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kelppsstuff · 2 months

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So like what if Adam didn't die and lute managed to come out of the battle WITH an arm?

I want both of them to suffer a little so hear me out

What if our dear reader is an exorcist? So of course she's an angel!

What'll their reaction be if the two witnessed their dear close friend, the sweetest angel and friend they had the fortune to meet in their long lives, sacrifice herself so that the two of them would go back safely? (Forcing herself to go beyond her limits, healing all of their wounds and even opening a portal back to heaven just for the two of them.)

+ the fact that they're both horrible people and the only person who cared for both of them, tended their wounds, always there to back them both up, is now gone?

Angst is calling for me to make the two of them suffer a lil

Omg yes! This is such a good idea! I love making characters suffer! ALSO I do every request so don’t be afraid to send them! And it may take me some time to get to them, but I shall get to them. Sorry it took so long hope you enjoy! By far the favorite thing I’ve ever wrote. Like legit made me cry.

“I’m so fucking sorry!”

Part One| Part Two

Masterlist

Warning: death, angst, cursing

Summery: Adam and Lute watch you die, the only person they loved

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“Are you guys sure about this? I mean what if her father shows up?” You spoke to the two exterminator angels.

They both looked to you simultaneously and there eyes softened on your worried form. Lute was the first to speak up to ease your worries. “It’s gonna be okay. Lucifer was the one who let us do this yearly anyways.” You nodded your head. She was right but you still worried.

“Don’t worry about it, hot stuff. If he shows up I can handle him.” Adam spoke ever so confidently. “Promise?” You were so afraid for them. Adam walked over and gave you a hug, kissing the top of your head. “Promise.” You reached out for Lute, wanting her to join the hug as well.

As she joined the hug you spoke from between their chest. “After the battle let’s all go and have a beach day.” The two angels laughed and agreed.

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You hurried to Lute as you so saw her rip her arm off. You never flew so fast in your life. When you got to her you stopped her from flying after Vaggie. “We have to help Adam!” She spoke frantically.

“And I will. You need to sit down and let me help you first.” You sat her on the ground and placed your hands over where her arm should be.

A white glowing light came from your hands as you focused on rebuilding her arm. You started to feel dizzy as blood pooled in your moth. You could see black spots but when you were down Lutes arm had been good as new. You would t even know it’s been severed if not for her uniform sleeve. You two went to stand but the ground rumbled. You looked up and saw a golden light. Adams golden light came down in the middle of the hotel.

You quickly threw Lute away from the beam and got hit instead. A cut was in your shoulder. In went clean through. Your arm was fucking toasted from the severed nerves. You finally blacked out.

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“Welcome to heaven.” Saint Peter spoke as you arrived at the golden gates. Though you weren’t interested in him, more so the man beside him talking to another female. “Then when the concert was over a BUNCH of girl came to the back to meet me. It was awesome.” The man spoke. You quickly intruded the conversation. “You play in a band?”

The man is what seemed like a mask turned to look at you, while sipping his drink loudly. “Sure am babe! Your looking at the first man!” Your eyes widened, but not because he was first man. “What part in the band do you play.”

You showed no interest in him being the first man. Normally that would piss him off but this time he didn’t care. “Guitarist.” Your smile widened.

You looked to the girl, clearly wanting her to joking the conversation as well. “Are you apart of the band?!” You were so excited and nice. It felt refreshing for Lute. “No.” Her voice sounded cold, though talking to you sparked a warmth inside her. “I’m Y/N.”

Lute smiled and extended her hand. “Lute.” You started to excitedly shake her hand. Happy to make a new friend.

Adam wrapped his arm around you both. “I’m Adam.” Well two new friends.

—

“You guys what?!” You asked, eyes wide at what just came out of Adams mouth. It was a slip up on Adams part. They had just gotten done with the extermination and Adam was use to telling you everything. So he may have slipped up and started talking about the extermination.

“Listen babe. It has to be done.” Adam was worried. Worried that you would get kicked out of heaven if Sera found out you knew.

Lute was the one who explained the whole situation. How the sinners were up-rising. How it needed to be done to protect heaven.

To both Adam and Lutes surprise you understood. It made them happy that you were accepting of it. For the first time they truly felt like someone wouldn’t leave. Sure they had each other before this but there friendly relationship really started from you being there glue.

“Okay babe but now that you know you have to become an exterminator like us.”

That made you nervous but Adam and Lute always stayed with you during it. They also didn’t expect you to kill anyone. All you needed to do was wear the uniform one day a year.

—

You stared at the papers that needed to be done. Since you didn’t kill the demons you demanded to do Adams paperwork.

You slowly blinked. You were tired but you had an hour to finish this and give it to Sera.

A coffee was placed right in front of you. You looked up and saw Lute. You smiled at her and grabbed the coffee. You also grabbed her hand and gave her a friendly kiss on the lips.

It was something you two had started doing recently. A way to give each-other the attention you craved.

Just as that had happened Adam walked through the door. His eyes widened. You were quick to explain it was platonic before he could assume anything. One he understood what happened he demanded you start doing that with him. He demanded the same thing from Lute as well.

As time went on many people believed you were in a poly relationship. But y’all were platonic friends who did romantic things sometimes.

Sure y’all all had sex together quite a bit, but no one ever felt any romantic feelings. It was all friendly and it felt natural.

—

You groaned awake at the sound of Adam shouting. “All of man-kind came from these nuts!” You opened your eyes to see Lute staring down at you, panic in her eyes. You smiled at her. Though your moment was cut short at the sound of Adam gasping. You looked over to him and saw a little maid stabbing him. You and Lute shouted Adams name as your hurried to fly to him. Fuck.

“Adam look at me your going to be fine.” You spoke your tone in confidence despite the tears running down your face. He smiled at his two girls looking over him.

He may have lost two wives, but he gained two best friends he would never replace for a damn thing.

You started to heal his wound with your hand like you did Lutes arm. You could feel pain all throughout your body as you pushed your limits. Your eyes started bleeding as did your nose.

Lute was conflicted as she watched you. She knew you needed rest but she didn’t want Adam to die. All you had to do was save Adam she would get you to a hospital.

But you weren’t making it back.

As Adam eyes opened he felt better than the first day he was made. He looked to Y/N and she smiled at him. Happy he was okay. He went to talk but she fell to his side. Her breath shallow. He hurriedly got up and looked her up and down. At that moment the portal closed and all the angels were gone beside him, you and Lute.

“Fuck babe look at me.” Your eyes were distant but you focused back in on him. Your Adam. Your apple.

“I love you, Apple. I love you too, wild girl.” You said to them both. Making them cry harder. “I love you too. More than anything.” They both said to her simultaneously. You closed your eyes and a portal opened.

“Fuck!” Lute shouted. She knew you weren’t going to make it.

“I’m so fucking sorry!” He spoke loudly as your eyes started to flutter closed. “It’s okay. Be happy. And go have that beach day.” Lute sobbed in her hand as she fell to the ground.

Adam gripped to you harder his tears falling to your chest as he cried silently. He couldn’t shout anymore. “Come back to us.” He whispered. You didn’t complete his wish. The one time you didn’t give him what he wished for.

Your breathing stopped and your halo fell. “I’m sorry baby.” Adam cooed in your ear, as he started to rock the two of you. Begging for god to give him back the one of the two woman he ever loved. You and Lute.

He looked to the sky. “You cruel manipulative bastard! Was a good person. I thought god was supposed to be merciful.” Lucifer watched as the first man shared the same rage he once had with god. “I have never asked for anything! I didn’t ask for Lilith. I didn’t ask for Eve! All I ask is to bring Y/N back to us.” But god did not respond. Leaving Adam to turn his rage to the group watch.

“I will kill you all!” He shouted, the tears coming from his eyes seeming endless. “I will have my vengeance.”

He picked you up as Lute grabbed your halo. The two walked through the portal.

They did have that beach day, but it was your funeral. Where your body was buried where no one could find. Only him and Lute. The two hugged each other as they both lost the person they loved most.

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OMG I HAVE NEVER CRIED WHILE WRITING SOMETHING UNTIL THIS DAY! But I hoped you enjoyed! And I do take requests so please send away!

- kelp 💛 (someone help I’m dying from heartache)

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fictionalgap · 4 months

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Steal My Heart

(chapter 3)

Pairing: Kit Thantalos x Thief! Reader

Summary: Your first weeks of being Princess's personal guard.

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Song Recommendation: Oh to Be in Love - Kate Bush

You were sittting in front of the Queen of Tir Asleen and it was really hard to not to be nervous. Especially after you have just met her daughter. The princess was something else... Fierce, extremely pretty and caring. You liked that she didn't dressed in gowns like other princesses. She looked really cool and badass like that. Even when she was on the grass and bit by a snake.

"So what kind of things you were engaged with? Don't bother to lie though. I can tell."

You didn't want to lie to your future mother in l-, the Queen. So you told her every criminal activity you did which include lots of theft.

"That's all?" she questioned with a raised brow.

"Yes, your majesty."

She sighed. "Okay. You are free to go. You are not under charge of anything."

"Really?"

"Really." she nodded, keeping her gaze on you.

"Unless, you want a job." she added.

Your mouth hang open. "A-a job?"

"Of course no more theft. Especially in this castle. It won't be tolerated and you would be banished from Tir Asleen."

You gulped. 'What kind of a job is this, your majesty?'

"My daughter, the Princess used to have a personal guard. She left to train with other guards somewhere far away. I want you to be her new personal guard."

You were out of words. 'New personal guard of the Princess…'

"Your majesty, I am honored by your offer. It's just I don't know anything about being a guard. There are people more capable than me here. Why me?"

Queen smiled at you knowingly. "I have lots of guards here. She doesn't want them. I have this feeling she would make an exception this time. But that's not the exact reason at all. You saved her before knowing she was a princess. You saw a girl bit by a snake. "

"Anyone would do-"

"They wouldn't and you saw enough things to know that. For the capable part, Kit wants to train all the time. Also, I have lots of capable guards and knights you can train in this castle so that'll cover that. You're already familiar with necessary stuff as much as our healers told what they found in your pockets." You smiled and looked down at your feet. You couldn't feel your knives on you. They probably put it somewhere else.

"What I need for her isn't capable. It's resilience. You saved her when your condition was not appropriate at all and when you were running away from going to court. You threw that all away to help. That's what I need from you for my daughter. "

You fiddled with your fingers.

"Why do you trust me? I am a thief."

"That's a good enough offer not to ruin. I trust that."

You nodded. More than good enough. Spending time with princess and training all day, only to protect her when required. That was more like a prize.

"Does the Princess know? About the job?"

The queen eyed to something behind you and you looked at you back to see the Princess smiling nervously.

"I wanted to be here so that she wouldn't scold you." she joked and the Queen rolled her eyes.

You sighed nervously.

"My mum insists for me to have a personal guard so If anyone is going to be that It should be you." she stared at you for a while.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat. You tried to make yourself remember how to breathe under her gaze.

"So, what do you say?" Kit asked, her hands were at her back.

"Yes." your smile met your eyes.

Queen and the Princess shared a pleased look.

~~~

Weeks passed. Kit and you were like best friends. She didn't want you to treat her any differently. You had lots of fun with her. You trained almost everyday whether it was with Kit or any guards within the castle. You had to train with others when she was doing her 'Princess' duties. You liked training though. It made you feel strong, less vulnerable, like you weren't totally helpless.

The first time they payed you, you sent it to your mother with a letter through a messenger.

' I got a job at the castle as Princess's personal guard. This is my first pay. I won't do theft anymore. Something happened and now I'm not charged with anything. I am fine.

How are you holding up? I will visit you as soon as it is possible.

Y/N '

She sent a letter back to you.

"I'm good. Don't worry. We live with Marlene and her kids together. We help each other. Thank you for the money. You don't have to sent all of it. I don't know If they will let Princess's personal guard to leave her alone to visit her mum but If they will, you know where to find me. I really would like to hear what happened. I hope you're okay. I know your father had different opinions but I'm glad you found a proper job. It's not easy to live as a thief.

Take care of yourself.

Your mum. '

You put the letter in your pocket and walked to the Princess's bedroom. The door opened and you faced with Princess's personal maid. She smiled at you which you returned immediately. After she left you entered Kit's bedroom. "Your highness?" you called. The room looked empty.

"How many times am I going to have to tell you. It's Kit." an amused voice came behind you. You felt her breath at the back of your ear.

Somehow she always end up coming from your behind. Too sneaky for a princess.

You turned to her. "You scared me." you smiled genuinely.

She tilted her head to the side with a sly smile. "Aren't thieves supposed to be cautious of their surroundings?" she started to draw circles around you like a shark coming for its prey. You felt nervous. 'What the hell she was doing?' you thought to yourself.

Your gaze followed hers. "They usually are. I just didn't know I should be cautious of you and in your bedroom. " You tried to hide your amusement and crossed your arms.

She bit her pink lip and looked at her feet.

"I have a reputation for being spontaneous. You never know what's coming when it's me, Y/N. I don't even know." she said as she circled around you.

You chuckled and released your arms.

"Okay, we' re going." she pulled your hand quickly and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"Wait- where?" you tried to get her attention for her to explain which she ignored, smiling.

"You'll see! " she said cheerfully.

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 7 months

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OFMD 2.01-2.03 thoughts!

Spoilers aplenty!

I've only watched the episodes the once so far so I'm sure I'm gonna forget a lot of stuff, but I can contain myself no longer, and must speak!

Oh man, I am SO EXCITED. I couldn't sleep because trying to go to bed with this many fictional feelios crackling away inside of me was just impossible, like I'd chugged a crazy amount of caffeine. This is also exactly how I felt the night that 1.09 and 1.10 aired, so it felt so fitting. (Ironically, I'm writing this before I have my caffeine today because I can wait no longer, so it might make no sense. But I have to try!)

I've watched season one soooooo many times -- like, every episode is just completely scored upon my psyche, I basically have the whole thing memorized -- so it felt so WILD to finally be getting MORE and it was REAL! This also reminded me of how the season one finale was perhaps the most upset I've ever been about television, outside of unjust character deaths, HIMYM, etc. -- like, upset in a way where it was narratively thrilling to be so upset, for a change! But the emotional distress of that ending obviously settled down a bit to me once I'd watched the episode for the zillionth time and just really got used to what happened to Ed. That initial shock wore off. So picking up where that episode left off and spending these episodes really bearing witness to him still being in that place was SO VISCERALLY UPSETTING AND WILD AND GREAT!!!!!! Oh my God, Taika Waititi. Aaaaaacting!!!!

Everything just being darker, richer, so unhinged was really thrilling -- we can't really go back to the sort of affable placidity of a lot of season one, or at least not right now, and it just felt really appropriate for where the story is and like a really natural growth to the tone. I think it also really had a sense of exuberance powered by how lovingly received season one was, which just felt great to watch.

The gorgeous New Zealand landscapes, oh my God!!!! And how fitting it feels, now that it's not Stede playing at pirates so much as everything being Really God Damn Real, that the physical world has expanded so much around them and there's so much more of a sense of sublime natural beauty.

STEDE WAS A MERMAN!!!!!! sorry, getting ahead of myself here. But my God, I am so obsessed with the fact that they just went for that moment. It's camp! It's achingly beautiful! It's The Shape of Water, it's Splash, it's Zoolander, it's a reverse Killing Eve that my soul sorely needed! Kate Bush was there! They almost kissed under the water! ED'S LOVE FOR STEDE INTERRUPTED HIS DESIRE TO DIE! AUGHHHHHH.

I'm really, really sad that my internet gave out right in the middle of that sequence. I just feel so bummed that I'll never experience it for the first time the way David Jenkins & Co. intended because technology betrayed me! I will never have known the emotional build of that moment the way it was meant to be seen. 😢 But oh well! I'm dealing with it! I'm being so brave! (I'm always extremely weird about wanting fiction to have the exact impact on me that the creators strove for it to, and it really bothers me when it gets interrupted somehow. But at least, you know, it was just THIS, the show and romance I currently care most about in the WORLD!)

Anyway: the handholding and how it mirrors Ed putting his hand over Stede's and that close-up in 1.04! YES! What a shot to end the episode on, sob sob sob!

I also loved the two close-ups of Ed's eyes, at the start of the wedding rampage and then when he wakes up. Parallels! Yesss!!!

I know we all kinda expected it to happen for the whole hiatus, but that doesn't diminish at all the pure joy and unhingedness of Stede's total love for Ed never wavering even at the news that Ed's rampaging his way across the high seas in a state of total derangement. If that's a dealbreaker, then that's not love! They made him look like a GHOUL!

I really liked the tension between Stede and Lucius because that was something I hadn't really thought to expect. And Stede giving Lucius jaded life advice! Yes!

Sidenote: Lucius, alive? Who could have possibly seen it coming??? (Also, his reunion with Pete, 🥹🥹🥹!)

I also just generally loved getting to see the crew again and all of their antics together figuring out their circumstances. I missed you all so much!!!

MORE LADIES YESSSSS! I love Archie!!!!! I love Zheng!!!! I love Auntie!!!!! And I loved getting to see Spanish Jackie living her best life again! Such a joy to have so many hilarious badass women around. I am living for them all.

The romantic quadrangle stuff popping up with Olu and Jim was great fun on all sides (even if I had to watch makeouts while Jim was holding a recently severed leg; please, set aside the leg!), and I also loved how Jim told Olu about it right away and just the sweet vibes between them in their reunion scene, aww. Looking forward to seeing whatever happens there.

In particular, Zheng crushing on Olu was so cute and like, who can blame her?? History's greatest pirate: she's just like us! Omg, what an enemy for them to have now.

Also, Jim doing the voices for Fang FOREVER!!!!! Such a sweet moment! And Jim's speech about how sweet life on The Revenge used to be and how happy they all were together absolutely tore my heart out. Because yeah!!! I feel like we the audience members were part of that crew too!!! WE HAVE TO GO BACK, KATE!!!

I had vowed to hate Izzy forever, I held steadfast to my vow for all those hiatus months, and then these three episodes were like, "Ha ha, yeah right!" Magnificently played, ya bastards!!! You got me! I especially loved when he said to Stede that the two of them made Ed into what he became; that was so interesting and I'm really curious to see how Stede and Izzy's dynamic grows. Iz, I am so sorry about your many toes and then your leg. Wishing you the coolest peg leg.

Random sidenote: when Auntie was like, "Buttons is a sea witch contained in the body of a mortal man," I was 100% like ... That makes so much sense, actually??? I, for one, am a believer. Is this why you can speak seagull, sir/sea witch?

The whole sequence with Ed and Dream Hornigold in episode 3 was so good, aughhhhh! And THE RETURN OF JEFF. I love how on some level Ed just wants to work in the hospitality industry. Let! Him! And! Stede! Retire! And! Open! Their! Inn! Slash! Snakery! Snackery!

I am so excited that we have post-credits episode tags now. As if this show could get any more exquisite. IT DID. Now there's always just a lil' nibble more!

I love how, just like in season one, we got our Ed/Stede-less time out of the way quick by having the first three eps all air together. And now, let us sail perilously further into feelings land!

I have so much more to say but I'm so tired and I need black tea. I'm sure I'll be back later today with a zillion more belated thoughts! PEACE! 🧜‍♂️

Also, just a few Cinematic New Zealand Beach Vibes notes -- the opening dream sequence had me like, "Xena and Gabrielle at the end of 'The Bitter Suite'!"* and Ed waking up in beach purgatory had me like, "THE PIANO!" I just had to share. Idk why. Have I mentioned how happy I am that season two gets to be in New Zealand??

*Idk if this is in any way deliberate, but I firmly maintain that Ed/Stede has a lotta roots in Xena/Gabrielle. Like, if you ever feel like the universe simply can't give you enough Ed/Stede (understandable), then you should watch Xena for a lot of similar shippy emotional thrills. OFMD had better give us a nicer ending, tho. (Today I learned from a D. Jenks interview that Blackbeard historically got beheaded!!)

Okay, time to go stare at a million gifsets.

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biographydivider · 2 years

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You know how everyone has a soundtrack to do chores to? Something that makes the banal, mundane tasks of living that little bit more bearable?

Donnie has his podcasts; No Such Thing As A Fish, You're Wrong About, a little MFM when he was feeling sassy ("stay sexy, gentlemen - and don't get murdered!")

Mikey had bubblegum pop, mostly old school stuff - Britney, Christina, Backstreet. Silly fun music to keep his energy up.

Raph liked repeats of Make A Man Out Of You from Mulan. It made him feel strong for lifting up the couch to vacuum, which was always his job.

And Leo...

"Nardo," Donnie called, as he and his brothers walked into the common room of the lair. "We have returned --"

"With snacks!"

"Yes Michael. With snacks. For movie night. Which we cannot have unless the lair is spotless, according to Papa."

Raph dumped the canvas bag of candies, chips and dips on the kitchen counter (of course the boys do their part to reduce waste; you think they want their sea-dwelling cousins to be eating plastic bags, straws up their noses?! Nuh-uh). "You done with the dusting, Leo? Uh...Leo?"

The faint strings of accoustic guitar and piano could be heard from the gaming room. Donnie scrunched up his nose in confusion.

"That sounds like Sunita's playlist. Did we leave something with Bluetooth turned on?"

The music started to swell.

"Sacred prayer, and we'd swear to remember it all too well..."

Someone was singing along. The boys crept towards the game room, weapons drawn.

"Well," the voice sang, cracking with emotion, "maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much --!"

"Is that...?" Raph asked. Donnie nodded, and Mikey started to giggle. As they rounded the corner into the gaming room, all three boys put their weapons away.

Becuase there was Leo. Draped over one of the chairs of an arcade machine, mop in hand, singing along to Taylor Swift.

"Runnin' scared, I was there, I remember it all toooooo weeelll...."

Mikey went to speak, to let his brother know they were there, but Donnie clapped a hand over his mouth. April's girlfriend Sunita loved this song, he'd heard it a million times. He knew what was coming.

Sure enough, Leo sank to his knees, his face a mix of anguish and ecstasy, clutching the mop handle like a microphone.

"AND Y'CALL ME UP AGAIN JUS' TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE!!!"

Leo made a fist and shook it sadly.

"So casually cruel in the name of being honest..."

"Having fun, Nardo?" Donnie snarked, leaning against the arcade machine. Leo leapt up like he'd been electrocuted; limbs flailing, rocketing back against the screen and getting an impressively high score on Zombi-o-Rama 3.

"Aiii-!!!"

"Does that mean y'chores are done?" Raph said, trying to keep a smile from his face. "Only reason you couldn't come to the bodega was 'cuz you weren't finished up yet."

"Yeah, I..." Leo got to his feet, flushing and clearing his throat. "Got, uh...just got in here to mop."

"Well, sooner you finish, sooner you can come help us set up for tonight."

"I got you your favourite chips!" Mikey sang as he and Raph left to head back to the common room. Leo pouted.

"Can't I have them now? As a pre-reward?"

"Sooner you get started," Donnie said, still smirking, "sooner you can have your Habanero Doritos. Oh, don't be upset, brother!" He started to back out of the room, wiggling his hips. "You simply have to shake shake shake shake shake, shake it off, shake it off..."

"DONNIE DANCES TO KATE BUSH WHEN HE THINKS NO-ONE'S HOME" Leo bellowed, loud enough for the whole sewer to hear.

"Wh--? How do you--? I mean, no I--"

"HE WRAPS HIMSELF IN A BATH TOWEL AND PRETENDS HE'S SEXY"

"Leo--!!"

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ckret2 · 10 months

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Would Bill like

1. ABBA

2. Grateful dead

3. Mitski

4. Vocaloid (things like Kikou, Echo by Creeper-p, and Again also by Creeper-p

5. Kate Bush

Idk these were things I thought he'd like

For those of y'all just getting here, I'm using this list here as my guidelines for What Music I Believe Bill Cipher Would Like, Loosely Based On Canon.

1. Yeah I think he'd like ABBA (or, y'know, BABBA, as the case may be). He likes party music and that's like, party music of the 70s—though I imagine he lost interest in them as they stopped being contemporary.

But more importantly, it gives me the mental image of Dipper singing Disco Girl and Bill Fucking Cipher joins in like "I LOVE THIS SONG!" He'd be mortified.

Now I'm just thinking of parody song titles for BABBA. "Hand Me! Hand Me! Hand Me! (A Guy Late At Night)." "Mommy Mama." "The Loser Takes Nothing." "Dollars, Dollars, Dollars." "Superb Soldier."

2. Now, I've said I think Bill is all over well-known psychedelic music, so you'd think Grateful Dead would be top of the list; but when I sit and listen to their top hits, it makes me think less In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida or Jefferson Airplane, and more John Denver, so thus far I've passed over them. But digging a bit deeper I'm finding more stuff that gives me Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds vibes, so this is probably just a sign that I need to finally fill in the Grateful Dead-shaped hole in my mental musical library like I've been meaning to do for years. I'm gonna tentatively say "yes" just due to the fact that it's the Grateful Dead, but I haven't listened to them enough to say WHAT he'd enjoy.

3. I will grant that it's very funny to imagine Bill laying on a bed staring at the ceiling while "NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY—" blasts at top volume. However I think the main reason it's funny is because it's jarringly incongruous. Most of Mitski's music is dreamy-sounding, deeply introspective, and carried not by simple pop-friendly melodies but by the the complexity & poetry of the lyrics—and I think all of those are things Bill tends to steer away from. "Can you take psychedelics to it in the back of a van with tie-dye tapestries on the wall?" or "Can you rave to it?" covers most of his casual music listening.

(However, I do think he's got an ex girlfriend who did beat poetry that sounds kinda like Mitski lyrics as performed by a screaming death metal band. Someday I'll get around to drawing some of his exes.)

4. I say this as somebody who loves "Again" and "Echo"—I think he'd hate them, & probably most of Kikuo's music. There's a vast breadth of Vocaloid music—it's not really a genre so much as it is an instrument—and while I don't necessarily think he'd outright reject anything made with Vocaloid, I do think he'd steer away from the lyrically darker music. Like I said, I don't think he likes deeply introspective music. This triangle hasn't acknowledged or explored a negative emotion in a bajillion years and he's not about to start now. I mean, come on:

Cause I am on fire; a crying, burning liar; seeing nothing, nothing, but myself; and I'm the one with the lighter!

Is that about Bill? Sure, that's about Bill!!! You could insert it into the middle of the axolotl poem and hardly even notice.

(Making this was a mistake, in my head I started singing "if he wants to shirk the blame, he'll have to invoke my name" to the tune of "Again". Unplanned new headcanon voice for the Axolotl.)

However, "this describes Bill well" doesn't mean "Bill would like this." In fact, I think "this describes Bill well" almost guarantees that Bill would dislike a particular song. The fact that "Again" has such an apt description of him is exactly why he'd despise it. If you try to play this in his hearing, he's blowing up the speaker, burning down the house, turning your head into an ice cream cone and biting it off, and then telling his stunned silent friends that he got tired of this whiny boring music now let's go destroy something fun. Assuming he doesn't simply show no reaction to it at all so that he can avoid showing weakness.

Just about any songs about doubt, remorse, or bad feelings are gonna get the same reaction out of him. He doesn't wanna touch them with a ten foot pole. Music is for partying, music is for escapism. I can see him enjoying a darker song if it's framed in a way that invites the listener to derive voyeuristic schadenfreude from the singer's suffering—but if it's meant to confront you or discomfort you, or if listeners are expected in any way to personally identify with the lyrics, he's not touching it.

I could potentially see him listening to some of Kikuo's music if he can engage it STRICTLY as a party song. For instance, Gomenne Gomenne has sections that make it a solid dubstep song—with frenetic wordless singing on top, I think that'd appeal to Bill—so he might could put it on at a party... as long as the party is loud enough that he doesn't have to pay any attention to the lyrics about horrific child abuse and the resultant trauma. Maybe find a remix that leaves out all the lyrics about low self-esteem, brokenness, and worthlessness—but leave in the bits about rib soup, he thinks that part's funny once the context is removed. Violence is great, he just doesn't wanna be expected to pity someone.

It's a big stretch, though. If I had to pick Vocaloid songs for him, I'd look for either party-ready EDM with relatively bland lyrics or the really experimental pieces that do ear-hurting insane discordant things by pushing the Vocaloid program to the limits of the sounds it can generate; but I probably wouldn't pick Vocaloid for him at all.

5. I don't have anything special to say about Kate Bush, I just don't think anything about her music would intrigue him but there's nothing about it that would specifically deeply rub him the wrong way. Since I assume he's passingly familiar with most notable popular/mainstream artists, I'm sure he's heard her hits, he could probably sarcastically bang out a few bars of "Running Up That Hill" on the piano if he ever somehow found himself in a situation where sarcastic "Running Up That Hill" would be fitting; but the same could be said of any other chart-topping musician.

#anonymous #ask #music #bill cipher

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i’m making a personal first gen hc post bc i’ve been thinking of TDOJ and my own fic for a lil bit so

- declan and constantine did not get along at the trials and continued to not get along until mid copper year when constantine became a makar

- they didn’t get along because declan + sarah did not come from much; their father physically wasn’t there and their mother wasn’t mentally there and they didn’t have much money. because of this, to him constantine and jericho were nothing but stuck up prissy kids that could and would walk all over declan.

- but why constantine specifically and not jericho? because constantine has trouble with a little concept called empathy. and it took constantine becoming a makar and seeing that money and status couldn’t protect him forever for him to finally develop some empathy.

- sarah was alastair’s first friend ever. alastair felt very out of place on his apprentice group, he was the only person who was a pair of twins and also didn’t score nearly as high as the other four.

- for extra classes/ “electives”, sarah and alastair took up metal magic together.

- yes i know canon says constantine was “charming” and stuff, but consider: jericho being the more popular twin (it’s cause he isn’t two faced and is real)

- declan punk rocker is REAL

- declan gets jericho into a lot of punk rock stuff, which pisses constantine off to his wits end because him and jerichos room is RIGHT next to eachother and the music bleeds through.

- he also annoys the shit out of constantine by singing 21st century digital boy (bad religion). and it actually makes constantine like the song. it’s catchy!

- sarah and her brother are outwardly very similar. but in reality, they have very few things in common.

- sarah loves michael jackson, celine dion, kate bush, the works— these bands declan cannot STAND and it causes arguments .

- constantine ends up running a Real (not cave food) Food black market. how does he get his hands on so much outside world food? because after he becomes a makar, master joseph brings him protein bars n such and eventually constantine is able to weasel his way into getting any type of food from him

- exterior wise, constantine is the most calm and collected. interior wise, he is not. if there is every a person to NOT get in a screaming match with, it’s him. he will win.

- sarah falls first but alastair falls harder

- in my eyes, constantine is either aro or gay— no in between

- other students air magic the fresh prince of bel air in the gallery and it’s the one thing the whole apprentice group can agree on watching

- rest in peace declan novak you would’ve loved Step Brothers (2008) and probably MCR

- constantine is convinced by jericho (+declan) to split dye his hair his natural brown and bleached blond.

- eliza hates it. she’s not able to properly color match his natural brown and doesn’t want to spend time nor energy going to the salon to fix it, so she makes constantine bleach all his hair

- declan and sarah hadnt properly celebrated their birthday in years till they came to the Magisterium. it was alastair and constantine who planned the party together

- because wasn’t that a thing? in the books? constantine and alastair were canonically best friends and closest? i think master rufus said it in either book 1 or 2

- anyway

- best friend shenanigans with alastair and constantine lead to one-sided alastine (on constantine’s half)

- Constantine made a chaos ridden wolf to cheer Jericho up after makar lessons became too draining on him. it became an emotional support dog for the whole apprentice group (master joseph ends up killing it in the name of science)

#this post got too long #this is probably going to be one of many #magisterium #the magisterium #constantine madden #jericho madden #sarah novak #sarah novak hunt #alastair hunt

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voskhozhdeniye · 4 months

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Musical Obsessions 2023

100 gecs: 10,000 gecs*

Aesop Rock: Integrated Tech Solutions

Alice Coltrane, I listen to her more than John now.

ANOHNI and The Johnsons' It Must Change, Rest and Why Am I Alive Now?

bdrmm's Pulling Stitches

Black Belt Eagle Scout: The Land, The Water, The Sky

Bowery Electric, lots of Bowery Electric

Chelsea Wolfe, lots of Chelsea Wolfe

Coil, lots of Coil

The Decemberists' The Rake's Song

Editors' Munich*

Emeralds, lots of Emeralds

Eric Dolphy, lots of Eric Dolphy

Fever Ray: Radical Romantics

Fiddlehead: Death Is Nothing to Us*

Flying Saucer Attack, lots of Flying Saucer Attack

God Body Disconnect: The Weight of Regression

HEALTH: RAT WARS*

The Inevitable Minor Fires: How Do I Miss You At This Remove? Let Me Count The Ways

Interpol's All the Rage Back Home and My Desire*

James Blake's Fall Back and Big Hammer

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown: SCARING THE HOES*

Kara Jackson: Why Does The Earth Give Us People To Love?*

Katie Gately's Bracer

Kelela: Raven

Lovesliescrushing, LOTS of Lovesliescrushing

Mandy, Indiana: i've seen a way*

Matana Roberts: Coin Coin Chapter Five: In the garden…*

Meat Beat Manifesto's Acid Again

My Wet Calvin's XS Underwear

The Orb: The Orb's Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld

Pan Sonic, lots of Pan Sonic*

Ross Fish: Stasis*

Slowdive: everything is alive

Sudan Archives' Freakalizer (The Egyptian Lover Remix)

SUNN O))), lots of SUNN O)))

Surfer Blood's Gravity

Sweet Trip: Velocity: Design: Comfort.

Thom Nguyên: The Summer Passed in Monotone

Tim Hecker: No Highs

Tod Dockstader: Aerial #1

TYGAPAW: love has never been a popular movement.

Tzusing: 绿帽 Green Hat

Yellow Swans, LOTS of Yellow Swans

Youth Valley: Lullabies For Adults

Zimpel / Ziołek: Zimpel / Ziołek

Zoon: Bekka Ma'iingan

Bold and italicized indicates a favorite released this year.

Matana's is my favorite. I really, really like the Fever Ray album. I forced myself to listen to less music this year than last year. This time last year I was completely fatigued. I broke a lot of habits this year. I have a notebook I've updated yearly since 2011 that lists my first album picked up each year, which albums I had in the car for each month, and every album I've listened to throughout the year that was released that year. Yes, I can tell you what album I had in my car in December 2012. It was Kate Bush's 50 Words For Snow. I didn't keep track of which albums I put in the car this year. I've had various Yellow Swans records in there since October. I also didn't keep track of which 2023 albums I listened to. Last.fm can tell me, but I'm not worried about it.

I have completely stopped listening to the radio, and use Spotify sparsely. My best friends are my external hard drives. I keep identical backups. I don't have THAT much music.

Last year was my jazz year. The goal was to expand beyond the artists I was familiar with. This year was my '90s and early '00s electronic music year. I think I dug a lot more vigorously last year. In fact I said, "Next year I want to start digging through all of the electronic albums the synth bros swear are the most important albums ever made." Some of them I liked, and some of them..... There was a point around June, where I actively recognized my digging around this year wasn't returning as much joy as last year. Autechre, Biosphere, Muslimgauze, and Pan Sonic are the finds whose discographies I've started devouring.

I truly listen to everything, because everything has the potential to be inspiring in someway. The flip side to that is that sometimes I subject myself to stuff I don't like. One of the MTV channels still mainly plays music videos, so sometimes I'll mindlessly watch the latest and greatest music videos to see what's "cool." Most of it is trash. That's how I heard all of these lazy samples people are getting away with.

@knightofleo Andy Stott, sometimes it takes me years to get to recommendations. Yes, you were right. I am taking notes.

I've decided next year I'm going to start with Japanese noise bands and see where they lead me. @the-inevitable-minor-fires and @anarchist-caravan I'm starting with Boris. I've heard very little from them. I'll probably start with Akuma no Uta. I really like Naki Kyoku. Any recommendations from them and other bands to check out? @zombimanos I'm not sure if you go here too, but if so, your input is also welcomed. I am a blank canvas on the subject. It doesn't have to be strictly Japanese noise bands, that's just an area I know has deep veins to mine.

As for my music, I'm drifting between noise and dance. I want my dance tracks to have less structure. If I could describe the sound I'm looking for it's Heart of Aeonia dub. Look up Slowdive's Moussaka Chaos if you haven't heard it. That drunken sound, but more rotted. There's an early Yellow Swans track the eventually evolves into something that sounds like a '90s Busta Ryhmes track. Shackleton also comes to mind. I want to sound murkier, waterlogged. Doom Ambient Techno. This has become a year long project now. I'll make tracks and they feel too far to one side or the other. I planned to do field recordings this year, but never did any away from the house. I might next year.

100 gecs: A now deleted user once said they have no business going so hard. I listen to this a lot at work. Also, hearing a trans woman tell people to suck her dick multiple times puts a smile on my face for some reason.

Editors: I've known this song for years. I have no clue why I suddenly became obsessed with it.

Fiddlehead: I really love the back half of that album.

Interpol: I don't talk about Interpol on here much. Certain Interpol songs make me lose my mind. I intentionally do not listen to them very much.

HEALTH: As a music fan, I like new HEALTH. But goddamn I miss Get Color HEALTH. As a music maker, I listen to new HEALTH and take notes.

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown: I hate them. I also wish they mixed their vocals cleaner. I got auditory issues.

Kara Jackson: I am typing this on December 23rd. In December, I relisten to albums released throughout the year in preparation for this list. I listened to Kara's album and Hannah Jadagu's album back to back last week. I've spoken about this many times before, but as a preteen, I wanted to become an artist because I felt like the emotional palette Black people were allowed to express was extremely constricted. As a child I felt that way, 20 plus years later, and now I know you have to scratch beyond the mainstream surface. It's something I still think about a lot, and not just with music. I was much more interested in film when I was younger. Earlier this year, I heard Joe Budden complain about going to a fashion show and all they played was EDM. (I hate that term) He said, there are niggas here, play some Black music. I know that's just who Joe is, but how does he know it wasn't? What does Black music sound like? Kara's Black, is her music not Black? I'm Black, is my music not Black? Are y'all aware there are people who stopped listening to Kanye after Yeezus because it was too White? Like shout out to you for dropping Kanye before the implosion, but what the fuck? I know where these invisible limits on what Black art and even Black people should look like come from, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating to be constantly feeling pressed up against it. As for the album, I love how it starts out simple and slowly adds more complex layers and arrangements. And then you have the title track, which is breathtaking every time. Put down the controller during Elden Ring down every time breathtaking.

Mandy, Indiana: I wish this album went harder. Every time I listen to it there are moments where I'm like MORE! If I can't get Get Color 2 from HEALTH, these guys are a good candidate for it.

Matana Roberts: I feel like Matana deserves a completely separate post for an essay exclusively about her. I'm so glad she's doing this. Her and Aesop occupy a very strange space for me. I actually get nervous when they announce new music. I always have such high hopes. They always deliver, but there's always that thought of how have they evolved since their last release? Yes, I'm aware of how pretentious this sounds. I don't care. I've had many favorite artists evolve to places it's hard to follow, 1980's Miles Davis for example. Hearing her evolution has been a joy, Aesop's too. I listen to Coin Coin Three the most. That's a taking notes album, but I think this is probably her best one. This one feels more intimate to me than the others. Whenever I listen to the album I think about the very ugly fight for abortion and bodily autonomy that's happening here right now, and the gender gap that men know exists, but like racism, must be confronted if acknowledged. So society ignores it, even though it shapes everything about our lives. Throughout the album she repeats the line, "We remember, they forget." The rapes, the abortions, the morning sickness, the second class status, and so on. The women remember what was done to their bodies. The men casually forget.

Pan Sonic: My favorite find going through '90s electronic. I am retooling the modulars to incorporate ideas I've gotten from listening to them. 2024 is violence.

Ross Fish: He created those two noise synths I grabbed this year. I posted the music video for Drugs and Sex on here over the summer. This is a whole fucking mood. His Youtube channel is one of those he's just like me frfr moments. I'm worried about his mental health.

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soothinglee · 2 years

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Vecnas' Curse

Steve Harrington x gender neutral reader

summary: reader finds out the truth, everything seems make believe, Steve provides them comfort.

warnings: angst, bad attempt at describing emotions, fluff hidden under the surface.

word count: 1,893 (oh wow!)

m.list | pt. 1 | time: 8:32 p.m

a/n: part 2 to the last fic provided above! people really liked the first one and you guys have no clue how happy that made me. people really wanted this one and I hope it's up to your standards, lmk how you like it!

The feeling of Steve’s repetitive movement on your back doesn’t succeed in what he was attempting to do. To calm you down. 1 day, they say. One day left to live life however the hell you wanted before your time on this earth was no more.

The headaches, the nose bleeds, the worried glances from your friends all made sense now, they knew. and no one hadn’t said anything.

You knew you shouldn’t have been upset at them, it wasn’t their fault, yet they let your time dwindled down before you let it known.

you let out a sniffle and dodge Steve's hand, ignoring the saddened look in his eyes, being touched was something you didn't want right now, no sympathy no pity, just nothing.

"So you're telling me," you start, watching Robin and Dustin pace around the Wheelers basement, "That all this stuff; the headaches, the nose bleeds, aren't because of my allergens, but because some weird creature from the upside down named 'Vecna', has chosen to curse me because I have a fucked up past?"

The pacers stop, and everyone looks at each other, then pauses. Dustin removes his finger from his mouth, and looks down. He looks from you to Steve and then to Max, takes a deep breathe then says, "Yeah, basically."

You nod dramatically, making sure to show them how bizarre this whole thing is by slamming your hands on your lap, "Great, this is just fan-fucking-tastic-"

"But!" Lucas interrupts, speaking for the first time in 10 minutes. In his hand was Max's tape recorder, he had been fiddling with the re-wind button every so often, but stopped when Max nodded his way. They were cute, but something was obviously going on between them. "We have a solution."

"Oh really?" You give him a look of disbelief. Steve removes his hand from your back fully, the emptiness is something you won't ever welcome. You unconsciously frown, Nancy smiles over at you.

"Yes! This may sound crazy but we've figured out a way to extend your time until we figure out to kill it." Max backs Lucas up, you don't miss the grateful smile he gives her. She pushes a earcup back, leaving the other one on. The faint voice of Kate Bush's' music flows from the one on her ear. "What if I say...that the same thing that happened to you, happened to me...?"

The hopeful looks she gives you makes you automatically all ears. It'd be a asshole move to dismiss everything she says because you weren't used to treating mythical creatures like they were real. She was only trying to help, so you give her your undivided attention by leaning in. Max's posture gets giddy when she sees you'll give in without compliant.

She takes a deep breathe and clasps her hands together, then spills everything that had happened over the last couple of hours and the only thing you could think was what the fuck, you look over to Eddie, who you thought at first was the cause of all of this, expecting to him to pop his collar, flip his long hair and give you a cocky smirk, but no. He was sat back in the stained chair with the most intense look on his face, like he couldn't believe it either.

While Max continued talking- making eye contact with you ever now and then, you looked back at Steve, who was slumped back next to you on the couch with his arm slung over your shoulders on the couch rest, finding that he was already staring at you.

When you made contact he didn't look away, but the frown on his face deepened, causing the frown lines on his face more prominent, when he blinks all you see is sorrow and you had to look away to hold back the tears.

"And yeah," She finishes, by the time she was done Dustin had sat down on the floor next to Eddies legs, Criss crossed with his hands in his lap in a prayer position, he hadn't moved in a while so it seems that he was in a deep think.

"We believe that the answers to save not only your life but Max's life is music," and when you scoff Robin adds, "I know it sounds koo-koo for coco puffs but it works! How do you think Max survived this long? She was supposed to die hours ago." Robins tone was aha! proved you wrong but instead it proved nothing, sure you could psychically see Max in all her glory but it seems impossible.

"You have to believe her y/n." Steve speaks up numbly, "It's sounds wacky, I understand, but we can't risk it." He sits up and leans on his knees, turning his head to look at everyone but you can tell he's not fully there. You stare at him, "We can't risk losing you."

Those few words made your heart race, and he looks over at you and it felt like your heart was going to leap from your chest and run a 4k marathon. You couldn't tell if it was because of the delicate ways those words left his lips; full of desperations and no more options, in dire need to keep you here, or the soft way his eyebrows hunch when looking at you, his voice wavers slightly almost like he was going to cry.

"So, what do you say ole cursed one?" Eddie teases, a playful smirk rises onto his lips, "Ready to be a badass and save the world?"

Although this whole thing seems useless you had to do this for all the future victims who will be apart of Vecna's army, you had to do it for those who had no choice but to endure the awful trauma people gave to them, you had to do it for those whose future lied in the hands of evil, you had to do it for your friends who wanted nothing but the best for you, you had to do it for Max.

You had to do it for Steve.

The nosebleeds started to frequent more often, having to resort to carrying around a pack of tissues in case it happened while you were out. You had thrown out the Advil because there was no longer any reason to take it if it just didn't work.

Moral within the group was at an all time high, not only did they believe that they knew how to get to Vecna but how to prolong a victims life. Since the conversation at the Wheeler house, Steve took it upon himself to go to the record store across the street from his house and buy you a record tape, along with serval tapes with different songs from different artists.

“Which one?” He asks, leaning back on your bed frame, he kicks over the plastic bag next to his feet to make room for you to sit.

You sift through the pile, gliding over the cases to see which one you wanted to listen to for hours. MJ, Prince, Madonna, The ink spots, and Guns n' Rose. After a few minutes- and Steve watching you closely, you decide on The Ink Spots, the song in the tape was I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire, an old catchy song from the 40s. You push the other tapes away and push that one towards Steve, "An oldie but a goody."

He looks up at you, his eyebrows hunched in confusion, "Are you sure, don't you think it's kinda...depressing?"

You shrug, he presses a button on the top of the tape recorder and it pops open, then he slides the tape in; closes it and hands it to you. With it you connect the headphones that were in your lap, a gift from Dustin, and plug it into the head phone jack. "I feel that it's fitting."

Steve sighs as you fumble with the headphone cords, slipping them on over your neck, the forlorn expression on your face makes him move quickly and he moves aside everything off the bed and onto the floor, making sure to not crush any of the tapes.

He grabs the hands that were in your lap and pulls you in quickly. You Yelp at the sudden movement but stop when you land on the pillow next to him. “Okay, tell me how you’re felling.”

“I feel fine Steve, as fine as I can get.”

“bullshit, if I found out I was dying I would be the pissest person in the world.”

You shrug, put the headphones on, “Maybe I don’t want to go out angry, it was going to happen eventually I just have to accept it.”

“bullshit,” he repeats, this time it’s full of disbelief and uncertainty.

“It’s the truth!” if anyone was being honest, no one is just going to accept that their time is up, people can be pissy because they aren’t ready. You couldn’t tell if you were lying because you didn’t want to make Steve upset or to come to terms with this reality.

Steve can see through your lies, “Y’know you don’t have to be strong for me, right? If you wanted to you could break down in tears right now and I would be okay with that.”

You nod your head, looking anywhere but towards him, “yeah I know.”

he lightly shoved your knees, “Then what’s going on? Please don’t keep me out, I want nothing but to help you but if you keep this door closed then I can’t do my best.”

"It's just," you reply so quickly that Steve almost gets whiplash, "What's going to happen when I'm gone? What's going to happen to you, what's going to happen that if all this doesn't work out we did all of this for nothing? I don't want you to be like Jason and what happened to Chrissy." you bite your lip to stop yourself from crying, saying it out loud was harder then thinking it and you felt stinging in the corner of your eyes.

"hey," Steve's delicate voice soothes, "Don't cry, none of that stuff is going to happen because we will find a way-"

"But what if-?" You interject but he cuts you off.

"No 'what if's'. Do you know who I am? I am Steve goddamn Harrington and if there's one thing I'll do is protect you. You know why?" He readjusts himself so he could rub your shoulders, you body shakes with the movement.

"Why?" You sniffle, wiping the stray tears that fell on your cheeks.

"Because I care about you, and as your boyfriend I would do anything to keep you safe. Just know that in the end- what ever happens, I will always be on your side."

In that moment you looked at him in eyes and you can see the sincerity, from the way you saw him protect those kids from anything, you knew that he was strong and caring. He was telling the truth and you did trust him, and even if in the dark- when all hope is lost and things are coming to an end, you'd have Steve, the flashlight everyone needs.

So you sigh, wipe the tears away, give him a watery smile, "Okay." and hit play on the tape.

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archivednerdfics · 2 years

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SPOILERS FOR S4 EPISODES 4 AND 5

Requested: Yes - @goingdelux18 (I know I said it would take a couple days but I got inspired and now we're here lol)

Word Count: 1,184

Summery: The night after Max escapes Vecna, she opens up to Steve, telling him the things she's been scared to tell anyone. If she can trust anyone, it's her big brother. And he is more than happy to be that brother for her. She's a pretty cool little sister to have.

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Max was curled up in one corner of the couch in Mike's basement, surrounded by Lucas, Dustin, Robin, Nancy, and Steve who was currently the only other person awake, watching over her. …Steve did that a lot. Watched over her.

He was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, flipping through a dungeons and dragons book that had been laying around the basement. It couldn't hurt to get at least a little bit of an idea of what these kids were always talking about.

After a while of sitting in silence, listening to Kate Bush until her tape ended and she had to rewind it, she lowered her headphones and tapped Steve's shoulder. He turned and looked up at her, giving her a smile, "Hey. You holding up okay?"

"Well… I haven't seen him so… yeah, I guess okay enough."

He nods and glances at the empty spot on the couch next to her, "...You okay if I sit?"

"Yeah, sure." She tried not to show how relieved she was to have him sitting next to her. Protecting her. Being the real bother she wanted and needed.

He put the book down and sat next to her, pulling her to his side, starting a little awkwardly, "...You know, you can talk to me. If you want. You don't have to but I'm not gonna judge you. For anything."

"...I-I know… But you're always so worried and I didn't wanna make you worry more."

"Hey, I was born full of anxiety. I'm gonna be worried whether you tell me stuff or not."

She laughed a little, leaning into his side, "...You didn't read the letter, did you…?"

"No. And I knew I wasn't going to have to because I'm not letting anything happen to you. Any of you."

"You can't know that."

"Yeah, actually, I can. I'll do whatever I have to, to protect you shitheads. And that means you're gonna be fine."

"...Just… hold onto it, just in case, okay?"

"I'll keep it. But I'm never going to have to open it. And you've gotta believe that, too, Max."

She nodded and was quiet for a while before she swallowed hard, tears in her eyes as she buried her face in Steve's shoulder. "...Vecna… said something."

"Yeah?"

"...That… a part of me was… is… relieved that Billy died."

"Well, yeah, of course you are."

She sat up to look at him, surprise in her teary eyes.

"Hey, I told you I'm not gonna judge," he said with a small smile, "And… listen, he wasn't good to you. You deserved better, Max. And that doesn't mean you can't be sad about it, because somewhere in there you did care about him a little. But it's okay that you're glad you don't have to deal with all of that anymore. It's normal to be relieved when you're not being hurt."

"...How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?"

"Well, my dad's not dead, but sometimes I wish he was. But I also love him sometimes. I don't want to, I don't know why I do, but I do. I get sad when he and my mom are gone all the time sometimes, but I'm also so fucking relieved he's not there. I think it'd be the same if he died."

"...I knew you got it. I always could tell that you got it. Is that why you're so nice to me?"

"I'd still be nice to you if my dad wasn't a piece of shit, Max. …But I guess it helps me understand some of what you deal with. More than the others can."

She nodded a little, snuggling into his side again as he held her protectively. Like a big brother should. "...Sorry."

"Don't be. If it means I can help you more, then I'm glad I dealt with it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And someday I promise, you're gonna be glad too, because you'll be able to help somebody else through it. It's hard to not become like them when they beat you down so much, and a little help makes a difference. I'm always here to help you, okay?"

Max nodded and Steve could feel a little wet spot forming on the shoulder of his shirt. Which only made him hold her closer.

They sat like that for a while before Steve softly spoke up again, "...Hey Max… what was in the letter?"

"...Stuff I thought you should know."

"...Can I know it now?"

"...Just… stuff about… how you're the brother I needed. And wanted. And I'm really glad you help us and take care of us. …And how if you died first I was gonna take the bat."

"Oh shit, does this mean I have to write up a will and put that the bat goes to you?"

"Shut up, you're not allowed to die."

He laughed slightly, "Neither are you."

"Deal."

"...You know you're all like my siblings, right? And you and Dustin especially. I never had siblings growing up. I'm glad I do now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"...Thanks, Steve."

"Nothing to thank me for. I just saw a bunch of shitheads who needed help and picked up a bat."

She laughed a little, "I'm glad."

"Me too."

They were quiet for a while again, just feeling the comfort provided by each other, before Max spoke up again. "...I keep thinking… maybe if I saved him… we could've been like… actual brother and sister. Like us. Not… hating each other. Maybe he would've started being nice to me… Is that crazy?"

"No. It's not crazy. And I can't tell you what would've happened if he hadn't died, but I can tell you, it wasn't your fault. That thing was going for him… it was gonna get him, Max. If you'd gotten in the way, it would've gotten you, too."

"...I know. And… honestly? He probably wouldn't have changed. He didn't change when I threatened him with the bat, so I don't know why that would've made him change. …I just… can't help it. Yknow?"

"Yeah. I know. And whatever you're feeling, it's okay. It's okay if one minute you miss him and the next you're happy he's gone. You're okay, Max. It's all okay."

"...I'm not going crazy?"

"Not even close. Even if it feels like that sometimes. You're not. I promise. And we're all here for you, everybody here is a lifeline for you. Okay? Us and Kate Bush."

She smiled slightly and nodded, "Okay."

"Now how about we listen to that song, huh? It sounds pretty cool, and it literally saved your life, so…"

Max nodded and turned her Walkman up as loud as it would go before playing the song, while Steve rested his head against hers, both to hear the song better and to comfort her.

Between the music and using him as a pillow, Max did eventually fall asleep on his shoulder for a while. Glad that she had a big brother who did really care for her, and wanted to protect her. Despite everything… she felt lucky to have that. To have this whole little family.

#stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington #max mayfield #steve and max #big brother steve #babysitter steve #found family #hurt comfort #stranger things fluff #stranger things max #stranger things #stranger things steve #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things spoilers

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If I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places | E.M

Pairing : Eddie Munson x gen ! reader

Warning : ST4 VOL2 SPOILERS, possible mentions of graphic details, coma, BUT it ends well, it's a fix-it fic !!

Summary : After the recent traumatic events, Eddie has ended up in the hospital and fell into a come. Reader visits everyday, in hopes he'll wake up.

A/N : yes I needed to do that after what happened 🥲 this is my apology for the other fic LMAO @smalluniversecollector

W/C: 1.3k

It marks one month since Eddie hasn't opened his eyes, today. One whole month without him.

Without the sound of his voice.

Without moving his arms in all directions like a sugar - high toddler.

Without the sound of his guitar playing.

He's just been there, laying in this bed, doing nothing else. I just wish he was awake.

Without the smell of whatever thing he'd smoke.

A month without all of those things. I have to admit, it feels empty, not having those in my life. It's like the world doesn't make sense now that it doesn't have him to fill it.

He's just been there, laying still, doing nothing. We probably couldn't have gone out of the upside down without injuries, so I just wished he had something that wouldn't keep him so long at the hospital at least.

I wish Eddie wouldn't be the one going through this. I've been feeling so guilty with my sprained wrist, it's nothing compared to what he has, and I wish we could've swapped places. I love him so much that I would do that for him.

But again , he'd be the one worried to death , just like I am right now. The one that wouldn't be in a coma would still suffer in some way.

I just wish we would just have something that wasn't bad at least. I wish he'd be there with me, and that we'd just have to laugh about a stupid sprained wrist and something else kind of broken, but not fatal for him. He'd play non-stop with his crutches if he had to have those.

We'd switch between his house, my house, Dustin's, we wouldn't stop moving around.

If only that was the only thing that happened. I wouldn't be here, sitting all day, hoping he wakes up.

"You know, I actually knew you before." Eddie said.

"You did?" I asked, surprised.

"In elementary school. You probably don't remember, because we weren't even in the same class. We never talked. I was... Much quieter before, the quiet type that wouldn't have the courage to tell he liked someone. I always watched you, from time to time. I still liked you, even with your bad haircut."

"That one was horrendous! How did you still like me?"

"I guess I just really loved you. And I will always love you, even if you get a messed up haircut."

If only Eddie saw what I did to my hair. I couldn't stay with this upside-down-monster-blood on my hair, even if I'd wash it, and it reminded me too much of what happened— so I just cut it off myself.

It's grown a bit since, but everyone can still see how badly cut it is.

But he won't care, probably. He'll still somehow find me pretty, in some way, even if I have no idea how. I'll probably mess with him a bit, it's funny when he goes into attorney mode to defend his case.

I hope he has nice dreams, at least. I don't want him to be trapped constantly in a nightmare. It's best if he dreams of hellfire, moments we had in the cafeteria, when we smoked under the bleachers, or when we skipped school because we didn't want to go to science.

That's what I want him to dream about.

As I got up from the chair, taking my stuff, I approached his bed and took his hand in mine. He still felt warm, he wasn't gone.

"I have to go back home, I'll see you again tomorrow though. I promise I'll be back. Sleep well." I said, kissing his forehead. I let go of his hand slowly, looking back at him when I stopped in front of the door, before leaving.

Eddie will wake up soon, he has to.

Crossing the doors of the same hospital I've been going to for more than a month, whose every corner is no longer unknown to me; I went up to the staircase, walking up to the 2nd floor to the room that's almost at the end of the corridor..

Before entering, I took a large inspiration like I do each morning in front of that pale blue door. Maybe I'm just preventing a possible heart attack in case I open that door and find Eddie wide awake.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be for today.

I expected this. I'm no less deceived than yesterday.

I set my bag on the empty chair, taking out my radio and turning it on to stay in touch with the others in case we need to talk. Dustin's intermissions are the one I hear the most throughout the day, he's a good kid, always tuning in to talk to Eddie, in case he might hear.

I've heard Dustin took over for Eddie as the Dungeon Master for now, they're doing a special campaign Eddie had stored out for them, so every Friday, I keep the radio at a low volume by the bedside table. It kind of acts as a lullaby for him.

Discarding of my jacket, I walked to the window and opened it, letting out fresh air inside. Everything was fine, again. The world was back to normal, almost. No one can ever forget the students who died at the start of the year, so we're just doing our best to heal for now.

Being the paranoid I am, I rushed to wash my hand in the bathroom by fear of giving him some microbe that might ruin his recovery. I just have to do it, even if I cleaned them at the entry.

That damn mirror is still there for me to see my completely tired face that clearly didn't sleep for a full night. It's just been hard to sleep on my own, it's like I don't even know how to do it anymore. Not feeling his weight on the bed as I'm laying by his side feels strange, the bed seems too big for just myself.

I just have to be patient, again. There's nothing more I can do, I'm not a Cleric or whatever. I can't pull off miracles.

As I turned off the water and dried my hands with the towel by the shower, I walked in the direction of the door and I stopped.

Eddie goddamn Munson was staring right. at. me.

His eyes were clearly opened, it wasn't a hallucination from sleep deprivation, right?

Right?

For a minute, my mouth just hung open. I couldn't seem to let out a word.

"Am I dead or what? You seem like you saw a ghost." Eddie said, looking around at the monitors.

"I'm in a dream, right?" I asked.

"I don't even know if I'm real." He replied.

"Oh god." I started to cry, rushing to his side. "You're back."

"I am?"

"You made it out, you're not dead." I informed. "It's not a dream, Eddie."

"Come here." He said, opening his arms to me. I fell onto his chest, still crying a bit. "I'm here now."

"I thought you'd never wake up."

"Neither did I." Eddie said, brushing my hair with his left hand. "Did you cut it?"

Still laying against his chest, I nodded. "I did. It didn't grow a lot since."

"It's okay, it looks good, even if it's not cut right." He reassured me.

"I know. It's horrendous, but in a good way." I said.

"In a good way, yeah." He answered as I pulled away from his chest to look at him.

"I missed you a lot, it's good to talk to you again." I smiled.

"I missed talking to you in real life. I'm glad." He smiled back, reaching for my right hand.

I took his hand in mine, rubbing his knuckles softly, "There's also other people who missed you, you know."

"I know, I'm too popular." He joked. "Can we wait a bit though, I just want a minute... or forty with you."

I laughed, "Forty sounds good."

"You know I really love you?" Eddie asked out of the blue.

"I do, because... I happen to love you too."

"Oh, you do? That's a surprise." He joked.

"Forever and always, Munson."

I hope you liked this fic :) if you did, don't hesitate to send me an ask! Requests are also appreciated, I write for other characters as well!

#Spotify #stranger things vol 2 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things fic #stranger things #strangers things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson x reader

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worflesbian · 20 days

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✨🫂🎼

✨ Has Star Trek had a personal impact on you?

YES it has. im from a family of trekkies it's been with me since birth but I've long surpassed both my parents in level of obsession, it's given me inspiration it's brought me together with friends it's helped me through difficult times 💖 on a more serious level I feel like the reason i prefer the hardcore discussion and analysis model of fandom is cause ive actually learned stuff I never would've otherwise known from listening to the perspectives of other trekkies in this massive fanbase and that's something really valuable

🫂 Character you'd like to be friends with

okay my obvious first answers are all klingons but Realistically that's a lot of drama for my life like do I really want to solve my problems with murder or do I just say that in jest. same with any of the Voyager crew like i Love seven but could I handle being friends with her?? irl?? I'd end up a broken record of "girl get some REST"!! it's much easier to enjoy the faults and suffering of fictional characters than irl friends. so that being said probably Jake Sisko bc all things considered he's a pretty well adjusted guy, we're pretty much the same age by the end of ds9 and I'd Love to hear all about his writing projects!

🎼 Song/music you associate with an aspect of ST

i made an insane post like. a few days ago assigning a Kate Bush song to every character from voyager so Aside from that category five autism moment I would say I associate a lot of judas priest with martok 💖

#thank you !!!#asks

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I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WATCHING THE GIGGLE NOW THAT MY MOTHER IS WELL, I'M ONLY ONE ENTIRE WEEK LATE BUT HERE'S MY GIGGLE THOUGHTS

-okay, for one I am not as averse to the bi-regeneration as some people have been. I saw that leak detailing it waaaay earlier, and I was honestly excited more than disappointed. As long as they don't do this every single time future doctors regenerate- which would suck-it was fine as a one-off thing, and made sense for the iteration of 14. Of course he would be brought back so that he could go home and stay there. And 15 gets to go gallivanting off and start off the new season, so alls well. I dont think it takes away from Ncuti's arrival as the doctor at all because he had most of the focus of the episode from when he split off and became real.

-I could not help but draw parallels between all the people of earth thinking they are right and denying wearing the... whatever they were called, the rings- and covid and masking stuff and whatever which I guess was the point. The toymaker referencing 'cancelling' was so cringe though lmaoo

-Kate Lethbridge Stewart you are my wife forever <3

-what the fuck was that robot there for. the vlinx. This is like, for suuuuure we are getting a UNIT spinoff soon and the inclusion of that weird robot is gonna be part of it. Literally everything is pointing to a UNIT spinoff and that was so obvious in this episode. I don't have opinions for or against the existence of a UNIT spinoff, btw.

-the callback to the Moffat companions was great. Shame he mentions Amy but not Rory?? hello? he was very much touched by a weeping angel too.

-Overall, I didnt hate the toymaker as a villain, but it was like... i don't know. a discount master. I guess he was fun, but I wouldn't be too keen on seeing him return anytime soon.

-that being said, spice up your life was very fun :3 Oh I'm going to have that in my head forever, aren't I..

-Please don't reference the year as a big speech in the episode of television you're making. Yes I understand it's because it's the anniversary but does nobody else find it super cringe when they're all like.. oMG.. 2023... maybe that's just because im super tired of that trend back in 2020 where verbalising the fact it was 2020 was used as like the marketing campaign of every single brand

-mel bush was certainly there! for, I guess, reasons! maybe I'd care more if I'd seen her back in the like... 80s, but I didn't, and so it was like. okay. were there any classic fans watching jumping out of their seats when she was on screen? I just feel like when the doctor reunites with an old companion, it always feels shallow. Like when 13 reunited with Tegan and ace in power of the doctor. It just felt like she didn't really know them anymore and we only really saw 14 exchange pleasantries with Mel as if they were friends meeting back after a couple years in a grocery store aisle. I think they more or less got it right in school reunion, seeing ten with Sarah Jane was so wonderful. But that was a whole episode centred around their reunion and when you're introducing a past companion as part of a special or big anniversary episode you kind of have to push it aside in favour of the other stuff you have to show, making it feel like, what was really the point? a companion is such an important person in the doctors life and it feels narratively unsatisfying to bring them back to satiate or entertain older fans but not really centre any part of the episode on the doctor and this companion they formed a real bond with.

-if I was donna I would have stepped right on that doll the first time I saw it and smooshed it into the floorboards like a spider

-I feel like they played catch too fairly. For one, why even bother throwing the ball back and forth between yourselves? dont tempt fate like that. take all your shots at the toymaker. surely it wouldn't have been hard to just lob it a little bit to the left and off the edge a lot sooner. He'd say you were a bad throw but I doubt he could prove it

-I liked the imagery of the rose petals shooting out of the guns I dont know I just thought that was neat

-oh, speaking of! Rose mention! the doctor said he loved rose in 2023. Well, in a stilted way (next point) but man I guess this can be considered a timepetals win???

-the dialogue just didnt crackle and to a point and with a few expeditions this has been the case for all the specials. I don't know if im looking at it all the wrong way, but there's something a little bit devoid of life when compared to earlier seasons. It's not deal-breaking for me. But I think it was especially potent this episode.

-The TARDIS having a ramp is pretty great but why not let her in it?? why show her ( cant remember her name but the UNIT officer in the wheelchair) you show her it has a ramp now and she's happy about that, but nah fuck it you can't come in and have a look.

-The TARDIS also looks so much better with the warm yellow lights and I'd have warmed to it a lot more if it ALWAYS had that warm yellow lighting instead of the sterile whiteness 14 was kicking around in.

-Seen many people mention it already but the fact that was 14 was going commando after the regeneration because 15 got the underwear is hilarious. and he had the dogs out and all. my man. only in doctor who can the climax of an episode be the protagonists and the villain saving the world by playing a game of catch and one is barefoot and the other is literally in his undies. huh

-tentoo did not win ffs. just one mention. just somebody asking how he's going where he's at. just someone considering him at all. a fucking throwaway line. DONNA KNEW HIM. im going to bite my hand off and rtd better have something planned, some good reason for acting like he doesn't exist in these specials. Like even if when they were talking about the doctor settling down and having a domestic life, even if donna had said like "like that other you did" and then we all moved on. but literally act like he doesn't exist I guess

-I'd probably sooner kill myself than live with Sylvia noble but good for 14 for his ending. it was cheesy as all hell but whatever. it deserved to be. It was sweet. It was nothing I'm going to go crazy over but whatever. sure.

-I'm excited for 15 because I do love what we saw of him here. he's fun and he seems to be a bit more free of all the baggage his prior incarnations held which is good. I'm interested to see what he's like but this ep sets him up as quite promising.

-alright, wrapping up, this episode was by far the worst of the three specials, and left me feeling unsatisfied with some things and happy with others. overall, im not taking it too seriously because the episode itself wasn't doing that, it was just a bit of fun and flashy and a bit stupid but it had to be because it's tennats proper sendoff and an anniversary special. It was fine. And I'm glad, im so glad overall that we got these three episodes. I do think that doctor who is so back and im so happy to be a fan.

#doctor who #the giggle #mine

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Hawkins 86′

Eddie Munson x OC Time Travel fic!

Summary: Mel finds herself being sucked back in time to the year of 1986 after researching the murders of many Hawkins High students.

Time travel fic! Gen z OC, I wrote too much of this with an OC for convenience i’m not changing it to reader perspective just picture yourself as OC.

Warnings: Language, terrible depictions of the 80s, even worse depictions of gang reacting to modern technology. No character deaths, bittersweet ending, multi chapter fic :)

‘The disappearance of Hawkins Boy, William Byers has now been solved as the Hawkins police department report Byers was found alive in the woods late yesterday. Hawkins Chief Jim Hopper refuses all interviews at this time as we question mysterious circumstances the boy was found in.’

Re-reading the same articles again and again Mel sighed in annoyance. There was more to the story, but she wasn’t going to find anything else in the public archives of Hawkins State Library. She flicked through the newspaper clippings she had again to read the one that truly intrigued her, the mystery disappearance of Eddie Munson.

‘Munson last seen in his uncles trailer late last night has vanished following the murder of Chrissy Cunningham. Hawkins police suspect Munson responsible for the gruesome murder of his high school peer, satanic ritualism thought to be at play.’

Mel ignored the last part, everyone suspected in the 80s dungeons and dragons, a game which Eddie was known to play to be a satanic cult. Nowadays investigators are less naïve, instead believing Eddie to just be a disturbed boy. There were definitely signs of it, abandoned by his parents, three years behind in graduating, proper dropout disturbed murderer kind of shit, but Mel didn’t quite believe that either.

Years after the murders other kids from Hawkins High came out expressing how genuine Eddie was, how he was a good friend despite the hard exterior. One unsuspecting person being Steve Harrington, known well for his involvement with the Hawkins High basketball team and later his unfortunate scandal with the mother of his child, came out to vouch for Eddie, saying he was a sensitive guy that struggled with his last days in hiding. Obviously, everyone assumes he died, no body was recovered but his whereabouts has remained unknown for 36 years, but Mel wanted the hard truth, she wanted to know who murdered those kids and what happened to Eddie Munson all the way back in 1986.

Mel got up from the table she was completely occupying to gather the photographs the library employee fished out of the archives for her. She had thoroughly examined them hundreds of times but there had to be something she was missing. One photograph being of Chrissy Cunningham’s mangled body. It was horrifying to say the least, it didn’t look like any human could possibly cause this kind of harm to another person. One photo that was the most intriguing to Mel was of a Walkman and a cassette tape, the graininess of the photo making it hard to decipher what was labelled on the cassette. Why was this in evidence, what did it mean? There was no mention of these items in any of the articles or autopsy reports, why was it in police custody.

“Ah yes, that’s an interesting one isn’t it” a nasally voice spoke from behind Mel. “Why exactly is a Walkman and a cassette of running up that hill by Kate Bush involved in these murders”

Mel rolled her eyes at the obnoxiously close library employee behind her “That’s what I’m wondering” a moments silence hit before she questioned, “Hold up, how do you know what the tape is? it doesn’t say in the picture”

The man chuckled, “We keep all that old stuff here for the Hawkins Police department, their archives are full of more relevant evidence, what are you doing with this case anyway?”

“For a report I’m doing at college”

The man nods his head as he continues to inspect the mess of articles and records Mel had splayed out on the table.

“I could let you see the Walkman if you’d like?” he offered dismissively.

“Really? You sure?” Mel asked back, excited to get any more evidence on this case, the records she had were beginning to get quite redundant, not truly answering any questions.

“We can’t bring it up here but you can come down to the archive room with me”

At this Mel felt uneased, a dark secluded old room with this weirdo? Was it even worth it? What if in thirty years’ time some other college student is investigating her disappearance in this library, will that then lead that student to start looking at these murders too? Mel didn’t want to be another part of this mystery.

“I wont murder you or anything down there, its all police records probably not a good idea to be murdering so close to the enemy you know” Mel nodded, agreeing to follow this dodgy looking guy down to a dingy looking room for a chance to look at a Walkman.

They both make their way down an ancient looking elevator, the light flickering as they both stood in silence, the only sound coming from the mechanics of the machine.

“You’d think they’d give this place a bit of an upgrade” Mel Joked, attempting to lighten the tenseness in the air.

“yeah, instead everyone’s tax money goes towards the town hall”

“Don’t forget the community garden no one uses”

The man chuckled, “Yeah I saw them watering straight dirt the other day”

The elevator came to a stop abruptly and the doors slid open with a struggle. “The Walkman is just down here” The guy states before swiftly moving down an alley of shelves and turning a corner. Mel was quick to follow not wanting to get lost in this dark maze below the library. Mel watched as he shuffled a couple boxes around before grabbing one shoved right at the back of the shelf. He directed her to a nearby table with a lamp that did absolutely nothing to help illuminate the room and sat the box down. Inside was the Walkman, wrapped up in a plastic sleeve. Separately there was the cassette tape wrapped up in its own sleeve.

“Can I listen to it?” Mel asked noticing the headphones attached and wrapped around the Walkman.

“I guess so, just follow the aisle back to the elevator when you’re done, and don’t touch anything else, some of this stuff is secured for DNA preservation”

With that the strange guy left Mel alone with the tape. She wasted no time unwrapping each component and taking multiple photos with her phone to reference back to later. She couldn’t get over how heavy it was, all it did was play music yet it was twice the weight of her iphone. She carefully pressed all the buttons until the tape door popped open, it was a little stiff due to age but she managed to pry it open all the way.

“How do you go in then” She spoke to herself inspecting the cassette. It took a couple attempts and some shoving but the clueless twenty first century girl managed to get it in and secured the door shut. Placing the headphones on top her head she hit the play button and waited for the music to start.

It took a moment but the grainy song began playing through her ears, she knew the song of course but it was so much different hearing a 30 year old cassette through a Walkman. The music continued and the girl closed her eyes trying to hear any kind of clue, why was it this song? Was there a message? There had to be more to it.

The music began to get louder and clearer as she continued to sit there and take it in but suddenly, she felt cold and dark and like she couldn’t open her eyes. The music had completely sucked her in, there was no moving until it was done. Stress started to fill Mel’s body as the inability to control herself as her thoughts took over. She could see now, she saw darkness and dirt, there was a red glow, the music all-encompassing at this point. There was no where to run and nowhere to hide. She was open and exposed in a void she couldn’t get out of but there was a light and a girl, she was running towards it, Mel was on the other side though, the girl couldn’t see her as she scrambled to find a way towards the girl.

“Max!, Max!” Was being chanted through the bright opening, was this girl Max? Mel thought, who was calling her and where were they.

She focussed on the song, on the lyrics and the music, focussing on max running towards the light and in an instant she was moving towards it, so fast she had no time to process where she was or the hard pain she felt in her back as she landed on the ground.

Warmth filled Mel’s body and a sense of clarity opened up in her mind again. The music had stopped, she could feel her body again, her toes and fingers, she could feel the dirt and grass through her hair and the sun on her skin, she was definitely not in the library.

“Woah what the hell just happened, who is this!” A male voice rang through Mel’s ears, she slowly opened her eyes squinting as the bright sun burned her head.

Another voice spoke more quieter “Max are you okay?” a soft yeah followed it.

“I will ask again who the hell is this!”

“Chill out Steve” Someone spoke.

The hair on Mel’s neck stuck up as she felt multiple pairs of eyes boring into her.

“I’m Mel” She spoke softly, surprised that her voice worked.

“I saw you, you were there, but at the same time you weren’t” Max spoke as Mel sat up nursing her head that was now forming a big headache.

“I was in a library” Mel spoke looking around at the 4 kids staring at her. “I was in a library and now I’m here”

“You came out of this weird portal thing” A dark-skinned kid spoke.

“Yeah, it was totally sci-fi cool, how did you get through it” another kid spoke, this one had wild curly hair.

“I was listening to the song and following the light” Mel answered still trying to remember every single detail herself.

“I’m sorry but a random girl comes out of the ground and we’re just going to accept that?” The oldest boy says. He looked and sounded so familiar, but Mel was too frazzled to think about it.

“Where am I? can anyone tell me where I am, and what that place I was in was?”

There was a silence that followed “we’re still trying to figure that one out ourselves” The curly haired kid said. “But you’re in Hawkins, do you know where Hawkins is?”

Did this kid think I was stupid? Thought Mel “Of course, I know where Hawkins is I live here, but I was just in the library and now im...”

Looking around Mel noticed headstones all around, the cemetery. But something was different, it didn’t feel right, it was missing something. It felt incomplete, old, but new.

“Dustin, come in Dustin its Eddie”

“Dustin to Eddie, what’s your status, over” the curly haired boy spoke through a massive walkie talkie.

“My status is hungry Dustin, I’m fucking hungry”

The man on the other end said.

The group groaned before discussing with themselves a plan of action. “We’ll bring some food but we’ve got a couple complications on our end here, over” Dustin said through the walkie fully committing to the gag of it while the man on the other end was not.

“You have complications, I’m wanted for murder Dustin I have a few complications right here and before I’m captured id like one last meal as a free man”

Wanted for murder? Eddie? Eddie Munson! It clicked and Mels face lit up with excitement.

“That’s Eddie Munson! The real Eddie Munson!” She cried getting up and walking closer to Dustin and his walkie.

“Woah hold up strange girl, yes, its Eddie and don’t speak so loud he’s kind of on the run? Did you not get that memo?” The older guy said.

“On the run? He’s been missing for 36 years this is super exciting!” Mel exclaimed.

“Um no” the darker-skinned kid said “He’s been in hiding for like two days”

“You really did a number on your head there strange girl” The older one said.

“Stop calling me strange girl, I was just researching his disappearance, 1986 hasn’t been seen for 36 years are you stupid?” Mel looks around at all the kids watching their stunned faces.

“Hello what’s happening are you getting me food or what?”

“Not now Eddie” Dustin said through the walkie not taking his eyes off Mel.

Mel was confused, she looked back at the kids observing each one, suddenly something she recognised, the Walkman hanging off Max’s hip, it’s the Walkman that was in the library. Going down the line she looked at the older guy, what did that kid call him earlier? Steve? Steve Harrington? Could it be? He looked about 18, but that can’t be possible.

“Are you from the future?” Asked the girl, Max. “What year are you from?”

Mel looked at the kids confused, what kind of question is this?

“2022” she answered.

Dustin’s face lit up, “This is the year 1986, you travelled in time, oh my god you travelled in time, how did you do it? Is time travel a thing in the future?”

Why was this kid so excited about this situation, if she did travel back in time she doesn’t even exist yet Mel thought.

“Hey I’d love to stand around and discuss time travel theories all day but Eddie kind of needs us, and id love to get out of this cemetery, I’m getting the creeps” Steve said rounding everyone up, including Mel and gesturing towards the car parked down on the street.

“I’ve got so many questions; I’ve considered the possibility of time travel but I didn’t expect it to be in my lifetime” Dustin continued to rant and rave. “of course there are things you cant tell me, time travel rules but surely some hints, a sneak peak, movies, music give me something”

“Hey dickhead!” Steve called from the front of the car as everyone piled in. “Leave the girl alone she’s just travelled 36 years in the past let it soak in, there’s a lot more she needs to know about”

“yeah like Vecna” Max said.

“And the upside down, that’s where you and Max were, its another world” Dustin adds.

“So, this is bigger than just some murders then” Mel said noting down everything they say in her head.

“Oh yeah, way bigger than some murders”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #ST4 #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #fluff #eddie munson fluff #fanfic

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Invasion S01E08-09 (2021)

I've been putting this off because ok, 2 episodes but: unnamed character (US General), military, US, I'm repeating myself, also I kind of feel I've already had my lifetime's fill of alien invasion/humanity descending into chaos narratives...

Welp, anyway, I bring you screenshots fwiw...(actually quite a lot in the end, there's a good number of close-ups as he ponders big decisions even if he never gets a name)

Screen brightness UP, creatures! ⬆️⬆️⬆️

Episode 8

(everything about this is a personal affront)

Dark dark dark. Sloppy salute. Clean shaven. Not the sexy kind of uniform.

He's in Japan with the part of the plot concerning a space station (lost?) and a woman (Mitsuki the comms specialist) who's been arrested after trying to make contact (incidentally, the name of Episode 8 is Contact).

Hooooollllllllyyyyy shit this is slow. Is this what they mean by slow TV? At least I get to look at Shamier Anderson in the meantime :') (how I miss Dolls-era Wynonna Earp...) though he is Also US Military.

Unnamed General is doing pretty well at staying level headed through an intergalactic catastrophe! They're possibly the only thing standing between humanity and destruction. Big job for a man with no name!

He's having to do everything through an interpreter and Mitskui says drily (in Japanese): "Hopefully, we understand them [the aliens] better than we understand each other."

Chastened:

Ughhhhughhhh it's so DARK

The aliens can hear us now!

But we're not saying anything...

(oh hey random Kate Bush-stanning child!)

Oh apparently we are sending a bunch of stuff but no one's talking. The linguists are getting antsy!

Super secret conversation with his boss that he promises not to tell anyone about. We don't get to hear it either

Awww, I agree with Mitsuki who misses her girlfriend - I wouldn't want to wipe out a species that sent me hundreds of videos of Rinko Kikuchi either 💗

Episode 9

(opening flashback) Oh my god I wish Rinko Kikuchi would seduce me beneath my bedroom poster of The Man Who Fell to Earth sjdjdjdjffffjhhhh sexy astronaut lady compare me to space? Full of stars? Yes please.

Blah blah blah the Americans want to NUKE the aliens because of course they do.

Mitsuki has 78 minutes to make peace with the aliens who seem to be speaking through her astronaut girlfriend

The linguist confirms it's not Hinata (Rinko Kikuchi) speaking so uhhh how is the sound coming out of her? Apparently she isn't breathing.

Same, Mister USAmerican General, same.

Mitsuki isn't having any of their shit and managed to get communications turned back on with the aliens/Hinata

Mitsuki: "Hinata, what did you say when you first came home with me?"

*aliens play Space Oddity over the comms*

;;_;;

She goes to try to stop the nuke strike

Mitsuki: “It’s her!”

Blah blah blah take one life to save the many. Of course he/his president don't care. He's very gentle, but you know. Boo, hiss.

Aaaaand having fired his nukes, he's out of this saga!

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Rating

Dead? Well who knows what the aliens will do after that but as he’s not in any other episode we don’t find out specifically what the repercussions are for him

Evil? I mean. Nukes. American military.

Affects the plot? In the way a vessel for affecting the plot does - he’s there to say no to the cautious people and to make sure the button gets pressed

Ok, I had a few feels about the lesbians, and you can’t really make poor use of Bowie, but eeehhh. This was slow as fuck, and clearly leaning heavily on Arrival but sort of trying to make more of a horror out of it? Maybe? Joplin had a meatier role (more lines at least) than the lack of character name implied, but he wasn’t really playing a character as such. 2/5 because the show itself could have been a lot worse.

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #invasion series #apple+ invasion

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Yet Another Sophie Live-blog Reaction to Reading "S.O.S" (Chapter 14)

@nobody33333333 I love this chapter so much!!! I love all of your stuff, but this was so neat!!! Absolutely beautiful :)

So, without further ado, my insanely unhinged notes on how Bods has yet again created a masterpiece:

The Title Is Scaring Me

However, reading one of the Great Jeffers Scenes right off the bat made me quite happy

Erika!!

(Yes. I will continue to cheer for every single minor character whose name I manage to recognise :>)

Oh boy, the magic scene

How dare you make me Feel Things over Curtain’s stupid magic tricks

Something about “Martina didn’t deserve the Brain Sweeper. Not because of them” is just so good!! It perfectly parallels things that the Society has said/thought before, and I really like how you added it right here

And we once again enter the spiral otherwise known as “Curtain Rationalising War Crimes to Himself” SIR. You can’t wipe a child’s brain and call it a good thing!!

“But fortunately for Martina, being betrayed by a member of the Wetherall family was a situation with which Dr. Curtain could empathize.” Oh goodness. I see we’re pulling no punches this chapter.

I really love how you explain Curtain’s little magic trick in practical terms, as well as why he did it. Because, even though it’s warped and kind of problematic, he still loves Kate

Also, his concept of “the principle of the matter” and how he keeps his promises is such an interesting detail to include in his thoughts!!! I like how it communicates his morals and loopholes, because with that “letter of the law” kind of thinking, of course there are some things he’d let slide

THE MISUNDERSTANDING. THE WAY CURTAIN IS TRYING TO COMFORT HER IN HIS WEIRD SICKO WAY AND KATE IS TERRIFIED BECAUSE SHE THINKS SHE’S GOING TO LOSE SOME OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN HER LIFE. AHHHHHHH

Just. “a mix of confusion and terror” is the perfect way to describe all of Kate’s responses to Curtain being all wacky at her

Ah, yes. The “Milligan Surrendering Bit”. This marks the first time of many (Aside from seeing your message that you were updating) that I had to walk away and screech and wave my hands about before coming back to continue reading

The greys are so bad at their jobs, honestly. Even if he’s lying, you should probably react with more of a plan than “Okay, sure, lets take this guy in!”

(At least, that’s my opinion. I’m sure they’re trying their best, and Milligan appearing out of the bushes would be disconcerting to anyone)

OH. OHHHHHHHH MY WORD. Milligan doing all the same stuff he’s done so many times before but he doesn’t know it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And we’re so close to him getting (At least some) of his memories back, too. I don’t know how to feel but most of it is just insane amounts of anticipation

I love the exchange of "[W]hat exactly do I want you for?” / “Everything.” / “Everything?” so very much. I enjoyed watching it on-screen, but the subtle details you add make it so much better, especially because the written format you’re using allows you to see what the characters are thinking about each other. Stupendous

ALSO. THE PARTS WHERE CURTAIN GETS ALL WORKED UP BECAUSE HE THINKS NICHOLAS IS PURPOSEFULLY TRYING TO HURT HIM (Especially when they involve the Wetheralls) ARE RIDICULOUS AND FANTASTIC. I AM LOSING IT. I’M GOING TO RELEASE TERMITES IN YOUR BASEBOARDS. AJKDJKDSKJDFJKDSJKDS

Oh, and he knows that Milligan cares about Kate so much!!! The dramatic irony of Curtain (As the kind of “main character”) and the audience knowing all of the things, and then he just refuses to elaborate on his creepy vague statements is both beautiful and infuriating

“Well, Curtain figured, traitor or not, the least he could do was indulge his former friend. For old times sake. After all, Curtain had the time to spare, and for as much as he liked to think of himself as the superior performer, he couldn’t deny that Wetherall’s stories always had a bit of a dramatic flair to them. Curtain supposed there was nothing wrong with a little entertainment before his moment of triumph.” This paragraph is gorgeous. I love it. I love it, I love it, I love it. It just made me feel such heartache and hopefulness at the same time. Curtain's pain and Milligan being just on the edge of remembering, oh my word. I don’t have any clue how to put words to the exquisite mix of emotions reading it creates in me.

MARTINA MARTINA MARTINA MARTINA MARTINA

It’s really interesting how you write Martina’s reasoning, with her telling herself that if people got in trouble, it was because they deserved it. She didn’t get in trouble because she worked hard, and that's how the world worked. (I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that her parents don’t seem to value the work she puts into things and how she might feel like she has to earn appreciation)

Oh no. Jackson and Jillson. This can go one of two ways and I don’t feel like either of them are good

Once again, your J&J dialogue is spot on and fills me with very happy wiggles

I don’t know if it was intentional, but the fact that Jackson is the one who says “or us” both times when they’re saying Martina wouldn’t betray them is so sad

THE CONFLICT. THE EMOTIONAL TURMOIL. The way that Martina is wrestling with doing what’s right and betraying the only friends or security she’s known up to now and the way that Jackson and Jillson don’t know how to form independent opinions but they still care about her and it is just a huge mess but I love it!!!! AH

I’m really proud of Martina, and of course the way you detailed her decision is wonderful, but I am still so sad for them

Okay. Bods. Listen to me. The way that you can write such gut wrenching angst and sorrow and have so many heartfelt moments, but you also pepper in things like “(which apparently included the lengthy task of painting perfect rectangles onto a warehouse floor, lots sneaking through the sewers, and testing the believability of several disguises and accents, all of which Wetherall was happy to demonstrate)” is flabbergasting. That’s such a delicate balance, and somehow you execute it perfectly each and every time. I love how this fic is a huge mix of things, because I know that I will never have to face overwhelming despair, but it also has enough intrigue and complexity that I am always invested. You are unfathomably talented.

MILLIGAN AND GARRISON OH NO I’M GOING TO LOSE IT ONCE MORE

And more hints to Garrison’s opinions on psychics!!! Oh goodness gracious, I want to shake her. Just talk to someone for heaven's sake. Ask for help!!!

The memory fragments you keep slipping in for Milligan’s point of view as extraordinary and I love them but also I am going to have to start shredding bedsheets now

AND THE FACT THAT THE LINES ARE FROM THAT FIGHT. I knew immediately what scene it was, and the “Where was your precious conscience then?” just about had me sobbing on the ground

But, you know, par for the course, this chapter made it so much more painful

“Milligan almost took a step back as Curtain approached him. He felt a sensation creeping up on him. A familiar sensation, one that told him to run.” followed by “Curtain did not bother to watch as his men dragged Wetherall to the Brain Sweeper. There was no need. He had already watched them do it so many times already.” was like being decked in the face twice over in the span of thirty seconds

And Curtain!! Who is still grieving his friends because he can’t let himself process one (1) single emotion in a healthy way ever!!! And so he has fully committed himself to the idea that what he’s doing is the right decision that he has basically no sense of reality at this point. It’s such a weird whiplash effect to go from the mostly reliable narration of some of the other characters to Professional Liar Curtain's inner monologue

I wonder if he truly didn’t think it would cause Garrison problems to sweep Milligan or if he just had so much going on he figured it was worth the risk to trust her with it

ASKJFHDSKJSLDKGASJKDFJDSK NO!!!!!!!

Garrison and Kate is one of the worst potential relationships we lost in my opinion

(I say as if it doesn’t change all the time depending on which bit I’m reading)

Oh, and they took her bucket. And Garrison doesn’t know why it’s so important.

THE CABINET.

Oh, yes!!! YES!! Garrison, oh my goodness I am so excited. She may not be the best person, but she’s trying her hardest and I have been waiting to see what she would do for ages. You’ve made her into such a compelling character. Oh great heavens. **Incoherent screaming**

StickyStickyStickyStickyStickyStickyStickyStickyStickyStickySticky

“Curtain looked at Sticky in surprise. The sequence was right, but Sticky had messed up the first part. He had ordered people not only to not acknowledge that Curtain’s commands were in their heads, but to ignore to them entirely.” I am infatuated with how you add these little details, because even though they might be what would logically follow, you give them such a sense of belonging in the story and it makes the whole thing a lot richer.

Oh dear, every time Curtain starts thinking about which of the kids are spies he goes along the lines of “Of course! It was so obvious!” and somehow he’s still always off

“As for Reynie Muldoon, the boy clearly had some social issues and was a bit of a rule breaker” Why does he keep judging this child so harshly

GARRISON’S RUNNING. I THINK SHE’S ABOUT TO GO DO SOMETHING INADVISABLE

Isaac!!! I was holding my breath waiting for this since you mentioned him and I am so excited!!!

Aw man, he’s such a goof.

You don’t know how happy I am that you resolved poor Isaac being sent out into the woods

“-Martina doesn’t like you. Reynie lied to you so that you would give him his keycard.” For some reason this line stuck out to me. It’s so… visceral. It’s very blunt, but it’s true. And it’s showing a much more vital side of Garrison that she’s been hiding from for years, and I’m ecstatic about her little (and big) character breakthroughs

“ “But maybe one day I’ll learn to love again,” the thirteen-year-old boy mused sadly. “And maybe the next time things will work out.” ” Who is this child. Why is he like this. I have so many questions but I love thim.

In a way, he’s so mature, and the way he reacted to Garrison has a lot of sensibility in it, but also he’s thirteen

OKAY

OKAY LISTEN

I STILL CAN’T PROCESS THIS BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS AMAZING FANTASTIC LOVELY WONDERFUL AWESOME GLORIOUS EXTRAORDINARY PART THAT YOU WROTE

I AM TRYING MY BEST BUT MY MIND DISSOLVES INTO LITERAL GIBBERISH WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT SO FOR THE SAKE OF GETTING THIS OUT SOON I’M GOING TO HAVE TO PUT THAT PART ON HOLD

BUT KNOW THAT I LOVE IT AND I WAS SCREAMING SO MUCH LAST NIGHT AND I STILL AM SCREAMING RIGHT NOW

(I do love that you added Mr. Oshiro being like “I’m an actor!” in the middle of that)

The Jackson and Jillson stuff almost killed me. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the rest of this fic when you try and give me a heart attack every few minutes

YEAH MILLIGAN

I need you to know that I legitimately started laughing out loud as soon as the clapping happened

I was giggling like a madman, alone in the dark, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it

“Milligan frantically looked around him, looking for the sight of Kate Wetherall (which was the only person Milligan assumed Jeffers could have been referring to), but of course, found no one.” Yet another hugely artistic and lovely line that I want to hug extremely tightly

I adore how once again Milligan is completely distracted and Does Not Care In The Slightest and just knocks Jeffers out and keeps moving

Peak “rival” relationship

HHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and Milligan and Garrison and—

AND SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS HE’S KATE’S DAD AND I WANT TO HUG HER

Oh. Oh, and she thinks he’s going to hurt her. And she thinks she deserves it

This is the “I think you need better friends” / “And I think my friend deserves better” thing all over again and I’m going to cry

THEY’RE BOTH CONFUSED AND SAD AND HURT AND THEY CAN’T COMFORT EACH OTHER

AND SHE TELLS HIM

SHE TELLS HIM AND I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT AND ONCE AGAIN I HAVE FALLEN PREY TO THE NOBODY SIGNATURE LAST SCENE GUT PUNCH

“And this could all be a lie, a distraction, there was no point in Milligan getting his hopes up when he had a mission to fulfill, and… if Kate was his then he…he wouldn’t have abandoned her, he could never have forgotten her…could he?” Oh, hello. Thank you for ripping my heart out again

I do really love how you worked the bit about Milligan’s hair being short in

(Also because I cut my hair and donate it every couple years, so that was kind of a neat personal connection for me :>)

“Milligan’s eyes began to fill with tears, realizing just how much he might have lost. A daughter who grew up without her mother or her father, a love he had lost and couldn’t even remember. A part of him didn’t want so much tragedy to be real. And…it might not be. These memories still felt so far away, it felt like he was remembering a dream he’d had once. But to another part of him, it felt right. Like was the truth that he had been searching for all along, and whether it was unpleasant or not didn’t matter because it was real. It was his life.” There are too many absolutely majestic snippets of your writing. I’m sorry for copy-pasting so much of your own work, but it’s driving me up a wall.

Oh!! OH!! And she gives him memory revival tricks!!!!

But they can’t help him.

AND HE CAN’T JUST LEAVE. BECAUSE HE STILL CARES ABOUT HER.

BUT. BUT GARRISON STILL THINKS SHE’S IRREDEEMABLE.

“ “No one deserves this,” Milligan insisted, “including you.” ”

AND THEN YOU BRING THE DREAM THING BACK AGAIN

And it’s in Isaac’s little speech!! And Jeffers!!! Oh man, I don’t know if I’m reading too much into it, but you and your metaphors and your themes and your motifs and just your writing

Poor Garrison somehow always ends up alone. Oh, I want Milligan to be able to talk to her!!!

Also can you please stop causing my molecules to disintegrate because your fic is so good? I’m going to freeze every butterknife you own in a block of ice

Bods!!! So, so good!!! I know I completely skipped over Isaac and Lindsey and the kids and everything, but this was already, like, five pages long and that particular scene sends me into such a state of elation that I can’t articulate a coherent thought at the moment. I am so happy that I had the time and ability to read this chapter as soon as it came out, and I thank you once again for sharing your genius ideas and beautiful writing skills!! It made my whole week, and I just cannot get over how talented you are :)

#My friends are so talented :D #Alright going to go cry in a corner now #s.o.s.

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