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itscomingupaces · 4 months

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what do you think each of the counselors' favorite season is? :)

Aaaahhh this is such a good question!!

Laura - I see Laura as a spring girly. She grew up obsessed with animals, and this is when most all the new baby birds, rabbits, etc. appeared. Her favourite flowers are spring flowers as well, like tulips and lilacs.

Max - He loves fall! It's not too hot, not too cold, I can see him loving pumpkin spice lattes and Halloween. Max loves to go for walks and look at the leaves changing colour with Laura.

Ryan - I see Ryan also enjoying fall. He has 10 variations of the same 1 outfit, which works much better in the fall than any other time of year. His favourite podcast puts out extra content closer to Halloween, and he loves dressing up with his sister and taking her trick-or-treating. Fall also brings back routine with school, which is good for our boy.

Dylan - I can see him really appreciating winter, which is a controversial choice. He would nerd out over snowflakes when he was little, and he still loves going to see Christmas lights with his mom. Dylan prefers to be cold so he can bury himself in 10 blankets and Ryan's sweaters, which is much easier in winter.

Emma - Summer and Emma go hand in hand. She loves going to the beach, swimming, and late nights by the fire. Sure, summer gives her tons of content to film, but she truly enjoys the heat and the long days. I can see her have seasonal affective disorder so she dreads fall and winter.

Jacob - Jacob also loves summer. He plays outdoor soccer, football, and field lacrosse during the summer months, and he loves going to the outdoor music festivals held every year where he lives. Jacob isn't the most studious when we meet him, so I think he also appreciates not having to do school work during the summer.

Abi - Spring is a time of change, new beginnings, and new growth, which I think would be very inspiring to Abi. She would spend a bit of time each day photographing the new flowers in bloom for her to sketch later. She also loves going to the local park to watch all the new ducklings grow up.

Nick - I think Nick also loves spring and summer. He surfs and plays soccer, which is easier to do when it's warmer. He's indecisive though, so he can't pick a true favourite between the two.

Kaitlyn - Kaitlyn will say she doesn't have a favourite season, but she has a soft spot for winter. Her birthday is in December, she likes watching women's hockey, and she gets to break out her favourite scarf when it heys cold - one a friend knit for her as a birthday present when she was 14.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #laura kearney #max brinly #jacob custos #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #nick furcillo #kaitlyn ka #kat answers #thank you for the ask!#i hope these make sense

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bylersrise · 5 months

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the unsent project (things i think mike would've written to will (at any point in the show or later))

#i hope these make sense #i have a wierd brain #byler #the unsent project #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #byler endgame #byler angst #i do love a bit of angst

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wrinklemcdinkle · 1 year

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just watched episode 90… uhm.. it was surely an episode. take this attempt at:

SPOILERS WITH ZERO CONTEXT

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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More random music rambling disguised as analysis incoming:

Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine x Werewolf Robin/Monster Hunter Nancy

We’re just gonna delve right in <33

Nancy and Robin are stuck in a delicate push and pull dance. Nancy knows that Robin is a monster, and Robin knows the same of Nancy—for different reasons. They should, by all means, hate each other. Especially when Nancy Wheeler decides her next target is the feral werewolf in town—assumed to be one Robin Buckley. But then they meet.

Nancy is quick to realize that Robin is no average werewolf. She’s softer than expected, warmer, kinder, she has a certain charm. She’s not a vicious monster. She’s painfully human.

Robin finds out that Nancy is losing her humanity. She’s been hunting for years on a revenge path that’s been tearing her up for years, leaving an angry husk. She learns pretty early that she is not the monster.

But there’s a weird magnetism between them. Robin is infuriatingly smooth and Nancy is achingly beautiful. Nancy finds it harder and harder to picture sinking her blade into Robin’s heart—she’d rather cradle it in her hands and protect it. Robin knows this woman is death incarnate—her own death, matching steadily closer, but she can’t help but fall for this powerful woman.

Pull the plug in September

I don't want to die in June

I'd like to start planning my funeral

I've got work to do, hmm

Jokes about not wanting to die during Pride month aside—

After weeks of their back and forth, Robin begins to want Nancy to just get it over with. She’s not ready to die, not really. It becomes, “Are you going to kill me tomorrow?” and a promise of, “One more day, Robbie. One more day,” over and over, and it’s tearing her apart. Robin wants to get it over with, because this ache in her chest is killing her slowly, and she’d much prefer the silver dagger. She she agrees. “One more day, Nance.” And one more day after that. Maybe not June. Maybe September. Maybe October. Maybe—Maybe never?

She could only hope.

Pull the plug, make it painless

I don't want a violent end

Don't say that you'll always love me

'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you

Over and over again

Again, Robin is beginning to wish this would just end, one way or another. She’s hurting, and she’s tired of it. She’s tired of sneaking around with Nancy, tired of waiting for the inevitable knife in the back. She doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore—is it so much to ask for an end to it? A painless death at the hands of Nancy Wheeler?

But Nancy swears she loves her, and it only hurts worse, because god if Robin isn’t willing to give every part of herself, to bleed out for this girl.

Doomsday is close at hand

I'll book the marching band

To play as you speak

I’ll feel like throwing up

You'll sit and stare like

A goddamn machine

Robin feels the end approaching. Whether that means another tally on Nancy’s belt, another dead monster, or Nancy leaving her with her broken heart, or maybe, just maybe a happy ending—but no. It’s doomsday. Doomsday is approaching, and one way or another, it’s going to kill her.

And when she tells Nancy she can’t do this anymore, Nancy is… Nancy is cold. Unfeeling. More machine than human. It’s because she’s shoving her own emotions down, of course—Robin knows Nancy, her inability to be vulnerable. She’s heard time and time again how Nancy can’t show emotion in the line of work—but god if it doesn’t hurt.

(insert obligatory marching band Robin joke)

I'd like to plan out my part in this

But you're such a narcissist

You'll probably do it next week

I don't get a choice in the matter

Why would I? It's only the death of me

Only the death of me

Robin can’t help but be bitter. It feels like Nancy is dragging it out, and it’s so fucking cruel. Robin doesn’t feel like she has a say in her own life, her own death anymore. Nancy holds her heart in her teeth, and one way or another, she’s going to crush it.

She’ll die at Nancy’s hands. Maybe by silver dagger or silver bullet—or maybe by the girl doing something so simple as leaving her alive.

If Nancy leaves her, after the way they’ve fallen for each other, she knows she won’t be the same. Hell, the Robin she was before Nancy is already dead.

Pull the plug, but be careful

I don't wanna die too soon

I think there's good in you somewhere

I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through

Despite the pain and the confusion Robin is suffering, she really is in love. Deeply, irrevocably in love with the angel of death, and so despite her want for an end—a small part of her can’t help but want it to draw out more. Every day she wakes up in Nancy’s arms, without that wretched knife in her back, it’s heaven. A small slice of heaven that’s all hers. She hands her heart to Nancy without question, knows the end is inevitable, she’s practically begging for it, but she asks Nancy to be careful.

And this horrible hope begins to burn, literally burn, an angry, all consuming wildfire in her chest that is burning her from the inside out, because she’s in love and Nancy is too, and they’ve both changed. Nancy seems to almost forget her warpath in favor of the stolen moments with Robin, and she’s beginning to see the errors she’s made. Nancy is learning that not all monsters are as they seem—and that she herself isn’t as innocent as she’d like to believe. I just think this line in particular could be either one of them singing to the other. Nancy knows Robin is more than her affliction—she’s a good person. And Robin knows that Nancy is more than a killer. Robin becomes more determined to see this through, to forge ahead through the chaos because maybe, just maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—and not in the sense of heaven after death.

It doesn’t work out.

The death of me was so quiet

No friends and family allowed

Only my murderer, you

And the priest who told you to go to hell

Nancy knows she can’t be feeling this, can’t be getting lost in love with a werewolf. Nancy distances herself a little, focusing her attention back on the hunt for the feral werewolf. It stings. Robin avoids her in turn.

But then the hunt is over, the feral werewolf is dead, and Nancy tries to find Robin, to tell her she’s leaving—she can’t do this anymore—and they fight. Robin calls her out.

Remember this post?

Robin loses it. For the first time ever, she loses control of the wolf. It’s quieter than her normal shifts at first. Silent crying as her bones break and shift, as her form morphs into the ugly beast she knows Nancy hates, the monster she tries so hard to keep inside herself, forced out by the very girl who feared this would happen. She knows Nancy will kill her now, will sink her dagger into Robin’s fur covered chest and twist it until Robin bled out on the ground. It’s Nancy’s fault, really. Her murderer. Does that make Robin the priest? Maybe. Or maybe it’s Nancy’s guilt. Perhaps it’s both.

And the funny thing is I would've married you

If you'd have stuck around

I feel more free than I have in years

Six feet in the ground

It’s true. Robin is head over heels for Nancy fucking Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler, the priss. Nancy Wheeler, the monster killer. Nancy Wheeler, her own death in human form. She would have married her in an instant, but instead she knows that it won’t end that way. Not with a gold wedding band, but with a silver noose around her neck, choking those traces of desperate love from her.

And it’s freeing, really. Knowing her death is inevitable, that in moments, Nancy Wheeler will march through the door and plunge a dagger into her heart. She’ll finally be free of this goddamn ache in her chest—and really, maybe the dagger has been there all along, in the form of this torturous doomed romance.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Nancy opens the door—she heard the shift, of course—and she sees all 8 feet of Robin, her hooked claws and elongated fangs, the sharp golden eyes. She sees a monster, but… She sees Robin. Fucking Robin Buckley. She can’t do it.

She’ll step closer, put a hand out to the beast. Robin will growl at her, but she won’t care. She’ll caress the wolf’s nose, cup a hand against her face. The silver dagger will clatter to the ground as she stares into golden eyes that hold so much pain and love and anger and guilt will choke her.

She’ll cradle Robin’s broad head in gentle, bloodstained hands, and she’ll place a soft kiss on her forehead, and she’ll whisper “I’m sorry,” over and over until Robin comes back to her.

No killing blow is struck, but death happens. It isn’t the way Robin imagines it. It isn’t her life force bleeding out on the carpet, but the anger, the pain, it’s leaking out of her at the seems, rolling down her cheeks in bittersweet tears. A different body will hit the floor—that of the monster hunter, leaving behind the human girl she inhabited. Again Nancy will apologize and pull her in for a kiss.

And Robin will know this is the end—not her death, but Nancy Wheeler’s, and it was caused at her own bloody claws. But it was a death that needed to happen.

Doomsday is here, and it looks not like another mounted werewolf head, but like two broken girls embracing each other with acceptance.

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cluelessbees · 1 year

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These two fics have caught my attention, Walkie Talkie Fic and ElMike Break Up, plz give details. For the ask game

AHHH (thank you for asking my dear moot hehe 💜)

okay well so the walkie talkie one is based on this random night I couldn’t sleep and started just typing out dialogue between mike and Will just talking to each other at night on the walkie talkie.

It’s like a post vecna and apocalypse story of Mike and Will navigating their relationship and learning how to communicate again (addressing all that happened). I just really wanted like a late night calls by byler version and walkie talkies are their thing so :,) thought it would be cute. There’s something so intimate about talking to (or texting) someone on the phone at night idk

This one actually has a snippet so- (I cut out some of the descriptions because the dialogue is my favourite ngl)

“Will?” Mike’s voice peered into the walkie-talkie. It was a bit choppy, so Will raised the antenna further up, pushing the radio against his cheek. Mike sounded a bit tired.

“Sorry– did I wake you?” Will wanted to hit his own head at this point. “I’m sorry.”

“No– no you didn’t. Don’t worry. Over.” Mike paused. There were sounds of shuffling for a second before Will continued.

“Okay…that’s good to hear.” He didn’t really believe Mike.

“Y'know you should really end your sentences with ‘Over.’ Over.”

“Oh my god– Are you still on that?” Will laughed, repositioning himself on his bed.

“Yes I’m ‘still on that!’” Mike yelled. “It’s an important rule that you have to follow. How else am I going to know when you’re done talking? Over.”

“Because that’s when I stop talking…?” Will knitted his eyebrows, fully aware Mike couldn’t see.

“Yeah but you could be doing a dramatic pause or something– I don’t know! I can’t read minds Will.” He paused. “Over.”

“Okay, okay you win. I concede…Over.”

“Thank you…Over.”

“Are you happy now?”

“Very.”

“You didn’t say over.”

“Okay well fuck you–”

Okay and the Elmike one is very much still in concept but I have the outline done!

It’s basically the exploration of their breakup. I really wanted to like do a deep dive into their relationship and- idk i feel like there would be this sense of fear with it? Like to break up is to love each other less (because of how romantic love is seen as greater than platonic) so idk I wanted to show their fear but also I like— how being friends makes it so they can love each other better? (Also mike comes out to her MMSJSKSNSJ)

But yeah I’m rambling sorry! Thank you again for the ask 💜💜

#asks #mutuals my beloved 💛💙#I Hope these make sense #if you see any grammar errors—#no you didn’t MJSSKMSSJS

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honeybyte · 10 months

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🍳🤔💘 for all/anyone of your choice!!!!

🍳 How well can they cook?

Goliath is the cook of the house bc god bless Agnes and Elle but they cant cook without nearly burning down the house

Angus can cook bc he's p self sufficient, so he usually handles meals on nights Euan comes over

🤔 What’s something they’ll never understand?

Some of Elle's choices as a community leader, Goliath will never understand, but he puts a lot more faith into what Elle does than he ever did in Odelia's choices

likewise, Elle cant understand Goliath's urge to live outside a community, in isolation. this being said, their brain is a community of 13 so they're not used to being alone anyway

💘 What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Goliath loves Agnes' commitment to her studies, he loves watching her tie up her hair and hearing her murmur as she writes. He loves how sweet Elle can be when they stop playing up the crazy butcher and lets their hair down, how thoughtful each action and word is.

Agnes loves Goliath's quiet strength, how he's willing to do anything for those he cares abt but refuses to take credit for anything kind he does. She loves when Elle leans over a counter and hands off a lollipop to a kid that's clearly nervous, loves how their front step is where the community gathers.

Elle loves their wives, how they work together, how they think of each other before they speak or take action. how they accept Elle for all their quirks, their backstory, their private struggles.

Angus and Euan see the same thing in each other: a determination to see their people taken care of and well cared for, strength in the face of adversity. an all consuming love for others, if made clear in different ways

#ask #ocs #rhodes butchery #i hope these make sense #im lightly tipsy #and waiting for food

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bisexual-ashe · 2 years

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okay im listening to my spotify playlist, and a song from the mania album came on. and gave me very strong luther vibes. so. i said fuck it. and decided to make a list of the hargreeves siblings and mania songs that remind me of them.

so, without further ado...

hargreeves siblings as songs from fall out boy's mania

luther: the last of the real ones.

'I was just an only child of the universe And then I found you, and then I found you You are the sun and I am just the planets Spinning around you, spinning around you You were too good to be true, gold plated But what's inside you? But what's inside you? I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you But not as much as I do, as much as I do, yeah'

'I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision But only for you, but only for you My head is stripped, just like a screw that's been tightened too many times When I think of you, when I think of you I will shield you from the waves if they find you I will protect you, I will protect you Just tell me, tell me, tell me I, I am the only one Even if it's not true, even if it's not true, yeah'

diego: sunshine riptide.

'She said, "I love you 'til I don't" I am just playing house, no idea what I'm doing now There are no atheists in foxholes The pressure's getting to me, it's time to throw in the towel'

'You are my truest feeling yet I love you so much, it's just like oxygen And it's going to my head A public meltdown, petulant, but irreverent

Take all your possibilities then take away the limits Take your ideas and throw away all the gimmicks I do the best with what I have The pills are kicking in, the pills are kicking in'

allison: bishops knife trick.

'I'm pedal to the metal, make no mistake This is my pity party, pity party And I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke Spiritual revolt from the waist down, from the waist down'

'I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate It doesn't wanna live in a cage, a feeling that I can't housebreak And I'm yours 'til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll Away, I'm struggling to exist with you and without you, yeah'

klaus: wilson (expensive mistakes).

'I was, I was, I was, I was Gonna say something that would solve all our problems But then I got drunk and I forgot what I was talking about I forgot what I was talking about'

'I hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space I always make such expensive mistakes I know it's just a number, but you're the 8th wonder I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color'

five: young and menace.

'We've gone way too fast for way too long And we were never supposed to make it half this far And I lived so much life, lived so much life I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice'

'Woke up on the wrong side of reality And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me And as far as the time, far as the time Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived'

sparrow ben: stay frosty royal milk tea.

'Some princes don't become kings Even at the best of times I'm out of my mind You only get what you grieve, are you smelling that shit? Are you smelling that shit? Eau de résistance'

'Seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind And all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died Fake tears, real living, fake tears But the alcohol never lies, never lies'

viktor: hold me tight or don't

'I never really feel a thing, I'm just kinda too froze You were the only one, that even kinda came close I just pinch myself, no longer comatose I woke up, no luck, I woke up, no luck'

'An-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-nother day goes by So hold me tight, hold me tight, or don't Oh n-n-no, no, this isn't how our story ends So hold me tight, hold me tight, or don't'

lila: champion.

'I'm calling you from the future To let you know we've made a mistake And there's a fog from the past that's giving me, giving me Such a headache And I'm back with a madness, I'm a champion Of the people who don't believe in champions I got nothing but dreams inside I got nothing but dreams'

'I got rage every day, on the inside The only thing I do is sit around and kill the time I'm trying to blow out the pilot light I'm trying to blow out the light'

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