#the dramaaaaaaa
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Thinking about Enemies With Benefits Eddie and Reader who just do it all their lives. That’s it.
Enemies who fuck on the regular, and get stuck with each other after accidentally getting knocked up (bonus points, young parents above 18 y/o). Enemies who fuck and also co-parent. Enemies who fuck and co-parent, who also date other people but it NEVER EVER works out from sabotage to just matters of life. Enemies who fuck and also co-parent and move to live nearby each other (for the sake of the kids—turns into more than one eventually). Enemies who fuck and also co-parent, but Eddie has made it as a rockstar and still he pays more attention to his enemy and mother of his kids, than any singer, model or groupie. Enemies who fuck, co-parent, live near each other and Reader makes it as an actress (former drama kid, hence why she’s got no problem butting heads and holding her own against Eddie) but pays more attention to her enemy and the father of her kids, than she does other actors, directors and entrepreneurs.
And they just stay messy to the grave, but they share joint plots so they can be together (and argue) forever because death never got the chance to part them due to the lack of rings.
It’d be so messy and toxic and somehow becomes heavily romanticized by the public (a la Brando and Moreno, Annie Oakley and Frank Butler ‘Annie Get Your Gun’) because they’re enemies with benefits who genuinely are in love with each other, have been all these years, and hate it so much they fight it all their lives.
idk, i think it’s neat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#the dramaaaaaaa#Eddie munson#Eddie munson x reader#Eddie munson x reader angst#dad!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie x actress!reader#enemies with benefits
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had a vision of gerard golightly and felt a duty to make a super shitty picsart fuckin. rough draft idk. can u imagine.
#this took like 5 min and i cackled the whole way through ITS SOOOO STUPID LOOKING#the dramaaaaaaa#mcr#my chemical romance#gerard way#i believe original photo is from moon atomic?
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roier: it's not you right?
cellbit: nope *FUCKING KILLS ROIER*
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UGH THIS SCENE MAY HAVE BEEN FAKE BUT DAMMITTTTTTT
#mcd s1 ep 90#mcd#laurmau#garroth ro'meave#laurence zvhal#also the WAY jeffery died in the next scene#the dramaaaaaaa
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Greatest “literary” characters? “Enjoy seeing what you can find”?
Oh yeah, my money is on Henry finally getting pissed enough at the show writers.
This is the most polite “good luck, it’s your problem now” ever though!
#witcher recasting#the dramaaaaaaa#but he’s been pretty open about not liking the show direction and has always stated he would stay only so long as they honored the books#so i can’t say I am incredibly surprised
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Daily Writing Adventures: My characters are going THROUGH it, because neither one of them has the guts to say something to the other and are instead are suffering the agonies of the
✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:* deeply afflicted *:ﾟ･✧*:ﾟ･✧
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DUSK!!!! DUSK YOU SNEAKY SLU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD.
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even toys that are living gods get boring to play with after a while :/
#the owl house#toh#the collector#king clawthorne#my art#i need to see their season 3 dynamic so badly#it's so interesting to me#the DRAMAAAAAAA#two little guys who both happen to have god powers <3#in case you can't tell he's on the floor of the owl house in this#that's a blanket </3
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh im mentally ill about them
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"What does it mean to carry on a legacy? Is it simply taking pride in following the steps of those before you? Are you living up to the history, or surpassing it?"
"Against those with no emotion, blasphemous beings with nothing at their core, those with something to fight for, something in their hearts, should always be able to triumph...they should always be able to...they should..."
"I had plenty to fight for. My allies, my own pride, but most importantly to prove myself to those who trained me, who made me who I am today. My father who first taught me how to hunt and fight, my comrades who train and push me forward, but most of all the man who gifted me this blade and his teachings. His own legacy, crystalized. Out of everyone on this star, he chose me, he gave me the final push I needed to follow my heart."
"And I failed. When the others gave the order to retreat and regroup I stayed. Even as I could feel my body becoming bloodied and bruised my heart refused. To turn back now would be to turn my back on all those whose legacy I follow. And now, part of that legacy is shattered. Broken. Defeated."
"Was I truly...the right choice?"
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Everyone is so messy and dramatic in 'court of fey and flowers' i am LIVING for this interpersonal nonsense 🤣
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also wait, Fourth Wing has a sequel out already?? I thought that book literally just came out a couple months ago
HANG ON, I GOOGLED AND IT CAME OUT IN APRIL. HOW TF DID A SEQUEL COME OUT SO FAST AND IS IT ABSOLUTELY TRASH?!?!
#is this a case where the author already had the whole series written and the publisher rushed it through to capitalize on popularity?#or did they make this poor author write a sequel in a handful of weeks?#or is this a self-edited scenario where the author is just going 'fuck it. we ball.' and im going to see juicy bad reviews come up#i want the dramaaaaaaa ive been so out of touch this year bc I don't have tiktok and also have only been reading my backlog#thinking about reading
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All right, upstairs to see Isobel!
Rakha isn't really sure what to expect here. Jaheira described Isobel as a Selunite - which means she is in direct opposition to Shadowheart's religion. Rakha, for her own part, knows nothing about either faith beyond the corrupted temple and shattered fortress she has already passed through, and neither brought her personally much comfort.
The woman in question is out on the balcony - and Rakha's whole mind seems to split apart at what she sees there.
At first she is conscious only of the light. Rakha stares, her jaw dropping open slightly; a soft 'oh' escapes her, almost inaudible.
It's beautiful.
This is not arcane magic like Rakha's own, but divine - like Shadowheart's in some ways, although Shadowheart has never made anything glow so brightly. This is the nexus focus of the force protecting the inn - a silvery energy that shimmers like a bubble of mercury atop the surface of the Weave. Rakha can feel the strain where it butts up against the curse of the darkness outside, pushes it back - a thousand little skirmishes between dark and light. And all of the power centers within the body and mind of the woman on the balcony.
Her eyes are glowing with that pale light. Around her stand several mirrors, all reflecting and amplifying the energy. A bowl of milk, almost silvery itself in the moonlight, sits on the table before her surrounded by candles. She gathers together some of that moonlight magic, maneuvering it between her fingers with expert precision. Beneath the movements, Rakha can see how she is drawing together the Weave itself, folding it over and over into a tight ball of magical energy, which she then flings outward towards the shield around them. The protective field shudders with the impact of the ball of light, then stabilizes, steadier than before.
Rakha stares, hungry and eager, at that rippling pale glow. Her own magic feels calmer and quieter within her where that light touches her.
But there is no true peace for her - not while the beast lives in her mind.
It is awake with startling suddenness, growling low and full of rage. Whatever pleasure the glowing magic brings Rakha, it elicits equal fury in the beast. Kill her. Snuff out the light. Shatter the mirrors. Kill her. KILL HER! She is the fulcrum. Kill her and they will all die screaming...
Rakha does not want to kill her. Rakha does not want the light snuffed out. But for a moment, the beast has utter control, and she sees with devastating clarity an image of the Selunite's head knocked from her body, a clean snap of the spine and tearing of flesh, and blood pouring into the bowl of milk, staining it red...
"I didn't realize I had an audience." Isobel has turned to look at her.
Rakha sucks in a sharp breath, squeezes her eyes closed. She can feel the beast straining to take control of her muscles as it did when it killed the squirrel back at the grove. As it did when Alfira died and she woke with the bard's blood on her hands.
Kill her.
No.
KILL HER.
No.
Isobel pushes past Rakha and between her other companions, back into the bedroom behind them. "The True Soul who's going to save us all," she goes on as she moves, unaware of the hideous battle being waged within Rakha's mind. "I'm Isobel. Pleased to meet you."
Rakha's movements are stiff, unsteady, as she turns and follows the other woman inside. Slowly she manages to open her eyes and rasp out a ragged answer. "Word gets around fast," she mutters.
"Small inn," Isobel answers with a flash of humor.
She peers at Rakha appraisingly for a moment before going on. "We've been waiting, hoping against hope, for someone like you. Free from the Absolute's influence yet able to walk among cultists. It's almost too good to be true." Again the slight flicker of a smile. "But I'd be a poor cleric indeed not to avail myself of a blessing when I see one."
She tilts her head questioningly. "Let me guess. Jaheira's sent you to beg a protection spell off her favorite cleric."
Before Rakha can respond, there's another burst of that silver magic. The light flares around Isobel's hands, then bursts forward to engulf Rakha and her companions.
Rakha lets out a soft groan - half pleasure, half pain. The pleasure is for herself; the close touch of the magic is soothing and cool, melding with her own power and the Weave around her in a gentle communing wave. The pain is for the beast, which howls in her head at the contact, trying fruitlessly to push it back and away, to leave her in the razor-sharp darkness.
Narrator: The blessing falls uneasily over your tainted body. You can't help but dream: to kill her would destroy all of Last Light. You yearn for it so deeply...
She has not felt the beast so hungry in many weeks. Not since Alfira. Is it something about Isobel herself that it wants dead so badly? Or is it simply the fact that Isobel's death would mean so many others would also die?
Whatever it is, she finds herself trembling with the effort not to lash out. Attack with purpose. With purpose... There is no purpose here. Please... please...
Kill her... growls the beast, implacable as steel.
She can hear a soft hiss behind her as Shadowheart's wound flares - Shar's punishment for their use of Selunite magic.
"Perfect," Isobel says. "It'll make you immune to the lesser effects of the Shadow Curse, which will get you closer to the Towers. But there are places it won't help - places where the curse is darker. Stronger. The cultists are able to traverse even the deepest shadows, though. I don't know how - the Harpers are trying to figure it out."
(A/N: Whoops, I forgot we haven't gotten the moonlantern from Kar'niss bc we came in through the Underdark. We'll have to be sure to go do that.)
"Selunite magic," Shadowheart mutters bitterly. "Dark Lady forgive me."
"Good nose," Isobel answers coolly. "Like a nasty little terrier."
She doesn't know it, but that sentence comes very close to getting her killed. Rakha is struggling desperately with the beast in her head - and Isobel's rudeness towards Rakha's own companion almost tips the balance. The beast seizes on the flash of frustration the comment elicits, sinks its teeth in, and howls.
KILL HER!
"Thank you," Rakha rasps out. She needs to get out of this room before the beast manages to get hold of her blade. "Now I must... take my leave..."
Isobel looks at her for a moment, clearly trying to divine why she sounds so strained. Then she nods. "Good luck. And may the Moonmaiden protect you. While you're busy in the Towers, I'll be sure to-- wait. Do you hear that?"
A heavy thump, somewhere above them. A rushing sound of wind beneath the beating of wings. A flash, bone-deep, through Rakha's body, the sense of the dark corruption pushing through the moonlight shield.
Isobel's expression draws tight with sudden fear. "Something is wrong..."
#bjk plays bg3 durge#rakha the dark urge#DURGE DRAMAAAAAAA#yeah i had to rewrite this whole post bc i got down to the bottom and the narrator was like#btw you want this woman dead as a hammer#'oh okay' says i#'that changes things'
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Stranger Things Social Media AU - But I Knew You - (Ronance & Stonathan) - Chapter 20
Masterlist
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Jonathan’s POV
Steve’s Instagram Post
Jonathan’s POV
“How was your break?” Steve asked and Jonathan was surprised that he brought it up because he had a good guess that Steve’s was pretty shitty.
“Good.” Jonathan replied taking a sip of his beer.
“Just good?” Steve asked with a scowl.
“No, it was great.” He replied this time with a small smile and Steve nodded and smiled in return. “Mom didn’t burn the turkey, Hopper struggled cutting it so we all lost it. Will and El were too excited to hear about New York.” He continued giving a recap of his weekend.
“Did I get a mention in your New York stories?” Steve asked with a smirk, then took a sip of his own beer.
“Yeah, I was sure to tell them about how they were right about you changing.” Jonathan replied, a smaller, a more shy smirk on his face.
Steve’s face lit up, a bright grin formed on his face. Jonathan knew that expression so well. It was Steve’s sincere smile that Jonathan had seen a lot these days. Steve’s fake smiles seemed to be long gone.
“Your siblings are really smart.” Steve said a few seconds later.
Jonathan liked that Steve, and his friends, referred to El as his sibling too. She had truly became her sister at their time in California. Jonathan tried not to separate her from Will and she made that easy.
“How was your break?” Jonathan asked, hesitantly, and saw Steve’s smile fade in real time.
“I survived.” Steve replied with a quiet chuckle and a tiny shrug.
“Steve-“ Jonathan started softly, barely keeping himself from reaching and grabbing his hand.
“You don’t-I’m fine. I’m even going to start at the company on the winter break.” He said cutting off Jonathan and his voice was anything but excited.
“And you want that?” Jonathan questioned, remembering the time Steve told him he wanted to do anything but work for his father.
“No, but it’s not like I can do anything else.” Steve replied again with a tiny shrug.
Jonathan knew shrugging was Steve’s way of trying to play things off like he didn’t care about them when in fact he cared a lot. He did that a lot, a little less than his nervous tick of running a hand through his hair or putting his hands on his hips when he was ordering the kids around.
Before Jonathan could attempt to comfort him, saying that he could be and do anything he wanted to, Steve spoke up again.
“Anyway, forget my parents.” Steve said waving his hand off in the air. “Sunday night I had the best dinner at the Hendersons. I don’t know about your mom but Claudia Henderson is the best in kitchen.” He added so happily, similar to how Jonathan talked about his break with his family.
“I remember Will raving about her peanut butter cookies.” Jonathan replied with a smile.
“She only makes them for me now.” Steve shot back with a big grin and a wink.
Sometimes Jonathan wished he was there to watch Steve’s turning point. It would sure be interesting to see him get close with Dustin and his mom - so close that he was invited to dinners, was having special cookies made for him, was taking his laundry there instead of his own house. That was Steve’s first experience with a real family Jonathan knew, and it made Jonathan wonder if he was taking his family for granted sometimes. Lonnie was the worst, he made their lives a nightmare but at least he had his mom and Will.
Jonathan hated Steve’s parents almost as much as he hated Lonnie. As far as he knew Steve’s dad never hit him but his insults were nothing short of Lonnie. They always made Steve feel shitty about himself and Jonathan’s words at 16 weren’t enough to balance his dad’s sometimes. So, Steve felt shitty about himself for a long time. Steve seemed to think like that less now but, that thought was still there and Jonathan could see it. One of these days he was going to fully convince Steve otherwise.
“Forget your parents. Screw them, then.” Jonathan said with a growing grin and raised his beer bottle for Steve to clink.
After a second of surprise, Steve blinked and happily clinked their bottles together.
Robin’s POV
Nancy’s POV
Nancy really didn’t want to be at an open mic tonight but she had been sulking in her room for the past few days and she knew it wasn’t helping. So, when her new found-friends from one of her classes texted her to invite her along, after a couple of minutes of thinking, she agreed to come. She was taking time like Max suggested which meant she was avoiding Robin so that she could think clearly. And, this meant that he was spending most of her time alone because she decided to not see Steve and Jonathan too in case they would be with Robin.
In short, she really needed to take her mind off of Robin.
The open mic wasn’t too enjoyable. Some people sang but they weren’t as good as Robin. One person did a stand up and it was actually funny and even got some laughs out of Nancy in her situation right now. As she was getting up to get another drink from the bar, holding the fake ID Robin got her firmly in her hand, her eye caught Robin and another girl sitting on one of the tables. They were singing along to the song being sang by the girl on stage. Their chairs were so close together, Robin’s arm was slinging from the girl’s shoulder and Robin laughed so brightly in between following the lyrics.
Something burned inside Nancy. She felt her throat tighten and she felt nauseated. Her hand holding the fake ID tightened even more over it and for a second she thought she was going to break the ID into two. To her luck, the girl next to Robin got up and walked towards the bathrooms. So, Nancy took in a deep breath and fixed her hair. As she was walking towards their table, as casually as she can, she knew it wasn’t a smart move. Her feelings clouded her judgement sometimes like how she had her first time with Jonathan at his mother’s friend’s house. Regular Nancy would never do something like that, regular Nancy would never try to set up a scene where she was acting like she didn’t spot Robin with another girl.
Just like she guessed, as she was walking right in front of their table, Robin called to her.
“Nancy!” Robin said with such a big smile that Nancy’s heart broke because she couldn’t act this happy to see Robin.
“Hi.” Nancy replied flatly, like she didn’t care, like she wasn’t burning with jealousy.
“What are you doing here?” Robin asked, still so happy.
“Some of my friends invited me.” Nancy replied, in a really contrasting tone.
“Steve and Jonathan?” Robin asked this time a little shocked, her eyebrows furrowed.
“No, I have other friends too.” Nancy snapped, and immediately regretted it when Robin didn’t look as happy as before.
Even when she wasn’t meaning to Nancy was hurting Robin. How was she supposed to be with her and make her happy?
“Like you do.” Nancy added quietly but Robin still managed to catch her words.
“Yeah, I came with Vickie.” Robin replied with some of her cheerfulness returning to her voice and Nancy hated that it came with the mention of that girl’s name.
That girl. God, when did Nancy became such a sore person? She knew nothing about the girl, about her relation to Robin and she was literally losing it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy saw the girl making her way back to the table and decided that it was for the best to avoid a fall out.
“I should go.” She said and disappeared between the tables.
She walked around the whole place and made her way back to the bar. Then, she flashed her ID and scored herself three tequila shots and sent them down her throat. She was a mess.
Nancy’s POV
#stranger things#steve harrington#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#stonathan#ronance#steve x jonathan#robin x nancy#butiknewyou#dramaaaaaaa
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the girls are fightingggg (head coach and assistant coach at the gym i work at)
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