#about languages so i understood like 5% of what was said. probably wouldnt understand much more now. but its very cool world building #i have the quantum leap theme song stuck in my head so also go listen to that. theres a saxophone in it

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no1ryomafan · 4 months

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With more older anime I watch that’s specifically about androids the more I noticed all the influence mega man pulled from it despite it not being a anime nor the robot timeline ever getting a proper anime but I think what gets me more then “the basis of mega man is like astro boy, casshern and POSSIBLY kikaider all in a blender with mega man x making the second two inspos more apparent” is realizing how many villain characters inspired proto man.

You have the obvious one, char from Gundam, you have rock holmes from Astro boy who’s not a confirmed one but seems to track given classic takes a lot of Astro boy influence and then you have Saburo from Android kikaider, the most likely inspo for proto in EVERY category- and then you remember how while these characters are evil for a complex reason, proto man really shines to be different as he changed his ways. He’s still a rival to his “brother” in a sense but bass takes more of the role of the evil mega man, while proto just watches from afar and comes in to help when he thinks he’s needed.

I’m going to rotate this red robot fuck for awhile again FUCK

#meg text #I don’t feel like tagging anything involved properly since most fans won’t know wtf im saying #im 90% sure I’m one of the only mm fan educate on old things even if there’s mecha heads who know it #even if I still need to watch more of its actual inspirations #this rants more disjointed because I lost where the fuck I was going but tldr proto man got me again #I hate to admit he’s my favorite classic character bc it’s a basic bitch answer but he really is #Mfs go “I don’t like classic/x that much” then immediately obsess over the red robots in it #bc zero isn’t safe from this EITHER since he’s also confirmed to be based off of char #and his entire character is about defying his intended to be evil past which he ultimately does in the end #but proto took from so many evil rival characters that it’s always fascinating to me how he shifts #even if Archie was the only time this arc got somewhat fleshed out it’s still compelling to think about #not to despite his brother being stronger he’s more advanced because he arguably is the first robot with free will #arguably he was more of a basis for X then rock #just light made sure X would turn out fine because proto ran away #probably why he didn’t give rock the same free will even if it would’ve made sense for his characterization #*rotating robots* GOD

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mike-haters-dni · 1 year

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Woah I did it again guys stole this right from the writer's room google drive what do we think

#ok so in my head this scene takes place in a sort of dream episode where vecna has the party trapped in a liminal neon mall #space thats designed to be like a perfect reality that makes them forget about The Plot and thats why Max is here and fine #and why El still has her powers (she has to lose them after defeating vecna thats just my truth) and also why #everyone is so fashionable and cool and happy in this #if you werent before so reread this and imagine everyone wearing really cool slightly anachronistic outfits pls and ty #or continue imagining whatever context you were bc it probably made more sense than this #just know the episode devolves into social chaos as everyone starts doubting reality and trying to kill each other #anyway #scenes from st5 #mileven #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #el hopper #mike wheeler #the gangs all here :^)#stranger things #fanfiction

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napsaps-archive · 10 months

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people trying to reclaim the color green from dream is a bit like elon musk rebranding twitter

#.txt #does this need more elaboration . it made sense in my head whatever SEND POST .#probably the last thing im posting about it tbh like it's funny but well

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itchose · 2 months

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tai is kind of, sort of a very vague depiction of what allie might have turned out to be if the trajectory of her life went the way it was going before the crash. walk with me please

presumably tai was just like her in the sense that she was the only freshman or at least one of the few freshmen that played on the varsity team. they were both extremely good players so young and it was very noticeable to their peers / their community. tai has the chance to grow up and get even better and thrive, with the goal to go on and play in college. soccer was such a big part of her life and she was so invested and determined to be successful that she didn't let anyone get in her way for it, including allie.

it's tai pushing her as hard as she did that started making allie play better. she was given a challenge and she was up for it and it fueled her to be better, much like it would for tai.

that's how allie likely would have turned out if she got the chance. but her leg is broken, she's stopped from going to nationals, the crash happens + her teammates disappear, and she just stalemates. her love for soccer is so soured, not just because of her injury, but because all the spotlight she'd gained for being so young and so good had faded and she quickly slipped into irrelevancy. people were no longer looking to her as if she was the Next Big Thing, like they would've expected from her at the beginning of the season (expectations that were already weighing on her so hard that she was choking in the game, obviously). they were just wondering when their varsity team would return and that no longer included allie in their minds. that praise she had earned throughout the season just diminishes. all that's left is the jv team who, according to tai, sucks.

so soccer just inevitably loses its enjoyment because she was thriving so early on and it just plummets. because it doesn't matter anymore. her sophomore season, people are only vaguely curious about the team because at that point, the varsity team is still missing, they've got new coaches, and obviously... they're just not going to be any good. allie keeps choking and never really gets over it. allie could attempt to be the savior, the best player on the team now and dig them out of their hole, but it just doesn't feel worth it. she's not going anywhere. soccer just doesn't hit the same way anymore.

if the plane never crashed, if allie never broke her leg, if any of it would have turned out differently, allie would have gotten through her high school years and likely turned out to be one of the best soccer players the school ever had. she'd learn how to to manage her in-game anxiety better and stop choking when it really matters, put all that behind her, and truly thrive. she'd be just as adamant as tai was to be the very best and to achieve everything in reach. she would have been just as determined to make nationals the next three years. she would have gone on to play in college and she would have let soccer run her life and she'd actually be passionate about something.

but she loses that passion because she doesn't know how to get it back anymore. she doesn't know why she should. she doesn't know how to keep going on like everything's normal because it's not. she's dealing with a strange sense of survivor's guilt but also trying to fight back against that narrative that people are constantly throwing at her, telling her that she should be grateful for what tai did to her because it saved her life, but how can she be grateful when it cost her everything? and that's not even tai's fault because allie doesn't know how to bounce back the next year for so many other reasons.

the same is true in her personal life beyond soccer, because it's implied that she's popular + gets a lot of attention from boys, and she probably would have gone on to be the most popular girl in school, homecoming queen, the girl everyone wants to be / be with / be friends with, but she never does. she wasn't on that plane and yet it still ruins her life (not in the same way, obviously, but her only way to cope with it is to connect it the same way, anyway).

i joke about her peaking at 15 all the time but it's literally true. she was on track be this hugely successful soccer player + the girl everyone knew and liked and wanted to be around, and now she is none of those things. she is a forgotten name who never left her hometown and never became anything because she never regained that same kind of passion for anything after she lost it for soccer. she's frozen in time and never truly knows who she is, who she is supposed to be, or who she wants to be. that's why she clings so hard to the crash + the survivors even still, it's literally all she has even though she technically never had it. it's all that makes her relevant even though it's technically not.

#study: allie.#meta: allie.#i got away from my original point but do you hear me #i made more sense saying this out loud to lex i think (her probably: no you didnt?)#this is why idk how to write her and tais interactions bc my head is jumbled when i think about them together but <3

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