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Something I noticed on my *cough* third *cough* watch of npmd
The beginning scene is the cops discovering Richie Lipshitz body, cop!Curt points out jokingly that his nipples were twisted off, which Ruth did to Max’s body
So when Max killed Richie he took the time to leave his body just as Richie and friends left his which is such an interesting detail to me
Like it’s explained that Max really just loved pounding nerds and brought his passion to the other side but it feels so personal to return the brutality he experienced from the people who accidentally killed him
Max is really portrayed as a mindless jock who just enjoys beating others but this detail leans into the trope of bullies transferring abuse they received to those they deem lower than themselves. It’s mentioned I think only twice otherwise that Max is emotionally neglected and his dad being presumably abusive. I’ve heard it a lot on here about his god complex and how he’s the basic bully and that’s how he’s portrayed you are correct. Which is I think a better portrayal of a bully in real life, in movies often they get deep into the bullies home life and what made them the way they are, but do you really get that in real life? I would say even what we know about Max’s home life is more than you would often know about someone who’s just a bitch to people in real life.
Starkid really did well in their realistic portrayal of a bully in my opinion, they put it in subtext that makes sense when you think about it but the subtextualizing of it helps for us to see the rest of the schools point in how they can’t help but enjoy life after Max’s disappearance because it’s just better, he was just another bully and a lot of people in reality who are bullied don’t consider the home life of the bully, just that they’re an asshole without true reason to be. But the audience pays deeper attention than the characters, Starkid sprinkled in hints of his backstory to those who would listen, and to those who wouldn’t (the other characters in the show) it would just fall on deaf ears.
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lavenderreturns · 6 days
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It’s unfortunate that I’m not naked on his lap with his cock in me and my hands cuffed behind my back as I softly get to make out w him and he slowly strokes my clit. Anytime I try and ride him he hits me and every now and then he rocks my hips back and forth just to hear the pretty little noises I make as I beg. Eventually I’d start trying to ride him as hard as I could hoping I can convince him. He’d beat me really hard then take me off his cock and fuck my ass brutally slapping it and telling me if I want to act like a whore this is what I’ll get🤍
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I will never understand why it is so hard to draw micheal sheen—
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I am kind of proud of this one
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satashiiwrites · 1 year
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Eddie Diaz Ain’t ‘Fraid of No Ghost, Chapter Five
Chapter five today.  If we’re really lucky might also get chapter six.  But let’s start with five. 
Title: Eddie Diaz Ain’t ‘Fraid of No Ghost, Chapter Five
Fandom: 911
pairing: Buddie, Buck/ghost
Fic Summary: 
Eddie has long suffered his Abuela’s supersitions and practices. A fallen tortilla doesn’t mean someone’s coming to visit. Tuesdays are not inherently more unlucky because they fall on the thirteenth day of the month. 
After this October, Eddie might have to be more careful about what he does and doesn’t believe. Especially if it’s hurting his best friend and partner. 
Alternatively, Evan “Buck” Buckley’s Haunting. A Buddie Halloween fic for 2022.
Chapter summary: Buck runs instinctively to the one place he knows will always shelter him… 
Other tags/warnings: ghost fic. Buck/ghost is dubcon/confused con but not this chapter. Grammerly isn’t working today so I apologize for any errors in advance. 
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Read chapter five here on AO3
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aliteralltrashcan · 6 months
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Just had a mental breakdown and I dyed my hair black and honestly like- I regretted it at first but I’m like- not upset about it anymore. I genuinely feel so much better. Like- I think sometimes I just have a really hard time grounding myself and reminding myself like…why I’m still here…and like, I need to do something to remind myself that I am an Actual Person and that my feelings do Actually Matter, and for whatever reason I think dying my hair just does that so well. It’s like. Yes, I am a person who can think for themself and make decisions based on their needs and emotions. And that is so amazing.
Anyways I hope you all are taking care of yourselves, eating a normal amount of food and drinking a normal amount of water, getting enough sleep, and doing things that make you happy, because life sucks, but it can be a little less sucky sometimes, and I think everyone should be able to experience the not-suckiness as much as they possibly can :]
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touchlikethesun · 3 months
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you’re telling me people are doubting the cultural relevancy of destiel, THEE destiel??? the first and the last Great American Queerbait??? that destiel???
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crystal-dee · 1 year
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I just snagged the sexiest user name that I may or may not use and you may or may not eventually find out what it is
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soph-skies · 2 months
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unbelievably obsessed with how the juniors realize ‘mo xuanyu’ who is meant to be a bumbling idiot and embarrassment to his family is incredibly powerful, brilliant, and clearly very close with lwj, and they barely question it they’re just like yeah sure that checks out, moving on!
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messiahzzz · 2 months
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friendly reminder that creators within fandom (whether it be gifs, edits, meta, fanfiction or fanart) choose to take time out of their day to provide you with new content for free.
it’s easy to take it for granted since it only requires a few seconds/minutes to scroll through your dash, but it’s important to remember that behind that there are often hours, if not even days, of work and dedication.
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ros-aline · 2 years
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trying my best to stop associating being tired with guilt and shame ugh. i’m so hard on myself but i’m learning to be gentle and allow myself to be tired and to let myself rest. ive always heard that advice but in practice it’s so much harder than it seems- I somehow convince myself that yes I need rest, but only after ive done x,y,z and if I haven’t then why am I tired I should be fine right??? why are people so mean about me napping or laying down or needing quiet laying down time like. I get that everyone is so horny for the grind culture and think productivity = worth but fuck that IM SLEEPY and people are just going to have to deal with it
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lamentfulwarbler · 21 days
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“Dazai is the big spoon!” “No, Chuuya is!” NO YOU’RE BOTH WRONG! SKK CUDDLE LIKE THIS:
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martuzzio · 3 months
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Joel Smallishbeans, from someone who knows literally nothing about Joel Smallishbeans
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steddieas-shegoes · 2 months
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Steve and Eddie go through the whole adoption process in 1996, despite how difficult it was to find somewhere willing to help them at all and despite their conflicted feelings on adoption.
The way they saw it though, providing a loving home for a child who needed one was better than the alternative. Eddie had enough experience with temporary foster homes to know stability was better than constant moving and questionable foster parents.
They get a foster placement almost immediately, a six year old girl named Amelia. She’s quiet, but not in a way that worries them. She’s very focused, and enjoys going to school more than any regular children’s hobbies. Neither of them know what to do with that other than keep encouraging it.
She stays for months, months turn into a year, and the agency finally gives them the go ahead to complete the adoption process.
But they don’t do anything without talking to Amelia.
She’s happy there, her therapist signs off on it immediately and explains that Amelia has shown more personality development and less signs of trauma with them than she had even living at home. Not to mention they actually brought her to appointments, unlike her previous guardians.
To celebrate, they throw a party with all their friends and family and tell Amelia she can invite anyone from school she wants. She invites everyone.
Turns out their daughter is a social butterfly and is friends with everyone.
At the party, Eddie pulls out his guitar, plays a bunch of popular kid-friendly songs after a very scathing look from Steve as a reminder to behave.
Amelia walks over to him after a few songs, on a sugar high like he’d never seen on her before, and asks to play the guitar.
He’s hesitant, but not because he’s still protective of his guitars, more because he doesn’t want her to embarrass herself in front of her friends. Kids are cruel, even and especially at seven, and the last thing he wants is this to be the thing that kids talk about for the next ten years.
She sits on the couch and holds it, arranging her fingers…correctly. Eddie watches.
Steve is watching from across the room.
She starts strumming, very quietly at first, not as confident as she’d been a moment ago. And then she starts really playing.
It’s one of the songs Eddie wrote. He played it for the last four months nonstop as he perfected it, and she’d apparently been watching.
Eddie’s jaw is on the floor and he quickly looks over to Steve, who has a similar look of surprise on his face.
He doesn’t interrupt her. She makes it through the entire song.
She looks up.
“When did you learn to play guitar?” Eddie asks.
“When I was watching you.”
“But have you played before tonight?”
Amelia shook her head, looking down. “Didn’t wanna touch it without asking.”
Eddie pulls the guitar from her hands and sets it aside, then pulls her into his lap and hugs her. Steve sits down on the couch next to them, hand on her back.
“You can always ask, sweetie. And if you’re this interested and this natural, we can buy you your own guitar if you want. I didn’t think you were interested in playing.”
“I wanna be like you,” Amelia admitted against his shoulder.
Eddie was done for. He looked at Steve, half-panicked, trying not to cry in front of these people, but Steve wasn’t faring any better.
“Then we can go get you a guitar tomorrow. You can get your own picks, too. They might even have purple ones.”
“Can I have red? Like yours?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
It only took them two days after that to realize she could play by ear, just like Eddie.
And then it only took another day after that to realize she had taught herself to read music too.
They spent hours and hours every week playing together while Steve cooked dinner or checked her homework or just watched them.
When Eddie’s band decided to record another album and go on tour when Amelia was 12, Eddie insisted that she get to be on it.
She ended up helping write one of their songs, played on the track on the album, and with a lot of work, convinced Steve to let them homeschool her for the entire 8 months they’d be on tour so she could perform on stage with her dad.
“Can’t believe she’s not even genetically yours. Are you sure you didn’t have an affair?” Steve asked the night before they were leaving for Europe.
“When would I have had an affair? I came back to the tour bus or hotel with you every single night,” Eddie kissed him softly. “She’s amazing, huh?”
“She is. What happens when she wants to be a full blown rockstar like her dad too?”
“Then we make sure she’s protected and has good people around her like I have. She could be a rockstar easily. She’s got the talent and the presence,” Eddie smiled. “And she’s got me to make sure no one takes advantage of her. But she’s only 12. We’ve got time to worry about that later.”
“You’re bringing her onstage every single night all over the world for the next eight months, baby. I think later is now.”
Eddie sighed. “She’s gonna blow them all away. I’m proud of her. Let’s focus on that for now.”
And she did blow everyone away. The fans and the media had nothing but good things to say, and Steve didn’t have to go into overprotective mom mode at all until she was 15 and signing a record deal of her own.
But between Eddie and him, the entire industry knew better than to fuck with her or them.
They made rules, of course. School still came first, she still had required family events to be at, she still had regular friends at home. She wasn’t allowed at any parties, not even the events for award ceremonies.
But she didn’t really need those rules. She had no interest in parties or abandoning her friends or family, and she was a straight A student who still had hopes of getting into Brown for Journalism like her Aunt Nancy. She had a passion for music and wanted to share it, but not at the cost of the rest of her life.
And Eddie and Steve did everything they could to make sure she got to have everything. That’s what they’d promised her from day one.
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napping-sapphic · 4 months
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PLEASE make a blanket and pillow bed on the floor with me PLEASE get distracted midway through and start a pillow fight PLEASE lay down on it and watch movies on our laptop and cuddle with me PLEASE kiss me goodnight and sleep with me there PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—
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once-ina-blue-moon · 1 month
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something something ceaseless watcher
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