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hopeful-hugz · 4 months
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Muse Living Spaces~
Hope 🤍 Apartment in Decaf's (@strawberry-barista) Shibuya 🤍 Apartment in Api's (@catncore) Shibuya that she has an arrangement for 🤍 Beach house that she ended up with when family went blank. Shared with Teal 🤍 The Aether Mega Cabin. A Refurbished Vacation Cabin in the mountains of the same universe Teal's main trading post / shop is located in. Acts as a home and shelter for muses from other blogs as well.
Teal 💙 Has a home in Zendo, an island mayored by Felix Pardus (@fairymint) 💙 Has a room in the Aether Mega Cabin. Currently it's primary Caretaker. 💙 Has a room in Hope's beach house. Used as a refuge when he needs quiet time
Chamyle 🖤 A book currently under the care of Dorian (@afigitis). No actual in-story home anymore
Noir & Divodas 💚 The Multiversal Void 💚💖 An iteration of Hallownest (@abyssembraced) 💖 Divodas has a room in The Sealed Archives
Fir 🧡 Has a room in the Sealed Archives 🧡 Looking for another home
Melody 💜 Has a room in the Sealed Archives 💜 Has an apartment-room-place on N's / Nai's (@podpilot) Copper Nine
Leah & Amygdala 💛🤎 Countdown Studios' Tower, with five other castmates.
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steddieas-shegoes · 4 months
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Just started thinking about labor and delivery nurse Steve Harrington having to fill in for his best friend Robin in the ER at the last minute on his off week
And who stumbles in (comes in on a stretcher) but rock star Eddie Munson who fell off the stage at his show just because he’s incredibly clumsy (this isn’t even the first time it’s happened). His leg is very obviously broken at the knee because he broke his fall with it and he’s struggling to focus on questions because of the pain.
One of his bandmates came with him, Jeff, who Eddie keeps referring to as his mom on the road. Jeff calls Eddie’s next of kin so they can focus on giving him a scan, pain meds, and setting his leg as soon as possible.
The pain meds kick in fast and he’s flirting with Steve nonstop.
And he’s good.
He hits all of Steve’s buttons: the obnoxious pet names that should be annoying but aren’t, the casual touches to his hands and arms as he gets him comfortable, the lines he’s using that are stupid but adorable.
He has no reason to stay after they take care of his major injury and the one spot on his arm that needed stitches. He didn’t hit his head and passes all the concussion protocol tests, his stats are normal, his pain is being managed with a prescription of Tylenol with codeine. He can go home.
But Eddie insists he should have Steve’s number in case he gets worse (he won’t) or has questions (google is available). Steve gives him his number.
He texts him almost immediately.
And keeps texting him for days.
Weeks.
Calls him every morning before Steve’s shifts. Every time his post-show adrenaline matches up with Steve’s lunch breaks. Every time their schedules sync up.
And then he shows up randomly to get his cast removed.
Steve reminds him he could’ve gone anywhere, especially because he was working his usual floor.
Eddie reminds him that he wanted an excuse to see him.
Steve manages to grab a 30 minute lunch break when all his fellow nurses and doctors find out his Eddie is visiting.
When Eddie leaves, it’s with a promise to be back when tour ends in less than a month, a promise to take Steve on a real date, and a promise to be the best damn boyfriend Steve’s ever had.
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turtleblogatlast · 2 months
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I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#His aptitude with subterfuge sleight of hand stealth and speed really push how being a ninja really comes naturally to him.#it’s arguable that his desperation for the spotlight and validation is an act of subterfuge against himself#note that when he’s offered a job as a mascot he’s fine being unknown#when he and splinter win the battle nexus Leo immediately says ‘they love YOU pops’#idk I think so much about how good a ninja Leo is#and how much his persona is more an actor#Leo as a tot is shown a natural skill at katana too so hear me out-#every Leo is a natural ninja but every Leo’s route in life is directly tied to their splinter so#since rise splinter is an actor Leo too aims for it#and he brings it into his whole life - masking always because a Leo makes what they do who they are#I think that Leo naturally falls more in line with that of a typical ninja#his eccentric performer self is his subterfuge skill just set to an 11 at all times#not that that’s NOT him - like I said it’s still undoubtedly a part of Leo#but? idk I think about little moments like Leo being the only one to choose stealth in bug busters#or Leo being the only one to almost get Gus’s dog tags in The Ninja Art of Hide and Seek (he was so close but luck was against him alas)#like- he’s clearly in his element there and he falls into those skills so easily#it’s like how everyone has skills in so many things but some exceed more in some than others do#like Raph? Raph’s the biggest Hero of the bunch of them let’s be perfectly real here. Raph is THE Hero#All the boys are smart in their own rights but Donnie is THE Genius.#and they all have mystic powers but Mikey is THE Mystic Warrior with immense untapped potential#likewise Leo I feel is THE Ninja#but yeah I love how much Leo goes for the spotlight anyway for better or for worse#he IS a performer again make no mistake! but again the way he does it still lines up with his natural ninja aptitude and I love it#Leo loving magic tricks and magicians so much works doubly well here because like#you’d think he’s focused solely on the performance flair - no it’s ALSO and ESPECIALLY the DECEPTION
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jasontoddenthusiastt · 10 months
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Batman Annual #25
Before Talia took him in, before he was dunked in the pit to have his memories restored, even when operating purely on survival instinct, he always split a meal with the other homeless people. It may not have been essential to his survival, but caring about and helping other people when he couldn’t even help himself was just always such an intrinsic part of Jason’s core.
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raayllum · 9 months
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Callum turns it over in his mind a hundred times.
The sound of his cuffs hitting the floor of the deck, even as Finnegrin circled like a shark. The ache in his wrists and his jaw and just about everywhere, the weight of the green worm in his palm. He'd known somewhere deep down that Finnegrin must've had some kind of trick up his sleeve, that just primal magic wouldn't be enough to beat him, but Callum had still stood there, hesitating, trying to muster up the will to do dark magic and weigh his options and—
Rayla's safety had been the cost, having to try take control of the situation into her own hands.
And then she'd screamed, loud and awful, and he'd seen red. He'd never felt that kind of anger before, hadn't known something that deep and ugly and violent even existed in him. Something so mind-numbingly blank. Callum hadn't been able to think of anything—not the slug, or a spell, or anything, except—
He had to make Finnegrin pay.
But the second you see that elf girl in danger, you completely lost yourself.
It hadn't even protected her. Not in the long run.
Now Finnegrin is dead, and... There's an itch on Callum's palm he can't quite get rid of. A lingering after effect of the spell.
Callum's jaw clenches.
He'd paid the price, though. He always would.
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starflungwaddledee · 5 months
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it's awfully refreshing to see a rise in malevolent galas again, and i'm preeet-ty sure your popularity's playing into it. grrrrrrr yes! let that boy kill! let him scheme and conspire! let him wreak havoc like the true planet-destroying fiend he is!
waaahaaa i'm so delighted to hear it! i will be completely honest, i was extremely nervous to post that very first comic with him in (where he was undeniably malicious) because almost every other headcanon i'd seen of him at that point is that he is Just Misunderstood and Actually A Good Guy or, at the very least, perhaps currently acting out but still Redeemable With A Heart Of Gold
and those are amazing too! not a single piece of shade on those characterisations; they are genuinely cathartic tropes and i love to see them- for him or anyone else. but it made me quite scared to have to just be like... 'anyway he is extraordinarily and wilfully cruel in my headcanons and stories!!'
so it really means a lot to me that you enjoy this characterisation!! and that you think possibly it's having an impact on other folks' characterisations in a positive or refreshing way! that's such an honour! i was scared people would loathe my storytelling or characterisation of their favourite blorbo (i still fear it, ngl) or even think that i like... don't like him. but the thing is that i love him. i love him to bits and pieces and because of how much i love him i've done him the ultimate honour of assigning him Irredeemable All-powerful Villain and allowed him free reign to bite and kill
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schumiatspa · 3 months
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It happened in London - or a not so brief essay on Sinnettini, friendzone and what Italian goalkeeper Gigio Donnarumma has to do with them
Since after the Davis Cup and the meeting with the President of the Italian Republic the Sinnettini ship has made a comeback, today your friendly neighborhood tumblr user schumiatspa wants to take a trip down memory lane and share her humble headcanon on it
(The title is obviously a tribute to Friends and the iconic episode where Joey found out about Monica and Chandler)
Everybody and their mother knows that I live laugh love breathe for Sincaraz, and Sinnettini is not it for me, BUT even I have to admit that once upon a time there was something there: Jannik's gay awakening. In my humble opinion, some years ago (let's say 2021?) Jannik liked Matteo. I mean, how can someone not? Jannik really saw an older hot funny fellow italian player, fighting his way up the ladder and being crowned as Italy's new tennis star, and obviously his teenager hormones couldn't help but join the conversation - one day our young innocent carrot found out that wow, I might be not so straight anymore. Cue to a very likely mental breakdown because I think young Jannik had the emotional capacity and range of a tennis ball (now he is getting better, but boy was he a disaster before).
But if you look closely to the lore, you'll see that little to no Sinnettini was happening in the last years. Jannik was young, getting his first important trophies and wins, being called up in the national team, trying to navigate the madness that the ATP tour is, while Matteo was already famous and established, going as far as playing a Wimbledon final against Djokovic. And that specific day is THE day that inspired this entire post.
July 11, 2021, London: a great day for italian sport. Not only is an Italian tennis player (for the first time in history) playing the Wimbledon final in the afternoon, but after that Italy national football team is gonna play the Euro2020 final against England, in Wembley. We all know what happened: after a promising first set, Matteo lost to Djokovic, whereas in the evening Italy won against England at penalties, in front of 67000 people and Matteo, who was in the stands to watch the match. But what non Italian people might not know is that Matteo clearly fell in love with one of our players that day: our goalkeeper and star of the night Gianluigi "Gigio" Donnarumma (the man right here).
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What seduced Matteo? Gigio's brilliant performance (he saved the last two penalties)? His innocent face? His cuddly teddy bear behavior? The fact that Gigio is one of the few people matching Matteo's height? The fact they are both sponsored by RedBull? Who knows. What we know for sure is that during the post-match interviews, they were together and Matteo was absolutely touchy-feely with him (Tumblr is hating me rn so I hope the links work). And he was very passionate about him during the match too (you can find proof here at 1.00). Or in the following months (he did not have to tag Gigio in that video, but he did anyway. Okay Matteo you do you I guess).
The things is: Gigio didn't reciprocate. And before you start booing him because how can someone say no to the Matteo Berrettini, the reason is very simple: at the time, at least according to Italian footieblr's expertise, Gigio was in a relationship of some sort with one of the hottest Italian football player/big dilf. Him:
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His name is Salvatore Sirigu, my dear readers. Being able to reject one of hottest athletes in Italy because you are already dating another of the hottest athletes in Italy: that's the dream and Gigio lived it. Anyway, what does this have to do with Sinnettini?
Well, obviously this one of the reasons Matteo wouldn't reciprocate Jannik's feelings. The important thing that I want to point out again here is that over the past years (even up to last year) Jannik and Matteo weren't friends, just friendly with each other. And they said so themselves, at least Matteo did: in an interview from last year, he said that "he is very close with Sonego, and Musetti" but "he doesn't talk as much with Sinner, but it's normal, because you can't be friends with everybody". Again, my humble headcanon about this is that Matteo knew about Jannik's feelings (I wouldn't hazard a guess and say that Jannik confessed, but maybe he let something slip) and this kind of cooled down their relationship (not intentionally, but things might get awkward in these situations, so yeah).
BUT - and I swear I'm getting to the end of this long rant - we all know that they have a great relationship now. Why? Well, I'd say a bunch of reasons: the Davis Cup helped for sure, they have grown and matured blablabla but the main reason would be a cute young guy from Murcia (don't be surprised that the final conclusion is about Carlitos - everything should be about him). Jannik is not harboring feelings for Matteo anymore, because he has Carlitos in his life now, so I think this greatly helped create a true bond between Matteo and Jannik.
So Jannik has Carlitos, but who does Matteo have (not Gigio, but I think he is not interested in him anymore anyway)? That's up to you. Casper? Might be. Is he single? Also possible. Do you still think that Sinnettini should be endgame? I'm sorry you don't understand the amazing vision that Sincaraz is, but that's okay too. Is Matteo just focusing on his recovery? Great, because we really need his comeback.
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lazycranberrydoodles · 8 months
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every time i make a post that is kind of specific i get so happy when the target audience finds it. yes, i made this especially for you, the 3 people that have gone insane in the tags
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lovinnelily · 5 months
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Y'all do know you can't make Jason be NOT white without changing his whole character, right?
For other characters, yes, because their physical appearance are not that influential in their story, on how they are viewed by people, on their personality formation — you can have a black/asian/indigenous/arab/brown/latino/etc Nico and yes, the hate he gets will have a undertone of racism but at the same time nothing significant on his story, motivation or personality will need to change. This is also true for other characters: Clarisse risks repeating the "aggressive WoC" stereotype but the character itself doesn't change.
This isn't true for Jason, whose main character trait is how he is perceived by others and how he showcases himself to others based on that perception. (specially with how little effort Riordan put on him besides making him perfect-er Percy who's somehow also weaker and less important than him).
Let's not pretend a black, Arab, indigenous, Asian, Latin man, etc, in the USA would ever be treated with the universal reverence Jason gets from New Roma, you can't have the illusion of perfection and most of all, of invincibility they have about him when you see him suffering racism or xenophobia in the middle of a mission. Nothing in his life has ever gone wrong, that's his image, destined to be king, he is supposed to have no weakness on his peers eyes.
He is not trying to prove people wrong, he is trying to prove them right; he isn't worthy despite their prejudice, on the contrary, he only tried to make himself worthy to fulfill their expectations. He can't be a woman or an immigrant or have a visible disability or any other thing that strays him from a perfect ideal by western society standards, and be that same character.
#Different from the other white character in the series he was never questioned or doubted#There's a presumption of perfection with no exceptions that society doesn't give to us (women poc immigrants visible minorities in general)#His privilege (handsome white man with no visible disability son of Zeus etc) also prevented anyone from worrying for his well being#This illusion/expectation of him having no weakness/being untouchable pushes himself too far and clouds his judgment.#I headcanon he didn't even consider the possibility of myopia because that wouldn't fit Jason Grace Son of Jupiter so it wasn't an option#And you think it'd be the same character after facing racism? Because ain't no way he'd be praetor without going through racism#I think I'd love him nonetheless since I'm very weak to the whole golden boy tearing himself to save the world but it'd be a new character#jason grace#I know racism in USA is different from here but I know how different a “non-racist” white person treats me and treats my white friends#Also for him to not be an entirely different character if PoC would be incredibly disrespectful and racist on its own#It would fail to recognize the difference in how we are read (and written). I hate that a lot.#I remember that when Cody told Brandi “I see no color” she told him “then you don't see me” and that's so fucking striking#We ARE different. treated differently. if you act like you don't see it then you also turn a blind eye to the violence that comes from it#This is straying from my point I got a bit heated banalization of things I care about usually does that to me#Point is please don't change Jason on the very few things that man actually bothered writing about him#I actually think this is true about Octavian too. A lot of what he is allowed to do would not be possible if he weren't a white man.#Same for Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I mean you can work around making her poc but it will truly be pushing A LOT#Let's put it this way: a woc doing a street performance is perceived very differently from a white woman doing a street performance.#Specially in the eyes of cops#Pjo
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lord-shitbox · 1 year
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I like how as the season goes on it's made more and more clear how Kirishima's shift from "demon" to "kind and reliable adult figure" isn't actually as unprecedented as some characters in the show feel it is. Like with him entertaining Yaeka when they were both younger, before Miyuki's accident, and how he went with Sugihara to apologize to the antique seller lady when theyd just met.....like I just. love how it shows he always had the seeds of kindness in him! even in his terrible youth! It's just that he's finally starting to grow them now
#the yakuza's guide to babysitting#kumichou musume to sewagakari#kirishima tooru#ygtb#YK..LIKE....ALSO. HE HAD MIYUKI AND AOI TO LOOK UP TO IN HIS YOUTH. AND NOW NEITHER OF THEM R REALLY THERE IN THE SAME WAY#theyre not Gone gone but he's stepped forward into those roles in their place (''brother'' for sugihara + caregiver for Yaeka)#yk....hes growing up...from being the one in a position to be cared for hes growing into being a kinder person that can care for others#from that state of such violence. yk.#I WAS GONNA POST SCREENSHOTS BUT THE SITE ISNT WORKING. NO VISUAL EVIDENCE SORRY.#from episodes 7 and 12. like he did not have to take sugihara in and did not have to go with him to apologize for stealing!#& how he played w baby yaeka...like! hes always been a kind person it just wasn't expressed much!!#put brother (2 sugihra) in quotes because you know how translation is. fucked up. literally translated it's brother but in like a sworn bro#kind of way. frat bro kind of way. idk i dont work here#+ not really sure how to explain why taking sugihara to apologize is so significant to me but im p sure it's a Thing. its a Gesture#could also be him demonstrating 2 the shopkeeper that the sakuragi family has her back. but still he couldve handled the situation in#many other &less kind ways. also the fact that he let sugihara apologize on his own instead of forcing him or like beating him up &dragging#him to the shopkeeper.#ill rewatch ygtb and take notes on kirisugi relationship ive got headcanons#aro krishima and bi sugihara homiebestieship agenda
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hopeful-hugz · 2 months
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💙 Thinking about… even though his aether half can't be unwoven from his being, the fake "human" aspects of Teal could be peeled away and leave him a little more able to be Free. How those additions to him are what's still anchoring him most to Maria, because it's the part of him that she created completely by herself.
His flesh if his strings.
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a-motherfucking-beast · 5 months
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COACH what to do if im disabled and can't run for exercise... what the fuck do I do
ONLY DO WHAT YOU'RE CAPABLE OF, SON. IT DEPENDS ON THE REASON FOR YOUR INABILITY TO RUN. YOU MAY CHOOSE TO DO EXERCISES THAT RELY LESS ON YOUR LOWER BODY, SUCH AS SIT-UPS (WHICH CAN ALSO BE DONE STANDING BY BENDING YOUR LEGS SLIGHTLY THEN BOWING AND STRAIGHTENING AGAIN LIKE YOU WOULD REGULAR SIT-UPS IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTIES GETTING ON THE GROUND), CHIN-UPS, PULL-UPS, DIPS, SO ON. YOU ALSO MAY CONSIDER FREE WEIGHT EXERCISES WITH SOMETHING SMALL. 1KG DUMBBELLS CAN BE BOUGHT FOR AS LOW AS 5 REÁL; THEY'RE SMALL ENOUGH TO STORE AND CAN GO A LONG WAY (BICEP CURL, ZOTTMAN CURL, FLAT DUMBBELL FLY, ARNOLD PRESS, CROSS BODY HAMMER CURL, SPIDER CURL, SCAPTION EXCERCISES, I COULD GO ON -- THESE ALL WORK EXCLUSIVELY YOUR UPPER BODY MUSCLES). MEDICINE BALLS AND KETTLEBELLS TEND TO BE MORE EXPENSIVE BUT CAN ALSO BE AN OPTION TO LOOK AT. AND FINALLY, IF THOSE AREN'T OPTIONS, STRETCHING THREE TO FOUR TIMES A WEEK FOR AT LEAST 20 MINUTES CAN HELP ALLEVIATE MUSCLE TENSION AND REDUCE PAIN AND TENSION IN THE BODY AS WELL AS INCREASE FLEXIBILITY, BALANCE BLOOD CIRCULATION AND LUCIDITY. YOU MAY WANT TO DO STRETCHES FOR YOUR LEGS REGARDLESS TO ENSURE THEY DON'T GO UNDERUTILISED
COACH... OUT❗❗💥💪💪
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rowrowronnie · 1 year
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ok. dumping my scout’s mom is a rival spy au/headcanon storyline here.
scout’s mom (for the sake of this au her name is jenny) gets hired real young as a spy by blutarch administration because $$$ (get that bag jenny). she meets red spy (francois, also similarly young) and they have a friendly rivalry. this all takes place sometime during the 1920s-40s can’t decide yet.
sooner or later that friendship turns into romance and jenny wants to start a family and run away with francois. eventually francois comes around to the idea, but before they can go through with it, the administrator finds out and threatens to kill jenny if she leaves (she knows too much).
francois tries to reason with the administrator and suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in his head. he rushes to the engineer, wondering if he could make a lesser form of respawn where the user, instead of being reanimated, has their memories erased. engineer goes through with it and boom jenny has her memories erased and works 9-5 at a diner in boston.
a good amount of years pass, jenny now has six kids, and out of the blue, a french tom jones appears in her diner and asks her out. she of course agrees, and has never felt so in love before. it’s so familiar and strange at the same time, and she’s so taken by him in ways she never was with the other men (and women) she’s been with.
they have a kid and for some reason, their kid looks nothing like him. her baby reminds her of someone she saw in a dream, someone she can’t quite recall. and suddenly this outpouring feeling rushes out of her, overwhelmingly loud and soft. and she cradles her crying boy to her, tears streaking down her face. she doesn’t know why she’s so overcome with joy, with sadness, with love.
french tom jones (francois) looks at their kid and he is scared. because her baby looks so much like her and he knows, he just knows he’ll mess up again. just like he did before, when he erased her memories. he could’ve done more for her. he could’ve helped her, he should’ve done better. and now, here he is; in a face that isn’t his, hiding behind a mask crafted out of his own fear and self hatred. he carries that burden just like he carries everything else, and he can’t mess this kid up, he just can’t. he’s done enough already.
so he leaves without a word.
skip to twenty years later and francois has mastered the art of distance. lonely and hardened, he sneaks up behind a new enemy scout hired by blutarch. the boy turns around (and he is only just a boy. so similar and so strange and so familiar and so incredibly her) and he is stricken with silence.
and he tries his best to hate him, he tries his best to keep himself away, but the boy keeps finding his way back to him and he can’t do anything about it. he wonders why he finds her trailing behind him and thinks of how cruel fate is.
and jenny keeps waiting, and waiting, and waiting for her love to come back. for something that will never return, some part of her that was lost and will forever be lost until the end of time. for some reason, she still holds out hope. it’s instinctual, almost, and she knows it in her heart that he will come back.
so she sits and thinks of him while he tries to get rid of her, and he fails and fails and fails and he is a sad pitiful man who loves so very deeply. and he tries not to show it for he is a coward, and he is weak, but he can’t help his love for her. for their son. and he hates himself for it, because love is what washed her away from him in the first place.
tldr: don’t fall in love with a workplace rival
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bylertruther · 1 year
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crazy how people will see you bring up literal scenes from the show, quotes by the duffers, actors, casting director, and costume dept, as well as the stranger things bible/first pitch, and be like "you're so dumb and offensive, that's NOT will, i'm so sick of will being babied and 'fEmiNizEd' blah blah blah" like girl maybe you just don't like women or will byers. have you ever considered that?
maybe YOU'RE the one failing to watch this show with your eyes and ears open if you're out here straight up denying scenes from the show itself. maybe YOU'RE the one failing to see that will has always been brave not despite his fear but because of it, and it's LITERALLY his bravery that inspires mike to start a search party and kickstarts the show. maybe YOU'RE the one that has super regressive, small-minded, and one-dimensional views on what bravery looks like, what strength looks like, and all the different ways there are to be not only a man, but a person in general.
like i just don't know how you can think you possibly know more than the actual people that make this show and dedicate literal years of their lives to making it the best it can possibly be and most accurate to their creative vision LOL like. sometimes you're just wrong!!! suck it up and go find another character that you'd actually like more instead of taking one that's impressively complex and cared for in ways that we seldom see in media!! much less media as globally popular and impactful as this one is, and esp not when it comes to gay male characters!!
will is complex and layered and beloved by many precisely because of that very complexity and capacity to be many things at once that you are so bafflingly intent on erasing!! if you find yourself disagreeing with canon & the creators to the point where you have to completely remove his most important traits and reject the literal show itself, then the fact of the matter is that you just don't like him!! AND THAT'S OKAY! but at least be honest with yourself instead of digging yourself deeper and deeper into a pit of denial and trying to make it seem like the duffers are the crazy ones here and not the fucking stranger things equivalent to flat earthers like 🤦‍♂️
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greedbent · 3 months
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one another thing i'm supremely feral about when it comes to this crowman edgelord mcshadypants is that he legit can be so blindsided by people being legitimately heartless and uncaring
. . . allow me to explain— awnjgoha
yes, he himself is ruthless because the life he lives and the environment he lives in forces him to be. because he cannot risk having any softness or attachments that can be exploited because that's the thing !!!
everyone has a weakness no matter how typically cold and detached you are, there's always at least one thing (and oftentimes one person) that is a . . . shall we say pressure point that can be used against you
and the most interesting thing to me is that kaz often uses people's families and other similar attachments as his leverage. he basically banks on the reality that "hey, this guy cares about his wife, so if she's threatened, he'll do what i ask" or "this woman's love for her children is stronger than anything in the world; she'd bend over backwards to protect them, so let's do something with that"
kaz himself grew up with a good family he had a brother he adored he had a great dad he cannot fathom the dysfunctional families where a parent legitimately despises their kid or vice versa, so when he does come across that reality . . . ?
cough Wylan and Jan cough
it honestly always throws him off similarly to coming across someone who has zero attachments or genuine affection for anyone else; it's wildly outlandish to him and honestly disturbing if he just cannot find anything to them
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wikagirl · 6 months
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A visitor aboard the vessel
Note: ummmmm head up this is really shit probably, I wrote this in like an hour and just kinda ran it through a spellcheck because I am dyslecix so proofreading is useless if I do it. Anyways have fun.
His bare feet were cold against the creaking floorboards, she allowed no shoes inside her cabin space and as it was her home, he would respect it.
The old galleons' interior was worn down by the ages and yet undeniably loved and cared for. Stains and marks covered the recently waxed and polished table of the small kitchen corner connected to the crammed space filled with bunks and hammocks one room over, only separated by a torn and tattered curtain which had been delicately stitched together with thread of various colours and strength.
He found himself at her table more often with the decline of humanity, and could you blame him? She was the most supreme of her kind, always in the know about what the other lesser ones were up to, always watching and taking note of their whims and woes. Sometimes she'd even allow one of them aboard, to mend their broken oars and stitch their cloth, all for the right price, of course. So who better to come to when you wish to inquire about their wellbeing?
Out of all her peers, she seemed to be the least affected by the fall of mankind. Where the others wandered the starless sea, seeking new purpose and fighting each other for power, she simply sailed. Sailed as far as the storms would carry her vessel, simply enjoying the peace.
She had always been a curious one, so much unlike the others. Her ship has not seen any improvements in centuries in terms of practicality; instead, she chose to decorate it, make it a home rather than a tool.
Her decks weren't empty either; others of her kind were very territorial over their vessels, murdering without thought to keep away anyone that wasn't paying for the crossing upon their decks, yet she had a companion.
A smaller one of her kind, the smallest in fact, the little ones holy cloth stitched just as carefully as the curtains to hold onto their tiny body as the wind desperately tried to tear it away from them while they kept watch in the crow's nest, their very own little gondola safely attached to the side of the ship in place of a lifeboat.
But the thing that set her apart the most from the others, at least to him, was that unlike the others, she was still undeniably human.
Sure, just like the others, she had torn off her skin and flesh, disfigured herself to distance herself from the life she walked before, to become something different. And yet, she was still....her. The others all took on the mantle of ferryman, stripping themselves of individuality as they became one of many others, working in heaven's service to repent for their sins in life.
And here she was, declaring herself something other than the mass. Ferrymother is what the others call her, and she carries the name with pride. A mother. Something undeniably human. But still, when asked, she denies still being human at all. So...
"...why?"
"Why what, dear?" she spoke, lazy amusement lacing her tone as she passed a little golden coin between her bony fingers as she sat relaxed, her head lazily resting on her other hand and her legs crossed in a somewhat slumped, almost bored, position. Her holy cloth veiled her face, but yet he could tell from just the smallest incline of her head that she had turned her attention from the coin to her visitor. "Has the mighty Father never taught you to speak in full sentences?"
“Why insist on calling yourself a mother when you hate what you were when you were human so much?"
The coin briefly stopped in its ever looping journey across her knuckles but quickly resumed with it's stoft clacking noise as it traveled over the old bones of the womans hand. She laughed and sent the coin skyward with a flip of her thumb, letting it clatter to the table where it danced until it eventually fell flat.
"Because unlike the other ferrymen, I do not regret the life I lived and I chose to be here." she said, her head turning to the entry way to the small room. the wall around the doorway was plastered with picture frames, some contained old and yellowed maps of places on the once so green and beautiful earth, others contained paintings of landscapes, some few ones had handwritten letters with faded ink in them, and hidden amonst these yellowed parchments and cracked canvases, a piece of heavenly scripture.
She pointed towards the frame containing the noticably less withered piece of text, the parchment still shone white and bright, the black ink had a soft golden shimmer to its colour and, at the very bottom, a familiar looking big swirly signature and a seal in red wax.
"A written confirmation that I cast myself into hell, choosing to forego the privelage of serving heaven as a virtue. Your brother Michael was the one who signed it." she explained "It simply seemed unfair to me that I should be allowed in heaven for slaying a flase prophet who abused the fear of god in others to oppress and abuse them while others were cast into hell for the same reason, the only difference being that the false prophet they slayed was turning his absue against those who believed in different gods. So I came down here, to give comfort to those that I feel have been sent here unjustifed and give guidence to the ones that are yet to come...or at least that's what I used to do until..." She flapped her hand around the air, a broad guesture towards the complete chaos that had spread through gods creation since the father had left and humanity had fallen.
The lost virtue was a legend in both heaven and hell alike. There are many romours about what she had been in life, some say she had been a heathen warmother who turned to god, others claim her to be a generous nun filled with devotion to her lord and nobody else, many tales had been told about her to various degrees of credibility. The only thing they all had in common was her kindess and love for the people, and her fearless pursuit of justice towards those who dared turn against their brethren for self-enrichment.
Her guest had heard many variantons of the tales about her but never would he have thought that she would have laid down her heavenly body along side her descent into hell.
The chair under her creaked as she leaned back, her gaze resting longingly on those owrn out paintings and papers "Surely you remember it well, the battle it took for heaven to let everyone in that lived a true and honest life, regardless of belief or status.....after all you were the one who fought it." An amused chuff is all her visitor gave in response.
She picked up the coin once more, returning to passing it between her fingers "I think your time is up. It seems they have gotten impatient with your absence.“ she said, pointing out the small milky window behind her visitor out the back end of the ship while holding the coin between her bony knuckles. A small blue orb wrapped in a golden chain could be seen fluttering through the rain, zipping about like a disoriented hummingbird, undoubltedly searching for the womans visitor.
"I guess it is." he answered as he rose up from his seat.
The hostess led her guest through the hallways of the ship, up to the little door just one level below her captain's cabin, connecting the ship's belly to the upper deck.
"I once again have to thank you for your hospitality. Fare well on your travels." the guest said as he bowed to the woman, bidding her goodbye.
"And it was a pleasure having you." she simply answered, her head tilting a little bit to the left as she did, a mannerism that her visitor has learned to understand as her smiling. "Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes, Ferrymother?"
"Please don't forget your boots again, Gabriel."
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