𝐉𝐈𝐌  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑   :    𝐀  𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟔-𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐.              ↳           ft.    his  parents,   his  high  school  years  &  career,   his  military  career,   &   his  relationship   with  diane. triggers:    mentions  of   addiction,   alcoholism,   war,   ptsd,   cancer,   &   child  death. 

JAMES   &   CINDY   HOPPER: james  and  cindy  hopper  (   formerly  williams   )    met   in   hawkins,  indiana  where  both  were  born  and  raised.  shortly  before   james  would  be  whisked  off  to  fight  in  wwii   just  like  his  father  had  been  before  him,   the  couple  married   and  in  1942  ,   three  years  before  the  end  of  this  war,   they  welcomed  their  first  &  only  child  :     JAMES   ‘   JIM   ’   HOPPER  III.      his  father  was  exactly  how  you’d  expect  a  military  man  of  this  time  to  be,   his  mother  stayed  at  home  for  it  was  much  more  important  for  her  to  keep  the  house  and  their  son  in  order.     jim’s  relationship  with  his  parents  was  mostly  .   .   .   neutral.   he  had  a  harder  time  with  his  father  than  his  mother    ━     perhaps  we’re  all  just  hardwired  to  reject  our  fathers  or  perhaps  they  just  truly  never  saw  eye  to  eye  especially  on   what  jim’s  future  would  and  wouldn’t  hold.    the  hoppers  were  an  upper  middle  class,   white  picket   fence,   american  dream  sort  of  family.    it  used  to  be  something  jim  looked  up  to  ,   it  was  something  he  wanted  and  dreamed  about    ...    it  later  becomes  something  he  resents.    maybe  he  still  wanted  the  family,   but  the  idea  of  being  a  carbon  copy  of  his  father  scared  the  shit  out  of  him.    JIM  WAS  A  GOOD  KID.   he  got  in  normal  kid  trouble  and  scuffles  with  the  other  boys  in  the  neighborhood,   he  let  his  father  persuade  him  into  sports  and  he  helped  his  mother  around  the  house  and  overall  he  was  just  ...  good.    it  wouldn’t  be  until  later  that  his  parents  would  label  him  as  anything  else.  

HAWKINS  HIGH   (   1956  -  1960  ): jim  hopper  ,   better  known  simply  as  hop  or  hopper  ,  was  never  on  the  outskirts  of   hawkins  high.   he  knew  everybody  and  everybody  knew  him.     hopper  was  your  jock,   your  popular  kid,   your   ‘  king  ’   of  the  school     ━     far  from  your  stereotypical  one  though.       with  a   c  average   and   a  heart  too  big  for  its  body  ..   jim  hopper  could  honestly  say  he  was  friends  with  almost  everyone.     he  had  his  favorites  of  course,   you  never  saw  him  without   benny  hammond   or   joyce  byers  horowitz   by  his  side.     honestly  he  couldn’t  tell  you  where  either  of  those  friendships  truly  began,  well,  benny  maybe.  they’d  grown  up  not  far  from  each  other  forced  together  in  the  ways  that  boys  were  told  to  go  outside  and  get  dirty  in  the  same  way  girls  were  kept  inside  and  taught  how  to  stay  prim  and  proper.     JIM’S  HIGH  SCHOOL  DAYS  CONSISTED   OF   football  games  and  stealing  kisses  from  cheerleaders  under  the  bleachers  and  ditching  class  to  smoke  cigarettes  with  a  certain  brunette  who  everyone  reminded  him  was  nothing  but  trouble.   they  just  didn’t  know  her  like  he  did.       people  would  say  it’s  so  he  could  keep  his  grades  up  or  his  reputation  clear  ,   it  was  true  that  if  he  hadn’t  had  someone  to  stay  on  his  ass  about  classwork  and  homework   ━    he  might  not  have  graduated  at  all.   he  was  smart  but  he  didn’t  apply  himself  all  the  way  unless  it  was  for  football.     he’d  drag  joy  out  to  social  events  and  she’d  drag  him  to  the  library, but  it  was  never  for  show,  he  truly  enjoyed  her  company  even  though  they  couldn’t   have  been  more  different. as  for  the  social  aspect  of  high  school,   he  needed  no  help  with  that,   much  like   he  would  in  the  future  jim  left  a  string  of  broken  hearts  behind  him    ━    never  really  keeping  a  girl  around  long  enough  for  them  to  be  considered  going  steady.    chrissy  carpenter  and  he  had  a  weird  on  and  off,  back  and  forth,  that  carried  him  through  his  four  years.     nothing  ever  happened  with  the  girl  glued  to  his  side,  besides  maybe  a   couple  of  drunken   fool  arounds   &   a  game  of  spin  the  bottle  at  the  future  mrs.  ted  wheeler’s  house.    it  would  be  too  late  before  he  realized  why  his  relationships  never  went  much  further  than  his  dad’s  (   and  later  his  own  )  car  and  he  would  watch  that  reason  waltz  into  the  senior  prom  on  the  arm  of  someone  else.      he  and  joy  didn’t  talk  much  after  that.   

VIETNAM    (   1960 - 1965  ): following  graduation,  jim  knew  there  was  one  thing  his  father  wanted  out  of  him  that  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  avoid:   military  service  and  in  an  attempt  to  halfway  rebuild  a  relationship  he’d  let  crash  and  burn  during  his  teen  years,   he  takes  it  upon  himself  to volunteer  rather  than  wait  for  the  draft  that  would  inevitably  come.     just  like  his  father  and  grandfather  before  him,   jim  set  off  for  the  army  where  he  would  be  shipped  off  to  vietnam  and  begin  work  within  the  chemical  corp.  (  involved  in  operation  ranch hand  primarily  )     it  turned  out  to  be  a  lot  harder  on  him  than  he  imagined    ━   he  longed  for  the  hometown  he  claimed  to  hate  and  the  girl  who  he’d  left  without  so   much  as  a  goodbye   (   he  was  a  nice  guy  but  he  was  still  a  guy  )    he  kept  tabs  on  this  town  and  those  people  through  communications  with  his  mother.    he  never  really  talks  about  what  went  on   when  he  served,   he’d  rather  not  think  about  it  when  he  can  help  it  but  there  was  no  denying  that  jim  hopper  came  back  to  indiana  a  different  person.    a  boy  once  warm,  happy,   &  friendly  now  a  man  who  was  cold,  distant,   &   kept  to  himself.  

THE  RISE  &  FALL  OF  JIM  AND  DIANE  HOPPER  (   1965 - 1979  ): hopper  returned  home  to  hawkins  in  1965  following  his  stint  in  vietnam  and  upon  this  return,  he  meets  diane  summer.     new  in  town  because  he  would’ve  remembered  seeing  someone  like  her  around  before  he  left  .  .   .   he   began  to  let  her  melt  some  of  the  ice  that  had  settled  in  his  chest.   he  was  still  tied  to  the  military  for  a  little  while  longer  which  he  thinks  played  into  how  fast,  hot,   and  heavy  his  relationship  with  diane  was.    all  he  knew  is  eventually  he  wanted  to  get  out  of  hawkins  for  good  and  he  wanted  her  by  his  side.    in  1971,   the  couple  welcomed  a  daughter  who  gave  the  perfect  reason  for  the  family  to  make  their  move  to  new  york  shortly  after  the  two  wed  in  1972.    for  the  next  six  years,  jim  hopper  could  say  he  was  truly  happy.    he  had  his  wife,  his  daughter,   and  a  good  job  in  a  city  he’d  grown  to  love    ...   what  else  did  he  need  ?    as  if  on  cue  ,   in  1978  ,  the  picture  perfect  family  image  began  to  crumble  when  sara  fell  ill.       everything  jim  had  pushed  away  about  his  time  in  the  army  began  to  bubble  back  up  ,   every  fear  he’d  told  diane  about  following  finding  about  sara’s  conception,   every  bad  dream  returning  tenfold   and  sometimes  he  can  hear  sara’s  voice  calling  out  to  him.    they  say  if  a  marriage  can  survive  a  child’s  death  it  can  survive  anything  .   .  .   he  wasn’t  surprised  when  he  and  diane  didn’t  make  it  a  year  after  she  was  gone.      no  matter  how  times  she’d  said  it  wasn’t  his  fault  over  the  days  that  followed,   he  didn’t  believe  it.  how  could  it  not  be  ?   he  knew  what  he  had  done  in  vietnam  and  he  knew  the  risks  attached  to  what  they  were  doing  now  and  no  amount  of  chemotherapy  had  been  able  to  help  ..   towards  the  end  of  his  marriage  is  when  jim  started  using  valium  &  whiskey  to  keep  the  bad  thoughts  and  feelings  away     ━     some  nights  that’s  the  only  thing  that  would  help  him  sleep  it  wasn’t  long  until  his  nighttime  ritual  became  an  all  day  one.   

THE  PRODIGAL  SON  RETURNS  HOME   (  1979 - 1982  ): after  being  excused  from  the  nypd  and  his  marriage  now  officially  over,  new  york  had  nothing  left  to  offer  jim  hopper  and  he  went  back  to  the  one  place  he  knew  would  take  him:  hawkins,  indiana.  maybe  if  he  hadn’t  fought  so  hard  to  get  out  of  there  he  wouldn’t  be  back  there  now  but  who  else  would  take  in  a  childless  father  who  drank  liquor  like  water  and  popped  pills  like  candy  ?   long  gone  was  the  james  hopper  hawkins  knew  .   .   .   no  this  was  a  different  jim  hopper,   a   colder  one,   a  more  of  an  asshole  one,   one  who  ran  through  women  like  he  ran  through  packs  of  camels.   he  didn’t  think  he’d  ever  see  the  jim  hopper  he  used  to  be  again.

that  is  until  november  1983  when  he  rounded  the  corner  to  his  office  and  found  her  sitting  there.

oh BTW here's my teeny tiny list of my favourite pigeon species

White breasted ground dove

Nicobar pigeon

Cinnamon headed green pigeon

Yellow footed green pigeon

Pheasant pigeon

Yellow breasted fruit dove

Many coloured fruit dove

Crowned pigeon

District 12 being one of the poorest, underfed Districts showing how ripe a revolution really was and they were also coal miners and associated the most with music and singing and mockingjays and songbirds they were literally the canary in a coal mine

Max and Daniel for Sunrise | 21 March 2024

Metadede Week day 1 - Sworn Partners! (free day)

(+ bonus redraw of this)

Redraw of the cape post, because that entire concept deserved better than the illustration I gave it.

"so you think that a society that functions around a child military instead of the entire city of literal adults might be indicative that their attitudes and ideals are a bit off ? and that by moving to New Rome Percy is not actually escaping his life as a demigod but instead is just giving himself a whole new set of problems to deal with? "

@ginnyweatherby Just for you bestie💖

The Mockingjay - Sketches

Primarily after-Mockingjay. A snippet of getting better and growing back together.

...i tried my best 😂😂🙈🙈

additional thing for @shepscapades hc character design week 2 prompt, quotes from first 10 minutes of the etho vs b-team trial, some pixel patches are from phoenix wright and ema skye + pixel patterns from apollo justice and lotta hart (what this means is a mystery to everyone but it makes sense to me "xD)

im really proud of the beef one btw

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Watercolors + Pencils. Shop. Patreon.

my best friend is also my platonic soulmate, and the moment I discerned that a soulmate ain't a concept made just for romantic couple , when I accepted that forcing myself to fall in love wasn't the only option I had to express this immense love , then finally , I felt comfortable to physical and emotional connection

I think we should just bring back Wungo Wednesday and start a fandom collective anime rewatch

the reason people get mad and upset over aang not killing ozai is because they can’t or are unwilling to understand what it really meant for him to be the last airbender

a lot of people don’t truly acknowledge what aang went through when they talk about him. it was a genocide. an ethnic cleansing. a GENOCIDE. and i think that’s because so many people are just incapable or unwilling to wrap their heads around how tragic and isolating and unchangeable something like that is.

i’ve seen countless people say they wish aang had found other airbenders hiding away somewhere. and while i totally get wanting that to happen for the happiness of the character (hell, even i have thought about how heart wrenching that utter relief would feel for him), i’ve also seen those takes associated with people saying they just find it hard to believe that none of the airbenders survived. that none of them were able to escape.

and that’s the thing that annoys me because genocide is a real fucking thing that has happened and IS currently happening in the world (just look at palestine, congo, sudan). it shouldn’t be so hard for people to suspend their belief into thinking it could happen in a fictional piece of media. this disbelief that a genocide can be real results in people being unable to fully sympathize with a character who is stated several times to be the definite, unchangeable sole survivor of his people’s genocide. and i’m not saying it’s wrong to want there to be airbenders who lived, but in canon it’s clear that none of them did. and the ones who did canonically escape were hunted and lured by the fire nation to their demise. and if we’re going to discuss characters and the intents behind their actions, aang’s character development is heavily, heavily heavily guided by his guilt and grief over his lost culture and people. but a lot of people still can’t wrap their heads around the canonical genocide he survived, meaning they can’t fully comprehend why aang would choose peace over a violent end. and considering atla is a western show with a largely western audience, its even more evident that this gap in people’s ability to understand and sympathize with aang is emphasized by their western intrigue toward violence. people don’t just misunderstand aang’s dilemma—they wanted him to kill ozai because seeing him do that would have been cool and interesting and satisfying.

but aang’s decision to spare ozai’s life was made due to his status as the last airbender. prior to meeting the lion turtle, i think it’s safe to say that he had resigned to what he had to do. that is to say, he was likely going to kill ozai despite the pain that was going to cause him. he was going to give up a part of himself, his humanity and the last remainings of his culture, to be the avatar the world needed. but he was then gifted the ability to energy bend, offering him, but not cementing, another option. aang still had the choice, and we saw in the fight that aang was so very close to killing ozai even with this new ability. but he couldn’t. because although killing ozai would have been a pretty justifiable thing to do, it would have fully finished off the air nomads. aang was the only living human who held onto their beliefs. if he were to push those values aside to end the war, the war would have ended the same way it started: with the death of the air nomads. and it may sound “cheesy” or overly dramatic or whatever to some people, but aang’s entire story arc has, arguably, been him trying to fit in a world that seemingly has no more room for the air nomads. not only is he 100 years in the future, but this future has none of his people around and war is everywhere. violence is basically required to survive. death is everywhere. greed has corrupted nations. everything the air nomads stood against made up this world, and aang, as the avatar, had no choice but to save it. for him to have given in to what everyone expected of him—violence—he would have ultimately eliminated air nomad values from the world. and the world would have not cared. aang’s victory would have been celebrated, but aang would have felt even more grief than before. he would have let himself and his people down. and balance would have never been achieved because the air nomads mattered. they were part of what kept the world going round. no matter how much the current world he was fighting for called for violence and death to achieve an end, the air nomads still had a voice through aang. they were still around because of aang. aang’s existence and dedication and love for his culture kept the genocide from being official.

and in my opinion, air nomadic values coming out victorious in a war that nearly wiped them clean (except for aang) is much more of a meaningful and satisfying ending than violence ending with violence.

and if you wanna call aang’s decision selfish, then fine. but i personally think it’s more selfish to expect a survivor of genocide to keep giving and giving and giving for a war that took his people from him until he has nothing left of himself to give. i think that is far more selfish. aang may be the avatar but he is also human. just as much human as his people were, and the leaders he was fighting against, and the millions of people he ended up saving, and just as deserving of having some sort of agency in the decisions he makes. call me crazy ig

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death