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You Are The Best Thing That's Ever Been Mine
In honour of Byler Day 2023 and Speak Now (TV) <3 hope you enjoy!
(ALSO I'm also posting this onto my ao3 so if you wanna check that out that's be great!! my ao3 is: just_a_byler_kid if you're interested)
Will had been at kindergarten for less than a day, but he already knew one thing for sure; kids were annoying. He watched them all run around screaming, playing tag, throwing sand at each other, and he had no idea why. What was the point in their games? Fun? Well, they didn’t look fun, not to Will anyway. They looked downright terrifying.
Still. He would’ve liked someone to ask him to play, too.
He would’ve said no. Obviously.
But if only someone had just asked…
He huffed to himself, frowning, and stared at the ground, just slightly out of reach from his dangling feet. If he stretched, the very tip of his worn, scuffed trainers touched the gravel. For a brief moment, he grinned, proud of his achievement. The other kids probably couldn’t do that, he thought smugly to himself. He was a little taller than most kids in his class, apart from a kid called Troy Walsh, who seemed to tower over him. Troy was scary, Will had decided. Best to stay out of his way. But even though Will thought so, he couldn’t help noticing that Troy Walsh wasn’t sitting by himself on the swings. No, Troy was playing tag with a whole group of kids, and it was he, Will, who was alone. Maybe he had gotten the wrong idea. Maybe he should try to make friends with Troy, or at least someone. But a terrible thought struck him all of a sudden- what if no one wanted to be his friend? What if everyone was going to hate him forever? What if-
“Hello,” came a voice. Will jumped, and looked up at once. A boy had appeared, with dark curls falling in front of his big brown eyes. The boy looked very small, and very scared. What was he doing here? What was Will supposed to say back?
“Hello,” he said, his voice extremely quiet.
The boy took a deep breath, as though he was building up the courage to speak. His words came out in a rush. “Doyouwanttobemyfriend?”
Will blinked, unsure if he’d heard right. “Huh?”
“Do you want to be my friend?” the boy repeated, this time speaking slower than was natural. He looked up at Will through his curls, and Will found he was suddenly quite shy.
“Okay,” he said, even quieter than before, smiling timidly, still a little confused as to what was happening. The boy’s face split into a huge grin, one radiating with bright, bubbly happiness.
“Great!” he cried, climbing onto the swing beside Will. “I’m Mike, by the way. Who are you?”
“Will.”
“Will, we’re going to be best friends forever, okay?” Mike said, like it wasn’t even a question. Will looked down at Mike’s sneakers; they couldn’t touch the ground at all. He felt his smile grow; he was taller.
“Okay.” And, although they barely knew each other, Will believed it with all his heart.
“Will!” Mike shouted from across the playground, and Will hurriedly scrubbed tears off his face before looking up to see his best friend running towards him. The smile on Mike’s face faded as he reached the swings, taking in the obvious redness of Will’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Will said automatically, doing his best to smile. But there was never any fooling Mike. He just knew everything; it was one of the things he liked best about him.
“No, you’re not,” Mike said, his voice full of concern. “What happened?” After a pause, he added, his voice even softer, “Is it… your dad?” WIll nodded, eyes stinging again, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. His feet touched the ground easily now, but Mike’s did easier. Mike was taller than him now, and so was just about everyone. Will had liked it better when he was one of the tallest.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Will thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Maybe later,” he whispered, voice wobbling a little.
“Do you want a hug?”
This time, Will nodded. Instantly, Mike wrapped Will in his arms, squeezing him comfortingly. Will’s stomach felt lighter at once, and his heart felt a bit warmer. This was the only good thing about Mike being taller; he gave the best hugs. Will sometimes felt that he could spend forever there. Mike made him feel safe, and happy, and whole. But the hug only lasted a few seconds, like they always did at school. They never spoke about it, but they both knew they shouldn’t hug each other for too long, or Troy Walsh would get upset. It was okay though, Will thought as Mike smiled down at him, the kindness in his eyes making his heart flutter a little, because later, when he went to sleep over at Mike’s, they could hug for as long as they wanted. As Mike turned around to look for their new friends, Lucas and Dustin, Will smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait until later.
The words took him completely by surprise, and it looked as though they took Mike by surprise, too. They both sat there, in stunned silence, for a few moments, both waiting for Will to say something. The only problem was Will couldn’t remember how to speak. He had forgotten what words were. His brain had short-circuited the moment he heard those words come out of Mike’s mouth. And so he stared at his feet, trying to remember how to function. They were both too tall for the swings now, their legs bending awkwardly, but it didn’t really matter, because the swings were their place. Even now they were seventeen, over a decade after they had met, they hadn’t truly outgrown them. The first thing that really hit him was that this was the place Mike had chosen to tell him. The realisation almost made his heart melt, Of course he had. Mike Wheeler had always liked to be poetic.
Then he remembered what Mike had said.
His fist tightened on the chain of the swing, the cool metal pressing into his palm, grounding him, reminding him that he wasn’t dreaming. “You mean it?”
He looked up to meet Mike’s gaze, and saw for the first time the true fear in his eyes. Tears were streaming down his face, and his curls were falling in front of his eyes again. God, Will had always loved those curls.
“I mean it,” Mike whispered, his voice hoarse. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life, Will. I love you. I love how you smile, and how you laugh, and how you speak, I love how you’re kind and generous to everyone you meet, I love how you force me to listen to those terrible songs you like, I love how you never let anyone kill bugs we find in the house, and how you insist on taking them outside to a nicer place, I love how you’re creative and brave and gentle and so fucking perfect. I love you, and I’ve loved you for so long, Will. And I’m sorry that I had to go and ruin everything, because you mean more to me than anything in the world. But I had to tell you, because I can’t keep lying to you abou-”
Mike stopped talking with a quiet gasp as Will reached out and brushed his hair out of his face. There were tears in Will’s eyes, and his hands were shaking. This couldn’t be real. But it was. This was real. Because he could feel the tears on Mike’s face, the heat radiating off of his body. This was real.
“Mike?” he whispered, voice shaking,his hand still resting on Mike’s face.
“Yeah?”
“I love you too.”
Everything happened all at once. Mike’s hand was on his, and then Mike’s lips were on his, and it was like fireworks were exploding inside of Will’s heart. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he knew was he was kissing Michael Wheeler, his best friend, the boy he had loved for years, the boy he had given up on, and it felt amazing. Mike’s lips were warm, and soft, and felt so perfect against his own. Mike moved his hand across Will’s face, and goosebumps followed his touch, only intensifying when his hand came to a rest by his jaw, holding WIll’s face gently in his hand.
For the first time in many, many years, Will felt as though everything was perfect. Everything was as it should be.
@cgi-heart-eyes and @bylerday2023 <3
#byler day#byler day 2023#miwi#byler#it's not my best but seeing as i wrote it in one night#i don't mind tbh#anyway HAPPY BYLER DAY
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hey what if i wrote something what would you do if i wrote something huh whatcha gonna do if i write something
what if i told you that something was caux huh what would you do if i write caux what if i DREW caux huh what then hm what will you do then
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chair i just woke up
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a colleague recently said to me, I don’t wanna sound harsh but you rarely or never go out, and I said, true, I used to but drinking costs money and I can find more pleasure at home, on vacation, on a terrace in broad daylight drinking a glass of wine or at a concert. I’d rather spend my money on things that are worthwhile instead of spending it mindlessly
everyone is different and has a different meaning when it comes to money and enjoying life
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Consider this: Charles treating falling in love with Edwin like an adventure.
Charles purposefully watching Edwin in his normal day-to-day so he can find the moments where he feels something more, taking Edwin on walks so they can talk about their feelings and hopes and expectations, trying to be closer physically as well as emotionally.
Charles being giddy and excited and overjoyed when he looks at Edwin one day and feels his heart seizing up, and having to tell Edwin about it immediately, because isn't this great? He couldn't say he was in love with Edwin back on the stairway to hell, but he's getting closer every day.
Charles wanting to fall in love with Edwin with the earnest intensity of someone who has loved Edwin in every other way for three decades.
And Edwin, who considered his feelings for Charles an affliction he should apologise for, watching this ray of human sunshine being absolutely overjoyed by slowly reciprocating his feelings and the opportunity to love him back.
#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#charles rowland#edwin payne#painland#charles x edwin#paynland#chedwin#it's like my mind has become a factory for only them-thoughts#it's ridiculous tbh but i don't think i can stop
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Help me settle a debate with my friends! If it seems difficult to choose that's normal, we've already dealt with the animals that are easy to sort (e.g. goats and mice are the two extremes on the spectrum of animal civility) and these are the more dicey choices that are on a similar level of perceived politeness.
#tbh i think the giraffe shouldn't be in there. they don't look particularly affable to me more like they mind their own business at best#but i think i'm influenced by the arsehole giraffe character from that kimba cartoon when i was a kid#ok i just googled it because i didn't want to badmouth a giraffe in case i remembered wrong#and learnt that raff the giraffe ''died from his injuries and from dehydration''#i feel terrible for speaking ill of the dead. please don't let that influence your vote though
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Quite often, I'm sad that Larian canned the original idea of letting origin characters narrate their story and choices. It gave such a nice flavor to their personal stories and their emotions during every encounter.
For instance, upon encountering a wounded illithid who tried to mind control them:
Astarion already fucking hates this thing - he growls as he describes it, he seethes. And then he almost sobs, when the mindflayer tries to force him to think he deserved to be whipped and flayed for resisting it. And it makes perfect sense for him to react like that -- not only does he hate any intrusion into his mind, but also, the mindflayer found his trigger and made him feel miserable.
Meanwhile, Shadowheart, in the same scene, sounds a lot more collected, and observant, detached even when the mindflayer pushes into her mind. Sharite training pays off - she has probably been prepared for such attacks and is ready to endure what it takes to fulfill her mission. She needs to keep her focus and press on.
Will is straight-up poetic. He doesn't narrate; he tells a story he is immersed in (and wants to get you immersed too). He doesn't hate the dying mindflayer -- he has no reason to, it's dying all the same. He is taken aback by the compulsion attempt, clearly processing the emotions the creature tries to drag him through, but he is still in control, clearly understanding what it's trying to do. And of course, he would be in control - he is an experienced monster hunter, he dealt with all kinds of creatures. He knows a mental attack when he sees one.
Oh, and Gale, Gale just brings that classy "stranded in another world log" vibe. He is one of those sci-fi protagonists who go through the horrors and wonders, but always narrate them in the calmest of voices because they can't afford losing focus and losing their cool. Of course, Gale is also sympathetic, and curious, and melancholic at times, but it's all contained. I don't know if it was intentional, but his lines conveyed the feeling of isolation despite being surrounded by people.
Yes, Amelia Tyler is perfect, but I feel like BG3 origin character playthroughs suffer from the same effect that Divinity: Original Sin 2 origin stories did -- aside from a couple of details, more personalized interactions, and a bit more insights related to personal quests, they blend together with custom character behavior a lot.
Narration by VAs would have added such a nice personal touch to every choice and decision - not to mention compensated for the lack of voiced dialogues.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#gale of waterdeep#wyll ravengard#shadowheart#don't mind me i'm always tad salty about origin playthrough#but i'd kill for a kalrach voiceover tbh. it has to be fire#also didn't include lae'zel because i didn't find her narration#seriously who would say no to HOURS of listening to theo or neil or devora
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i call upon my ancestors to free me from the plague that is violent bdsm smut engulfing fiction books aimed at women and young girls.
#radblr#so sick of it tbh#i don't mind smut but why are people having sex with doors and pillows#and why is every male protagonist a sadistic weirdo#why are women writing this??!!!
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Paul Newman as Ben Quick
THE LONG, HOT SUMMER (1958)
dir. Martin Ritt
#filmedit#the long hot summer#filmgifs#moviegifs#classicfilmblr#usermichi#usersakshi#paul newman#gifs#mine#tbh i don't mind spending long hot summer with him
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(genshin impact spoilers incoming)
one aspect of furina's characterization that's pretty understated but that i really really really love is her intelligence and curiosity. usually in genshin, when a character's intelligence is an important trait of theirs, there are aspects of their design, writing, voice acting, etc, that very clearly tell you "hey this character is smart." albedo, for example, wears a labcoat, is always saying big sciency words in a calm, rational tone of voice, and other characters are always talking about how smart he is
but furina? nothing about her on the surface suggests that she's a "smart" character - quite the opposite, in fact. superficially, she's introduced as a bratty, conceited, overconfident person who actually has no idea what she's doing. we eventually learn in the archon quest that that was all an act, but even after she regains her freedom, nothing about her really seems archetypically intelligent, at least at face value
instead, furina's intelligence is always shown rather than told (the only exception being nahida's voiceline about her). she had an intelligence network across teyvat feeding her information, and we saw in the flashback how she directed researchers to study the prophecy and potential ways of stopping it. before things like lyney's trial or directing the two musketeers, she'd stay up all night planning and piecing things together all on her own. she loves learning new things, she has lines in the teapot about how, when she's interested in something, she wants to become the most knowledgeable person in the topic, and also how she'd like to disassemble the teapot itself to learn how it works, and she's quick to learn new skills (like surfing). and, of course, she's well read, and quite possibly teyvat's foremost expert on the performing arts
i like how furina sort of defies the concept of character archetypes. she's initially presented as an archetypical bratty, dramatic, spoiled popular girl, but that was a role she forced herself into because it's what people expected of her. but the real furina, while still retaining some of the flamboyance from her archon persona, doesn't really fit into a clear mold. she's smart without being a super-genius, and she's kind without being a soft-spoken doormat. it makes her feel multifaceted and real, and i really love that!
anyway, this is why it makes me mad whenever i see people calling furina stupid, cuz she's not!
#furina#genshin impact#don't mind me just rambling about my blorbo#tbh given her love of learning and how old she is i imagine furina could her own against zhongli in a quaint trivia contest#furina's true traits being shown rather than told is both great storytelling but also kinda frustrating because some people miss it#and end up mischaracterizing her as a result#but then again some people will also ignore character traits that are explicitly told so it's maybe not the writing that's at fault here
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Hughie Campbell | The Boys S01E02: Cherry
#just missed looking at my boy don't mind me#cara gifs#hughie campbell#jack quaid#billy butcher#karl urban#the boys#the hold he has on me tho#also hey#fuck the colouring in this show tbh#also boy do i love the way butcher circles him#i LOVE it#i wish my brain would start working again#stupid being sick#i wanna wriiiiiiite
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'What's your favorite holiday?' Steve asked while they were looking at the fireworks, pressed against each other in the dark of the night. They had been dancing around each other for months, ever since Eddie woke up in the hospital with Steve already at his bedside. They had taken their time to get to know each other better, to let that something between them grow and to figure out what it all meant exactly. But around the time Eddie graduated, it had finally culminated into what it had been destined to be from the start.
Eddie could barely believe they had only been official for about a month and a half, that Steve had only been part of his life for a little over three months. But he knew, with a certainty that he couldn't really explain, that he and Steve belonged to be like this. No matter how scary it had been to fall for him, it had been the only available option.
'Sukkot,' Eddie answered his question with no hesitation.
Steve leaned away a little bit to be able to look at Eddie.
'Was that the one that was, like, three weeks ago?'
'No, that was Shavu'ot,' Eddie answered patiently. He knew that Steve was trying very hard to keep up, and that the Hebrew words didn't exactly make it easier on him. 'The boring one that Wayne's obsessed with.'
Steve chuckled. 'So what is Sukkot?'
'I thought you'd never ask, big boy,' said Eddie, a wide grin creeping over his face. 'It's the best fucking week of the year. We build those huts in our yards where we're supposed to live all week. It's really awesome, we get to be outside all the time and Wayne tells all the best stories about how our ancestors escaped from Egypt and wandered through the desert for years. Back in Virginia, on the farm, it also used to be this celebration that the harvest was done. The best moment of the year, man, like when the summer holiday starts, y'know.'
'Sounds pretty cool.'
'Pretty cool?' Eddie repeated in a mock-offended tone. 'Pretty cool?! Stevie, how dare you, it's fucking magical! It's the awesomest of holidays! You know what? You're gonna have to join us this October and get the whole experience!'
'Are you sure?' Steve looked weirdly hesitant about Eddie's proposal and Eddie felt the excitement in his chest deflate like a popped balloon.
'Yeah, I mean... If you want to,' he said, reigning himself in a little bit. Maybe Steve thought it was weird, maybe he would never quite understand it, maybe –
'Of course I want to,' Steve cut off his spiraling thoughts, like the mere suggestion was completely ridiculous. 'But would it be okay? You wouldn't mind? And your uncle?'
'Why the hell would we mind, Stevie?'
'Well, I'm not Jewish...'
Eddie chortled. 'Yeah, we know that, dude. But you're always welcome in our humble little home.'
And Steve's face lit up in a way that the fireworks in the sky above them could never compete with. 'Alright,' he said. 'Then I'd love to celebrate this awesomest of holidays with you.'
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And so it happens that a little over three months later, Eddie runs out of the trailer with even more excitement than usual when Steve's way too fancy car shows up. He basically jumps into his boyfriend's arms as soon as Steve gets out of his car – and of course Steve catches him, stumbling only a little bit while huffing out an “oomph” as Eddie wraps all four of his limbs around his body.
'Hello to you, too,' he murmurs with a soft smile on his face. He can't exactly kiss Eddie here, in broad daylight with all of Eddie's neighbors to see, but he lets his hands linger around Eddie's shoulders when he gently puts him down on the ground.
'You're excited.'
'We're building the hut today!'
'The sukkot, right?'
And the proud smile around Steve's lips makes it almost impossible for Eddie to correct him.
'The sukkah, babe. It's one sukkah, multiple sukkot.'
'Sukkah,' Steve repeats, his voice still as unsure as ever when he tries the Hebrew words that are so familiar to Eddie and Wayne and still so foreign to him.
'C'mon, Wayne's already waiting for us.'
Eddie starts tugging Steve along with him towards the trailer. He wishes he could do that by taking his hand instead of the sleeve of his jacket, but he's too aware of how careful they have to be here, out in the open in the trailer park.
They go around the trailer, where Wayne is already surrounded by a bunch of corrugated sheets and some big pine branches.
'We're building it here?' Steve sounds surprised. 'Why not on the porch?'
Eddie sees his uncle's face fall, and his own excited smile fades away as well.
'It's too eye-catching, on the other side,' Wayne explains to Steve. 'Too many folks lookin' to trash stuff 'round here, ya know.'
Almost every year, they find some graffiti on the walls of their sukkah at some point of the week. It has become better since they moved the hut to the backside of their trailer, hidden away from Forest Hills' main roads. Before, when they still built it in front of their home, they'd regularly find the roof or the walls demolished. Nothing ever happened when one of them was home: both Wayne and Eddie were protected from any serious danger by their own scary looks. But unfortunately, the sukkah did not enjoy the same protection when the Munson men weren't present to keep an eye on it.
Wayne doesn't outright say it with that many words – that's not his style – but Eddie can see in the arch of Steve's eyebrows that he gets it. That he understands that Forest Hills is not the kind of place where Hebrew should be spoken loudly and that anything more than a menorah in front of a window can be considered offensive real quick. He sees that Steve understands it, because Steve knows what it feels like to not be able to take his boyfriend's hand when they're outside. It's not the same, but it's similar, in a way.
When Eddie came out to Wayne, his uncle told him that he was sorry Eddie got dealt the wrong cards twice. But that's not how Eddie sees it. Standing here, in the quiet world behind the trailer, with his uncle, his boyfriend and a pile of junk that will soon turn into a refuge, he gets the confirmation of what he already knew back then: that he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if it means having to hide away from prejudiced eyes, he'd choose this right here over anything easier in a heartbeat.
Wayne takes off his trucker hat to reveal the kippah he often wears hidden underneath it, then turns Eddie around by his shoulders so he can attach a kippah to his curls with some hairpins. Eddie usually never wears one: he doesn't like being told what to do in any way, and he proudly wears the pentagram of the Church of Satan on his denim vest. But for events like this, Wayne insists the kippah is important, and Eddie has long since he moved in with his uncle learned that there's no use digging his heels in the sand about it. If it's that important for Uncle Wayne, he'll doesn't mind complying.
'And one for you,' Wayne states after Eddie's kippah is properly secured to his head, turning towards Steve with a third one in his outstretched hand.
Steve's eyes widen in an almost cartoon-like way.
'For me?' he repeats, as if he's unsure if he understands Wayne correctly.
'U-huh,' Wayne confirms with a nod of his head.
Steve's eyes flash back and forth between Eddie and Wayne, still clearly confused, like he's trying to catch some lie or a prank between the two of them.
'That's – would that be okay?' he stammers.
'Neshama sheli,' Eddie says, his voice soft. 'Of course that'd be okay. It's the polite thing to do, actually, when you're in shul – or in other Jewish places – whether you're a Jew or not.'
'Okay, cool,' Steve says with a little shrug of his shoulders. He's slightly too obviously trying to play it cool, and that makes Eddie realize something he hadn't really considered before: that Steve is nervous about this. For Eddie, sukkot is nothing but a holiday of fun. But Steve doesn't know any of those traditions, he doesn't know any of the unwritten rules. For all he knows, what they're doing today is something sacred and solemn – it makes sense that he's afraid to do the wrong thing or mess it up somehow. It's written all over his face: he's afraid to be disrespectful, to be an intruder, to somehow offend Wayne and Eddie without meaning to...
Steve takes the kippah from Wayne and places it on his hair, where it lies dangerously close to sliding off.
'Here, lemme help you.' Eddie digs around in his own pockets to find some long forgotten hairpins and slides up behind Steve, attaching the kippah to some strands of his soft, shiny hair. When he's done, he slides his arms around Steve's waist and tugs him close to his chest.
'Hey,' he whispers in his ear, nuzzling his nose against the soft hair right above it because he simply can't resist the temptation of touching Steve's locks in any way, ever. 'You don't need to worry 'bout anything. We're just gonna build a hut, that's all. And we're trailer park Jews anyway, we don't care about etiquette and shit. Or, well, maybe Wayne does, a little bit, but he's used to me, so... You're good.'
Steve chuckles, then turns himself around in Eddie's arms until they're face-to-face.
'Thank you,' he whispers in the space between them.
Wayne emphatically clears his throat, no doubt worried that the boys are about to forget he's still with them.
'You lovebirds ready to get to work?'
Slightly unwilling, Eddie lets go of Steve and flashes Wayne an excited grin. 'Alright, my dearest uncle, tell us what to do.'
The next hour or so is spent hauling corrugated sheets around and assembling them into a decent-sized hut. While Eddie is drilling their metal walls together, Wayne tells Steve all about the meaning behind what they're doing. He gets like that with every holiday: he loves the big stories, and Eddie has always loved listening to Wayne telling them.
'All of this,' Wayne explains with a gesture towards the half-finished sukkah, 'Is to remind us of what happened to our people a long time ago. They were enslaved in Egypt, far away from their homes. When they got out, they wandered through the desert for forty years, tryin' to find their way back. They suffered drought, storms, heat, famine... But G-d's protection was with them every step of their way, until He safely delivered them back to their homeland. For forty years, they didn't have no place to call home. They slept in huts beneath the stars. That's why, for one week a year, we still live in huts. We don't sleep here, 's too cold for that in Indiana –'
'I do sometimes,' Eddie cuts in.
'Your boy is crazy,' Wayne dryly states. 'But we live here as much as possible. The most important thing is to have all our meals in here, as long as it ain't raining too hard. We're not supposed to make a solid roof, y'know, 'cause it's supposed to be a reminder of how our people used to sleep under the open sky. It's a symbol for how we should submit ourselves to G-d's protection.'
Steve listens attentively and keeps asking Wayne all kinds of questions while they continue working on the roof, which they assemble out of pine branches that Eddie and Wayne took from the woods around the trailer park earlier that day.
'This day's extra special,' Wayne tells Steve when they're almost done, 'Cause it's a Friday evening. Means our first meal in the sukkah is a Shabbat meal.'
Usually, Wayne isn't exactly world's most diligent cook, but for days like this, he always tries to go a little bit bigger than usual. Not that their kitchen is suited for fabricating any kind of fancy meals – let alone that they can afford anything like that – but that doesn't really matter. Not to Eddie, at least, and he's pretty sure the same thing applies to Steve. The most important thing is that Wayne tries his very best to make days like those feel special. So while Steve and Eddie get tasked with setting up the interior of the sukkah, Wayne heads back to the trailer to make sure the food will be all done before sunset.
Steve and Eddie haul a bunch of plastic lawn chairs and a trestle table inside. After the furniture, they add some pillows, a truly hideous tablecloth, and a bunch of random clutter from the trailer to make it feel more homely. Eddie always likes to put this one Jesus sculpture they once got from the old Mrs. Brooks from number 70 in one of the corners, for no other purpose than to get on Wayne's nerves. Steve, on the other hand, actually cares about making the sukkah look good, and he comes up with the idea to walk around the trailer park and go into the woods to find some flowers as a finishing touch. Most of the vegetation around Forest Hills is withered all year round, but Steve manages to find some branches with beautiful autumn colors and a bunch of shiny chestnuts among the decaying junk.
'You manage to make anything pretty, huh,' Eddie notes when they're all done, with leaves of dark orange and golden yellow miraculously brightening up every single corner of the hut.
Steve smiles and pulls Eddie in his arms. Now, shielded by the walls of their dwelling, they can do that without worrying about the watchful eyes of nosy neighbors.
'Nah,' he murmurs, his lips ghosting over Eddie's cheek. 'I don't make things pretty, I attract pretty things.' And the way in which Steve's lips find his, soft and full of promise, tells Eddie that he wasn't merely talking about pretty things. It makes his heartbeat stutter and his cheeks heat up.
Steve pulls back before the kiss can become anything more than a promise, with a sparkle in his eyes and a soft smile still tugging at his lips.
'C'mon, let's go help your uncle with the food.'
By the time they're ready to welcome Shabbat, the autumn sun has long disappeared behind the trees and it's rapidly cooling off outside. Wayne puts on his thick plaid jacket and Steve borrows one of Eddie's favorite black hoodies. During this time of the year – when it's not yet cold enough to waste money on heating – the trailer doesn't really stay much warmer than the sukkah, so they're used to the cold anyway. Steve, however, is shamelessly exploiting the chill of the evening as an excuse to cuddle up close to Eddie at the table – not that Eddie minds that at all.
But when Wayne lights the candle and recites the blessing at sundown, it feels like the sukkah is actually much warmer than any other place in the world. It's because what's happening in this place is special, Eddie thinks. For a week, this hut is their home. It's designed to house two people – just Wayne and him – but Steve fits in this cramped space with them like he was always supposed to be here. And when Steve turns to Eddie to wish him a good shabbos with a smile on his face, Eddie knows that he will never want to celebrate another holiday – Jewish or not – without him.
Some fun facts for those who are interested:
Sukkot 1986 indeed started on a Friday (October 17th)
The use of corrugated sheets for a sukkah is actually quite common, and I took the liberty to interpret the skillful way in which we see Eddie drilling them down in the Upside Down, as him having plenty experience with creating a refuge with those things.
For those who don't speak Hebrew: when Eddie calls Steve neshama sheli, he uses a common Hebrew pet name which literally translates to "my soul." I imagine Eddie loves calling Steve all kinds of Hebrew pet names and this is a truly beautiful one imo.
I hope I did right to this really cool holiday with my lil story!
#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#this was simultaneously very difficult and SO MUCH FUN to write tbh#i hope everyone who celebrates sukkot this week is having a blast <3#jewish eddie munson#eddie munson#wayne munson#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things#sukkot#judaism#fanfic#fruity ficlet
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#the great ace attorney#dai gyakuten saiban#tgaa#dgs#kazuma asogi#asogi kazuma#asougi kazuma#kazuma asougi#evangenny art#'lucien these colors look awful' i don't fucking care anymore#this shit sat in my folder for almost 9 months now i want it FINISHED and GONE and OUT OF MY SIGHT#tbh i didn't initially plan to make this Very Red it just. kinda happened#it's 2 am i should go sleep before i lose my mind
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okay so Price/Ghost one shot where Ghost is a tow-truck driver and Price is a cop, and Ghost sees Price parked in a fire lane while he's inside a store buying cigarettes or a coffee and tows his ass, and Price has to walk all the way to the impound lot just steaming mad, where he meets this huge, scarred-up ex-military tow truck driver who isn't the least bit intimidated by him. But Price tries to throw his badge around a little, so Ghost (ornery motherfucker that he is) decides to teach him a lesson personally, and makes it his life's mission to catch Price parked illegally and tow first his squad car, and then later on his personal vehicle. Price tries to catch Ghost doing things he could arrest him for but Simon is the most boring man on the planet, he works, goes home, drinks one beer, sleeps, rinse repeat ad infinitum. So Price arrests Johnny for something bullshit instead (Ghost only has one friend and no family), and Ghost has to go down to the precinct to bail him out. Price starts leaving Gaz in the vehicle to stop Ghost from towing him, but he tows it with Gaz inside as retaliation for the Johnny arrest.
Culminating in them having an altercation when Price finally catches Ghost hooking up his car, and after a few punches are thrown they probably end up on the ground making out sloppy style.
Is this anything? I feel like this is something.
#A bit of a crack fic maybe but tbh I feel like this would be a lot of fun to write so I'm gonna#PricexGhost#I'm in a silly goofy mood today so don't mind me#PricexGhost is a great ship when they've got the whole fight dog/Handler thing going on but I think it has a lot of potential as like#Wile E Coyote vs Roadrunner lmao#Ghost beeping his horn and giving Price a lil wave as he drives off with Price's car
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Controversial opinion but Captain Carter's presence should not have extended past season 1 of What If. While I have enjoyed this version of Peggy, not only does the series not need a main recurring character, it shouldn't be going back to the SAME version of the character again and again. The fun of What If is getting something, or someone, new each episode and the 3 episodes that Captain Carter was the focus of this season could've easily been used to spotlight some other female superheroes.
For example, it should been Captain Marvel who Wanda summoned in 1602 instead. That would've been a really nice moment for her, especially since outside of her movies, all she gets are cameos. Wanda herself could've teamed up with Kahhori in the finale to fight Supreme Strange for a twisted reversal of Multiverse of Madness. The Hydra Stomper episode could've been about Shuri, She-Hulk, Kamala, Yelena, anybody else really. The point is just something different.
Anyways, I'm hoping that they put this version of the character to rest and move on in season 3 because there are plenty of other characters that deserve the screentime.
#i don't hate captain carter or peggy by any means#but overexposure is a thing#especially in a series that deals in infinite possibilities#it feels a little tiresome to be coming back to#the same version of the character over and over#i really don't want another episode of her tbh#I don't mind another version of peggy tho#but again other female characters exist too#what if season 2#what if season 2 spoilers#what if#what if series#peggy carter#captain carter#captain marvel#wanda maximoff#kahhori#mcu#marvel
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Sick of "Robin wouldn't date her best friend's ex". Get ready for "haha Steve i'm fucking your ex"
#robin would actually think it's so funny that she got back at steve after he (unknowingly) ''stole'' tammy from her for years#it's something that only makes sense in her head#ronance#tbh i don't think Robin would even register it as a problem#i imagine her talking about it with Dustin and Lucas (they're all she could find)#and they're like !! no! your friend's ex is off limits!! you can't do that!#and robin is like ?? why not??#''dude think about steve!''#''what about steve?''#''he's your friend!''#''he said it didn't bother him''#''yeah duh he can't say otherwise#that will make him look like the bad guy''#''why would he say he has no problem with it if he did? i can't read his mind you know''#''dude it's obvious''#''i still don't understand what the problem is''#she wonders how come she ended up taking advice from 15yo boys anyway
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It's kind of fascinating to me that towards the end of P&P, Elizabeth has become protective of Darcy and either a) actively tries to insulate him from Situations or b) wishes that she could and gets stressed that she can't.
Darcy deeply loves her and is very ready to do whatever he can to secure her happiness, but narratively, I think the emphasis at the end is very much more on Elizabeth's protectiveness towards him.
It's like:
When Bingley and Darcy first come back to Hertfordshire, Darcy is very quiet and Elizabeth can barely bring herself to say anything—until Mrs Bennet insults Darcy. Then Elizabeth speaks up.
Mrs Bennet enlists Elizabeth to separate Darcy from Bingley with another insult to Darcy. Elizabeth finds this both convenient and enraging.
That day, Elizabeth decides to privately tell Mrs Bennet about her engagement to Darcy, specifically so that Darcy will be spared Mrs Bennet's first unfiltered response.
Elizabeth fiercely defends Darcy's character and love for her, as well as hers for him, to Mr Bennet. She not only says she loves Darcy but that it upsets her to hear Mr Bennet's criticisms of him.
Elizabeth is both relieved by Mrs Bennet's ecstatic reception of the engagement and a bit disappointed by how completely shallow she's being about it, and 100% sure she made the right call in keeping Darcy away.
Elizabeth defends Darcy against Darcy himself, repeatedly.
There's a period where Elizabeth seems to unwind and laugh, but this passes, especially after Charlotte and Mr Collins show up. Darcy manages to stay calm around Mr Collins (I think this is framed as a significant and admirable achievement for him), but Elizabeth does not like him being in a situation where he has to deal with Mr Collins in the first place.
Elizabeth tries to shield Darcy from being noticed by Mrs Phillips and Mrs Bennet, who do seem to make him pretty excruciatingly uncomfortable.
Ultimately, Elizabeth ends up trying to keep Darcy to herself or to shepherd him around to relatives he can handle more easily, and is so stressed at this point that she just wants to get married and escape to Pemberley.
After their marriage, things are actually great at Pemberley and in their married life, despite the occasional complication.
Lydia writes a congratulatory letter to Elizabeth, asking for Darcy to get Wickham a promotion unless Elizabeth would rather not bring it up with him. Elizabeth really does not want Darcy to have to deal with this and handles it by privately setting aside a Lydia fund out of her personal expenses. (IIRC, it's not clear if Darcy even knows about this.)
Elizabeth also is the driving force behind Darcy's reconciliation with Lady Catherine.
This could read as an unsettling, unbalanced dynamic and a very odd ending point for the arc of a woman like Elizabeth, but in the context of the overall novel, it doesn't feel that way. Or maybe I'd see it more that way if I interpreted Darcy (and for that matter, Elizabeth) + their arcs differently? But as it is, I do think that by this point in the story they are genuinely doing the best they can, independently and for each other, and they've both come a long way. They shine in different contexts and support each other as much as they can in the circumstances that do arise.
It seems very them, in terms of their temperament and abilities, that Elizabeth would put all this effort into shielding Darcy, while at the same time, Darcy completely cuts off Lady Catherine for insulting Elizabeth and only ever speaks to her again because Elizabeth wants him to.
#one of the things that really works about darcy/elizabeth for me is how much they're kind of the apotheosis of each other's types#like the people elizabeth is closest to—jane charlotte and mr bennet#are very different people but they're quiet and private and strong-willed and stubborn and intelligent#and darcy is totally the full throttle version of that type#and darcy is obviously drawn to cheerful outgoing lively charisma bombs with minds of their own#(even in his youth this was kind of true w/ pre-villainy wickham)#(then there's fitzwilliam and bingley and elizabeth herself)#and nobody is more peak that type than elizabeth bennet#they're totally each other's types and like. darcy is blatantly ride or die for elizabeth#while end of the book elizabeth is so far from being intimidated or awed by him that she's sweeping in to save him#in a way that i suspect nobody has really attempted for a long time#anghraine babbles#long post#anghraine's meta#elizabeth bennet#fitzwilliam darcy#otp of otps#(obviously this is particularly endearing w/ the autistic!darcy headcanon)#(neither of them could ever know why he's like that and in their society it's probably for the best that they don't know tbh#but they make it work anyway)
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