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charli-buckley · 2 years
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“Let’s name him Snoop Dogg.”
I doubled over in laughter in the passenger seat while Ryder grinned at me, his hair tousled from the open windows. “Stop!” I wheezed. “You know I can’t control my bladder anymore!” We were cruising home from our appointment in his dad’s car, unable to stop the giggles. It was half delirium from the early morning consultation, half true hilarity. Our baby’s due date was April 20th and it was just the funniest thing. We even had the ultrasound tech chuckling at our antics.
“What if it’s a girl?” I counter, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Mary Jane?” Another laugh bubbles up my throat and I watch as Ryder cracks another smile. “He’s a boy, I just know it. And we’ll name him Blaze Snoop Dog Buckley.”
Ryder misses the turn for my house and I glance back through the windows, my hair flying around my face. “You missed…” He cuts me off. “We’re going to breakfast on the boardwalk. I want pancakes.”
I settle back in my seat and watch as the palm trees and condos pass by my window. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy. I feel excited. This pregnancy brought on a lot of complicated feelings for me. Grief was a big one, which meant guilt. I grieved a future where I was celebrating a pregnancy with the love of my life. I grieved the person I hoped to do this with. I felt guilty for not being present and excited for motherhood. In the past, I would have suppressed these emotions. This time, I let them in. I processed them. I moved on.
Now, I look forward to the adventure of a lifetime with someone who makes me laugh. Someone realistic and kind and attentive… I never have to question his feelings or intentions because he wears them on his sleeve. It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone like him to coparent with. I look over to the man who’s stepped up to be there for a girl he hardly knows; to feed her pancakes and carry her groceries. I think it’s a boy too, and I think he’ll be just like him.
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swordsandflowercrowns · 5 months
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I'm absolutely LIVING for the increase in luke and percy parallels, but something that's been rattling around my brain since I last listened to the lightning thief musical is that without luke, percy WOULD become him. I think that it's seeing the example of the cruelty and betrayal in luke that prevented percy from following the same path. he's horrified at how luke betrayed his friends, but luke believes he's doing it for the good of the demigods, just as percy would believe he's doing it for the good of his friends. percy is regularly disloyal to the gods by being loyal to his friends. he is saved from luke's fate simply because he came second and watched it unfold before him. I'm so sorry luke but you really are doomed by the narrative. you were always going to turn against the gods, even it it wasn't you. it had to happen.
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viveela · 2 months
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I'm curious about your Lucifer design, I'd love to read notes about it 👀
Thanks for asking! I actually would love to talk about it, I can include my concept art as well:
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My thought process is I see all angels using birds as their basis for their comprehendible forms! So his is meant to play off a cockatiel since his cheeks and hair already remind me of one! I pushed that further with the tailcoat looking like feathers, giving him more feathery hair, and his mouth having curvature similar to a beak
But also I see him being visually stuck as a snake as a punishment for what he did before becoming fallen, a reminder of what he's done and why he's where he is now...so the two features mix into his look! His face and body have scales, his eyes are more narrow, and his coat's hood is meant to look similar to the one of a snake as well
As for the colors I wanted to go little further with it! I felt it'd make sense if he was more cream and brownish red to symbolize being the one to cause the 'bite of the forbidden fruit' aka 'the apple'. When apples are bitten and left alone they oxidize, so I took inspiration from that for the changes. Meanwhile his staff is a literal depiction of this act, his colors a more subtle one, it's all tied together ^^
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chrliekclly · 30 days
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oh charlie kelly loose identity tied to emotions nd changing on a whim we're really in it now....
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thoumpingground · 10 months
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So I've been pondering on how the Darcy-Bingley friendship came to be for a while, and like most people, I imagine that it was Bingley driven. I have now decided that when Bingley met Darcy - haughty, moody, catty man - he either unconsciously or explicitly reminded him of Caroline. "I must befriend him, he feels like home".
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crimson-nail · 9 months
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HIIIIIIIIIIII MISS CRIMSON NAIL HAAAAIIIII FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO
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twslug · 6 months
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et tu, brute?
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months
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Hazband 2: Band AU
Buckle Up, Buttercups. This is gonna be looooooooooong.
-"Insider Bands" playing on VH666 streaming services on a computer monitor / TV screen sitting on the desk against the far wall-
Charlie: (laying on her belly on her bed and chewing her nails like a cartoon goat chews through a field of grass as she watches the TV)
Riff Rascal: Alright, dudes, dudettes, non-duders, and rock-aholics! That was Simple Plain's newest single "Why Are We Kids?!". Coming up next, our guy, our big shredder, our big bad-
????: Dammit, Riff!!!! Just get on with it!!!
Riff Rascal: Yo, sorry, boss lady! Coming up next, we have our expert in all things metal and shredding, Axel Steelgrave, conducting a super secret, super exclusive interview with one of Hell's latest and greatest! Stay tuned!
Charlie: (whines and plasters her face into the comforter) Fuck! I really messed up! I shouldn't have released that album, guys! What if Vaggie doesn't like girls outside of the metal scene?! Then I'm just the creepy, stalker, pop diva who messages her on Sinstagram every once and a while! And likes all of her posts! And comments on each picture! And-
Razzle: (trying to finish polishing Charlie's hooves after a full pedicure and hoof care) Baap?
Charlie: So? It was only ever mentioned once in a tabloid that she was once in a poly ship with a man and woman before. Nothing set in stone. Who listens to tabloids anyway? She said she was a lesbian in her last interview with Angel Metal Monthly.
Dazzle: (brings up a wide array of nail polishes) BaaaAaaAp?
Charlie: Yes! She messages me back almost immediately after every message I send her, but that doesn't mean the's interested in me. She hasn't been online in a week! (rolls over and flops onto her back, covering her eyes with her arm) Not since Katie Killjoy did that whole news segment on my new single music video and album.
Dazzle: (painting Charlie's hooves in a deep red hue called "Wicked Sinister") Baaaaaaap. BaaaAAaaap. Baap. (clicks his hoof in a way that's supposed to look like a sassy finger snap and blows heated air over the paint)
Razzle: Baap! (scowls) Baaap. Baaa. Baap!
Charlie: Thanks, Razzle. No, Dazzle. I really don't think this is some kind of rebound. I really started liking her during the Battle of the Bands gig over at the Jackpot Hotel and Casino. She was the first person who didn't openly laugh at me being there even though I was the only pop singer there.
-VH666 blares back with a heavy metal guitar riff-
Axel Steelgrave: Hey, good evening, everyone. How's it going? Tonight, we have a very special guest. (camera pans out to show Vaggie sitting next to Axel in an interview chair) Lead singer, guitarist, and rocking girl, Vaggie the Steel Vagina from Fallen Angels.
Charlie: WHAT?!?!?!?!?! (crocodile death rolls around in her excitement and falls out of bed, completely wrapped in a burrito, and worm crawls over to the TV) RAZZLE!!! DAZZLE!!! TURN IT UP!!!
Razzle: (salutes) Baap! (grabs the remote and turns up the volume)
Dazzle: (sad bleats as he looks at the mess of nail polish everywhere) baaaaaap.....
Vaggie: (trying not to snarl at the name) It's just Vaggie, Axel.
Axel Steelgrave: Oh, sure. Sure. Well, thank you so much for taking the time to come and see us. Not gonna lie. We were shocked to hear that you were coming out with a new single so quickly.
Charlie: (plasters her face to the screen) New Single?!?!?!?!?!
Vaggie: (blushes slightly) Well, I figured after hearing the Princess's new album and call-out, I should work on a reply.
Angel: (from behind the camera man) You wouldn't have had ta write and record a whole new song and music video if you just sent 'er a video of you jacking it all week! I've never heard dat vibrator work so hard in its life! I swear I smelled smoke last night!
Charlie: (squeals, gasps, and shrieks all at once and falls backwards)
Vaggie: (jumps up from her seat) Angel! What the Fuck?!
Axel Steelgrave: Well, well, well, I guess that answers my next question. I take it this new single is going to be good news for the Princess?
Vaggie: (still steaming as she sits back down and tries to compose herself) I know you have the video on hand. Why not play it and let the fans see for themselves?
Axel Steelgrave: I couldn't have said it better myself. (to the camera) With that being said, let's take a look at a sneak peek of Fallen Angel's new single: "Dear, Charlie - For Somewhere Better".
-Video cuts to some random point in the music video where Vaggie is standing in black leather skirt that has the leather ripped into strips in a hoola-skirt style, black halter tank top, thigh high leather heeled boots, and black fingerless gloves, holding and shredding a guitar. Angel is a pink, fabulous gay disaster on drums while one set of hands works a keyboard.-
Vaggie: (singing) We'll ignite. Still dreaming wide awake. On the hunt for "Somewhen brighter". Pull me close now, and I'll dream until my dying day. Till we create a new "Somewhere better". The promise of a life. Like a thousand suns inside my broken heart. I can see through your eyes. And embrace the flame that guides me through the night.
-Video Cuts back to the interview-
Axel Steelgrave: (freaking out excitedly) Wow! That's quite the statement! Good on you, Steel Vagina!
Vaggie: Vaggie.
Axel Steelgrave: Before we end this exclusive, is there anything you want to say to the Princess in case she's watching?
Vaggie: (Face falls briefly as her eye widens and a blush colors her face) Oh.... (shakes her head to compose herself, looks into the camera, and makes a telephone gesture) Call me~
Axel Steelgrave: (laughing) Alright! You heard it here first, folks. "Dear, Charlie" will be available on HellTunes tonight at midnight. Thank you all so much for tuning in. And, as always, stay rocking.
Charlie: (finally managing to unravel the blanket and sitting on the floor with a bright red blush) C-Call.... Her.... She wants me to call her... (jumps up and down like a teenager in a bad "not another teen movie" while holding Razzle and Dazzle's hooves) SHE WANTS ME TO CALL HER!!!! (pauses) How?! I don't have her number!
-DING!-
Charlie: (dives for her phone on the floor and opens a new Sinstagram message)
FallenAngelVaggie: Hope you got a chance to watch "Insider Bands" tonight. Talk to you later? Maybe over coffee? XXX-XXX-XXXX
Charlie: (takes a deep breath) SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Vaggie: (leaning against the wall of the VH666 studio, holding her phone against her chest, and taking a long drag of a cigarette)
Angel: Hey! I thought you were quitting! (yoinks the cigarette and plops it between his lips)
Vaggie: Dammit, Angel! I said I'd be done once my case is empty! (digs in her pocket and pulls out an angelic steel cigarette case) It still has four left! I haven't even lit up in nearly six months!
Angel: I know! Proud of you for that. That interview rile you up that much that you gotta wreck six months of hard work?
Vaggie: Ugh! (slams her back into the wall) You think Charlie got the message?
-squeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Angel: (looks up at the sky towards the Morningstar Mansion where it looks like fireworks are going off on one of the balconies) Oh, I think she got it~
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Luke Castellan is a tragic character, a broken man, a cutie with a lot of valid anger
But he came for my girls and i can’t have that so I will be breaking his knees
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ardentpoop · 4 months
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another instance of me fondly remembering the thermonuclear rage this induced in me when i originally watched it <3
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charli-buckley · 2 years
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“Do you mind giving me just a few minutes alone in the house… before I leave for good?”
“Of course, I would want those moments too. Take your time, okay? I’ll load up the car.”
Charli watched as her newfound friend took the last of her luggage to the driveway, closing the door quietly behind them to give her a moment alone. It was a relief to have someone in Florida to help her with this life-altering move. But as much relief as she felt, the overwhelming and crushing pain of loss seemed to poison everything good.
The home looked pristine. Sterile, almost. Charli was careful to erase every part of her, as if she had never lived there. It’s possible there was a stray hair or bobby-pin left behind, but effectively, any trace of her had disappeared. Exactly as she wanted it.
Meandering into their bedroom, Charli swallowed hard and sat down on the bed. Zucchini joined her and whined as she nudged at her mother’s hand. “I’m sorry.” Charli apologized through tears, knowing it wasn’t just her life that she had turned upside down. Ruined. Zucchini was losing her siblings and her dad. The only family she had ever known.
It was then that Charli noticed the hamper was still full. Walking to it, she picked up the blue button down that was laying on top. She held it to her face and inhaled the scent of him deeply. Warmth. Sunscreen. The undeniable spiciness of his cologne. “I’m so sorry.” She breathed, regret and pain washing over her like a tidal wave. Charli fell to her knees and began to rock back and forth, holding his shirt to her face as she sobbed and apologized over and over again. She apologized to him, to their family, and maybe most importantly - to herself. She had self-inflicted this unyielding agony and she was so fucking sorry for that. 
Lifting her head to the ceiling, Charli wailed and wailed until she felt the pain may steal her breath altogether. Throughout it all, she never loosened her grip on that shirt. It was a piece of him that she refused to let go of. It could never replace the strong protection of his arms, the comfort of his chest, or the warmth of his core… but she would hold it like it could.
Charli managed to pull herself to her feet to look through the hamper once more. Through the socks and jeans, she found her favorite pair of pajama shorts. They were torn up with little ducklings decorated across the fabric. He had always teased her for keeping them, and even threatened to “accidentally” throw them out, but she knew he never would. They meant something to her.
Charli wasn’t sure he’d even come back to this house, but in the instance he would, she left the duckling shorts in the bottom of the hamper. Maybe they could bring him comfort the way his shirt would for her. Despite her mistakes, their love was real. Even in the end - they promised fiercely between kisses and sighs just how real it was. Charli would never apologize for that. She was sorry for so many things, but loving August, even if it meant ending with this misery, no… she’d never be sorry for that.
Wiping her eyes, Charli put her arms through his shirt and hung it over her delicate shoulders. She then called Zucchini and shut off every light in the house until she was outside. She moved like a ghost in the night, feet barely touching the floor. She locked the door, put the key under the mat, and walked towards her packed car. It was overstuffed with things but her small dog found a comfortable spot on a pile of her blankets.
“You ready?” Charli’s companion asked, offering a sympathetic smile. She wasn’t ready, not even close, but life doesn’t offer such grace. It didn’t matter if she was ready… she had to keep moving. Glancing back, she took a last look at the house before swallowing back the last of her tears. “No.” She replied in a small voice, putting her car into drive. “But even if I can’t go on, I’ll go on.”
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swordsandflowercrowns · 4 months
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luke is such an empathetic character because uncle rick just gives us a boy who's grown up feeling abandoned by his father, who he also deems responsible for essentially losing his mother. he loses one of his best friends because her very birth is seen as a mistake to the gods, and the very best zeus can do for her as she gives her life for her friends is to turn her into a tree. he becomes the best swordsman at camp, he successfully completes his quest, he's good, he's a good kid, and STILL he doesn't get so much as an acknowledgement from his father. he may be 19 during tlt but he has been a KID throughout all of this and he is desperate. of course he made the choices he did. it was ALWAYS going to happen.
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prolibytherium · 4 months
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I go into shows with zero expectation that any gay shit will actually happen but I REALLY thought Dee and the waitress were going to fuck in the Ladies Boggs Reboot. Like all the 'horny but there are no MEN on this plane!!'/the Chris Evert scissoring joke + "you're my Chris Evert"/the waitress mistaking Dee for Dennis in a drunken haze etc I really thought the natural conclusion would be them having a truly awful airplane bathroom hookup and probably never speaking of it again, as a gag. BUT ALAS
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Based on the way the story has been written, especially following season 4, I do believe mike is likely gay atp. But “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls” still makes sense as projection if Mike is bi because lots of closeted bi teens are confused about their feelings, especially in the 80s where terms like “bisexual” wouldn’t have been as readily accessible to kids from Hawkins, Indiana.
Simply the fact that Mike likes boys/Will could make him worried that he’s gay and cause him to hyperfixate on the concept of not liking girls more often, especially if his feelings for El were waning, or if his feelings for Will were overwhelming, even if he did in fact have a crush on El at the start of the show. Nothing says being a closeted bi teen like bouncing back and forth between “I can’t be gay, I like girls” and “Oh no, I like boys, am I gay?”
I think there’s a common misconception that the bi Mike view necessitates oversimplifying the story as “Mike used to be into El, and now he’s into Will.” That isn’t necessarily the case. A bi Mike reading can still involve internalized homophobia, projection, the heteronormative pressure to conform and date girls, repression, and most of the things we talk about here.
(I didn’t really wanna get involved in this, but I feel like this is important to add).
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gold-andbronze · 4 months
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Keep your friends that are doomed by the narrative in your prayers after last night
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crimson-nail · 4 months
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i have been cooking an over-complicated roleswap au for. a VERY long time
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