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WIP Wednesday
Long Ride Home sneak peak
February 23, 2016
The drive felt longer than normal, the sky was dark and dreary, snow falling again and the pain in his knee told him that it was going to be a long night. The morning would be crisp, cold and dull, the sun hiding behind the clouds. If he was honest, Klaus cared little for he had little intention of pulling himself from the bed in the morning.
He stopped thinking about it; about arriving home to see all five of his children peering at him with mournful eyes and desperation at losing their mother. He was an old man but he was still a father and there was nothing more he wanted than to take the pain his children were feeling away. But he was also selfish in a way that he simply couldn’t bear it. He could not look at their pain, masked with his own and be strong.
Klaus was far too tired for that.
Caroline was gone and along with her, was the strength that held him up. Seventy-three years was not enough. He was greedy and wanted more. He went to war, saw the depths of human depravity and she was the only thing that held him together; the moment of sun peeking through the dawn on a summer morning. That is what Caroline was to him. He was the darkness, plagued with nightmares of Chicago and Nazis while she reminded him that the world could be good and beautiful.
Klaus closed his eyes, leaning back against the leather seat but all he could see was Caroline’s cold form beside him in bed. Her hair had gone gray, wrinkles covering her face and sun spots littering her porcelain skin. She had aged but she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Then he realized she had died.
It was peaceful, for that he was thankful. She had gone to sleep and there was no agony or pain. He hated that she was taken for him, hated that he was left in this state of grief and forced to mourn her. Was he expected to live like this? He couldn’t bear the car ride home but to be expected to wake up day after day, living a life without her.
No. He was just too tired.
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is this your card? ♦️♣️♥️♠️
it isnt but you dont wanna hurt his feelings
#this was supposed to be a warmup but i got carried away.... i havent drawn in so long that its been hard to focus orz#im testing a new brush for fun. again.. i think i can use this for clean lineart..?? im surprised i went as long as i did with the#narinder brush honestly... but i wanna try something new so here we are again#if i could get my shit together id love to draw a model of his van because i have smth really cool in mind..i was looking at pictures#of old wooden caravans like the horse drawn ones and i wonder if i could combine that with the shape of an RV#i like the ones with a door at the rear bc it kinda lookslike a train caboose.. maybe he'd get someone to weld him a custom ride!!#idk how intricate and detailed i can design it without making it a pain in the ass to draw every time BUT i have a general idea#it would probably have a door on the side but idk if itd flip down to make a stage or upwards to make a roof?? and then theres a#curtain behind it where he would come out and do his show methinks.. ive been looking at pictures of camping vans on pinterest for ideas#i dont think he LIVES in the van since i mentioned his home is an old run down theatre when he isnt on the road. i wanna draw that too#but the RV should have enough for long travels like a bed and cabinets..? maybe a net hanging on the ceiling where all his props go#id like to think of ideas for a hometown.. toronto has a huge entertainment district so it would make sense for him to live there#although id also love to base parts of it from vancouver since id love to go back and visit </3#..would there be furth names for those places?? nyancouver... clawronto... whinnypeg (like a horse whinny)...#pawson creek.... purrlington... otterwa.. i love coming up with names lol#my art#myart#my oc#oc#sleight#laikas comet oc#fan character#fur#furry art
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the long ride home masterlist
On what is arguably the worst day of his life-- passed over for a producing gig by a band he brought to the label, and a break-up brought about by his longtime girlfriend-- Eddie makes the mistake of answering the phone. Only to learn that his deadbeat shitstain of a dad, Al, has finally kicked it. And it falls to him, as the sole progeny, to retrieve his remains from the southern delegation of the Munson family. So begins an odyssey of surprising proportions and what could very well turn out to be the road trip to ruin. "... And the fact that I'm going home to kill myself really has nothing to do with you, Al."
pairing: modern!e.m. x fem!reader
warnings: NSFW & MDNI - strangers to lovers, angst, death (just Al, offstage), grief, suicidal ideation, drinking, smoking, daddy issues, homecoming, Appalachian setting, found family & blood relations, religious trauma, southern dialect, and vernacular, smut, Elizabethtown inspired, ST canon divergence with references to FOI, eddie is in his early 30s as is reader.
SERIES
I. Permanent Jet-Lag
TBD...
LORE & STUFF
initial idea
moodboard
chuck & cindy jonathan & argyle!
playlist
teaser
snippet from cee's request weekend
TBD...
#tlrh masterlist#the long ride home#fic: tlrh#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson smut#stranger things fic
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anyways save a ship ride a jedi or however the saying goes
#how would you like to#ride home on a real cowbow#i got a six pack of cold ones on ice#and my roomies out all night#so you can scream my name#as long as you need to sugar#anakin skywalker
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Jonathan in my Itakiss AU:
#this has sat in the drafts since august and now I think it’s time to share it with the world#keeping the tags from august cause the facts are still correct#one of the posters of Steve is supposed to be him surrounded by roses#sometimes there will be a panel in shouts where the love interest has some flowers around him#*shoujo (gotta love auto correct am I right?/sarcastic)#since this is a shitpost I tried to make it funny#that’s why you get some cursed looking Steve’s#god I love this au so much (says this while the other aus I have come up with figuratively stare at me#)#I finished drawing this with a horrible headache after a long two hour car ride to meet my younger cousins who live in a different province#it was after I got back home because we were there for the day only#you can tell that I got lazy at some point but it’s a shitpost so I do not care and also it was late at night and I was tired#stranger things#jonathan byers#stonathan#itakiss au#emily shitposts
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"Dream" Hob hums, airy and soft.
The way he says it is so full of wonder and marvel. It's hard to ignore, it's hard to not pay attention. Even if he really shouldn't.
"What is it?" Morpheus asks back, aiming for stern but ending up with something all too soft.
"Nothing really" Hob grins, eyes glinting in that special way of his, full of life and joy. "Can't a man enjoy using the name of his dear friend?"
There's an air about him, like he's teasing, but not quite. "Now that he knows it, that is" he adds coyly, smiling into his beer mug as he drinks.
To this, Morpheus finds he has no good answer, at least not one that wouldn't sound rude where he doesn't want it to be.
So he relents, looking down at Hob's hands, then up through his eyelashes, right at him.
"Of course. You may use my name at any time you'd like, Hob Gadling." he says, lips curling and eyes narrowing, feeling more than a little pleased when Hob's Adam's apple jumps as he swallows too fast, coughing lightly.
"Huh." Hob puts the mug down, absentmindedly touching his ear, looking at Morpheus with eyes that look thoughtful "Of course, Dream." he lowers his tone at the name, looking at him with easy confidence.
The husky undertones set a shiver down Morpheus' spine.
He really shouldn't. However...
Morpheus' gaze flicks to Hob’s lips before returning to his eyes, judging by the gleam in them, Hob had definitely noticed.
Well then. Morpheus thinks, tilting his head as he observes his friend.
They both are smiling at each other, as they often do.
#I'm on a bus ride home after a hell long day#But here is a thing#So enjoy it my fellow dreamers#HobDream#DreamHob#Hob x Dream#Dream x Hob#hob gadling#dream of the endless#lord morpheus#Dreamling#Dreamling fic#The Sandman#The Sandman fic#Morpheus#Hob#Dream#So many tags what a mess hahaha#I got home and edited the ending just a little bit adding a few lines#I NEVER KNOW WHERE'S A GOOD SPOT TO END A /DRABBLE/#buns.w
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FEEL LIKE RIDING! WANT TO JOIN ME?🔥🔥🔥
#chaps#cowboy chaps#leather chaps#blonde babe#long blonde hair#blonde bombshell#blonde temptation#take me for a ride#ride hard or go home#riding breeches
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okay. so. i wrote something! this is the first fanfic i've written that got over a thousand words since 2020 and i decided to post it!! it takes place in this TDI rewrite AU that I've been working on for a couple months now where gwen's on the bass. there's probably going to be a whole season rewrite since that isn't the only change i made for this AU but i sort of got invested in the Trody plot two days ago and went "fuck it i'm writing fanfiction about how smitten Trent is with Cody" and it was born!! feedback of any kind is appreciated!
Besotted with Him
+ a little doodle of a scene at the end of the first chapter :D
#total drama island#total drama#td trody#trody nation rise#trody#total drama trent#total drama cody#they have been on my brain for far too long#sorry for the shit doodle!! i did it on a car ride back home#my art#i guess
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august 3rd, 1963, downey, california, usa
#hi old man. (i can call you that now.....)#just wanted to say that i love you. dearly. and am so fortunate to have you in my life.#on this day last year i said that i couldn't wait to live the dream. i knew that it was fast approaching#16 shows lay before me. 99 days until the first.#and now... a new quiver.... 72..... your heart and soul bare on your sleeve.#what an honor to share that with you. what an honor to feel the love and power that the record has.#it has put into words my greatest hopes and my deepest fears. i hope to be set free from this room of mirrors. acknowledge my inamorata.#to go home......#thank you for sharing your gift. i promise to give my heart and soul when i ride that rail. sing back every word with every ounce i have.#may you be moved by the souls you have moved yourself. long live the faith. long live the craft. long live what it feels to be alive.#i love you.#james hetfield
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Majority of waystones on the server gone
#I don't think its gonna last walking gliding riding the train is gonna have a lot of people fed up Real quick#people who have faraway and or inaccessible bases especially.#phil is absolutely going to riot because Tallulah is Not swimming up the waterfall every damn time they go home#especially on long adventures amd boating around again just to get back safe and alive Hell No
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What fic is Long Ride Home? I don't remember this one.
Its a fic that I haven't updated in well over a year. Basically its an AH AU were Klaus attends his wife's, Caroline's, funeral after being married for over 70 years. He is elderly and he spends the drive home, his grandson and great-granddaughter in the front seat, reflecting on his life with Caroline; basically the story how they met and fell in love, building a life together in the 1940s during WWII and onward.
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there should be an extra tab on tumblr mobile where u just get to take care of a virtual pet like u scroll over and there’s your little guy. u check on him & feed him daily and can even collect clothes to dress him up maybe and also this never costs anything it’s 100% free every part of it (would know tumblr would ignore this last part HARD but a boy can dream)
#sorry for being so talkative i’m on a 3 hr roadtrip home from my wife’s mom’s house#we spent thanksgiving with her family n stuff#i don’t mind the long car ride tbh tho !! (passenger princess privilege)#🐱
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Happy 2024 everyone (& happy birthday to me)! Here's something I'm churning out sometime this year...
warnings: NSFW & MDNI - death, grief, suicidal ideation, drinking, smoking, daddy issues, Elizabethtown inspired, ST canon divergence with references to FOI, eddie is in his early 30s as is reader.
"Yello," He answers the phone, wedging it between his shoulder and jaw while tilting his head to focus on the task at hand. He deftly lines the scattered pills on the counter into some semblance of order and eyes the amber bottle of Buffalo Trace.
"Ed, it's Wayne," his uncle's gravelly voice sounds down the line. "Darlin', I got some, uh, news."
Eddie nods knowingly-- of course, it's gonna be bad news, is there any other kind? and taps the last pill into formation before turning to get a mug from the cabinet. "Could you call me tomorrow?"
"No."
Eddie grimaces and generously pours some of Kentucky's finest into the Garfield mug. He tries his best to sound pleasant, "Could you call me a little later?"
"No, honey." There's a slight hitch in Wayne's voice that would on any other day give Eddie pause.
Instead, he regards the pills in a row on the counter and the mug of whiskey. It beckons with the promise of oblivion.
Luckily, Eddie is not too proud to beg. "Can you give me ten minutes, Pops?"
"Al died," Wayne exhales, voice strained.
Despite himself, Eddie feels his limbs sink against the cool counter. As if the news is a physical blow, never mind that he hasn't seen his shitkicker of a father in years.
"He had a heart attack, darlin'. He was visitin' Mamaw back in Kentucky and she's in total shock."
Eddie can picture Wayne pinching between his eyes as if he could alleviate the tension building in his skull. Tired from working a double at the plant, leaning against the wall as he speaks into the phone.
"I've put in for time off from the plant, but y'know how they are. And I hate to do this to ya, but someone's gotta handle this."
With a sigh, Eddie's eyes close. His back hunches as he splays against the counter. As if this day could get any worse. He's now staring down the barrel of a ghastly, unfathomably awful day-- truly, one for the books.
And as he listens to Wayne's shaky voice, Eddie glances out the window paralyzed with the realization that he's now an orphan. Somehow, it's worse than the hurt from when Al abandoned him all those years ago. Second only to the pain he eventually numbed from his mama's passing. He blinks to clear the tears that gathered without his permission and takes a steadying breath, shoving the pills to the side.
For now.
"Okay Pops, what's the plan here?"
#not me hating this banner tho#the long ride home#fic: tlrh#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson smut#stranger things fic
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Day five hundred sixty three 563 Cofagrigus
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What is it with straight people being obsessed with the “in love with my straight best friend” trope? I mean, I’m sure it’s happened to a few gay people - but why is it so discussed in mainstream media? Why do straight people consider it the pinnacle of queer experiences?
When I was in middle/high school, every single gay friend I had along with myself had the world’s most homoerotic relationship with a “straight” friend. Where’s THAT in mainstream media?
#straight people can only DREAM of that tension and longing 😭#the gentle brushes of the hand during class … pressing ur thigh against them on the bus ride home …#the quickly exchanged glances in the locker room … and don’t even get me STARTED on the sleepovers#on the bed sharing and the couch cuddling and the jerking away from each other when a parent walks in#the pool days finding every excuse to touch each other without your other friends noticing#we even dated the same boy trying to chase the feeling of each other 😭#this narrative deserves to be told!#stranger things#byler#steddie#ronance#gay ships#queer pining#there’s rlly no better flavor
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screencaps from the second playthrough! a few things i missed or forgot to share from the first one, with some more minor additions under the cut. my personal fav here is THE SCREAM poster with our new host's name just taped over the old one's lmao i love that little detail, sorry kurt and thankyou clive we love you.
obligatory oogling at peggy and her lovely lovely silhouette, the model looks so good. i also appreciate, again, reggie's office decor?? it looks like the drawing of a rocket ship you can find maybe twice around the station might be from his son lol. or. maybe it's his.
and the cassette! another great find from clive. maybe he closed in on who could've been offing all the people he found out about. what a sweet touch from the game, too.
some extra liquid that i thought had some interesting little blurbs. the cleaner is so…so fuckin… fuckin gallows creek man… who owns bimbam bc fellas we got another request for the next whistling men
#killer frequency#speaking of Long ride home there's a bit of peggy hating on the song and forrest could straightup respond “Correct” @ her throwing it out#i like the vibe of trashtalking something together.#i LOVE collecting things and putting them on my wittle coffee table. also continuing the trend of leaving A Head on the DJ desk for later#it makes the end scene look and feel so Full Circley. and i get another buddy to come in and look at it all. He Even Steps On It.#other notes is this game is dim af but it works? the artistic lighting throughout is genuinely beautiful.#that aesthetic of light penetrating the shape of blinds? and making shapes by its shadows etc.. they nailed it#also discovered that forrest can Stand On Things!! i think he's already fairly tall? like comparing him to doorframes.#and now he can be even taller!!#p.s. headcanoning that forrest eventually drags an actual chair jeanie can use instead of the crate she has bc WE HAVE SO MANY CHAIRS…#i'll share more stuff later! like day by day -ish and mostly little bits i like
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