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kittythelitter · 1 year

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CW: Chrissy's mom. Specifically being body shamey and ableist. Also characters being pressured into a relationship they don't want to be in.

Okay but ST season 4 AU where everyone lives, including Chrissy and Jason. Like, Vecna breaks his victims and traps his victims in their own minds instead of killing them so he can feed off their life forces or whatever and Chrissy is found in the trailer broken and covered in upsidedown goop but still alive so everyone's like. This is some weird supernatural bullshit. And Jason still leads a witch-hunt.

After it all, Chrissy is awake and recovering and she breaks up with Jason for being the worst. And her mom is like. You're legally an adult, you chased away a good man, because you're bed bound for now you lost your cheerleading scholarship and the only thing that makes you worth anything. You can't even get a job in your current state. You need a man. If you let me set you up with a rich eligible bachelor and don't fuck it up, we will pay your hospital bills, maybe even college.

Meanwhile Steve is a hero, and is a publicity asset for the Harringtons, and for the first time since he graduated high school has some kind of value to his parents. He's being celebrated, and if they set him up with one of their business partner's kids they can curry favor. More so if it's the poor injured Cunningham girl who is beloved and lauded by the town for being victims of the bizarre serial killer, Henry Creel.

(Ignore the goo and the vines and the crack in the ground that used to be main street there was a serial killer and an earthquake and they were totally unrelated.)

So Steve and Chrissy are both being pressured by their parents into a relationship that even conceptually makes them uncomfortable. But she can't back out without starting adulthood in a wheelchair in crippling debt. And while Steve could probably survive being disowned and his parents' ire his abandonment issues and desperate people pleaser tendencies make him not want to piss off his parents, disappoint the Cunninghams, or hurt Chrissy's feelings.

So they go on a lot of very uncomfortable dates. And they kind of get along. And Steve breaks down and full on Robin word vomits that she's great and he's sure she'll find a great guy but he really doesn't want to upset their parents or hurt her feelings- but he really really doesn't feel that way about her- and it's not because she's in a wheelchair or anything- one of his kids is in a wheelchair- well not his kid- there's these kids he babysits- that's not the point- he's really really sorry, but he kind has a crush on someone else, and he can't keep pretending to date her to make other people happy, and he's really sorry. And she's like. Holy shit.

And he just broke down so she feels comfortable explaining her situation and he, overwhelmed by his protector instincts, agrees to keep up the appearance of dating until her hospital bills are paid and she can make her own choices about what she wants.

So they keep doing public dates and stuff. But outside of that, he invites her to meet his friends, cause she lost a lot of hers in everything. She's been really lonely, and she's very sweet and kind of dorky so she gets along with everyone.

And Steve told Robin everything because she's Robin, but not everyone else because he didn't want to get into his parents bullshit or expose Chrissy's baggage so they're all nice to her and get along but they're a little weird about it because that's Chrissy Cunningham. And Steve's dating her???

Also Robin is weird around her because hot girl, but everyone thinks she's jealous which is a weird dynamic. Chrissy thinks Robin is Steve's crush and keeps talking Steve up to Robin and talking about how Robin's great and how close she and Steve are and how nice that is. And it's very awkward.

Eddie is insanely jealous and he knows that Robin's a lesbian so he's like. Oh she has a crush on her best friend's straight girlfriend. That sucks. And he also hates that he can't hate Chrissy, because she's so fucking nice and sweet to him.

(Nancy, Jon and Argyle are all on varying levels of knowing something is up but are staying out of it because they are too stoned to parse what specifically is happening or too stubborn to admit that they made some wrong assumptions.)

(the kids don't care much beyond being glad that Steve wasn't flirting with every age appropriate girl he crossed paths with anymore)

And then Chrissy figures out that a) whoops she has a crush on her fake boyfriend's best friend (Robin). b) Steve and Eddie are in love. And c) Eddie thinks she and Steve are for real. So Chrissy tries to explain to Eddie that their relationship is fake without spilling Steve's baggage, and mentions that she doesn't even like Steve like that she actually likes Robin.

Through some miscommunication Eddie now thinks Steve is unknowingly Chrissy's beard. And he doesn't want to out Chrissy but he's a little upset that she's using his crush totally platonic guy friend this way.

Meanwhile Chrissy tries to team up with Robin to get Steve and Eddie together. Because Robin clearly loves Steve and Eddie and wants them to be happy even if she hates Chrissy for some reason. (Again Robin doesn't hate Chrissy she's just super awkward).

Boundless shenanigans ensue.

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things #Chrissy Cunningham #steve harrington #steddie #robin x chrissy #platonic stobin #shenanigans #miscommunication plot #fake dating #arranged marriage #ish #Robin Buckley #eddie munson #this was just going to be #Chrissy and Steve being unexpected friends who can relate because of parental expectations #but it got away from me #i want Chrissy to be in the party #she and Eddie deserve to become friends

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skrs-cats · 1 year

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Set in-between dovewing's silence and avos

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Dovewing lay curled up on the moss beside him, Lionblaze was thankful to see the tell tale rise and fall of her chest, the ease of her breathing, of a dreamless sleep. Every now and then her ears and whiskers twitched, and she mumbled out phrases and names, but other than that she seemed to be resting properly.

"You worry a lot."

Lionblaze's gaze flits to his left, where Jayfeather grooms a paw and draws it over his muzzle. His blind blue eyes were bright. "You say that like you don't."

Jayfeather doesn't confirm nor deny him, moving closer to lay his body so that it warmed Lionblaze's side. "There's a lot to worry about, being a medicine cat and all."

"If you need more fox dung for your garden," Lionblaze jokes. "You know who to call."

"Definitely not Ivypool." There's a wry smirk on his brother's face. "And you may have fought a fox alone and won, but it's different now, you need to learn to be more careful."

Lionblaze rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes. As if I hadn't heard that a hundred times already."

"I'm serious." Jayfeather hardens his tone. "The clan needs you. I need you."

"You'll do just fine without me in the picture." Lionblaze protests. "You and Hollyleaf have always been more than capable."

Jayfeather's expression morphs into anger. "You don't get to decide that." He spits, only low enough so that they wouldn't wake Dovewing up. "You don't get to decide if I want to lose another littermate or not."

Lionblaze feels his heart crack. "Jay, that's not what I-"

"I know." The tom interrupts, taking a deep breath and letting all the anger go with a sigh. "Just. Say you'll be careful, okay?"

"I can't promise that and mean it." Lionblaze mews, guilty but honest. "I've spent all my life heading into danger because I always believed I couldn't get hurt, I don't think I can force my body to forget that every time."

Jayfeather sighs again, resigned and tired. "I know." He repeats. "You're going to try and prove that losing your powers didn't stop you from being ThunderClan's best warrior."

Lionblaze presses his nose to Jayfeather's shoulder. "It's the only way I feel of use to the clan." he says, voice muffled by gray fur. "I know you overwork because you feel the same way about your medicine cat duties."

Jayfeather briefly taps his chin against the golden tom's forehead. "I guess we have a lot to deal with, still." he pauses. "And so does she."

Drawing away from him, Lionblaze glances back to Dovewing, nodding out of habit. "I have to admit," He says, tongue heavy in his mouth. "I don't think she's doing better than the two of us combined."

Jayfeather knows what he means, remembers the younger she-cat's voice, distant and dull on worse days, distracted and out of it on her best. He wonders if they're part of the cause, feels his stomach coil at the thought.

"Whatever happens, if- when she decides to choose her happiness over stupid prophecies..." His voice fades for a moment, thoughts running over countless possibilities. "I won't stop her."

Lionblaze's responding meow is as soft as the fluffy tail that curls up over Jayfeather's back. "Me neither."

They stay like that for a moment, before Lionblaze speaks again, a rumbled buzz beneath Jayfeather's neck.

"I wondered, but was afraid of asking..." he tapers off awkwardly, and Jayfeather gives his ear a lick to continue. "Your powers, you said they helped you see in your dreams, right?"

"They did." Jayfeather blinks, vision still obscured far too much to discern what he was looking at. "But that doesn't mean I don't see whenever I dream anymore."

"So do you still know what I look like?"

"Yes, Lionblaze." Jayfeather snorts. "I still remember you and you're ugly face in excruciating detail."

"Hey-" The bigger tom breathes a huff of laughter. "I'm fairly handsome, I'll have you know."

"I quite literally and figuratively can't figure out what Cinderheart or Berrynose sees in you, honestly."

"Just because I'm not gentle or tall like Kestrelflight doesn't mean other cats don't have a crush on me, okay?"

"Kestrel- you know what? Nevermind. Forget I said anything." That's another headache to ponder about another time, and Jayfeather mulls over a thought in his brain, one that sits at the back of his throat. "I don't think it'll last though, the dreams, I mean."

Lionblaze rights his position. "How so?"

"They'll fade." Jayfeather says. "I'll forget."

The finality doesn't leave room for opposition but Lionblaze still finds himself looking at the stars in the sky anyway.

"If you ever do," he meows. "I'll remind you."

Jayfeather dips his head, Dovewing shuffles closer in her slumber, and Lionblaze continues gazing at the beyond alone.

#i think ill post this on ao3 later #i wanted to explore the concept of the threes birth and worth being correlated to fulfilling the prophecy #but it got away from me #maybe another time #idk where im getting the balls to post my fanfic bc i normally always shit myself scared thats ehy i refuse to tag #but you know what i dont care anymore its 2023 im writing wc fanfic im cringe but im free!!!!!!!!!!!#if i find the motivation maybe this will be a comic one day

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sableeira · 3 months

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And Dazai is like: omg how did he figure it out?!?!?!?

#another entry in my series of stealing quotes from my favorite pieces of media #psa: Gansey is my fave raven boy but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redraw it so Mori kinda got the Gansey line u_u #also let your imagination run wild what happened during the mission and why they are getting scolded #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #soukoku #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd mori #mori ougai #my art #also still drawing panels for the au I was talking about a while back #someone pls take rimlights away from me this whole lighting set up doesn’t even make sense but I just need rimlights always

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inkskinned · 1 year

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"the curtains weren't blue on purpose. why should we care?"

my love! let me ask you this - did you eat breakfast today? this tiny moment in your life. just think about it. did you?

for some of you, the answer is yes and for some of you it is technically and for some of you it is does coffee count. some of you reached for cereal or gmo-free overnight oats or frozen waffles or 3-day-old pizza. sometimes we eat the same thing, every day, for weeks. i get tired of eggs randomly, only to go back to craving them desperately. i'm cuban; i take my coffee like my father showed me, very milky and sweet.

some of us ate in a hurry. some of us hate eating breakfast but if we don't we will get nauseous later. some of us took our meds first or took our meds after. some of us have a kitchen 5 feet wide and sometimes it's the biggest room in the house. some of us are confident there will be food in the pantry and some of us flinch and say well, the paycheck is coming. some of us turn on a podcast while we eat or we scroll our phones or write in our diaries.

some of us are choosing, specifically, not to eat breakfast. some of us are too busy. some of us are pretending we "just forgot," but we are ignoring the warning signs that everything feels too-heavy. some of us are so consumed with anxiety or grief that we can't eat. some of us can't stand up long enough to make our coffee. some of us have no table to sit down and eat.

i cannot tell you what an artist "meant" by their choices. but they did have to make a choice, conscious or otherwise, to give you information. to give you a little bit more light. each of these choices are little stars of data; connecting speckles for you to weave through, drawing a line.

you cannot use a mirror in a dark room. for some of us; we will not care that the curtains are blue, because that will just be a data point and not enough light to see by. for some of us, the blue curtains will be the same as our childhood bedroom. it will make us seasick. for some of us, blue will be the color of frostbite. it might look like a pixel up close; but from a distance, oh! the picture blooms.

i cannot tell you what will stick out for you. what will carry meaning. some of you will read the sentence "i didn't have breakfast today" and say "this means nothing." some of you will read that and say "oh, me neither." some of you will say "this means the character is probably a little grouchy." some of you will say "oh, i wonder if they're okay. why didn't they eat anything?" ... art is a mirror. i am holding hands with you, over space and time, and asking you to feel something with me.

i want you to read my work and find a blue pair of curtains. i want you to read my work and find things in it that i never imagined placing. i have no way of knowing what will resonate with you, that's true. and maybe i just was hungry while i wrote this, and thinking about the eggs in my fridge. but if you found meaning, that meaning is yours. it cannot be erased just because i didn't "intend" it. you created a different world by interpreting my work. it's collaborative! that's beautiful! that's stunning!

just! imagine looking at the night sky and saying - it's stupid to have a favorite constellation or a favorite star. they're just there.

because here's the thing - across centuries and cultures, we look up. we still find meaning in the stars. these beautiful, lovely scattered accidents. are you looking? they call. and we look back and say oh! of course we are!

#this got away from me #but like #u know #reading is a form of creation #and sometimes the choice that the author makes might SEEM random #but it's like. bro that's telling u something.#also hate the vibe where authors/artists mock their audience for finding meaning in something #nahhhh #if u make art u need to be okay with people finding their own reflection in it

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padmestrilogy · 4 months

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i’m not into “who’s the most powerful jedi” “who’s the best duelist” stuff but if i was, mace windu would be my man. who the fuck defeats palpatine. in a 1v1 . every other time someone has to fight palpatine in this saga they’re like “noooo i’ll turn to dark side there must be another way 😔😔” mace just does it. he beat the shit out of that old man what the fuck

#this got away from me #mace windu #star wars

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xenasaur · 5 days

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some of you have had your perception of mommy dommes warped by the popular advent of people simply using "mommy" as a title devoid of all context. I am not that kind of mommy domme. I am the kind that Acts Like Your Mom (or, how your mom should've acted). I am going to be so sugary-sweet and gentle and kind with you. I'm going to refer to all of your injuries as booboos and offer to kiss them better. I am going to make you little snacks and make sure you're hydrated. I am going to snuggle you so softly yet so tightly and kiss your forehead so gently and tell you that you make mommy proud every single day. that you are the best kid a gal like me could ask for. that I love you. I love you.

#this post kinda got away from me at the end there

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leather-field · 25 days

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changeling 👍

#pathologic #clara pathologic #my art #this one was just a lighting experiment and then it got away from me

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theloveinc · 11 days

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mating press is so objectively ugly ... embarrassing

#why was i looking this up on images and ninja mutant turtle inc*st was like the fourth image??? ummmmm ok #anyway it's still happening i just dont like thinking abt what it looks like from far away #i prefer it when its not so......... x shaped? i guess #i like it better when it's more... ankles by ears man is kneeling #IM JUST SAYING #ive gravitated back to my weird toji + kids au lmaooo #cuz i made a cake today and it got me thinking abt it #when will i write something of substance please #caitie blabs

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blackbearmagic · 9 months

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so ya boi has been super depressed, like clinically, for way longer than usual and it led to me heading down to the local psych urgent care for an evaluation today

During the eval, which was over zoom, the person assessing me asked me if I keep any "gods or ancestral gods" in the house.

I'm thinking "weird question for a psych eval, but okay sure", and I get about two sentences into describing my weird pagan ways before she leans into her screen and says "GUNS. Do you keep any G U N S or have ACCESS TO GUNS in the house."

so that's probably the funniest thing that's happened to me recently

#the bear roars #I'm safe #I got a referral to their outpatient day program #I'm kinda looking forward to it?#it's time away from work but it'll be structured and dedicated to figuring out what went kaboom in my brain a month ago #and unkabooming it #and giving me the tools to prevent future kabooming

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starwarjotta · 3 months

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whether he has a gun or a knife (or a lightsaber) or is unarmed, Cody's always deadly

#commander cody #coday #cody day 2224 #KNIFE CODY #here you go I said I wanted to draw him with a knife so here you are #I got so many feelings about knife Cody #tw injury #tw blood #Cody my beloved #for me this is the last piece for coday #but I'll not stop drawing this lovely lovely man I love him so much #next up will most likely be more codywan because OFC I can't stay too long away from the two of them hahaha

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wispscribbles · 1 month

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Do you think Ghost will just stick his face in Soap's hair to smell it

he likes his soap <3

#ask #pyro-thon #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #my art #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod fanart #this one got away from me #full on just vibin while drawing this and suddenly its been 3 hours #avid believer in soap taking good care of his hair and using some nice smelling shampoo #and its almost pavlovian the way that smell will just instantly calm ghost down #so he'll just stick his face in there to de-stress

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whaliiwatching · 9 months

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diagnoses u with fanfic tags

yeah i caved. welcome spideysona

their universe is 1990s san francisco. by day they work as a struggling writer for the bugle, sort of following in the footsteps of (movie-adjacent) eddie brock; by night they’re spider-scrawl, fighting systemic injustice, writers’ block, and the occasional mad scientist invention. his world is less rife with supernatural evils than most, but he’s also fucking with the government and corporations and all, so it balances out

their unique thing is that they have, like, shitty meta clairvoyance in the form of inherently understanding tropes, clichés, story structure, etc. like if cinemasins/wins were a superhero. they were approached to join the society because miguel thought they’d be chill or even helpful with canon events—unfortunately scribble here is not whatsoever into following rigid plot structure for the sake of unnecessary thematic suffering, saw the plot twist a miles away, and peaced. but not before snagging a day pass so they could watch atsv in person

they never take off their mask, and no one knows their name—he says it’s because he doesn’t want to lose his identity in a sea of spider-people, leading most to theorize that san-fran-spidey is some flavor of peter parker, but who’s to say for sure? the doylist reason, which he is in fact aware of, is that i don’t know either lol

#spider man: across the spiderverse #spidersona #spider scrawl #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #just a tad ;)#brass tacks means facts!#haha do you get it miles like a mile away but miles was the one wh—#so anyway sona shit #eddie in their universe has left the bugle for better things (read: got fired movie style)#still a bangin journalist tho and scrawl aspires to be like him #their deadpool is just as meta as them. they’re buddies #usually i’m not one for sonas but this was fun #static and colors inspired by that can u ever forgive me movie from 2018 #scrawl puts on the mask to feel more confident about fighting the system #hopin & prayin it’ll do the same for me :’)

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scaryarcade · 1 year

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nobody in the fucking world is obligated to go to therapy. "not going to therapy" is never a moral failure. the only thing you're obligated to do is to treat other people with respect. the idea that therapy is the only path to being a person who's safe to be around is so fucking warped and rotten i can't believe how deeply ingrained it is in our society that even well-meaning people parrot it without thinking

#abyssposting #antipsych #idk the wording on this one got away from me.#i need to go do homework though lol.

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teenagecriminalmastermind · 7 months

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mags flanagan was the victor of the 11th hunger games. she is probably one of the last people we know of canonically in the games who directly, vividly, remembers lucy gray baird.

she remembers the girl from district 12, who dropped a snake down someone's dress, who sang a song the day of her reaping as a fuck you to the capitol. the girl who charmed an entire country and won the games using sheer ingenuity.

she probably remembers reports of the capitol boy who served as her mentor, remembers the blond boy who broke the rules and stayed in that zoo enclosure with her. probably remembers the reports of him doing everything he can to save this girl. coriolanus snow. she remembers that name, tucks it away, connecting it with decency and integrity.

she probably, as a young girl, thought that maybe there was some good left in this world. if a capitol boy would put his neck and life on the line for a lowly girl from district 12, who would defy every social rule for her, then maybe there was some hope.

she probably remembers the rumours that floated around after those games, remembers how they said that blond boy ran away to be with her. remembers how no one heard from or about lucy gray baird ever again, and then next year she goes on to compete and win the games.

and then when the victors are made to be mentors, she looks for that girl, lucy gray baird, wonders if she could ask her questions about her games, about her life now, about coriolanus snow, the blond boy who changed the games themselves for her. but she is nowhere to be found. lucy gray baird is now a legend, passed down in hushed tones amongst the ones who still remember her. the girl who charmed an entire arena of snakes, the girl with the guitar, the girl who said nothing they could take from her was worth keeping.

and then she returns year after year, and a decade or so passes until she hears a familiar name. a name she expected died away in district 12 in obscurity, because there is no way the capitol would let his impunity pass unpunished, would they?

but here he is, president coriolanus snow.

she wonders how he's still here, and how he betrayed her memory, betrayed what lucy gray baird stood for, what he once stood for. but there he stands, impassive, cursorily shaking her hand before she stops herself from asking about the girl with the rainbow skirt.

then comes another victor from district 12, and she turns the games on their head, much like her predecessor. mags watches her, wonders if president coriolanus snow is thinking the same thing she is. when the quarter quell rolls around and finnick tells her about the burgeoning spark of a rebellion and how the girl on fire might be the one who fully set it ablaze, she agrees wholeheartedly to return to that arena.

she thinks about telling him about lucy gray baird and her story, but doesn't think he would believe her if she did. when she sees snow again, knowing certain death lies ahead, she finally asks him the question that's rested on her lips for half a century.

she asks him about the girl in the rainbow skirt.

#my thoughts got away from me #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #tbosas #mags flanagan #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #katniss everdeen #finnick odair #ballad of songbirds and snakes

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cowardlykrow · 2 months

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