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Should We Stay or Should We Go? || Epilogue 1

-A ST Rewrite Feat. Steve Harrington x Henderson!OFC-

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🎲Summary: Although they’re both recovering slowly, they’re both experiencing it in different ways -- Will can’t stop seeing himself in the Upside Down and tries to drown it out with his family’s love, while Steph is plagued by nightmares and memory loss, she tries making a new friend.

🎲Pairings: Will x Platonic!OFC; Dustin x Sister!OC; Slow burn! Steve x Henderson!OFC (Ex-bestfriends to Lovers); Slow burn! Byler

🎲Rating: Teen-Mature

🎲Word Count: 4,633

🎲Date: 4/25/25

🎲Warnings: Angst; Heavy Language & Dialogue; Implied Bullying; Mental Strain/Breaking Down; Implied Mental Health Issues; Mentioning of Death/Dying; Mention of the Afterlife; Implied Drug Use; Smoking; Mention of Life Threatening Injuries; Scars; Nightmares; Implied Child Abuse; The Harrington's A+ Parenting; Stephanie & Will Deserved All The Love. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

(And let me know if I missed anything)

🎲A/N: Whoo! This was an interesting one to write. And it's only been beta once, so hopefully everything makes sense 😅 (I'll double check it later, I swear). So this is it. The last part of Season 1. A little short story to tease what is yet to come in Season 2. Enjoy!

For Will Byers returning to school wasn’t as bad as he thought. The teachers were being extra nice, his bullies Troy and James couldn’t dare look him in the eye (Thanks, Eleven), and his friends made sure he was up to date with homework and studies. Everything seemed nice, but he knows that there are still some stares. There was whispering and looks he couldn’t miss, and even though some students he barely knew were trying to be nice and welcome his return, he could tell they thought of him as a freak. Frankly, he couldn’t really blame them for thinking that. To all of them he was dead, had a funeral and a memorial at the school, only to be found alive days later and told a crazy, but believable, story by the town’s Police Chief.

The word ‘Freak’ has been told to him several times in the past, but in the present it hits different. He tries not to show it, but it’s hard not to when you’re as sensitive as he is. He just wonders if anyone has noticed yet…

“Will!” His mom’s voice calls out while he’s in the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“Ball’s dropping in fifteen. And the cookies are done if you want any.”

“Okay. I’ll be out in a minute!” He says, zipping up his pants. He could smell the cookies she mentioned from here, and wonders if that’ll calm his jitters. I just need to relax. It’s almost the new year. 84’ is going to be a lot better.

That’s what he’s been telling himself since Christmas, since Thanksgiving if he’s being honest. Everything’s going to get better soon. The school semester will be done in a few months, Summer will soon follow, and then he moves on to another round of Middle School. He gets to do all this with his friends. What more could he ask for?

As he turned the faucet off that’s when he felt like he might have to eat his own words. Will froze as everything got dark and soon basked in that blue hue that was still embedded in his brain; The vines trickled out of the walls and crawled everywhere; The white substance fluttered around like the snow outside. He felt throat get tight as he grip the sides of the sink.

No. He tells himself, shutting his eyes and drowning this place out. No. No. No. I’m not there. I’m not there. I’m not there. I’m not there. I’m not–

Someone shouts his name, making his eyes shoot back open to reveal that the Upside Down was gone. He looks around with caution, before a little blissful sigh leaves his lips.

Everything’s okay. I’m okay. He makes sure his heart’s not racing before leaving the bathroom for his living room. He sees his family waiting around the TV for the New Year’s Eve Ball to drop.

“Everything okay?” Jonathan asks, scooting over for his brother to sit.

“Yeah. I was just… daydreaming.” Will replies, as his mother hands him a plate of cookies -- oatmeal raisin, his favorites.

“Well, don’t daydream too much, or you’ll miss the drop.”

“Unless you’re daydreaming about your New Year’s resolutions?” Joyce said, taking a bite of the treat. “Do you have any this year, sweetie?”

Will ponders for a moment. “I haven’t really thought about it much.”

“Well, I’m hoping I get that promotion at work.” She smiles. “Those extra bucks could help us a lot. Maybe we can finally take that trip to the southern beaches like we wanted.”

“That’ll be awesome, Mom.”

“I’m hoping I can get a job somewhere for my photography.” Jonathan says, thinking. “That, or maybe I can try to at least work at the school paper.”

“See? That’s a good goal.” Joyce said, all proud. “You should go for it. Those papers always need a photographer.” Her son blushes at the comment just as they heard those magic words on the TV. “Oh! It’s starting.”

The Byers Family chanted the countdown, cheering when the screen flash 1984. Their cheering abruptly stopped when they heard a loud bang outside, followed by many more.

“And there he goes.” She said, amused.

“Good ol’, Bob. Right on time as always.” Jonathan said, talking about their neighbour. He shifts his weight towards his little brother. “Do you want to go watch?”

“Yes!” Will said, eagerly nodding.

“Hey, Hey. Boys, make sure you put shoes on and a coat.” Their mother urges, as they head for the front door.

“We got it, Mom.”

Will slips on what he needs and opens the door, a few big leaps until he’s off the porch and on the snow. He stares upwards at the midnight sky that’s starting to get bathed in all the colors of the rainbow. He hears his family standing behind him, silently watching them too as he couldn’t help but smile at this peaceful moment.

Yeah. The single word was filled with hope and pride. 84’ is going to be a good year.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Tick. Tock.

Steph opens her eyes slowly, the room lighting up in front of her. Moving without thinking, her bare feet crossed the white bricks, the path getting brighter and brighter with each step. She passed some people lingering around, their presence not really a bother until someone was standing in her path. She slows her pace, pale features turning into confusion.

“Grandma?” She said, the older woman was just as surprised to see her as she was.

“Oh, Stephanie. I didn’t expect to see you here so soon.” Her grandma frowns with pity. “I honestly thought I’d see your mother here first.”

Stephanie felt herself tense up. “Oh. Am I…?” She trailed off when she realized she really did succumb to those bats. “Oh, yeah. I guess I’m dead.”

“You were always so selfless. Of course you being here is because you saved a little boy.” Her Grandmother’s statement made her smile.

“Well, the little boy was one of Dustin’s friends.”

“Oh, Dusty-bun. I miss that kid. I wish I could have seen him grown like I did you.” The woman holds out her arm. “Come. I’ll show you to the end.”

Steph slung her arm around hers, and they began walking the path again. The closer they got towards the end, the warmer and more welcoming the light became. “Wow.” She says, memorized. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is.” Grandma says, smiling and locking eyes with her grandchild. “Would you like me to go over with you?”

“That’ll be great. I really want–” When Steph broke eye contact to look ahead, everything went dark. She stops, confused about where everything just went. “Grandma, what just happened?” She blinks. “Grandma?”

The teenager turned on her heels, her family member was gone and so was everyone else -- the white bricks and light trickled to the darkness as well. It took her a minute to realize what was going on, and scoffed while shaking her head.

“No… No, not again.” She grits her teeth and makes fists with her hands. “You’re not doing this to me again! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WANT TO FUCKING REMEMBER!!”

Her words echoed in the abyss, her quiet panting turning into a loud groan of frustration. Why can’t she remember anything past this? What was causing her not to? Where was the block? And how can she undo it?

A chill ran up her spine at the sound of whispering, as she frantically looked around. The chatter was getting louder and louder by the second that it was driving her more mad than not getting an answer.

“Jesus Fucking Christ. Whatever you are, just shut the HELL UP!!” She shouts, turning around again only to be met with a screaming Demogorgon. She finds her screaming too…

The screaming stopped as soon as she was awake, but her bedroom in a split second changed to the one in the Upside Down. She laid in bed, staring up at the icky ceiling as all the air in her lungs left her. She finds herself not being able to breath, and starts to choke -- her hands clawing at her throat, irritating her scars. She felt her eyes starting to sting at the lack of oxygen–

Then it all hit at once when her bedroom returned normal.

She shakingly takes in the cool air, one of her hands resting over her beating heart, waiting for herself to feel normal.

“It’s j-just a dream, it’s just a– fuck.” Steph whispers, using the bit of strength she had left to push herself to sit up. She brings her knees to her chest, giving herself another moment to process. But when she hears the sound of fireworks going off in the distance, she is forced to look at the alarm clock.

1:02 am.

Thirty minutes. I got thirty minutes of sleep. Fuck. Her eyes trail to the sleep medicine next to it and picks it up. “This shit’s not helping.” She says, and throws the bottle across the room somewhere in frustration. It’s been the same shit every night since then. Every time she closes her eyes for sleep she knows she won’t get a lot. It’s…

Fucking exhausting.

Literally.

She sighs out loud, her reaction getting someone’s attention. Steph peeks to the floor, noticing a certain animal’s orange tail sticking out from under her bed.

“Oh.” Steph reaches down and carefully picks up a frightened Mews. “Hey, there, Kitty. I forgot you don’t like the light show outside.” She holds the cat close, feeling him melt into her embrace as she lays against the headrest. “I guess you and I won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Was this a bad idea? Probably.

Would her mother kill her if she found out? Probably.

The idea just came to her around 4 this morning, and for some reason couldn’t shake it away or come up with an excuse on why she shouldn’t do it. She knows she shouldn’t go down this path, but she desperately needed a good eight hours (or more) worth of sleep undisturbed.

So here she was in her kitchen, throwing down the yellow pages onto the counter a lot harder than anticipated. She took a deep breath and started flipping through the phone book quickly.

“Munson, Munson, Munson, where are you?” She whispers, blue eyes trailing up and down the pages for ‘M’. “Where is… oh.”

She spots a name that says Wayne Munson, and raises an eyebrow. Is that his dad? Or some kind of relative that has direct contact with Eddie?

She’s hoping it’s one of the two, or it’s going to get really awkward fast. She leans forward to grab the phone off the hook, eyes darting back and forth as she types in the number. She anxiously taps her fingers against the countertop, the constant ringing making her stomach turn as her mind races with the idea of backing out. But then–

[ ‘Munson residence.’ ]

The girl froze at the older man’s voice, lost for words on the spot.

[ ‘Um, hello? Who–’ ]

Fuck! She mentally slaps herself and says, “Um, h-hi! Uh, is Eddie Munson home?”

She heard the man briefly pause to process her question (or maybe he was reluctant to answer?).

[ ‘Who’s asking?’ ]

“Oh, s-sorry I should have started with that. Um, my name’s Stephanie Henderson, and uh, your… son has been–”

[ ‘He’s my Nephew.’ ]

“Nephew. Okay. Yeah, uh, anyway, he helped me with some school work I missed since, uh…” She swallows. “You probably saw the news? T-The kidnapping, uh–”

[ ‘Oh, yeah. Hard to forget that.’ ]

“I… guess so…”

[ ‘I’m sorry.’ ]

“Uh, don’t be. It’s… f-fine.” She moves her hand dismissively like he could see it. “Any who, Eddie left some of things behind and I’ve been meaning to give it back to him. But I seemed to keep missing him these last few days. I was wondering if he’s home so I could drop by and give it to him?”

She heard him go quiet again, making the knot recoil again. I am literally the worst liar in the world. Has he figured it out yet?

“Um, hello–”

[ ‘He’s not here right now. He’s out with his friends practicing their music. I can give you the address they’re at, if you like?’ ]

Steph smiles, and quietly sighs with relief. “Oh, yes. That’ll be wonderful. Thank you, Mr. Munson.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Stephanie pulls her car up a few houses down from the correct spot. She could see Gareth Brooks’ garage was open, and she occasionally saw the group of boys moving around (Seriously, how do they have that open during winter?). Her scarred hands fidgeted against the steering before tugging on her parka collar, too nervous and uncomfortable at the situation. Should she back down? Should she wait until they start leaving? Or what if they’re staying the night? Then what? She’ll just look like a creep to the whole block.

She takes a deep breath, fixing her beanie one last time before exiting the vehicle. She carefully maneuvers herself across the icy road, soon shifting on the snow covered sidewalk. She could hear laughter and chattered as soon as she got onto the driveway. Steph hesitated when she got close to the top, a split second away from running back to her car when she saw that they noticed her. The teenagers all stopped immediately upon seeing her, a mixture of confusion and surprise was on their faces that made her get second hand embarrassment.

She clears her throat, nervously twitching her hands in her pockets. “Hi, uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt. Um…” Her tired blue orbs shift over to the ring leader. “Your Uncle Wayne gave me this address. Um, I… I heard you… sell stuff?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Eddie slides the van’s side door open, crawling inside before allowing her in. “Sorry for the mess.” He says, closing the door. “I didn’t expect company any time soon.”

“Sorry for crashing.” Steph says, sitting down in a clutter free spot. “And, uh, sorry in advance, I… might have lied to your Uncle about why I wanted to meet up with you.”

“Oh.” He says, intrigued as he sits on his knees catty corner from her (Giving his girl guest an appropriate amount of personal space). “How so?”

“Um…” She sighs. “I told him that you had helped with something in school and you left something behind. I told him I’ve been trying to return your stuff to you for a while. He seemed to have bought it. Hopefully...”

He snorts. “Well, my Uncle Wayne can go both ways. He’s either very perceptive or very naive.” He watches her chuckle quietly at his comment, before noticing she was playing with her hands.

A nervous tick? Possibly? He clears his throat. “Sooooo, what are you looking for?”

“Um….” She looks at her feet. “Do you have anything that could help me sleep? Or feel drowsy enough to doze off?” She shrugs. “I-I know that sounds really stupid, and you probably don’t carry stuff like that. B-But I thought I’d… st-still ask. So… yeah.”

She could feel him looking at her from head to toe before replying, “I don’t think I have anything like that. I mean, I got weed, but that’s more of a relaxer and not something to knock you out.”

Steph nods. “I… thought so.” She bites her lip as her eyes trail across the floor, coming across something that piqued her interest. “Can I have one of those?”

Eddie follows her gaze to a half a pack of cigarettes on the floor. “Uh, sure.” He quickly finds a lighter for her as she grabs a white stick after shedding her gloves off (His gaze noticing the small scars on her back hands). He waits patiently for her to take a few inhales before saying, “Don’t take this the wrong way, Henderson, but you don’t look so hot.”

She blows smoke with another nod, knowing how shitty she must look to an outsider. “I know. That’s why I need sleep. I haven’t slept since…” She tries not to shutter. “I got back.”

His brows push together. “Back? Back from where?”

“Back from the… kidnapping.”

His face falls. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” She sighs for the millionth time today. “I keep… seeing things, and it wakes me up, and I’ve only had an hour of sleep. Maybe less. I’m like barely hanging on.” She locks her tired eyes with his, making sure he understands her next words. “And… I’m trying not to take stuff every night because I don’t want to become addicted, or accidentally OD or something, but… I need sleep. Badly.” Another sigh and a long swig. “Or, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

Or, maybe I already have lost my mind. Stephanie was expecting him to look at her like she was crazy, not to be looking at her with some major concern. We don’t even know each other that well, why is he–

“Have you tried talking to someone about it?” He asks, after finding the right words to say. “Or, are you… not doing that?”

She breaks eye contact briefly, replying, “Will, the boy that was with me, and I both agreed not to talk about it. Not unless it’s been us, and us only.” She bites her lip. “The things we saw, the things we did, no one should go through that. And…” How does she explain it? “And I thought by… accepting what happened was the key to stopping all this, but… I think it’s not working because I’m missing something in my memory.”

She shakingly sighs again, finishing with, “So, I’m either torn between getting a good night’s sleep is the key to get out of this, or if remembering the missing puzzle piece is what would finally stop these nightmares. So… yeah.”

Steph takes another long drag while Eddie is processing all the information (And how does he respond to all this trauma dumping?). “So, it was… that bad, huh?” He says, as she nods.

“Yep.” She pops the ‘p’. “It was the longest week of my life. I’ve never been so exhausted, hungry, angry, and upset like I was there.” She chuckles dryly. “I mean, I don’t regret driving him, driving Will, I… I’m glad I was there with him. I’m a big sister, so it’s in my nature to protect. I mean I lost a lot sleep, I got hurt physically and emotional a lot, I even died once and–”

“Wait, wait, wait, Henderson. Back up.” Eddie says, trying to wrap his head around again at all this info. “You died?”

The color drains from her face. “Shit. I was supposed to say that.”

“So, it’s true?” He says, panicking in his tone and face. “You actually fucking died? For real? Like, not when they said that you and Byers drowned in the Quarry?”

“Y-Yes. Exactly. For real, and not in the Quarry.”

“W-Wha…”

“I was protecting Will, so…”

Eddie took yet another moment to take everything in before mumbling, “Jesus Christ…”

“Look, Munson–” Steph locks eyes with him. “You cannot tell anyone I said that. Especially to my brother or my mom. I-I can’t…” She swallows. “That’s… that’s what I keep seeing in my dreams, and… it wasn’t exactly kid-friendly.”

“Okay.” He holds his hands up in defense. “Okay. I won’t. But, Jesus, Henderson, are you sure you don’t want to talk to someone?”

She smacks her lips and takes another puff. “No therapist can help me with what I saw. If I talk, they might send me to fucking Pennhurst.” She laughs a little louder this time. “I can see the goddamn headline now. ‘Stephanie ‘The Freak’ Henderson, who believes in other worlds, is being sent for serious treatment at Pennhurst Mental Institution’. I’m sure everyone in fucking school would love that.”

He frowns, worried again. “You’re not a Freak.”

“Oh, I am. I’ve heard ‘Freak’ plenty of times growing up.” Steph flashes him a bittersweet smile. “All because I’m not a ‘girly-girl’. I love grudge and metal music; Most days I wear all black, fishnet with some big ol’ combat boots. I rather go hunting with guns than trying out for the cheer squad or theater. I’m the complete opposite of what girls should say, do, or look in High School.”

She groans, and continues, “I have been called a lot of things over the years, and most of the time I can ignore it, but as the grades go up in school, so do the insults.” She frowns. “I even got a new one when I returned back to my classes. ‘Zombie Girl’. Now, it’s understandable, yet new. But it still… sucks. I think it only hurts worse because I know they’re calling Will, ‘Zombie Boy’, too.”

“That is worse because he’s a kid.” Eddie pointed out bitterly. “He’s twelve.”

“And bullying comes in all ages.” She quips back. “There’s nothing we can do about it. I mean, the whole town thought we drowned. Our families had funerals, the school held their own memorials, and then they come to find out days later that we’re actually alive.” She frowns. “I’m surprised you’re not staring at me like I’m a freak.”

“I don’t know if you recall, but ‘The Freak’ is literally my middle name at this point.” He says, crossing his arms. “And yeah, maybe me and the boys were kind of staring at you like that when you walked into Gareth’s garage, and I’m sorry about that, but if anyone in the school knows what you’re going through, is us.” He flashes a warm smile, which she returns. “And us Freaks gotta stick together sometimes.”

“Thanks, Eddie.” She replies, truthfully. “Honestly, I’ve just been hanging out with my brother and his friends for lunch. It’s kind of sad, and I hate that I keep crashing their party.”

“Well, you could always hang out with us, if you like? We don’t mind.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother. I just–” She pauses when she notices something peeking out of his heavy jacket. “Is that a D&D reference on your shirt?”

“Huh?” He looks down and pulls his jacket open for her to see his club T-Shirt. “Oh, yeah. Made it myself for our club.” He tilts his head out of curiosity. “You play D&D?”

She holds her hand up at his excitement. “Hold your horses, I’m still pretty new. Will kind of chatted to me about it when it was just the two of us. Then when we’re in the hospital, his friends brought the game over. I’ve only played two– no, three games– sorry, campaigns.”

“Well, that’s still pretty cool.” He grins. “What’s your character?”

“A Ranger. I mostly did it to spite Lucas who says they’re boring, so…”

“You got a name?”

“Steph the Courageous. Will gave it to me.”

“How’d you earn that?”

Steph smirks proudly. “I killed the Demogorgon. First try.”

He laughs. “Well ain’t that something.” He says, popping up to his feet. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to the gang.”

“Sure you want me to crash your guys’ little hangout?” She asks, as he offers his hand to help her up.

“I insist.” Eddie says, pulling her to her feet and cracking the door back open. “Besides, I think we could use a little… ‘feminine’ energy.”

Steph scoffs once outside, facing him and gesturing to herself. “Might want to keep looking. Have you seen the way I dress?” Her response gets another laugh out of him. “What are you guys playing? An original?”

“Nah, today we’re kind of just messing around. We’re playing some Dío today.”

She perks up at the news. “I love Dío.”

“Really?” He says, as they start walking.

“Yeah. I love that type of music.”

“You know, that would explain why you were at our show. Harrington mentioned you went to our Lover’s Lake concert.” Eddie says, getting her to shrug.

“Yeah, I did. It was raining cats and dogs out there, but I still enjoyed it.” She takes one last puff of the cigarette before putting it on the ground. “You guys have a very… Metallica and Van Halen kind of sound.” She pauses. “If that makes sense.”

“Well, that’s quite the compliment.” His grin grows. “Did you know I was actually named after Eddie Van Halen?”

“Shut up. Really?” She says, as he nods eagerly. “That explains the hair now.”

He laughs again and fiddles with the ends of his chocolate locks. “Oh, yeah. Gotta keep up with my name sake.”

“I kind of wish I was named after an idol like that.” Steph admits, forgetting how exhausted she was just moments ago (I guess talking to someone does help). “I’m glad we have a lot in common. Are we sure we’re not related, Munson?”

“Maybe.” He hums. “My Dad’s Alan. You?”

“Walter. Your Mom?”

“Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth?” Steph says, surprised. “That’s my middle name.”

“Really?” He asks, in the same tone as her.

“Yeah.” She replies, smiling. “What a small world. I just found out I have a doppelgänger in Hawkins.”

He snorts, excitement growing at her words. “Doppelgänger. I like it! Hey, guys!” He called out as they got closer to the garage. “I found my doppelgänger!” Steph finds herself laughing now, as he suddenly slings his arm around her shoulder like she was one of the guys. “Welcome to Hellfire, Steph The Courageous.”

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Steve tugged on his sweater as he slipped out the back door of his home, his parents screaming becoming muffled when he closed it. The cut on his lip and forehead stung at the cold air, the twitching under his eye indicated that a bruise was going to form anytime soon if he didn’t apply ice. But, tending to his injuries was the least of his worries right now. They told him that they wanted him out of the house as soon as possible, and frankly he didn’t want to stick around long enough for them to decide to change their crazy minds.

He already stuffed a few of his valuables in his car, and all he needed was a box or a suitcase of some sort to put a good portion of his clothes in. Hence why he’s outside wandering around the covered pool and towards the shed, his icy hands fiddling with the combination on the pad lock.

Once inside he flips the switch on over head, squinting in the terrible lighting as he tries to find something. He’s ninety-nine percent sure that his grandpa’s suitcase is in here somewhere. It might be the most busted up thing he’s ever seen, hell, not even the wheels or one of the handles work properly, but hey, he’ll take what he can get.

He shifts a few things around, almost grabbing an empty tote when his hopes started to fade, but there it was. Tucked in a far corner and underneath a few other things he finally finds the suitcase. He sighs with relief, his breath seen in the air as he pulls it out and holds it close. He back tracks out, and locks the shed, bracing himself to go back inside the madhouse.

I just need to get in and get out while they’re arguing. Do it quickly before they decide they change their mind and give me another black eye. He starts stepping back on the concrete around the pool–

*CRACK!!*

Steve froze at the sound of the tree branch, carefully turning around to see what it was. There in the fading sunlight was the familiar bald headed girl still dressed in the outfit she had on when he left her in that gym that fateful day.

His eyes widened in shock, completely lost for words until he said, “Holy shit…”

(TBC)

A/N: See you Season 2!

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daisyssousa · 3 years ago

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( 𓆰 timequake echoes | 11 of ∞ ) bad girl/boy shenanigans

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writingquillsandpainpills · 3 years ago

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so im back bc the break from tumblr was just making my mental health deteriorate further so whoo

#yuh #nobody cares zahra

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themrswallace · 4 years ago

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Another thing I wanna talk about is a scene from the W&G reboot fix my ass NEEDS to write but can't rn thanks to buuuurrrrrrrrn-out! Whoo! Gotta love unstable mental health. Anyway! The scene is aftermath of a big, fabulously posh and extravagent party, imagine Ball/MET gala, everyone rich and judgey is there, Lady Tottington has done her schmoozing and arse kissing for the next Veg comp, getting all the sponsers and that, and as the night rounds up, Amelia steals Wallace away from Gromit and Fluffles who've somehow become Coat boy and receptionist (It's hella cute and they love the break from the pups) and taken him upstairs. WHY this is so note worthy (its not, really, I just like it and wanna talk about it) to me personally is because obviously, everyone imagines (Even me, despite being the writer???) they're gonna do the do, Wallace himself probably thinks the same thing, hence why he's hella nervous and wanting to yeet real bad cus he has no knowledge of ladies, none he remembers that is XD But, it isn't, the door closes behind them, bolts shut, they fall onto the bed like some tella novella couple about to passionately bump uglies and then Amelia breaks out some good old VHS tapes! "These were my favourite growing up! Nothing can capture the magic of vintage cinema like these. Make yourself comfortable, this won't take more than a minute" It's hella tumblr, you'd see gifs of this scene if it were a real thing. the wee hours are just the two snuggled up, watching old films and Wallace being started at how this dominating predator of a woman is suddenly reduced back to a wide eyed girl, capsulated by disney classics and Detective noirs. Granted, this is already mainly tumblr trash as Wallace is a man canonly, I assume, somewhere in his early 50s and Amelia was written to be just at the edge of 32 (She was originally 25 before I grew up and realised how gross that was. To be fair I designed her when I was like 9 'not joking', so I'm not gonna shit on myself that hard...wish growing up would've changed my taste in men tho) cus the whole point of her was to be an active, evil, romantic constant in his life that even Gromit couldn't bulldoze away. Also, you know, I, the writer prefer older men so that of course had to be a thing...yayyyyyyy. Back to the point, this scene is supposed to open up her character, you go in thinking "Oh christ, she's Victors kid, she's skilled with guns and hunting and all this dangerous shit, this is gonna go one of two ways", but then you get the THIRD WAY (Gta v ref right there), option C baby! And she is still this frightening presence that Gromit tries to rid them of and rescue his master from, however unlike the cartoon, the happy ending doesn't require rightious justice. Yes she is still a villan to some extent, hunts, kills animals, makes deals with seedy ass people abroad, but Amelia also melts into a semi neutral on her own side but also Wallace's side good-ish guy. She's complicated and something Nick Park would never add to his creation but as a fiction writer I can add some spice to something that one day, might be sold to someone who could add spice or would be willing to see my spice (I'm talking about ideas, not drugs here). Amelia is a villan, not entirely evil but you don't stand in her way, at the same time, she can learn and shift and change if its worth something to her, like all of us, especally when it involves Wallace because she loves him, and he's a pretty forgiving guy so the business with Victor is deemed sorta rectefied cus he's been beaten to a pulp and is now stuck with a walking stick and all that dark ass jazz. Wallace has put that stuff aside so he an Amelia can have a life together, plus family gatherings are a hoot when the dad in law tried to murder you and your brother in laws...know how to dispose of a body--OKAY IM DONE BYE

#Wallace and Gromit

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littleteacupdragon · 5 years ago

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I know I was having a break from tumblr for mental health reasons but by my word, the pride and prejudice movie is awful

Mr Bingley is a human labrador with no wit in his actions or face

Mr Darcy looks depressed and constipated at the same time

Mr Wickham is played by freaking ORLANDO BLOOM and I can't see him suitable to this role, though that's on me

Mr Bennet is the same actor who played Snow in the hunger games and I can't take him seriously after that

They did Mary so dirty, putting her in such dark clothes and sitting her next to her colourful younger sisters and mother, she did not have to be such plainly distinced as "the other one"

Mr Darcy talks in such a weird way! And some of the dialogues are so awkward! "may i have the next dance, miss Elizabeth?", "you may", end of the conversation, it almost seems like two first years theatre kids fist time on stage for improv during rehearsal!

I don't know why but j can't stand Darcy's voice in this. It reminds me of Severus Snape and with his facial expressions it's a pathetic Severus Snape and just, not what the book painted him as

Whoo, that's a long rant. Back to the scheduled tumblr break. Take care guys!

#just my rambling #pride and prejudice #long post

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ursoself-satisfying · 6 years ago

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Ask/Drabble/Blurb/HC Masterlist: 4/19/2019

OK SO this is a compiled list of all the lil things ive written for various boys in asks!!!!!! I plan on updating the list monthly n its v hard to go back n keep track of asks so pls if i miss any let me kno!!!! ENJOY!!!!

this fts drabbles, blurbs, n hcs for Patrick Murray (Undrafted), Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk), Eugene Sledge (The Pacific), Joe Mazzello (himself lol), Queen, current! Brian n Roger, adult! Tim Murphy (Jurassic Park), n probably more!!! ur always welcome to send in more n im always working on more even if i am slow ilyall ty!!!!!

its not rly organized at all n the titles of the links r vague but i hope u enjoy n it all works,,, MOST R NOT SFW SO READ W CAUTION nothing is marked but this is a warning here,,, some r longer some r horter its kinda a crap shoot at this point but its not like a normal msterlist so ::// but i still hope u like again ily,,,

also this is messy n written mostly in short text speak so i apologize it might be hard to read :://

Pat Murray

me describing pats character in the best detail i can

moving in w pat

teasing ;;;)))

hes a show off lol (first time seeing him play)

hes a DOM

he steals ur panties rip

u sing n he loves it oof

pats british gf!!!!

introducing u to the boys (he gets a lil jealous)

hand holding!!

insecure pat ::””((

w a gf w mental health issues ::””((

MORE insecure pat omg ::””((

he LOVES ur hair lol

fuck buddies pt1

bELLy bULge

masturbating lol

geeky/nerdy gf!!

kink overview lol

wearing his jersey

virgin gf aw

fucking on the field under the stars

rly,,, hes soft,,

u flirt w another guy

omg guys he speaks in playlists

comforting him ::””))

intervening when he has a breakdown

who starts the relationship??

met thru his dad lol

hes a titty man

he spanks

soft aftercare uwu

he lets U dom ;;;)))

praise kink

frustrated subby pat

anons soft pat dream!!

u give him a massage ;;;)))

film nerd gf!!

another fuck buddies to proper lovers

could he sub??

coach dad pat!!!

another subby pat ;;;)))

Pat is sad so u ride him

pEgGiNg pAt

Gardner Langway

lil thing bout u getting him off in public ;;;)))

hes a SUB

lil thing bout sucking his dick

dom n edging short but sweet

smore edging lol

gardy n the rain ::””))

feeding him strawberries on ur anniversary

mOmmy kink

he! cant! help! himself!

finger,,, sucking,,,,

soft morning sex n his o face

fellas is it sexy to suck ur friends off

smore finger sucking its a thing

edging,,, again

we let him top for a sec

he helps u thru a rough day ::((

soft scared gf!!

a FULL day of teasing

spends all night telling u bout stamps ::””))

riding raw n cumming on stomach OOF

finding his parents???

some boat logistics lol

virgin gardy!!!

eating u out OOF

getting him a new watch uwu

bi!gf n soft gardy getting together

he gets sad about his parents ::””((

being domestic!!

YALL HAVE TEDDY BEARS

his first valentines w u im crying

he tops ;;;)))

facesitting

he leaves his socks on!!!

GORGEOUS CREATURE

v public gardy ;;;)))

u admire the duke ::””))

lil dick appreciation ;;;)))

his lil WAVE

lil bit bout thigh riding at a party lol

u kinda leave him hanging :://

soft date ideas ::””))

pulling his hair?? oof

catching him getting off

hes premature but its cute!!!

hiking w our unathletic boi uwu

a lil storyline about getting back together after a while ::””))

he sees his parents ::O

gardy eating u out to make u feel better ;;””))

“im gonna c(um)ry”

tired shower thigh sex whoo

pet names!!!

pubic hair preferences ::))

angry sex???

Gardy seeing u in a pretty white dress uwu

post movie life

Eugene Sledge

pEGGING

hes a lil spoon uwu

sLoW RiDiNg

softly playing guitar for him ::””))

he likes to suck titties ::))

thoughts on him never wearing his uniform again ::””((

fucks u hard after a nightmare ;;””))

going on holiday on a boat??

Eugene’s sexually aware gf oof

Joe Mazzello

mild priest hcs

double dates w rami n lucy!!!

hes touchy

HS!joe likes ass

sub joe

comforting him about his receding hairline rip

his singer gf!!

he gets ROUGH

thoughts on romcom!Joe

(mostly current!) Brian May

lazy morning sex ah

short random thoughts?? fic idea maybe??

soft moments ::””))

i just love him ok

Current Bri Fucks Me Up: A Mild Weird Thing

(current+70′s) hand kink anyone??

Tim Murphy

starting off right w pegging

The Holey Trinity+ (meaning drabbles of more than one person meaning lil bits for each including Pat, Gardner, Joe, Eugene, and Deaky) (ALL=ft. Queen as well as the boys)

P+G breaking the bed

G+J ass or tits??

G+J anal lol

J+P+G comforting u after a bad day ::((

Queen Boys w a gf w acrylic nails

P+E+D domestic scenes ::””))

E+P+G ur preggo omg!!!

P+G jamming out in the car together aw

Clusterfuck crossover anon!!

G+P+E comforting u when they find u cying ::””((

E+G+P engagement rings!!!

G+P awards shows scenarios w famous gf!!

G+P+E+J+D chubby gf!!! loml!!!

G+P+E+J+D sad gf moments ::””((

P+E+G happy birthday sex ;;;)))

P+E+G+J+D seeing u in suits oof

ALL (the boys) on whining, praise, n edging

ALL on marking up and dirty talk

P+E breeding kink ;;;)))

ALL+bonus Tim Murphy dancing around at 3am

Other

groupie thoughts ::))

mob!prof!Gwil thoughts (from @borhap-socials au)

rly lil short deaky BODY LANGUAGE thoughts,,,

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spectraspecs-writes · 6 years ago

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Taris - Chapter 10

Link to the Masterpost. Chapter 9. Chapter 11.

A/N: I became aware earlier today that i haven’t been including every quest in this write-up, which, were I actually playing the game, would mean that I wouldn’t be getting all the experience I could possibly gather. In addition, by not going to every location, I’m not getting all the items I could possibly get. To be as real as possible with you, I haven’t been playing the game alongside writing this. In some cases this would be impossible, as I have added dialogue between myself and Carth. Additionally, I had planned to play the game alongside this originally, but shortly before starting this, my brother took the game back from me. (Which is only fair - it is his game and his console that I’m using.) The mobile version is downloading as I type this note, so I will be able to play it alongside writing from this point on. If nothing else, it will help me space out dialogues a bit more. But I do not intend to write Rena going through everyone’s apartment and rifling through their stuff, or going shopping in places like Kebla Yurt’s store. This doesn’t necessarily mean that she isn’t doing these things. (Well, except robbing from the living - the game can be played without that, after all. I do rob from the living when I play the game, because nothing will stop me in my pursuit of things, but it’s hard to justify that when you act like these people are real and have reactions to things like that.)

I don’t know at this point how much of the bounty hunter quests I’ll go through, if any. But now, on to the Lower City.

Well, I can step out of the apartment without anybody confronting me about killing those Sith yesterday. So I guess Carth and I are safe for now. Before I completely step out, Carth hands me the helmet to the Sith uniform. “Here,” he says, “Just so nobody will recognize you.”

I take the helmet from him. “And you’re immune from such things?”

“Hey, you’re the one who does all the talking,” he says, “I’m just the guy who follows you. Maybe I decided to follow around a Sith soldier who’s looking for you.”

I shrug. “Fair enough,” I say, and I put on the helmet.

Almost immediately I notice a difference in the other residents of this apartment complex. A lot of aliens live here, because I guess the landlords don’t care so long as their money is good. People get out of my way when I come strolling towards them in this uniform. (And since I can barely see a thing in this helmet, that’s a good thing in that respect, at least. I’m less likely to crash into people if they move before I get close to them.) And it’s not just the aliens, either. When Carth and I get out onto the streets, even the humans move out of my way. I pass by a kid at one point, and I say hello, of course, because the kid is staring at me, and when I say hello, he rushes past saying “My mommy says I’m not supposed to talk to Sith.” I had no idea that this uniform caused these guys that much stress. Because I’m freaking out a little over this, I’m not gonna lie.

Which is not to say that the Sith aren’t a little deserving of it. I mean, I hate to say that any person deserves this, but in my admittedly limited experience I have seen two separate groups of Sith harass two different groups of aliens, one group verbally harassed me, and several of them have shot at me for no reason other than the fact that I was on a Republic ship at the time. And as a civilian, they are not doing a good job convincing me that their occupation of this planet is just. But all of that being said, they get a lot of grief just wearing this uniform. And because I’m wearing this uniform, I’m the one getting the grief.

But I’m willing to say it’s worth it if it gets us closer to Bastila. Even just a little.

When I get close to the Sith trooper guarding the elevator, I don’t even have to say anything. “Another patrol heading down to the Lower City, eh?” he asks rhetorically.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to speak with the same voice I’ve heard other Sith troopers speak with.

“Good luck... I've heard it's pretty rough down there. There's a big swoop gang war going on, you know. You better watch yourself: those gangs will take a shot at anyone – even us! It's too bad we don't have the manpower to just sweep those slums clean.”

“Thanks for the warning,” I say, trying not to sound awkward, “I’ll be going now.”

Whoo, that was stressful.

When the elevator lets Carth and me out, I stop before we can go too far. “Turn around,” I say to Carth.

“What for?”

“I’d like to get out of this uniform,” I say, “and I’d rather you weren’t staring at me while I do it.” He smiles and shakes his head, but he does as I ask. I picked up a nice combat suit the other day in one of the Upper City stores, and now seems like a good time to break it in. I mean, my clothes were fine when I was on the Endar Spire or in the Upper City, but here? Apparently there’s gang violence down here, so I think I’ll want something a little sturdier than my normal clothes. “Okay, you can turn around now,” I say, once I’m completely dressed. “We can get going now.”

But we’ve barely turned the corner before we see the gang violence firsthand. Some bickering Duros and Niktos. “Beks are nothing but bantha fodder!” one of the Niktos shouts goadingly, “The Vulkar are strongest!”

“We'll teach you who's strongest!” one of the Duros says, before both groups pull out swords and shock sticks.

Now, the strength of either group notwithstanding, the Vulkars do take out the Beks pretty quickly. And hopefully that will be the end of that.

There’s that word again.

“More strangers!” one of the Niktos shouts, before coming right for Carth and me. And again, the strength of the Vulkars notwithstanding, they aren’t much of a match for Carth and myself. But I get the feeling that this won’t be the last we see of the Vulkars.

To my right I see two more Vulkars off in the distance - I can tell by the inordinate amount of red they’re wearing, like they’re trying to make a fashion statement or something - so it’s sort of decided for me that left is the way to go.

In my experience, despite what anyone says, the local Cantina is the place to get all the information you need. So even though I see the Hidden Bek base on my way to the Cantina, I keep going into the Cantina. Maybe I’m wrong - maybe the Hidden Beks aren’t allies. I don’t want to do anything more until I know who’s side I should be on, if anyone’s. Better safe than sorry.

So I walk into the cantina, past the staple pazaak tables, and stop dead in my tracks. I don’t know, something just… tells me that I need to stop if I want to live.

Three Vulkars. Walk up to a human. Dude looks like he pilots a sub-orbital freighter or something. Kind of weird this far down. They approach the guy, who doesn’t even look up when he says, “Go away.” And if it were me, I’d listen.

“Hey, you not talk like that,” one of the Vulkars says, a Rodian, “We just want say hi to big, bad bounty hunter Calo Nord!”

The Twi’lek Vulkar scoffs. “Nah, this can't be Calo Nord. He's supposed to be tough. This guy's nothing but a runt!”

“One,” the human says. This can’t be good.

“One? What that mean? You be funny, tough guy?” the other Rodian says.

“You know who we are, Calo?” the Twi’lek says, “We're members of the Black Vulkar gang! You don't want to be getting funny with us, tough guy.”

“Two.” He continues to count. Guys, you really want to get out of there. Now.

“Me no understand,” the first Rodian says, “One? Two? Why he count? He trying to count how many of us is against him?”

“It's three against one, Calo,” the Twi’lek says, “What do you think about those odds? Well? You have something more to say?”

“Three.”

And then a blinding flash, and some blaster shots. When the flash clears, all three Vulkars are dead on the ground. And the human is still standing.

Calo Nord. I knew I’d heard that name. I’d heard of him when I was in the Outer Rim. Always second-hand knowledge, of course, but based on that I knew I didn’t want any first-hand knowledge. Dude’s a bounty hunter, sure enough, but a bit… nuts. Not the kind of nuts where you’d want to commit him to a mental health facility. But a cunning kind of nuts. The kind of nuts where he’d go after a Rancor just for the trophy. The kind of nuts where he’d kill a Reek and all you’d see of it was the horn. The kind of nuts where, if someone was stupid enough to talk to him and he didn’t want to talk to them, they wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone ever again. Like those Vulkars. And the kind of nuts where he could get away with it and no one would try to stop him, least of all the local law. That kind of nuts. Calo Nord was the kind of person you didn’t want to cross, so I’d heard, otherwise you wouldn’t live to tell the tale. If you had a big enough bounty on your head, if you were a big enough challenge for Calo Nord, he would collect that bounty. It was only a question of when and where. So if you heard Calo Nord was on your tail, you got your affairs in order pretty damn quick. When I ran into some Mandalorians in the Outer Rim, we swapped stories late one night. And the only thing that scared those Mandalorians was tales of Calo Nord, even if they didn’t say it. You could read it in their body language. And if this guy was the kind of guy who could send chills through a Mandalorian, I knew this was someone who’s bad side I didn’t want to be on.

So I let him pass. And I thank God that his victim wasn’t me.

#star wars knights of the old republic #star wars #kotor #star wars kotor #knights of the old republic #swkotor #specs writes stuff #kotor fic #rena visz #carth onasi #fem!revan #taris #calo nord #oc

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flipping-voltron-imagines · 7 years ago

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November 1: Flowershop AU

Lance

A/N: Whoo! Day one of November and day one of this... month long thing... idk what to call it but I’m excited! I hope you enjoy the next month!

He hadn’t expected it, but Lance really liked workin in a flowershop. Most days were long and uneventful, filled with caring for flowers that grew on the roof in plant boxes as well as the ones that were already cut. Caring for the flowers helped him in more ways than one: if he had to suddenly drop a shift, then the flowers would suffer. He felt useful, like the flowers depended on him. That thought alone helped his mental health, and in that way the flowershop was a gift.

Another reason he liked working in the flowershop was because of you. You didn’t work there, but you often came by to talk to him before going to your shift at the coffee shop next door. You brought with you smiles, cute laughs, and terrible jokes. Before he knew it, he was falling and he thought he had a shot. After turning on the charm, he found out you had a boyfriend and he was crushed. Still, you came in every day. Lance was glad he hadn’t accidentally made things weird.

On his breaks, Lance liked to visit you. During one of those visits, Lance stepped into the coffee shop and was surprised to find it dead silent. Usually there was a mixer running in the middle of the day to make cookies and cakes for the next day, but that day, there was nothing.

“Y/N?” Lance called, taking a few hesitant steps and letting the door close behind him. “Are you here?” His heart was beating a million miles an hour. Why was he so nervous?

He was about to call again when you responded. “Yeah! Just a sec!” There was a loud crash, and you came stumbling out of the back area. “Hey Lance! How are you?”

As soon as he saw you, Lance noticed your red eyes and forced smile. You folded your arms over your stomach and your fake smile faltered.

“I think I should be asking how you are.”

You shook your head and looked out the window just behind him. “I um... I’m okay.” Your voice shook as you spoke and drummed our fingers against your arm.

There was a moment of silence as Lance considered what to say next. Something was obviously wrong. He didn’t want to push for answers though. If you wanted to tell him, you would on your own time.

“Well,” Lance continued. He walked to the counter to pretend to look at the menu. “I think I’ll take a Carmel Apple cider. And a blueberry muffin.”

Wordlessly he paid, and you made his order. Lance was about to leave when you spoke.

“My boyfriend broke up with me.”

Lance froze. He was glad he was turned away from you, otherwise you would see his eyes widen and his lips turn up in a smile. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. And he was. He was sorry that he’s broken your heart. After saying goodbye, he went back to the flower shop and contemplated on how to win your heart.

Three days later, as you locked the shop up for the night, you noticed a flower with a red ribbon tied on the stem.

It was the first of many flowers you’d receive for the rest of your life.

#vld #voltron #x reader #imagine #scenario #fluff #lance #mcclain #flowershop au #november

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yanziwen · 3 years ago

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Grandma's House

Clunk. clunk... the car travels on the rocky ground. “Wake up Linda, wake up.” I open my eyes and it’s her. “Are we at Grandma’s house?” I ask and stare out the window into the pitch dark. “Not yet,” she mutters. Through the window, a serrated mountain looms in the mist. A place of comfort and console. I persuaded Grandma to live with us, but she was determined to stay. After baffling tries of sheep counting, the car finally stops. I rush down the car like a cougar released back to the wild, sprinting towards the ring-tong. The cold floods me, flaunting its power to turn anyone sober in a second. Failing to freeze my legs, I keep running. “Stop Linda! “ he shouts. “It’s 3 in the morning, Grandma is asleep.” He slowly parks the car and unlocks the door, and she follows. We walk in, the floorboards creak each time we make a step. A long pitch-black hallway waiting to swallow us into the unknown. "This gives me chills,'' I whisper while adjusting my coat. "Let's put these flashlights to use, he says." Musty portraits of Grandpa completely surround us as wall panels. Maybe it’s a trick of our flashlights, but Grandpa’s head turns toward us. Each and one of them. "Geeegekkk," a sudden giggle appears upstairs. A worm pierces through my ears spewing the sound of a butcher sharpening her knives. THUMP, my flashlight drops onto the moldy carpet and rolls to a corner as if it is the one who is scared. Tracing the spinning light, it directs me to one of Grandpa’s portraits. Crumbling cracks all over his face eagerly depicting his unfaithful death. I smile at him, and he smiles back. “AHH,” I scream at the top of my lungs and run toward them. “Linda!” He speaks with an undertone. “Be quiet!” he follows. Puta...PUTA, my heart attempts to break out of my chest, each time harder than the previous, even if it splats into pieces. “Whoo...whohohohu,” my deep breaths uncontrollably turn into short, jagged gasps. I comfort myself that it was just a hallucination. “I saw...” Before I can finish my sentence, the door at the end of the hallway starts swinging back and forth and creaking in rhythm. Creak…Creak. A brief hesitation. I grab her arm and close my eyes...and then...the creaking stops. Just as I think this is about to end, I look down the hallway to check on the door. It’s wide open. “What?” They question simultaneously and walk towards the door. “Mom! Dad!” I shout completely paralyzed, unable to take a step. “Please don’t leave me here!” Suddenly someone pats my shoulder. I panic in a shiver and look back robotically. It’s an old and wrinkled hand. “Honey, I forgot to close the window,” Grandma explains patiently. “Look, the wind blew the door open.” My heart finally settles down and I look away awkwardly. Grandpa smiles again. Splats

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fulokis · 7 years ago

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I’ve seen people worried that Tom Hiddleston will quit acting just because of the fact he’s going through a spell of depression. And honestly that likely isn’t the case. Yes its a possibility, I am not Tom I don’t know what he is thinking but I have a reasonable explanation for it.

Actors get real close during the time they have together. Hell even I have had blooming friendships with people after a two week period of putting a prediction on. And no its not just the actors, its also the stage crew, stage manager, props, techs, director, costume person, ect. Even in two weeks some crazy shit happens that no one else will get. It’s a result of spending so much time with each other. For stage productions that I have done you have one or twoish weeks where its a scene or a few characters called in to work on stuff for about 1-2 hours. Then typically for a week its heavier work with more people for about 2-3 hours.

Then comes the dreaded yet beloved tech week. Sunday night rehearsal 1pm-8pm sometimes shorter. More than ever on Sunday are props used, some people are wearing costumes some are not. People who will be back stage and in the booth with controls and sound are also called in during this time, if your not onstage your either working out props or costume, doing homework, waiting for your cue backstage, or studying lines. Of course being social creatures you start to converse with everyone around you. There is a dinner break and you also talk then, you see how the play is coming together, you all start freaking out with your director about things that need vast improving when your given notes at the end of the night.

Then you have Monday-Wensday the final time to work out any kinks in the production, smooth out the fine details. Its often 5-10 at night, if you did well enough you either run through it more than once or are able to leave early. Then comes performances, after each one actors go out and eat food. Then on Sunday you say good bye to the seniors. You spend tons of time together as a stage production of a month, and thats with school in the way. Actors on movie sets are there for pretty much the whole day. Thats a lot of time to spend with fellow actors especially if your doing it for several movies in a row.

I imagine that none of the actors that have been in Marvel are going to go off and be whoo hoo Im finally leaving that part behind. Its a huge chunk of happy moments, and your life put into these movies. And meeting up off set and away from it all is 1. Hard if its your job and you do this almost year round. (not to mention press tours) and 2. not the same what so ever.

I have stories that only people who were there would find funny, and pretty funny in the moment, because actors are goofy people when you put them in a room together. I remember all of us actors refusing to touch the real ouija board that our director bought, I remember a pack of fake cigarettes being pooffed in my face and thinking it was the most hilarious thing in the world. I remember steeling food not belonging to us during rehearsals, I remember tech friends talking about a male staff bathroom being open all the time, them testing it and it being locked, me being distracted and seeing someone sprinting down the hall and seeing one of the actors walking out with his makeup on. I remember a stuffed dog on piping in the tech shop because we weren’t using it as a prop. The stories I could tell from fellow actors, the things we went through. We are close.

Thats part of an actors life. Another more unfortunate part for many actors is struggling with mental illnesses. Anxiety, depression, adhd and many many other things. A lot of people will be like who what actors. To name a few: Carrie Fisher, Robin Williams, Chris Evans. Those are actors I know for sure and have spoken on about it. Many actors turn to drug addiction or alcoholism to deal with their feelings because of how stigmatized mental illness is everywhere in the world and how resources are often an obstacle to find for any one. I know that actors struggle with these things there are many times where we have discussed such things with each other. Maybe its a period of time an actor struggles with their mental health maybe is for half of their life maybe their entire life. Either way many many actors come across this struggle, it is not necessarily a thing to be worried about, many actors keep acting because it keeps them in good mental shape. What i’m trying to say is to not freak out because of mental illness in actors or anyone really. Try to help them give them what they need, help them with resources if they ask you for it. Please reduce the stigma

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Season 7 Retrospective

Well, we’re between highly anticipated movie releases this weekend (for me, anyway), so it’s time for our annual look back over the season!

Good lord, the beginning of Season 7 seemed like so long ago. I could have sworn the Flurry Heart episode was last season. Maybe this has just been a really long year. Well...okay, yeah, I can certainly see why it would feel that way, given the year this has been.

With a rating of 4-9-13 (W-L-T), this season must have been better than the last one, even if it didn’t feel like it. Season 8 is forthcoming, so how long before Hasbro gives up and reboots the series again? Only time will tell.

So, here we are. From best to worst:

#1. “Secrets and Pies”: This episode was...good? Like, really, really good? Why? I don’t get it! I wouldn't be so confused if you guys did this more often! I swear, the next time this happens, I'm going to get whiplash!

#2. “Rock Solid Friendship”: To complement the really good Pinkie Pie episode, here’s an episode that was really good in every way except Pinkie Pie! They’re at exact opposite ends of the season, too. Maybe it’s an equivalent exchange thing.

#3. “Triple Threat”: I thought this episode did a pretty good job of avoiding the “why don’t you just tell them?” problem that virtually every episode of every sitcom runs into. We’ve already established that Thorax is a whiny little milquetoast weenie and that Ember is a heinous prick who doesn’t listen to anybody but herself. Hell, that was the entire reason for the conflict in the first place! Honestly, why would Spike try to reason with either of them?

#4. “To Change a Changeling”: If the monster hadn’t turned out to be a giant mole, the ending battle might have seemed a little more life-threatening. That, Starlight’s very, very stupid plan, and Pharynx’s abusive ass made this episode a little worse than it should have been. Apart from that, though, I liked it!

And now here’s the hardest part of the list: trying to figure out which “tie” episodes were slightly better or worse than all the others.

#5. “Once Upon a Zeppelin”: Yeah, Twilight’s parents were annoying (and idiots), but not to the point that I’m going to dread them ever showing up in any future episodes (unlikely as that is at this point). Plus, bringing back Iron Will actually seemed to have a point, and it helped that he didn’t have to “unlearn” his lesson from his first appearance just to make the current episode make sense.

#6. “Uncommon Bond”: This episode went out of its way to prove that yes, Starlight and Sunburst really do have only one thing in common. I would have expected the resolution to be the realization that the two of them liked more things than just that board game, but nope! Giant version! That’s it!

#7. “Daring Done?”: I was so distracted this episode that I forgot to mention that Pinkie Pie was actually acting like Pinkie Pie and not an annoying little shitbag! It was refreshing! But anyway, you’d think Daring-Do would have written enough books by this point to realize the obvious tropes this episode followed. The real challenge for her is going to be stretching this adventure out to novel-length.

#8. “Discordant Harmony”: I’m still not sure what made Discord think he needed to change a bunch of shit about his house to make Fluttershy happy. It looked the same way he made her house look every time he visited her. What did he think she was expecting?

#9. “A Health of Information”: This is the second episode in a row on this list where Fluttershy acted kind of like a doofus throughout the episode for no discernible reason. It also proved that unicorns are the solution to everything. Need to grab some moss from a swamp without falling in? Unicorn! Need to collect honey from the flash bees without going anywhere near them? Unicorn! Need to destroy an entire planet without breaking a sweat? Unicron!

#10 & #11. “Shadow Play (Parts 1 and 2)”: The first half fools you into thinking this isn’t just going to be a run-of-the-mill finale episode by promising you a halfway interesting quest before immediately giving you all the artifacts within a few minutes. Ha! Gotcha!

#12. “Hard to Say Anything”: I’d kind of hoped we were past the whole “two men competing for the trophy that is the personality-deprived female character” cliché, especially in a show designed for children, but I guess not. I mean, at least Big Mac and Feather do realize that’s what they’re doing by the end, but that doesn’t fix Sugar Belle’s “sexy lamp” issue.

#13. “A Royal Problem”: Has Twilight been of help to any friendship-related issues since she stopped being the main character? I think these episodes must be based on Twilight's memoirs, i.e. this isn't how things actually happened; this is how she remembers them happening. Here's what really happened during "Magical Mystery Cure":

Twilight Sparkle: So...I accidentally totally and completely fucked up my friends’ lives, but then I fixed it! That means I'm good at having friends, right?

Princess Celestia (sarcastically): Oh, yeah, you're a regular princess of friendship.

Twilight Sparkle: *gasp* Really?!

Princess Celestia: Oh, no, I didn't mean– Ah, crap, the music's already started. ♫ You've come such a long, long way... ♫

Princess Celestia (mentally): I've really got to stop using the word “princess” as an insult. This is the third one this week. I'm running out of castles! She'll just have to stay in the library until I can find another one.

#14. “All Bottled Up”: This episode is a perfect example of why the writers typically just don’t include characters in an episode if they have nothing to do in said episode. That escape room nonsense was just stupid. The six of you might be best friends, but you have never gotten along that well!

#15. “Celestial Advice”: Ugh, this one. “As a teacher, I have to send my student away. I don’t know exactly why I have to do that, but I’m sure I’ll figure the reason out later. Oh, wait, you don’t want to leave? Well, that changes everything! You can stay!” I think they were making this one up as they went along.

#16. “The Perfect Pear”: One of the emptiest “love” stories I’ve ever seen. This was an “attraction story”, if you can even call it that. This is another case where I’m positive that at least a hundred better fanfics had been written about this exact story before the episode was released. I get why people have headcanons about things now. Why wouldn’t you have a fanon when the canon is so...weak?

#17. “Honest Apple”: Once again, we have a brand-new writer for this episode. Kevin Lappin was very likely just given a slip of paper with “APPLEJACK = HONEST” written on it, which constituted the entire material he had to work with. That might explain why Applejack was such an unlikable prick for the entire episode.

Whoo... All right. Here we go.

#18. “A Flurry of Emotions”: If you don’t want to watch your kid (because, seriously, you’ve got better things to do), just show up at one of your relatives’ houses one day and dump it on them. They’ll have such a guilt trip that they’ll be glad to accept! But make sure it’s someone who’s completely unqualified for the job and has a mountain of other responsibilities first. That’s the best way!

#19. “Campfire Tales”: The fact that this episode was actually just a clunky setup for the finale might explain why all three stories sucked so hard. It’s this season’s The Mummy!

#20. “Not Asking for Trouble”: Now we’re going to get into the part of the list where I have to figure out which episodes are worse by balancing how much the episode irritated me in general with how toxic the moral is. Trust me, if your children’s show has a moral of “Do what you want to do for other people, regardless of what those people have explicitly told you not to do, because you’ll end up being right in the end. After all, people don’t know what they want!”, you’ve fucked up something awful.

#21. “Fluttershy Leans In”: I said in this review that this felt like the MLP version of The Fountainhead, but I only just recently realized that I also said the same thing about Season 5's "Canterlot Boutique". Given that the episodes were written by different people, this must be a storyline that creative types really like (even if it’s nothing more than a power fantasy).

#22. “It Isn’t the Mane Thing About You”: All right, you actually had a good idea with this one. Despite being the Element of Generosity, one of Rarity's main problems has always been her vanity. That means you pulled off the rare feat of making the moral both 1. something the character hasn't already learned in a previous episode and 2. something that a normal functioning member of society might not automatically possess. (There has been a distressing number of lessons in the past five seasons or so that don't fit one or both of these qualifications.) It's just a shame you crashed and burned so spectacularly by 1. turning the moral from “don't be vain” to “have confidence” (something Rarity has never struggled with AND which you have already had as the moral in MULTIPLE previous episodes) and 2. went about it in the most nonsensical way possible!

#23. “Parental Glideance”: This one was a little sickening. The “my parents are so embarrassing!” trope is bad enough, but you’re an adult, Rainbow Dash! Grow up! If the things your parents are doing embarrass you (or if they’re legitimately dangerous, like SHOOTING FIREWORKS OFF AT AN AIRSHOW), talk to them! You can do that without snapping and acting like a dick!

#24. “Forever Filly”: Holy crap, I have never wanted to punch a fictional cartoon character in the face as badly as I did in this episode. I don’t know what made Sweetie Belle act like such a little shit or why Rarity is so out of touch with her (seeing as Sweetie Belle would have had to have been about four to be into the stuff she was trying to do), but I hated this. Shove your black box experimental theater up your ass.

#25. “Marks and Recreation”: I got the sense from the beginning of the series that cutie marks were originally supposed to be something really deep and meaningful. I mean, they’re your passion. They represent that thing that you love so much and are so good at that you can spend the rest of your life doing it and wearing a permanent symbol of it on your body. Well, not anymore! Now it’s just some obligatory shit that you get because you have to and that doesn’t have any real meaning at all! Fuck you! Just...fuck you!

#26. “Fame and Misfortune”: Yeah, no surprise there. Holy shit, this was a painful experience. Like “Stranger Than Fan Fiction”, this was just embarrassing to watch. To quote somebody else, “...you don't get back at critics by attacking them, you do it by ignoring them and continuing to be awesome.” Hell, this episode's moral is contradicted by its own existence. “You shouldn't be affected by criticism of your work. That’s why I wrote this episode where all my critics are painted as raving lunatics and I am totally the victim!” The fact that this is the SECOND such episode is just pathetic. This one actually manages to be worse, though, because, unlike the earlier episode when it was just Quibble Pants being a dick, this one paints the ENTIRE fandom as either complaining whiners who hate everything or creepy stalkers who follow everywhere you go. Nothing says “we want you to keep watching” like insulting the few fans you have left right to their face!

Remember, next week is the review of the remaining six Equestria Girls: Summertime Shorts. Be there!

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