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[better-questionable]

Do not know if that trailer was real or not(I frankly don’t care at the moment) but if it is

Look at my guys! All three of the monkeys.

[dead-lights]

trai-lore!

because ya know. trailers. with lore.

i'll see myself out

but! before i go - I went and compiled all of the Vampires trailers I could find! I wasn't familiar with all of the shorts and I'm not 100% sure I found them all. There are a lot of contradictions, but aside from the gameplay trailer they can mostly be stitched together.

Also, I recognize I'm trying to wring blood from a stone, reading into things that EA never intended, but ya know. That's the point of exploring lore!

this is mostly validated by werewolves - Lily's dialogue confirms that Caleb was turned by Miss Hell, and the 7 years unlucky mirror confirms that Vlad ambushed her while she was brushing her teeth.

It looks like the bar Miss Hell attacks Caleb in is supposed to be in Forgotten Hollow. There are plenty of reasons he could've been there, but to me that implies that Lilith turned first, and he was there because that's where she hangs out now.

It looks like you're supposed to be able to see the normie parts of Forgotten Hollow from that cliff with the bench, rather than just more of the mountain. There's definitely supposed to be more than just those 5 lots.

I'm not sure if the person behind Miss Hell in the bar is anyone specific? they feel slightly familiar but I might be thinking of Leila Illes from island living, which came out afterwards.

It's unclear how Caleb ended up in the bathroom or whether he asked to turn - the animation is the same either way. In game, I've had a lot of success with both bat-form bathroom ambushes and the good ol' "ask for woohoo and then cancel the order as soon as you're alone together" maneuver so either is plausible. To me, it looks like she's reenacting her transformation, with her as Vlad, so she would've wanted unwilling prey. I've generally thought that Caleb followed her into the bathroom thinking he was going to get laid, but with that in mind it does make sense that she would've just ambushed him when he got up to pee (poor humans and their bladders can't handle their nectar). @charsimsalot has a lot of interesting things to say about how being forcibly turned would have affected Miss Hell in this excellent post about the apartment they built for the rebellious vampires!

That bathroom door is on backwards. I checked - that door only has a sign on one side. Maybe they really wanted to hammer home the point that this is a bathroom? the sink and toilet do a pretty good job of that...

Caleb is not a daywalker in this trailer - since this seems to show him in his earlier days, that 100% checks out. It takes 15 skill points to become a daywalker, which... yikes.

note: I know the sims is very gay these days but do keep in mind that vampires was released January 2017. Gay marriage wasn't fully legalized in the US until June 2015. It was a big deal that Caleb suave kissed a guy in the trailer!

fun fact: the song used for this, deadly flo, seems to be either very cheap or free to license. It is used in a few episodes of the Baking Championship franchise. Y'all, that franchise got me back into baking and directly inspired GOBC. I lost my absolute shit when I heard it playing! There are also parts of Holiday Baking Championship that sound suspiciously like the sims 2 theme... I kinda wonder if there's a simmer in their sound department.

Not really that interesting - earlier versions of their outfits/vlad's dark form. Lilith cannot actually turn into a bat in-game.

vlad bloodvein can use "deprive needs" (must be a master vampire at minimum)

brandy can turn into a bat (should be a minor vampire at minimum)

based on the view outside Brandy's bedroom window, it looks like the virtuous vampires might live in an apartment in San Myshuno?

vlad uses supernatural speed to collect figurines

Not very interesting - just Brandy and Elle eating.

↓↓↓ WARNING - jumpscare below ↓↓↓

lmao what

this one doesn't even seem real, but as far as I can tell it was in fact released as a teaser for the full trailer.

This is the official trailer - it lines up reasonably well with other lore. Also the song is so fun.

Most notably: this trailer shows that Caleb is the one who turned Inna. No context is given. Other promotional material & the in-game paintings show that she was a thrall, potentially for hundreds of years before Caleb turned her.

The exterior of the house where Caleb turns Inna looks exactly like Wolfsbane Manor. However, Inna's bedroom doesn't match any room in the manor. It looks like there is a nearly identical house where Widowshild Townhouse currently is, so either Inna was in that house, or Wolfsbane Manor has since been remodeled. It would be kinda interesting if Caleb and Lilith decided to buy Inna's old house when they moved...

When Caleb turns into a bat, he's in the graveyard to the left of Vlad's house. Maybe he and Lilith lived with Vlad for a time? It kinda looks like Vlad had a lot of vampires filtering in and out of his place.

Elle real horny. I wonder what happened to that guy - he isn't a gallery vampire but he shows up in a lot of the paintings. As far as I'm aware Elle doesn't show up in any paintings.

This trailer is an absolute mess. It contradicts enough existing lore that it shouldn't be taken as any sort of canon, but it's a decent source of inspiration to fill in the gaps, and I pulled heavily from it when I was choosing powers for the gallery vampires.

Elle uses her mist form (I checked the animations) - she must be a grand master. She can use Command.

Markus Crow has supernatural speed - must be master+

Lilith is using a computer at the beginning of this, which feels weird because this is supposed to be at least 50 years ago. That said, technology doesn't advance in the sims, so, sure.

This makes it look like Vlad just broke into her house and turned her like he did with Miss Hell, but to me Lily makes it sound like Lilith was a more active participant: "I remember when my cousin, Lilith, first told me she'd met a fascinating man named Vlad. After that, she started spending a lot of time "training" with him. I thought she meant they were workout buddies. It wasn't until later that I found out she'd been lured to the dark arts."

Lilith's bed is a reward from the painter career - not sure if the implication is that she earned it herself?

I can't really see outside Lilith's windows, but it does kinda look like Forgotten Hollow? Which doesn't make a lot of sense to me - why would she and Caleb have to move to Forgotten Hollow if they already lived there? That said, that isn't Lilith. And that isn't Caleb. This was from when their names were Gina and Raylan.

Note that "Raylan" doesn't have the good vampire aspiration, and his traits are completely different. The others aren't quite the same as the gallery sims, but at least they still have the same names.

Looking out the window, it looks like the Virtuous Vampires are in Forgotten Hollow with everyone else. In one of the shorts, it looks like they live in a big city. I'm not sure which I like better!

Lilith is used as the example for supernatural strength. While she doesn't actually have that in-game, this is part of why I like to make her fitness 10 brute with vampiric might.

Elle continues to be real horny. Who is that guy? I like the implication that they had to go get it on as bats because Vlad was taking a nap and they couldn't fuck in his coffin :(

Bonus! While this isn't a trailer, exactly, it's a promotional blog post from Vlad's point of view and it is the best. Every last part of this makes me happy, from Caleb and Lilith ganging up on Vlad to Vlad referring to sparring matches as "epic duels" (or, in this particular case, what seems like a pretty good training sesh for Caleb).

Nothing about Lilith makes it seem like she doesn't feed on people except a) her household description and b) this post. That said, those two things about as primary as canon can get.

Vlad claims to own 100 gray coats

Vlad only fought Caleb. There could be so many reasons for that - was Caleb the one who made the challenge? Does Vlad not want to fight his offspring?

Vlad claims that the Encyclopedia Vampirica is mostly based on him. Make of that what you will.

Second bonus: Did you know that Vlad has a normie cousin??? There was a bit of promotional content for seasons involving the Climate family. This is that time they invited Vlad over for Harvestfest.

Please let me know if I missed anything! There's a lot of material out there, much of it no longer available on EA's site, so it's definitely possible there are things I didn't find.

[loveinhawkins]

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It’s quiet for the whole day. Eddie wakes up mid-afternoon, sees that a doughnut has been left for him in a paper bag on the coffee table. It takes a few minutes more for him to realise that it’s still just the two of them in the house—that Steve must’ve told everyone not to call, not to come over.

Eddie’s chest almost hurts at the thoughtfulness behind it—but he’s not surprised by it, not now. Not since he saw Steve in the RV keep the volume of the radio down low, even as the clock in his head grew ever closer, just so his friends could sleep a little longer.

And the quiet means Eddie, too, can just… stay. Rest.

He’s glad of it, even though a part of him thinks it’s stupid—that save for that terrible night, this might be the most exhausted he’s ever felt. He’s not even done anything, but his body still aches, like he’s only just finished running from the trailer park.

There’s the ghost of pain at his knee, as if his brain has finally remembered a past hurt. He thinks of Nancy telling him that he fell. “I was so scared you wouldn’t get up again.”

Steve seems to understand implicitly. He does most of the fetching of food and drink, and when Eddie tries to protest, he doesn’t make it a big deal, just says that he wants more practice on the crutches; he phrases it in such a way that it sounds like Eddie is doing him a favour rather than the other way around.

“Hey, check it out,” Steve says, halfway from the couch to the kitchen. “I can really move on these things now.” And he very briefly swivels in place on the crutches, as if he’s leaning on dancing canes instead.

Eddie snorts, feels a rush of fondness. “All right, cool it, Fred Astaire.”

For dinner, they eat defrosted spaghetti bolognese from Joyce. Eddie teases Steve when he notices that he can twirl the pasta perfectly around his fork.

“Sorry, what the hell is that, Harrington? We in a goddamn commercial right now?”

Steve elbows him. “Shut up or I’m stealing your portion.”

It’s kind of unnecessary, for them both to be sharing the one couch. Neither of them bring that up.

-

When clearing away some of the VHS tapes, Steve finds a notepad that doesn’t belong to him. He scans it with interest, then chuckles.

“Oh my god, look at this.”

He beckons Eddie to look at one of the pages.

Eddie leans in. The page is covered in writing, to the point that the white of the paper is almost invisible. The handwriting keeps changing, too, never the same on each line…

And Eddie realises that this has been written by the kids—all of them.

It acts as a log, of sorts: them recording their impressions of each musical watched while staying here. El has drawn a wonky cluster of five stars for The Sound of Music—has signed it with her name and a smiley face.

In the margins, Eddie can see them voting on whatever they want to watch next, laughs as he comes across Dustin and Erica bickering:

Erica picked last time! You’re not allowed an opinion, Dusty-Bun

But there’s more than just talk about the movies. Part of the page has been separated by solid lines in pen, forming a box. What’s written inside is much neater: updates on Steve’s progress in the hospital. At the bottom of the square, Eddie recognises Dustin’s handwriting instantly—cramped and hurried, like when he’s excitedly jotting down details during a campaign.

He can come home!!!

When Eddie glances over at Steve, he’s still looking down at the paper, smiling like it’s some art project he wants to stick on his fridge.

“They’re so stupid,” he says, and so clearly means something else. He carefully sets the notepad aside. “I kinda want to frame it.”

They lie on the couch in comfortable silence for a while. The sight of the kids’ writing reminds Eddie of the pencil marks he saw in Steve’s poetry book, evidence of him underlining particular lines.

“Hey, did you—uh, did you always like poetry?”

Steve gives him a sideways look, smirks slightly. “What’s up, you doubting my credentials? Did your ‘Munson Doctrine’ say I can’t read, either?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “No, I was just…” He leans on his elbow, turns further towards Steve. His voice quietens in sincerity. “Just curious.”

Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Um…”

And huh, there’s that thing you do, Eddie thinks.

It’s like Steve has to prepare himself for honesty, work up to it. He thinks of that walk through the woods, being startled at the sound of Steve running up to him. “Eddie. Eddie. Hey, man. Uh… Listen, I just, uh… I just want to say thanks.”

Eddie remembers not knowing what to do in the face of an awkwardness that he didn’t expect, not from the likes of Steve Harrington. But more importantly, he was struck by the fact that Steve was so genuine. That once he got past the stops and starts, he meant every word, felt it deeply.

“It was in class, actually. It was… uh, we were looking at a Sylvia Plath poem?” Steve’s voice rises uncertainly at the end even though he’s not asking a question, and Eddie somehow knows then and there that he’s never told anyone this before. “Can’t remember the title, but um. Honestly? It stuck with me, ‘cause… kinda reminded me of my parents. Like, their marriage.”

Eddie opens his mouth. Shuts it. Then says, delicately, “Not the best omen.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, no kidding. Uh, that aside, there was like, a rhythm to it. I like when stuff… repeats, y’know? Hold on, think I can remember the last…” His hand reaches up to bat the top of the couch in time with his words as he recites, a touch reserved, “My boy, it's your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.” A tense little shrug. “Guess I’ve got a thing for last lines.”

Eddie thinks of I was much too far out all my life/And not waving but drowning. 

In the ensuing silence, Steve looks like he’s very subtly holding his breath—as if waiting for Eddie to show one hint of discomfort. Like he’s ready to instantly regret speaking.

So Eddie keeps his tone light, says, “That’s… kind of fucked up, man. Very niche though, I approve.” And he feels Steve relax—his good leg touching Eddie’s, thigh to knee. He senses that it’s safe enough to joke a little more, adds, “You should start a support group or something.”

“What?”

Eddie mimes holding a microphone, affects a news reporter’s grave tone. “If you have been affected by poetry, we advise you to call—”

“God, you’re so dumb,” Steve says, grinning. “You know when you did those, like, bits at lunch, y’know, all the voices, I used to think, Who does this asshole think he is?”

Steve’s voice is warm, so Eddie just tries to quip back, “Pretty sure you and half the damn school thought that.” He’s joking, he really is, but he can feel a little wisp of bitterness slip through despite himself.

And Steve must catch it, because he suddenly looks a bit contrite, replies quietly, “Not like that.”

Steve’s eyes flicker down to the left in thought—and there he goes again, Eddie thinks. Working up to something.

“I knew part of your deal with D&D was, like, storytelling, right? And you… I dunno if you remember, but the school used one of your short stories as… an exemplar? It was anonymised, in one of those study packets they’d—”

“Oh, those,” Eddie says. “Never read ‘em.”

Steve chuckles. “Well I could tell it was you. ‘Cause it was freaking nuts, man, all these like, myths and heroes, and it just… God, I kept thinking it came so naturally to you.” He shrugs again, more bashful. “Guess I was jealous.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “You were?”

Steve smiles as if to say Well, what can you do? “I applied to college, like, for writing and stuff.” His smile turns self-deprecating as he says, “Didn’t get in, obviously.”

“Huh,” Eddie says thoughtfully. “What did you wanna write about?”

Steve laughs. “Uh, don’t think it was your scene, man. No dragons or… Just kinda. Ordinary stuff? Like, basketball games or—”

“Basketball games,” Eddie echoes with an impish little smile, and Steve elbows him in the ribs.

“Not just basketball, you dick.” But he’s still smiling as he says it. “Or, I s’pose, yeah, basketball but, like, it’s also about something else…? Normal things, but… more, I guess. I don’t know, man, you’re better with words, I just—”

“You know, I don’t think that’s true,” Eddie says quietly, privately recalling, “Whenever I looked at you… all that shit… never touched you. You just stayed… you were so… lovely.”

“When all of The Upside Down stuff started,” Steve continues, as if he’s not even heard Eddie speak, “for a while, it was… it was all I could think about. Y’know, it was like one of your stories, just… like, fantasy. Unreal. And obviously, I couldn’t just… like, can you imagine if I filled my college application with all this shit? Just asking for someone to…”

Steve makes a slashing motion across his neck, and Eddie winces slightly at how his fingers graze the scar there.

There’s a lull, and then Steve gives a little sigh, speaks again.

“I don’t even think I finished my application properly, it was kind of a blur. Just sent it off ‘cause, well, I had to at that point.” He crooks an arm behind his head, blinks pensively. “Guess all of… uh, everything, sorta… stole my words.” He huffs with another one of those self-effacing smiles. “God, that sounds dumb.”

Eddie tilts his head from where he’s resting on the arm of the couch. Looks at Steve, his side-profile, the thoughtful curve of one eyebrow. Thinks that he gets it; that sometimes there are no words for something like this.

“No,” he says honestly. “It doesn’t sound dumb, Steve.”

Steve breathes in and out, relaxed and easy. His chest only stutters a little, a remnant of… before. His knee presses further against Eddie’s, as if in silent gratitude.

“Do you remember…” Steve starts, and there’s already laughter in his voice; he’s still looking up at the ceiling as if whatever memory he’s thinking about is being projected on there, like a private cinema. “Remember when… y’know, that English class, last period. When we had to read, um, a play. Williams something?”

Eddie thinks. “Oh. A Streetcar Named Desire?”

Steve clicks his fingers. “That’s the one. We were made to read it out loud; it took forever. And you—” He laughs up at the ceiling again, joyful creases around his eyes. “You kept talking over the girl that got Blanche’s part, do you—?”

“Didn’t know I made such an impression,” Eddie teases. He vaguely recalls completely overselling a breathy Southern Belle accent—definitely remembers getting sent out of class for being ‘a disruptive influence.’

Steve turns his head to the side, glances at him. Grins. “Hey, I thought you were a riot, man. Least you made it come to life with how you, like, delivered everything. Everyone else made it sound so boring.”

“Well.” Eddie manages an imperious flick of the wrist, feels a sudden heat to his cheeks. “Guess no-one else appreciated my talents, huh?”

And even though Eddie’s being flippant, Steve replies, with all sincerity, “No. They really didn’t.”

-

Eddie doesn’t know what time it is, when it happens. Just knows that it’s growing late, that Steve’s quietly flicking through a magazine next to him—that nothing is happening, but his mind has apparently decided to freak out anyway.

He reluctantly gets it, though; has kind of suspected that perhaps he’s just been staving off the panic from last night, that maybe that’s why he’s felt drained all day.

He grits his teeth against the feeling, tries to keep quiet.

But maybe Steve notices precisely because of his attempt at silence. Suddenly the magazine has been dropped, and Eddie feels a hand around his wrist.

“Hey, are you—? Shit, your heart’s going like crazy.”

Eddie screws his eyes shut. “Yeah, m’fine. It’ll pass. Th-think it’s just—” He shudders out a breath as Steve’s fingers stroke over his pulse point. “Just. Last night, it was—the first time I’d driven… there. Since. Y’know.”

“Oh. I’m—”

“If you apologise one more time, I’m gonna push you off the goddamn couch, Harrington, and then where will we be?”

“Uh. Well, I’d be on the floor?”

Eddie laughs shakily—from the way Steve squeezes his hand, knows that that had been his aim.

-

It does pass, eventually. Eddie manages a deep, proper breath in and out—feels, embarrassingly, a bit like he’s run a marathon.

Steve finally lets go of his hand to pick up a thicker blanket from the floor, drapes it over them both. The warmth gradually makes Eddie sleepy. He loses track of time. Doesn’t know when his eyelids become too heavy to open.

He hazily feels a hand in his hair, Steve’s fingers working in little absent-minded circles, like he’s not even aware that he’s doing it.

“Gonna f’ll ‘sleep,” Eddie mumbles, “if y’keep tha’ up.”

Steve’s hand stills for just a moment. He hears Steve sigh out a soft, “Oh, you’re so tired,” like he’s fretting a bit. He resumes playing with Eddie’s hair, and this time, while it’s still gentle, there’s more of an intentionality to it.

Eddie thinks he turns his head into the touch, but he’s honestly not sure. Feels somehow both weightless and heavy. Wants to lie on this couch forever, so long as Steve’s here. 

“Tell me something,” Eddie says, does his best to enunciate. He wants to linger in this cosy in-between for just a little…

“Hmm? Like what?”

“Um… wha’ kinda…” Eddie yawns. “Wha’s your favourite thing to read?”

Steve is silent for a little while, long enough for Eddie to jolt out of an unintended half-sleep when he does say something.

“What were your stories about?” Steve asks.

Eddie yawns again. There’s so much he could say, but long, rambling sentences feel far out of his reach. So he settles for, “S’bout… coming home, in the end.”

“Oh,” Steve says, then, “I like that.”

“Steeeve,” Eddie sings through another yawn. “Wha’ ‘bout you?”

“Oh, um… I s’pose… I like stories where people are… lost, I guess. And then they’re… not anymore. Or maybe, they’ve been… like, searching for something without realising it.”

Have you found it? Eddie thinks, his thoughts slipping away on a wave of sleepiness. Have you found what you’ve been looking for? 

He drifts off before he can ask.

[quillyfied]

Alright, reacting messy and all over the place to this trailer, LET’S GO:

Okay, strong opening: hooded figures (one of whom is checking his watch, which is hilarious, but the skin of the hand also looks red, so probably demons?), red background (good argument for Pride), Blitzo getting IMP out of dodge and then IMMEDIATELY crashing the van, good for you bud I’m so proud (but not as proud as I am of Moxxie chewing Blitzo out without a single “sir” thrown in there). Couldn’t begin to guess when this takes place, but since the van is crunched up later during a bit that is, I am 99% sure, Ghostfuckers, then this is probably Apology Tour. Hooded figures might not have anything to do at all with the gang running for it.

FIZZ THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A SEX TOY THAT IS TOO BIG. I’m not sure if you’ve found it but it’s close :P Lots of fun little clips, though Moxxie dodging a blue fire explosion in Lust doesn’t look good.

DHORKS AND CHERUB WORKING TOGETHER I KNEW IT I HECKING KNEW IT I’M SO MAD I NEVER MADE A POST ABOUT IT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SO CERTAIN OF IT FOR MONTHS NOW. AAAARGH. AND I CAN’T PROVE IT!! But look at Collin, he looks so unsure compared to the other two. Poor guy. Okay, Blitzo is leaving a card of some sort in front of Agent One, and he’s using the crystal, so this is very much giving me Mastermind vibes (or even Sinsmas, if it's after the conflict and this is just Blitzo messing with them now). Humans being able to open a portal to Hell…that ain’t good!

Something coming at the gang from…looks like their office? And it’s round and spiky…could be whatever it is that’s making them go on the run, whenever that is (Apology Tour is my current guess).

CLETUS IS IRON MAN NOW.

(Listen I’ve been having visions about Blitzo being on trial for stirring up so much crap in the human world that it’s started to have repercussions in Hell so the fact that there seems to be a meeting or trial of some sort later having to do with Stolas is making me think maybe I’m a prophet. I’ll maybe explain more later in a different post but dropping it here bc it’s part of my thought process right now.)

Blitzo why did you give your fake ID such a rack and then neglect it as part of your human disguise XD I’m disappointed in you, babe. I’m also wondering what in the unholy hell a demon wants with a haunted house on Earth (and if that’s Leviathan like many people have been speculating, what is A DEADLY SIN doing in a HAUNTED HOUSE on EARTH???). (Also that is the single most awkward angle of Blitzo of all time, why on earth is he wearing white leggings because if he was naked we would be seeing some pixelation here…unless imps can retract their junk, which I’m open to.)

Ooh, quick shot of Loona operating a machine gun in Lust! Nice! (Hey quick Q where’s Blitzo in all of this??)

Helloooooo, Vassago! Excited to meet you! Really looks like there’s some sort of trial or meeting in Pride and Stolas might be either the topic of discussion or literally on trial, and it wouldn’t surprise me at all to have Andrealphus trying to get Stolas demoted or something similar without Stolas even being there. So Vassago actually wanting him present looks good on him for now. But this is a trailer, things can be misleading, but anyone who looks that fed up when dealing with Andrealphus can’t be all that bad :P Thinking this is also during Mastermind, or possibly Sinsmas.

Okay, first really significant shot I’m noticing of short-sleeve Blitzo makes me think it might be Full Moon, because he’s sort of off to the side while the focus is on Stolas talking about how this transactional thing between them isn’t right anymore. Though. Hmm. Stolas is in full regalia for this. And there’s a shot later of short-sleeve Blitzo trying to go for Stolas’ hand and winding up outside (portal? Didn’t seem like it) and Stolas is in his robe when that happens. Musical number with metaphorical sequences? I am jumping in here to correct myself bc I forgot that Stolas’ fancy cloak and romper are both red. Heck. Why does this show only have two colors XD

Sun/moon seems to be during Apology Tour, if that’s when Stolas and Verosika are on a stage together.

And short-sleeve Blitzo with a Dankee Candle, good on you man XD (that’s been one of the more compelling arguments for short-sleeve Blitzo being during Sinsmas, not Full Moon, because gift-giving, but the bits of deep conversation that keep happening with Blitzo in short sleeves sound very much like a conversation that needs to happen during Full Moon and I can’t imagine they’ll wait an entire season for it).

Now the heart-rending bit that’s definitely during a musical number with kiddo Stolitz and then grownup Stolitz, currently voiced over that heart-stabbing “you think you can toy with our feelings because we’re smaller and less important” monologe from Blitzo, it’s FINE I’M FINE (Though…looking really closely…I am not sure if that’s when that monologue occurs? The mouth movements ever so slightly don’t match up. But animation technically has some leeway when it comes to that kind of thing.)

OKAY CALLING IT NOW, TEEN BLITZO AND TILLA SCENE IS DURING GHOSTFUCKERS. I don’t even think it’s a flashback, I just think Blitzo’s brain is being fucked with and he’s seeing his mom and visually reverting back to a teenager. The carpet behind Blitzo and the lighting are mostly what I’m basing this on. Also how fucked up would it be if Blitzo sees a ghost of his mom only for it to reflect his internal monologue about how terrible he is back at him, amirite :P

Okay sassy short-robe Stolas is Apology Tour, calling it now; he and Blitzo have “we’re about to hatefuck” energy off the charts and Stolas in particular is being so bitchy and petty-looking. And angry. And kinda sad. Am I ready for their breakup era to be full of bickering? Yes. Yes I am. I’m also skeptical that the smile that’s on Blitzo’s face during Stolas’ sarcastic little bow is going to be the expression on his face when the episode comes out, but I’m ready to be surprised.

HELLOOOOOO NURSE! YES TODAY SATAN! (Deeply curious about who’s the disgrace, have a current bet going on whether it’s Ozzie or possibly even Stolas, but I could be pleasantly surprised and it’s Mammon :P) Pretty sure the trial/meeting is happening during Sinsmas, actually, it would be too funny to call an episode that when introducing a new Sin. Also short moment to appreciate that Mammon brings fidgets to meetings, of course he does. My guy. My dude. Also his reaction is what makes me think Satan is talking to Ozzie, because Mammon would have no reason to look that gleeful at anyone but Ozzie.

WHERE DID BLITZO GET THAT SWORD THO. (AND ALSO HOW BADLY IS IT ACTUALLY GONNA FUCK UP ANDREALPHUS’ WHOLE DAY BECAUSE THAT’S DEFINITELY ANDREALPHUS ABOUT TO COME DOWN ON THEM LIKE A SACK OF FROZEN HAMMERS) Blitzo trying to protect Stolas, kill me ;A; Stolas looks like he’s in regalia, though sans cloak or hat…why is he at Andrealphus’ place, and why is it looking like he can’t fight back? Stripped of his powers, maybe? Anyway this is Sinsmas, no doubt about it, it’s got season finale energy.

If the haunted house guy is actually Leviathan, I have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Why is IMP in Lust getting attacked by CHERUB/DHORKS? I have more questions.

“Everyone’s shitty, we live in Hell!” Valid, but also, cop-out.

I’m very curious about what is making Blitzo make that face, because it’s not the cake; it looks like Verosika is cutting it but then she’s also sitting next to him on the railing where he’s sitting, so…? Anyway, it’s Apology Tour, and can I just say how EXCITED I am to get to know more about what happened with Blitzo and Verosika and maybe see some closure for them both on that front? Because YIKES their dynamic means there is a good, juicy story behind it. But also, Blitzo why are you wearing a bloodstained sheet?? (Presumably to sneak around but why did he choose THAT OBJECT, is really my question.)

Millie fighting possibly possessed Blitzo and what appears to be a flashback to Millie and Blitzo’s first fight (could be a time skip but it makes more sense for it to be a flashback given Millie’s hair and Blitzo’s fashion) (side note but dammit why are they both so hot) let me know something new about myself, and it’s how very, very much I want to see Millie and Blitzo kicking the crap out of each other XD Blitzo and Moxxie got to spill their guts in a drug-induced hallucination; I want Blitzo and Millie to fight each other bloody. They’re bonding and sharing deep intimate feelings, guys :P

And the Millie voiceover where she’s telling Blitzo how much he takes from others? Probably during whatever weird hallucination (PLEASE be a hallucination) involves Millie with tied wrists, a branch in her hair, and a ton of glass sticking out of her eye. Ghostfuckers, perhaps? Would make the most sense but how much stuff could that episode POSSIBLY have, oh my word.

(Short-sleeved Blitzo dropping a ton of paperwork on Moxxie also makes me think that’s his date outfit for Full Moon; can’t do this mountain of paperwork, sorry Mox, he has a daaaaate)

Panning to Verosika at the part when she gets to “and leave them worse than when you found them” holy HELL

“Do you feel any remorse for the things you do” yeah somehow I think that’s aimed at Blitzo, y’all. Just from what we’ve seen of Stolas in that particular robe and his general expressions and actions that whole time, and the fact that he seems to be talking to Blitzo (if not an imagining of Blitzo) the whole time. But it panning to Andrealphus about to go super Saiyan does make me laugh super hard actually (bc NO THAT BITCH DOES NOT).

ENTIRE MOMENT OF BREATHLESS SILENCE FOR OCTAVIA CALLING STOLAS OUT. It’s been so complexly beautiful to watch this show not shy away from how much self-hatred and low self-worth hurts loved ones too, and especially to watch that play out with how Octavia and Stolas’ relationship is changing and hurting from Stolas himself changing and hurting, but to have it called out so bluntly really makes me wonder what in the high holy heck is about to happen and when this conversation takes place. I have a horror that it’s during Mastermind or whenever the trial/meeting is, because perhaps Andrealphus and Stella manage to turn Via on Stolas and tell her that whatever is about to happen to Stolas is deserved or for the best, but. Uh. Hmm. Hmmmm. (Because all of Stolas’ power and possessions passing to Via doesn’t mean that Via is old enough or prepared for them and giving them to her would put all that power somewhere that is potentially much easier to manipulate/control, but I have a lot of thoughts about how Stella feels about Via and how that colors how Andrealphus treads around the subject of Via when talking to Stella about her and it’s not for this trailer reaction.)

(Apology Tour involving not just apologizing to Verosika, but to Stolas, too? I can only hope, though it’ll be far from simple; I don’t think Stolitz is going to sort out their issues and get together fully this season, but I’m hoping for some steps.)

(Also PLEASE can we get some Stella development that maybe sheds some dimension on her spoiled brat personality)

VIA SONG VIA SONG VIA SONG VIA SONG (maybe about her own magic and her life and how it all kinda fell apart so fast even as she’s growing up so fast poor girl)

Pretty sure the mirrors shattering thing is happening during the Stolas Apology Tour song, but we’ll see. Gosh there’s gonna be a lot of songs this half of the season.

Millie getting a short is such a good thing for her as a character, but I also love that she’s getting an episode with Blitzo, because out of everyone at IMP, I’ve been waiting for her to be the one that Blitzo has a major breakdown in front of; seems like Ghostfuckers is going to give me my wish! I don’t think she’s gonna coddle him or be overly sweet about it, but I do think she has a way of getting through to him and handling him in a way he wouldn’t let Moxxie do and couldn’t handle Loona doing either. Tough love but sweet? Idk man. Unless this is the moment he starts getting possessed. Who knows.

I am SO CURIOUS about who is going through the movie of Blitzo’s past traumas where he ruins the lives of everyone he loves; I’ve heard speculation that it’s haunted house dude, which would match up with Blitzo having a nervous breakdown in Ghostfuckers, but I dunno.

Oh that soft Blitzo look from under the bloodstained sheet. Oh that happy smiling Stolas that I’m now more convinced is taking place in the same general episode, if not sequentially after each other like that. Blitzo goes from looking so miserable to maybe looking more hopeful. Or perhaps yearning. I’m not sure how to interpret the expression, it’s just really heart-wrenching okay. And Stolas is wearing the same outfit as he is when he’s onstage with Verosika so what even IS this episode.

The very businesslike way Stolas says “Thank you, Blitzo” before he softens up makes me think THAT is what’s gonna finish up the Full Moon argument, but it does make me wonder what on earth Blitzo says that gets Stolas acting the way he does in potentially the very next episode.

Overall it’s a well-produced trailer that I’m sure we’re all going to be dissecting frame by frame for a long time! Whee!

[boybandbaby]

I'm Not The Only One Part 2

Summary: The aftermath of your enemy Steve telling you that your boyfriend cheated on you.

Word Count: 2387

Note: Not revised. Part 1 here

As you walked up to Matt’s door, you were afraid of what might happen. You desperately wanted to speak to Robin about what happened but then Steve dropped a bomb on you. Instead of worrying about the Friday incident, you were not concerned your boyfriend was cheating on you. You really hoped that Steve was just being his usual asshole self, but the way he said it and the look in his eyes told you he was being sincere. So here you were, at Matt’s doorstep, knocking pathetically.

After a few moments that felt decades long, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend. His smile grew when he saw you and you nearly melted at the sight. “Hi baby,” he reached out for you.

“Baby?” You shook yourself out of your trance. “I’ve been calling you all weekend. Where have you been?”

“I just thought maybe you needed some time to cool off from Friday.” He shrugged. “You were really mad at me.”

“I think I had the right to be mad.” You scoffed.

“I mean come on Y/n, we’ve been dating for a month and you still haven’t let me kiss you.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

“Is that why you were kissing another girl after I left your house?” You question. “And don’t lie to me.”

“Look, Annalise called me to hang out and yeah we kissed but we’re not getting back together or anything. We can just forget it ever happened.” Matt reached a hand out to you.

“Are you insane? It may seem like no big deal to you but it is to me. That’s cheating.” You slap his hand away. “You’re unbelievable really.” You turn, heading back down the path. “Oh, and Grease is overdue, idiot.” You slam your car door as you finish getting in.

The first thing you can think of is to go see Eddie. You know his weird antics and personality can cheer you up in a heartbeat. The drive to his trailer is filled with the noise of sad ballads and your sleeved hand constantly wiping your eyes. Why were you crying? Matt was definitely not worth it and you knew that but you couldn’t help feeling worthless and unwanted.

As you park outside Eddie’s trailer, you look into the mirror and sigh. Your eyes were red, your hair was a mess, and your skin was sticky with old and new tears. You see Uncle Wayne on the porch, “Eddie, your little friend is here!”

You chuckle at his words and grab your bag before stepping out. Eddie rushes down the three steps and opens his long arms to engulf you. “Hey, come ‘ere.” He says quietly. You immediately enter his embrace and wrap your arms around his waist. “He’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed and lean your cheek against his chest. 

“You staying for dinner kiddo?” Wayne asks and you nod. “I’ll be heading to the store for food them. Be back in a bit.” Wayne gives Eddie a look.

“Let’s get you inside.” Eddie smiles and pulls you inside. “I can show you the new guitar strap that Dustin got me.”

-

Steve had called Eddie as soon as you left the store. He had filled him in on the entire situation.

“Okay so we’re going to go kick his ass right?” Eddie had told Steve through the phone.

“Eddie, you’re her friend. You have to do it.”

“Okay but you’re…meatier. I’m skinny. You’ve seen me shirtless. I need backup.” Eddie states. “Plus, someone has to comfort Y/n and I know it is impossible for you to be nice to her.”

“Hey, I can be nice.” Steve whines. “I was nice today.”

“Only because you had too.” Eddie snorts. “Look, you go kick his ass and I’ll go comfort Y/n.”

“I’m not kicking his ass alone Eddie.” Steve rolls his eyes. 

“How about neither of you kick his ass and both of you just go check on Y/n.” Robin adds, holding a box of new tapes. “Y/n is plenty capable of kicking Matt’s ass by herself.” 

“That’s true.” Steve laughs. “Well, I don’t think she’ll want to see me so… Eddie just take care of her okay? Let me know if she needs anything.” He ends the call after a few more moments, saying goodbye to Eddie.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” Robin laughs. “So so bad.”

“Robin.” Steve scolds. “I’m just being nice because she’s going through a tough time.”

“This could be what you need to start dating her. Swoop in to be her knight in shining armor or whatever.” Robin’s eyes light up. 

“Alright, that’s enough out of you.” Steve shakes his head, “I’m going on break.”

-

“So what did you tell Steve when he told you?” Eddie asks, sitting on the floor, rummaging through an old storage bin. You look down at him as you lay on your stomach across his bed, flipping through a magazine. 

“I mean, not much really. I basically interrogated him on what he saw and tried to verify if it was the truth.” You shrugged. “I seriously thought he was playing a joke on me.”

“I know he’s mean to you but not that mean. I think he likes you honestly.” Eddie bites his lip. “Imagine you and Harrington.” He ponders, “actually I think I almost threw up.”

“Shut up.” You toss a pillow in his direction. “He doesn’t like me. He can barely be in my presence. He said I was the Wicked Witch of the West, ya know?”

“If you’re the bad witch then I must be Glinda the good witch, huh?” Eddie raises a brow.

“Absolutely not. You have the hair to be Dorothy though.” You laugh. 

“I would look good in red sparkly heels and we both know it.” Eddie flips his hair off his shoulder. “But seriously, Harrington’s got the hots for you. He was all like,” Eddie switches his voice to mimic Steve’s. “‘Take care of my beautiful, wonderful future wife Y/n’ and ‘let’s kick Matt’s ass to avenge Y/n’s sweet soul’ and the best one ‘let me know if Y/n needs anything. And I mean anything Eddie.’” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

“He did not say any of that, you weirdo.” You toss another pillow at him. 

“You’re going to be pillowless in the next five minutes.” Eddie stands up to hit you in the head with the pillows, then stands a seat on the bed in the most obnoxious way making the entire bed bounce. “Remember when I first introduced you to the group? You thought Steve was cute. You even asked if he was single.”

“Which he technically wasn’t with all the dates he was going on.” You roll over onto your back. “I don’t know Eddie. Steve is cute but the past two years of bickering kinda just made me not really find him attractive.”

“Yeah yeah, I bet you’ll be dating or fucking by the end of the year.” Eddie lays beside you. “There’s so much sexual tension between you guys.”

“I hate you sometimes.” You laugh. “Let’s go see if Wayne needs our help.” You sit up and climb over him.

-

You had decided it would be a good time to thank Steve for looking out for you. It was Friday, only four days since you found out about Matt from Steve and confronted Matt yourself. As you walked up to Steve’s door, you remembered the last time you were here and how Steve had yelled at you. Maybe this was a bad idea. As you reached the porch of his house, you thought better and decided to just give him a call instead of your original plan. You turn back and start racing back to your car when you hear the door open.

“Y/n?” You hear. Your body freezes and you really wish you could just disappear.

Without turning around you reply with a quiet “Hey Steve.”

“You okay?” Steve asks, stepping out onto the porch after grabbing a jacket hanging near his door. “Did you just get off of work?”

“Um yeah, I just wanted to stop by to thank you.” You slowly turn around, scolding yourself mentally for not changing out of your uniform before coming to his place.

“Are those flowers? For me?” He points to the small bouquet in your hand. “You got me flowers?”

“Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to bring over. Robin said you were laying off the sweets so I didn’t bring any desserts over. I’m sorry this is stupid. I just wanted to say thank you for being so kind on Monday and throughout the week. I know you asked Eddie and Robin to keep you updated on me. I’m fine now. Really. So thank you.” You rush out, turning to leave. “Oh wait, here.” You turn back around and shove the flowers into his chest. “Bye. Thank you. I’m sorry. Bye.” You hug your body and run back to your car. He’s quicker than you, shutting the door just as you open it.

“Do you want to come in?” He searches for your eyes. “You look cold. I can make hot chocolate or something?” He offers, unsure. “Only if you want.”

“You sure?” You squint your eyes and meet his.

“Yeah, I wasn’t busy or anything. Just making some food.” He smiles softly. “There’s enough for two.” 

It’s his smile that has you immediately locking your car door and following him into his house. He waits for you to step inside his house before going in himself, like a gentleman. He shivers as he takes off his jacket. 

“I’m supposed to put the flowers in water right?” He sets the bouquet on the counter. You had momentarily forgotten about the flowers. Your cheeks flush with heat and somehow he senses your embarrassment. “You know, no one has ever gotten me flowers before? I don’t even think I have a vase.” He mumbles as he searches the cabinets. “You okay? You’re quiet. You know you can have a seat.” He looks up to see you still standing near the entryway to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be awkward.” You laugh.

“You’re not.” He assures. “We haven’t had a good relationship so it makes sense why this is weird.” He smiles again and holds a red tinted vase he found under the sink. “I found one.”

“Let me help you.” You offer, holding the vase as he runs the water. “So you’ve been on hundreds of dates and not one girl has given you flowers?”

“Surprisingly no. I guess it’s just the whole gender roles and norms. I hope I didn’t embarrass you, I was just surprised.” He turns the faucet off.

“Well, I’m glad I got them then. Robin wasn’t much help. She wanted me to get you a funny greeting card. There’s not really a card that says, ‘I know we hate each other but thanks for saving me from a potential shitty relationship.’” 

“I guess that’s true.” He shrugs. “You know I don’t hate you right? Slightly dislike but not hate.” He nudges your arm as he takes the vase and places it on the counter.  

“It sounded like you hated me when you told me to get out of Hawkins.” You start to unwrap the flowers. “I was never trying to replace you Steve. I just wanted to be part of the group. I hope you know that.”

“I still regret saying that to you. You looked so sad but instead of apologizing I just… I don’t know. I guess I thought it was better to be mean to you then accept the fact that the others liked you. I don’t know how much you know about me but I’m usually home alone and other than my friends, I don’t have anybody.” He says honestly, voice laced with sadness.

“You have me?” You offer. “Like moving forward? We could be friends. We can hang out without the mean comments and stealing my snacks.” 

“Even after everything I’ve done? You’d still want to be friends?” He looks down to his slippers. “I was a jerk.”

“Yeah you were. Especially by calling me a witch.” You laugh. He looks up at you and thinks it’s music to his ears. “I’m sorry for saying you have no heart and that you were a coward. Both of those aren’t true.”

“So I still have no brain?” He fakes being hurt. 

“I mean you can be pretty stupid.” You smile, “like that one time at the fair when you got the hot pickle and immediately spit it out because it was spicy.”

“I thought it was like, going to be hot in temperature.” He defends. 

“Who eats a warm pickle? Pickles are meant to be eaten cold.” You argue. 

“Yeah yeah, that was pretty stupid.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know, I regret not taking up your offer to ride the ferris wheel that day.”

“I saw that you wanted to go but no one would go with you. You kept looking up at the wheel and the lights of the rides made your eyes look so pretty. I just had to ask you.” You scoot closer to him, your sides touching as you busied yourself with separating the flowers. “But then you rejected me!” You nudged him this time.

“I’m sorry!” He covers his face. “I’m really sorry. Not just about that but everything else.” He says more quietly. 

“I’ve already forgiven you, Steve.” You start rearranging the flowers into the vase. “We’re good now. Promise.”

“Good.” He smiles down at you. “You hungry?” 

“Starving.” You step back to look at your work. “They look so pretty.”

“Yeah, they do.” Steve agrees, though his eyes are on you not the flowers. You turn to look at him. 

“You’re pretty too, Steve.” You bite your lip and take a seat at the kitchen island to distract yourself from the butterflies erupting inside your stomach. What was happening? You thought. How’d you go from hating each other to flirting?

Steve knew once he told Robin about his night, he wouldn’t be hearing the end of it. Enemies to lovers? Maybe, he was a cliche. He really didn’t mind that idea.

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[annetictac]

Like I used to watch you sleep Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 3

It had been three years almost four since they had broken up, two years since he had last been in the same room as her – accidentally of course – and one hour since he admitted he had been avoiding her since that morning at his trailer.

“It’s not as if I check if she’s going to be at every race-”, he excused himself taking a big gulp, training be damned. “Just big events, it’s not like I was invited to the music events when we were dating, they probably didn’t know anything about me”.

“Yeah now you are showering with MTV invitations,” Daniel joked shaking his head. It was true that their socials hardly ever combined being from two different fields. The only time they had, he had kept himself at a distance, one of the firsts events he had been invited with Kelly. And though he had seen her get up stage to receive an award he had hardly been near her. “I mean I imagined you were somehow avoiding her at the beginning – don’t we all?- , but I thought you had heard the songs and maybe they touched a bit too close home”.

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve heard some, the more popular ones, but well…” he admitted nodding, rubbing his face frustrated. “There’s this little moment when we go to the states … you know they always like to invite as many stars possible or bring someone for an event or two that I think she might come, but … it hasn’t been the case”. He understands now the mixture of dread, relief and disappointment he would usually feel when they gave him the program – the only one he would ask with time in advance for the whole year. 

“Well, what do you expect?” Daniel counters. “I doubt she would just drop to see how you are, if she doesn’t know she’s welcome. I could ask Geri…” Max’s eyes double in size.

“Are you fucking nuts?” he snaps. “And I what, introduce her to Kelly?”

“I’m not saying that, idiot,” the aussie snaps back quickly. “Talking about Ms Piquet… what’s the deal between you?” Max shrugs.

“We are ok, I guess,” Max mumbles, eyes focused on his drink.  

“Really?” Dani scoffs. “Heidi said she didn’t think so”. Max looks up and they battle for some minutes before he sighs in defeat.

“She wants a kid, I’m trying to ..” Max huffs and rubs his face. “Avoid the conversation? The subject all together?”

“Mate,” Dani begins but Max glares and his stops.

“I know,” Max concedes. “I have to talk to her”.  They drank in silence for some minutes, not sure how to continue.

“It’s been what four years?” Max looks up confused. “Since you broke up with her,” he begins, scratching his moustache. “Maybe the whole pending conversation one front is making you see others that might not have been as closed as you liked? As many psychologists I follow on Instagram, perhaps some self – sabotage?”

“Maybe,” Max replied shrugging, another old fashion gulp. He winced at the bitter taste. “I just…” He begins but doesn’t find the words. “Sometimes I think about what could have been if I hadn’t…”

The doorbell rings repeatedly, probably Lando arriving two hours after being summoned.

“Lando doesn’t know right?” Daniel checks as he walked to his front door. Max shakes his head and Daniel makes signs of zipping his lips.

“Hello bros!” Lando greets giving a high five to Daniel who receives it with half of his enthusiasm.

“We were about to fall asleep,” Max replied dryly.

“That’s because you’re old old men, it’s like ten for crying out loud!” Lando cheekily replies. “Old fashion?” he asks once he approaches the improvised bar. “See? Old old men!” he announces victorious. “Where’s the vodka?” Daniel sighs, avoiding quoting ‘too old for this shit’. He pulls out a bottle he gained from Mazepin a few years back that one smell could knock you down.

“Comes with warning,” he explains seriously, taking out small crystal shot glasses.

“Well, what are we celebrating?” Lando questions as he serves generous portions for the three small glasses, taking a curious sniff before buffing. “Fuck, this is strong!” Daniel nods in remembrance.

“Celebrating?” He returns.

“Yeah! Did Max get renovated for 20 years, even if they have to chain him to the car?” The youngster adds gathering courage for the shot. He takes it quickly, wincing and airing his tongue. “Damn!” he manages to screech. Daniel hoots, Max joins him, less thrilled, shaking his head and playing with the brim of the small shot.

“Nop,” Max offers. “We are just being old men reminiscing the good old days,” he continues as he considers taking the shot, but finally pushing it away. It’ll be difficult to explain to Kelly why he arrives drunk home when he has a debrief early in the morning. It will be worse to explain to Christian.  

“Gosh, reminiscing, what an old thing to say,” Lando says jokingly. “Anyways what could you be reminiscing about? World champion for the second time and the season is not over,” He raises one finger as he continues to number “…great car – if the rumours are true, and you can tell me I’d only tell everyone at McLaren – Kelly’s smoking…. Her personality evidently is very importante and she’s just not a body- hello?, should I continue?” he rambles not paying attention to Max’s glare or Daniel trying to hide his snickering.

Silence takes place as Lando steals Max’s shot, cursing in low breath at his pour choices, while Daniel joins with his shot.

“Dudes,” Lando begins in his very best American accent. “If distraction is what’s needed, and vodka is rejected,” shot glass nodded in Max’s direction. “I shall have to follow one of the bests distractors known to modern society… gossip!” He climbs one of the stools, refreshing everyone’s drink quickly.

“Paddock gossip?” Daniel wonders wriggling his eyebrows.

“Nah, that shit is dead now,” Lando rejects quickly, stabilizing over the stool. “I should probably have something to eat with this… I’m starting to get dizzy,” he stumbles out of his chair grabbing the first bag of chips he finds.  He takes a handful and tries to eat them all in a bite. It takes more minutes of awkward silence while Max and Daniel wait for him to resume what he knows. He swallows exaggeratedly taking a small sip of the glass closest to him – Max’s watered down old fashion-. “So, as I was saying, did you watch Anna Pearsons’ documentary last night?”

Before he said this, Daniel had mimicked the young driver and had his mouth full of chips, that he half spit when Max’s ex’s name came to the table.

“Hear me out! Hear me out!” Lando continued quickly misunderstanding Daniel’s reaction. He took out his phone and began browsing his phone quickly “I didn’t watch it only because she’s hot! Which of course she is, I would say yes even if she only wanted me to follow her around to give her bottles of water. She’s one of the biggest song writers active right now, has broken many records and she’s in all an important character of our generation!” Max gives him a look that he once again misunderstands. “OK ok, but I think she will be! And look look!” Remote in hand he turned on the tv now in synch with his phone to immediately put a talk show neither Daniel nor Max recognized.

Max had not seen the rest of the documentary the day before, Penelope had woken from her nap and he had been playing with her for some of the afternoon while Kelly left with some friends for dinner leaving them for an early night. She had joked with him that he had to wait for her for them to finish it together. He had nodded with no intention of following through. He had no intention of finishing it, not pleased with the pitch in his stomach that had taken residence in his chest since he had first seen Anna on TV. It had taken him years to stop feeling the knot after they had broken up, he felt incredibly weak and stupid for feeling like this over an exposee of his ex-girlfriend. What would his father think.

“And also, apparently she’s single!” Lando added pressing play, breaking Max’s thoughts. “Was it this one?” Lando muttered to himself.  

“I mean she wrote to him what’s probably the most romantic album of our generation! Am I supposed to believe that love exists after this?” A young commentator said in disbelief. There are about six people seating in a room, most of them younger than Lando, only a women in her forties is at the middle acting like some sort of moderator.

“How could he do this to her?” Another asks.

“Men are assholes!”

“Wait! Wait,” an older female reporter interrupts the talk. “No one has said who left who, we only know that Roberto waited ‘til the end of the first part to be dropped before saying anything, which yes is a little sketchy” she tried to reason. “We don’t have anything that says what happened between them, Ms. Pearson’s team has not given any statement. There will be no crucifiction of character while I’m on the show”.

An image of Anna wrapped around a tall, wide brunet came up. “--- in fact, this is the only official confirmation we ever had they were even together”. A series of no more than ten photos of her and tall dark and handsome apparently actor showed consecutively through the back of the show. It ends with a capture of an Instagram post that reads something along the lines they had broken  up and the asked for the press to leave them alone. Dani snorted besides him.

“It is so douchy! They have never talked to the press about them and now he gives a f** (a bleep interrups) communicate without sharing it with her first?”

“We still don’t know if they talked it previously!”

“I mean she wrote songs that we call classics!” The first of the commentators returns to attack.

“Even if they were not for him, even if as she says she inspires from many situations not only one love, dude we are talking about the girl who sang the Can’t help falling in love rendition not breaking eye contact with him,” Another interrupts.

“He was the actor hired for the rendition, of course she had to stare at him!” Another counteracts.

“Rumours say they had been together as far as 2019,” A snort scaped Max, because that little he knew wasn’t true. “So even Last Kiss could be his!”

“And she was the one who made them hire him!”  The older reporter’s face revealed to feel the chat was going out of control, keeping herself out of the latest exchange of opinions when Lando stops it.

“This one isn’t helpful,” He mutters as he checks another video. “I saw a good one yesterday that spilled all the dish!”

“I loved this album because I gave myself the licence to write from different perspectives, to return to my beginnings,” Anna’s voice comments as a photo of a girl – her – no older than 10 was in a big desk writing away. “I used to write stories before I wrote songs and now, I feel this album is honouring that”. She raises from the chair and the camara gives a bigger plane of where she is. A quick assistant hands her a guitar once again. “This is an old one, but a good one…” She begins strumming.  

“We were in the backseat,

Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar…”

 “This one is good,” Lance muttered in drunken appreciation. She kept playing in the back, camara closing the frame around her face and the top of the guitar.

“I hope I never loose you,

I hope it never ends,”

“Lando?” Dani interrupts, half amused looking at the younger pilot’s infatuated face and noticing Max was paying attention too closely at his ex as if she had been in his living room instead of his TV. Lando hummed confirming he was listening. “What’s the dish?”

“Oh she’s probabily going to be main artists in one of the F1 european stops,” Lando rambled breaking the spell of the situation.

“What?”  Max splutters.

“Yeah probably second half of next season,” He continues. “Apparently they are backing her to some old contract they had with the company that represents her”.

“Oh!” Daniel huffed. “I doubt after the last time she would be so willing to come back”.

“You are old! She came like four years ago, apparently it was a two-year contract that she summoned some clause to break it, they have been delaying and she only has ‘til next year before penalties”.  

“Maybe she prefers the penalties?” Daniel snickered not missing Max’s face at the news. Lando however drunk he was, his eyes narrowed information being processed.

“What do you mean?”

Max openly glares at Daniel.

“What happened?” Lando continued skipping between both older drivers to see if something scaped. Then he got lucky, Max was avoiding staring at him and Daniel was having a field day. “It’s not like you two …. Dated right?” Then Dani couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing. Max’s face was all Lando needed for confirmation. “Nooooo!” He cried almost falling from the stool. “How the fuck did no one know?” Lando’s eyes seemed ready to pop outside. “Shakira has barely showed twice and we all knew she and Lewis are a thing”.  

“It’s not like no one knows, it was winter break, we ar- were very discreet and … Christian knows, Dani knew,” Max shrugged, knot tight. “It didn’t last long”.

“You fucking bastard!” Lando cried slapping Max on the back not sure if congratulating him or in envy, taking a quick shot. “Dani dude, you can’t have shit like this at home!” He turned to Dani sniffing the half empty bottle with fake disgust.

CHAPTER 4

[gefdreamsofthesea]

I would like to post some spoilery thoughts on Baldur's Gate 3 but I have no idea where tumblr makes cuts with long posts anymore so I'm just going to ramble about non-spoilery stuff at first and tag stuff and hopefully everything will work out. Honestly if you're reading this and you don't want to see anything that might potentially be a spoiler you should click away.

Playing BG3 felt like playing Dragon Age Origins with Inquisition's graphics and better hair (so many hair options). I remember there was a big deal made wrt how NPCs would react to your character (or as Yahtzee from Zero Punctuation says "HELLO YOU ARE AN ELF!") and there's a lot of that here as well. In my case I was playing a tiefling so NPCs kept rudely referring to my character as "hellspawn" or "devil spawn". I suspect if your character is human fewer NPCs will call you names, that's the tradeoff for being nerfed I guess.

Even on medium settings the game is very pretty. I just like walking around in the world, listening to my companions insult each other.

I'm really enjoying the combat system. D:OS made turn-based combat a challenge with all the environmental effects and enemies who weren't afraid to use them. The enemies in this game will not hesitate to climb things to get a height advantage, cast grease and then set it on fire. If they get a surprise round you might as well reload because bare minimum you will start the battle very injured.

Okay so I want to talk about spoilery bits.

Okay so monster designs. I've always thought mind flayers were kind of goofy (also why are they basically responsible for everything wrong in the multiverse let a different creature have a turn) but then I played the intro to this game and they are fucking terrifying. One design I absolutely loved was the hag. I love that she has very obvious fey features. For some reason some folks think hags are fiends, they are not, they are evil fey. Also her boss fight was a bitch. I am also very concerned for the lady walking around Baldur's Gate with her zombified husband and will have to remember to check on her. Also the three seconds of drider in that one trailer, holy. shit.

There are a bunch of NPCs I wanted to be able to invite to camp but especially Abdirak the priest of Loviatar: 10/10 would let him beat me up again. I would not mind the chance to beat him up and steal his slutty, slutty armor though.

I found it a bit funny that after spending the entirety of Act 1 running around looking for a way to deal with the tadpole in my head the best temporary solution turned out to be....a Ring of Mind Shielding. It's only temporary, mind you, you're character's just potentially been through so much shit to get to that point.

Wild theories! I feel like there will definitely be an ending where you become a mind flayer. The game makes a point of telling you thd tadpole is getting stronger if you use it (I avoided using apart from that mandatory time qnd and then maybe twice more?). I'm thinking divine intervention might be necessary but the Absolute cult probably knows what's going on so maybe not. I'm really looking forward to confronting Cazador with Astarion in particular.

Also Larian give the people what we want and let us fuck a dragon.

[sofiiel]

I Remember You | Part One

Eddie x Fem!Reader Post S4 - Time Skip | Sort fic (probably) about 3 parts.

WARNINGS: Angst. Reader suffers from alcohol + drug abuse. S4 is only semi cannon in this fic. There will be eventual smut in later parts. Use of Y/n (not too much, I think?).

A/N: Based off of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" | The songs : Far From Home : The Sweetest Chill : Taking Over Me : Walking On Both Sides : Cirice : Corrode : Oceans.

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You haven't been the same since the spring of '86, eight years ago. Somewhat of a late bloomer and a few years behind your peers in heading out into the great big world, you decided to finally let the man you'd been crushing on for well over four years know how you feel.

It was becoming to listen to him talk as you worked together at the old auto shop. You almost felt like blurting it out, but it was a scary thought. In your eyes he was this beautiful creature, and you felt very plain.

But these would be your final months in Hawkins before college. You needed to tell him soon, or you might never get this burden off your chest.

You planned to leaving a note for Eddie in an envelope near his usual work station. However, as fate would have it you happened to run into him at near RadioShack and Melvald's that morning.

Eddie was checking to see if they had Walkman's in stock, as he'd broken his previous one. Popping by before school. While you were heading to Melvald's snagging items for lunch before heading off to your first job down at Enzo's.

Between the small talk, you decided to pull the envelope with a mixed tape and mini confession asking him to meet you at the lookout point over the quarry, if he understood what you wanted to say, if he'd hear you out.

When you exited Melvald's, Eddie hastily exited RadioShack. Leaving his purchase at the cashier for a moment. You could tell by the look on his face that he'd opened that envelope, and that he's read that letter.

You could feel your stomach bubble and your palms sweat. An unfortunate occurrence as he reached out and carefully stole your hand. Eddie looked through you with a sincere gaze and sheepish smile, "I'll be there around, Ten." He said. Explaining that he had a long DnD session, how it was the end of the campaign.

A campaign you'd heard much about during your shared shifts. You eagerly let him know that works out just fine, and wish him luck with his campaign before heading off to work.

And when ten o'clock rolled around, you waited at the quarry.

Eddie never expected he'd have Chrissy Cunningham as a customer that day. He couldn't have dreamed that his co-worker had a crush on him either. This year would be a good one, an old crush remembering who he was? More so, hitting it off well?

And potentially being asked out by the sweet woman he worked with?

Though, Eddie also never expected to be taking Chrissy to his trailer to complete a more risky drug deal. And he certainly didn't expect the horrifying adventure it would lead him down.

Still, you waited hours at the quarry before giving into the idea that you were either stood up, or his game ran well over the estimated time.

You'd see him tomorrow at work, you could talk about it then during your break.

But Eddie never showed up to work.

And then the news stories, followed by the hysteria. Hawkins thrown into madness. You did what little you could to help in Eddie's favor, refusing to believe what the media told. Helping Wayne Munson post his flyers.

Then the earthquake, and still Eddie was missing.

Days turned into months, and eventually the town was evacuated "radioactive activity" causing spores and fallout. You left Hawkins, and with many questions, disappointment and a heavy heart pursued college and a career.

You graduated, and after years of avoiding the little town of Hawkins; Years of relationships failing and struggling to find work in your desired career, you finally return to Hawkins.

Your best friend, Vickie was having an unofficial wedding, and she'd need all the support she could get. Having grown up together and knowing how traditional her parents were, she'd need someone like family there at the small, secret ceremony held at her fiancé's best man of honor's house.

It was a lovely ceremony filled with mostly Vickie's wife's friends. A lot of names you'd heard of before, names that brought up why you'd avoided Hawkins for so long.

Fate has never cared for you much, you've never been the lucky sort. After many failed jobs and even more failed job hunts. You land a well paying job in Hawkins...in your field at that.

Forced to stay, you rent a small cabin out by lover's lake, and try not to think about the cabin that rested nestled away just across the lake.

The winter days pass slowly, until March 20th 1994; the groundhog had spotted it's shadow just the day before. You'd trudged through your front door after a night of drinking with Vickie, Robin, and Steve.

It seemed all three of you aimed to drink away the memory of the day for many different reasons. It was a somber visit to the local bar.

With unsteady feet, you wobbled your way through the living room, dropping your purse on the couch. You stumble through the dark into the kitchen, making a large ball jar of water and guzzling it.

You refill the glass, and head for your bedroom, stopping by the bathroom and gather your morning quick fix supplies; A bottle of aspirin and a packet of alka-seltzer before heading off to bed.

After all, you did have work in the morning.

Though you would find little sleep that night for the gentle rapping against the door.

It was the night of March 20th.

Rat-tat-tat-tat

Something echoed softly into the night, causing you to stir from a dreamless sleep. You turn over in your bed and hug your pillow as your stomach turned.

Rat-tat...rat-tat...tat

"Sssshhit!" You cursed, throwing your blanket high in the air, far from your bed. Your feet hit the carpet hard as you fled, bounding towards the bathroom.

"Not gonna make it to the bowl" You thought. Snatching up the emergency bucket, holding it up to your face, you let your stomach purge itself.

You grimace as the distinctly orange spew within from the nachos at The Hide-Out.

"Ugh...why do you always look?" you asked yourself, sickened. You dumped the contains into the toilet and flushed it away, rinsing the bucket in the bathtub.

Rat-tat-tat rat-tat

You fall silent, you'd thought you'd heard a sound in your sleep. However, you'd ignored it as a hint of dream. The odd realm of being neither asleep nor awake. Yet there it was again.

"Where is it coming from?" You asked yourself. Getting to your feet you wander about your house in search of it.

Nothing, all fell quiet and with a sigh you headed back to bed. At least your stomach felt better.

You retrieve your blanket from the floor and snuggle into bed. You needed to sleep, even at 1 AM the 20th would still be there until you awoke to the morning sun. It would still be the 20th until which time your alarm clock shouted at you, and you'd had your morning coffee.

And you wanted little else than for the 20th to pass.

Dreamless sleep took hold once again. Between the gap of time, a sound broke through.

Rat.....tat.....tat...tat

More muted than before, the weak rapping coaxed your unwilling eyes open. Breaking your much-needed slumber.

You look towards the window, "it's likely a moth against the glass," you told yourself, "or pesky teens with little else to do." you grumbled. Groaning, you heave your body out of bed and to the window to investigate.

No moth in sight, must be kids bored on the first night of spring.

Opening your window, you call out, "ha, ha. Very funny, now kindly stop and let me sleep!"

You linger, listening and scanning the indigo world outside, illuminated by the half moon, you saw and heard nothing.

"You were dreaming." You murmur, heading back to bed. Sitting at the edge of your mattress, you open the drawer to your nightstand and gather two balls of cotton, stuffing them into your ears. Hell-bent on achieving a few more hours sleep.

Though through the white tufts clogging your ears, you could have sworn you'd heard a muffled whisper of your name. As if whispered on the wind, through a creaking branch of the trees, to in the song of a lonely cricket in the corner of your room.

Your dry straining eyes, exhausted, flutter open. A hand searches inside the pillowcase, slipping see a folded piece of paper.

You can't open it, you can't stand to look at it. "Maybe if I tear it..." you pondered. A thumb unwittingly rubs the paper , you are unable to bring yourself to rip it. As it left a sour reminder, knowing his face is there inside the paper's creases, gave you a bittersweet comfort.

You listen to the faint sound of your skin caressing the paper, and with a sigh you shut your eyes. One more try.

But it was not sleep that took you, rather unconsciousness.

Eddie glared at the ceiling above him, standing next to an empty bed covered in a busy blanket with tacky tassels pillows. It was the home he'd been hiding in for the last handful of years.

He'd long given up on the lake house or home. The gates were gone, and no one seemed to hear him in the early years.

The upside down was left empty and slowly dying around him. The monsters were dwindling, all that is, but a single monster who refused to wane. This realm, this pocket of the upside down, would soon become nothing. Eddie dreaded the thought of it.

But it seems luck finally decided to tease him.

For many months, lingering above him was a familiar voice, the veil between up and down was thin in this place. He could almost see her. A faint and blurry shadow above him, like looking through a dirty fun house mirror.

For the longest time he could not remember her name, but he knew her voice. Eddie couldn't remember a good many things lately. Everything was fading slowly.

He could remember faces, voices. He could remember how he got there. However, the names to said faces and voices were fading. For those who wasn't close too, he could scarcely remember the way they sounded.

But with her, he could see her face clearly in his head and remember how her voice sounded in his ears when she spoke to him. He remembered they were friends, co-workers.

Eddie remembered he felt like he could tell her anything. Except, that is, telling her that very thing itself.

"She heard me." Eddie muttered. "And she's drunk again, too drunk." he said. From what he observed recently, it wasn't unusual for her to drink like a fish. He'd yet to see her this bad off.

Eddie climbed onto the bed, a broom stick in hand. He poked its tip towards the ceiling where he looked up, peering down at her face. "You can't sleep like that," He shouted.

Shouting wasn't a problem anymore, for nothing was around to hear it.

Poking lightly at her shoulder, Eddie shouted, "Come on, I know you hear me-"

The broom stick hit the solid ceiling, and Eddie's view of her had vanished.

"Shit" he whispered, falling down onto the bed. Rolling off of it, Eddie rushed to the phone, dialing. It was an old trick he'd tried before in hopes of reaching someone on the other side.

It worked once, for a moment with his uncle. Though on average, all the people heard was static. He'd heard Her share her phone number with.... Vickie, yes that was the name, when she'd first moved in.

Eddie clutched the phone, and while it's ringing was quiet, the ringing from above was loud.

"She's sleeping right through it." Eddie mumbled. Pulling the phone away from his ear, he pressed a finger to the button, hanging it up and dialing again.

He would have to try someone else and hope he could break through somehow. Dustin, Mike, Lucas the phone never made a sound on his end.

Nancy, Robin, and Gareth, it rang but not fore long.

Then, Eddie finally broke through.

"Who is this? Do you even know what time it is, asshole?" Steve's voice growled groggily. Eddie exhaled in relief. "You need to get up and check on Y/n. Like now." Eddie said.

Though above his voice came through distorted, words only sounds vaguely making sense. But the feelings made it through.

Steve slammed the phone down and shuddered. For a time he simply gazed at it, rubbing his eyes. "It must have been a crank call." He said slowly, "Just a crank call."

Looking towards his clock, Steve frowned, "Y/n was wasted, I should call and make sure she gets up for work." He thought, reaching for the phone, Steve dialed.

The phone rang, but no one answered, "Of course." Steve sighed, hitting redial.

Five attempts in and Steve hung up. He groaned and got out of bed, slipping on his shoes and grabbing a jacket. He would need to go over to her house and make sure she hadn't drunkenly fallen asleep in the tub or fell and knocked her head.

Or slept through her alarm.

Upon arriving, all knocks went unanswered. Steve reached above the door frame and knocked down a spare key. He gave his head a shake, mimicking Eddie's reaction from the other side.

"Jesus, anyone ever tell her that's as bad as hiding it under the mat?" Steve murmured as he slipped the key into the door and turn.

"Yeah, used to hide the spare to the shop under the old empty flower pot outside the door. Told her it was bad...it's probably still there." Eddie answered, though he could not be heard.

"But hurry it up big guy, she's out, out." Eddie urged.

Steve opened the door and stepped inside. "Still smells like twenty pounds of carpet freshener." he murmured, closing the door behind him.

"Y/n!" Steve called out, "get up, or you'll be late and very fired." he said, making his way to the back of the house.

Eddie followed him from below, through the hall and into the bedroom. He could hear Steve, the veil had not weakened again and he could not see them.

"Come on, show me something" Eddie thought, biting his lip and wringing his hands. This was the one place he could see the world above, it was the one person who he could hear talk and the fact it was her; he wanted every second he could get.

Eddie's eyes darted across the decaying ceiling above him, at the drying, darkened vines.

"Then you'll rant at Vickie about it, and she'll fret to Robin about it, and I'll hear it for the next month, and they'll send me to help you job hunt." Steve ranted on, leaning over he shook Y/n lightly. "I'm terrible at job-"

Steve's voice caught in his throat as he watched her, that was four good shake, and she flopped about like a fish on a line. "Hello!" he shouted, clapping his hands together near her ear. A glance around the other side revealed the ick on her pillow and around her mouth.

He pulled away the covers, he bounced on the mattress, he tried to tug her arm.

Nothing was working.

Running a hand through his hair, Steve tried to calm himself. "Ok, think." he whispered.

Eddie cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting, "Pinch her, real hard, like it's St. Patrick's Day, and she forgot the green!" He then listened, and heard little movement. Eddie climbed onto the bed, "I said-" he started to shout.

Steve didn't know where the thought came from, but hesitantly he gave Y/n's arm a pinch, a long one. With a gasp and a whisper of a yelp, she stirred.

You awoke with your head feeling like a beaten gong. A bitter taste in your dry mouth, and your forearm felt like a crab claw had a hold of it.

With dizzying vision, you rolled over to glare at the new source of pain.

In a groggy slur, you questioned, "Steve?" your voice was raspy, and he was hardly able to make out that it was his name.

"How much did you drink last night? You shouldn't be shitfaced, it didn't look like that much." Steve fussed.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, you tried your best to answer him, but a dry heave spoke instead. Steve hopped away in panic as you wretched, moving his feet out of the line of fire.

Fortunately for him, nothing came up.

"I'm a lightweight," You mumbled, words falling all over themselves.

Eddie crossed his arms, and frowned. "Four shots of vodka yesterday morning before getting dressed, she's got a flask of whiskey hidden in the nightstand which she sipped on while getting dressed. Had two beers and three of the little airline bottles for lunch. Two more vodka shots before walking to the bar!" Eddie called up.

"Steve, she's swimming in it!" he added.

Steve watched you with wide eyes, "That would have been nice to know beforehand...you were fine at the wedding..." He said.

You side glanced, You'd avoided your usual amount of liquor that day for Vickie's sake.

Your head was hazy, but you knew enough to know that you were a mess at this moment. If only for the look on Steve's face.

Trying to convince him, you attempted to stand, "I'm, I'm good. Really, I'm okay, see," you stated, but within seconds teetered and fell back on the bed.

Eddie listened to the squeaky springs.

"I'll call your job, you can't go in like this." Steve said, reaching for the phone.

"No! Don't do that. I just need some coffee and a cold shower." You reasoned.

Arching a brow, Steve's eyes narrowed, "you can't drive like this."

"Of course not! I'm not crazy! You dumb-dumb. I'd walk," You slurred, "I always walk." came in a whisper.

"What was that?" Steve asked.

"Nothing" you answered.

With a sigh, Steve checked his watch, he would need to be down at the police station soon. "Alright, I'll go make the coffee, I guess. You just, stay here." He said hesitantly leaving the room.

You sighed and hid your face in your hands, "No one's supposed to see you like this." you whispered to yourself.

"Oh!" Steve called, popping his head back in the door.

You nearly jumped out of your skin and looked at him wide-eyed.

"You don't get in the shower until you can stand without falling over." He ordered, pointing at you.

"Yes, officer Harrington," you sang dryly.

Eddie exhaled in relief and plopped down on the mattress, he dragged his hands down his face and tilted his head back. "I know I don't remember much these days, but I don't remember you being this way. Ever." he murmured.

Then again, it'd been so long. If he hadn't taken to keeping a diary, he'd not even remember what year it was or what month.

"I wonder what happened to you." Eddie said, voicing his thoughts into the cold, stale air. At the very least, this would keep you home for a little while longer. Which meant he had company until you could leave the house.

"It'd be better if you hadn't just poisoned yourself." Eddie said, side glancing, "you probably need a hospital."

"Can't do this anymore, they may cart me off to the ER next time and then the world will know." you thought, crawling into bed to lay on your side.

Steve reentered your room, carrying a novelty mug of coffee, black, no cream or sugar. A long scowl was on his face, "Maybe you had more than I thought, this room wreaks of booze, either that or you blew chunks all over." Steve sighed.

He handed you the cup, and you sat up to drink.

"More likely that..." you murmured, taking a sip of the piping hot coffee.

"Nice. Gross." Steve groaned looking about the floor, but it looked clean.

Steve's stare made you squirm, "He suspects something at the very least." you thought while continuing with your coffee.

"Well?" Steve asked.

You glance up confused, "well?" you parrot carefully.

Steve scoffed, "Thank you? Might be nice." He said, "I got up an hour early for this."

"It would have been" Eddie said, jumping into a conversation he couldn't really be a part of. Somehow, it made him feel better.

You laughed a bit, feeling lighter. You looked at Steve with a grateful smile, "Thank you." you said.

Steve cast you a bewildered look, "You're weird sometimes, you know?" He asked, though he tried his best to offer a smile as well. He was more than sure, whatever excuses you had, last night you got wasted on purpose.

And for a reason he could understand well.

"I'll stay until you can prove you can walk, just lay down for a bit." Steve sighed, heading out of the room.

"Where are you going?" You asked.

"You think you're the only one who needs Coffee? Besides, someone's got to tell Vickie you're flat on your ass." He called back.

Finishing your coffee, you flopped back on the bed, gazing at the ceiling.

Eddie exhaled again and closed his eyes, "don't make this a habit, I can't always get through like that." he said. As he opened his eyes, the veil had weakened again, and he could see through that dirty mirror above.

Eye to eye with you, he smiled to himself. "You don't know I'm here, but...hi." He spoke with a little wave of his hand. Eddie busied himself by laying there, watching and listening to your back and forth banter with Steve and all of his lecturing.

Remembering the good old days of working at the auto shop, stealing half of your pudding pie or a stick of gum. Drawing on your face with oil that'd gotten on his clothing.

The fact that the memory was vivid, bright and loud brought a grin into his eyes.

Time spent sitting atop the junk cars on breaks and talking about the type of day the two of you had survived. He didn't envy your job at Enzo's, and you never failed to let him know you did not envy him being stuck at Hawkins High still.

Eddie's feet wiggled as he chuckled, remembering how he'd like to bug you at the cashier, or you coming to him unsure of what car bit a customer was trying to buy.

His smile faded, and his hand slipped into the pocket of his jean pocket, he pulled out a ruined mixtape. One that he'd only had the chance to listen to once before.

The faded water damaged, blood splattered tape still faintly reading "Psst, Hey Munson." in tiny caps.

Eddie held the tap above him, his heart hammering a little harder. With a frown fixed in place, he sat up, tucked the tap into his vest pocket and walked to the wall. He balled his hand into a fist.

Rat-tat-tat

You heard softly from your room. "Again?" you whispered.

"Hey Steve! Was that you?" you called out, as Steve went to refill his cup.

"Nope, cup already poured. You're drunk Y/n! Rest it off!" Steve called back.

Below, Eddie sighed, "Gotta think of a better way to let her know." He then murmured quietly, "If you even can." Eddie was unsure of how much longer he had. His wounds were long healed, but he'd scavenged everything he could from alternate Hawkins.

The upside down offered spotty electricity which allowed some food products to survive over the years, then there was the long shelf life items. Bottled waters. But after eight years, those were all dwindling.

Eddie gingerly touched his rib cage, he could feel the bones closer through his skin. Dropping weight now. Scarcely using the few shavers he could find just to keep his beard from reaching his knees. Keeping several scissors for the day when the shavers ran out.

He also had a plan B, Eddie had no desire to waste away in a slow, agonized death. "I'd rather not," He thought, looking towards the night stand. Her flask and his pills, same drawer, a dimension apart.

Eddie wondered if her flask shared the same purpose, just much slower.

"I hope not." He said, knocking on the wall once more.

Rat-tat-tat-tat

There it went again, you glared up at the ceiling. "Maybe it is the alcohol." you murmured, closing your eyes. Resting them for just a moment.

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[cptn-m]

One Piece chapter 1101 review

I'm very pleased to finally see full colour schemes for all the Vegapunks. Sure, we got a hint at their intended appearances with the vol 106 animated trailer, but I'm glad Oda found the chance to circle back around and give us his vision by his own hands, because there are some differences. Putting this next to the Strawhat outfits and environments on the vol 106 cover and you can see that Egghead is going to be a vibrant piece of work when the colour manga catches up to it a few years from now.

Despite the milestone colour spread, this is another transitional chapter plotwise, continuing to fill in the timeline as the present day looms. Maybe Oda really is just looking to show everything up to Sabaody and/or the present and is fine taking his time with it, but I can't shake the feeling that there's one last tragic twist to Kuma's story yet to be revealed. But even without immediate plot progression or huge reveals, this ends up being another emotionally impactful, as so much of this flashback has already managed to be.

Kuma's visit to Windmill Village ends up not being a huge deal in the long term, something done more to provide a cliffhanger than anything else. As expected, Kuma's orders have nothing to do with Luffy or Goa. But copout though it might be, it does give Oda the chance to show us a little more of Dragon's motivations and personality. I get it, the high stakes battle he's fighting, he can't afford to give the Government the leverage of using his child against him (as we saw with Roger and Ace, you don't even have to be alive for them to try it), and he obviously cares enough that he knows it would work.

What's interesting is that the conversation with Dragon happens in flashback, seemingly when they were in the area for the Grey Terminal fire. Interesting that Kuma has chosen, of his own volition, to check in on Luffy as he passes by. Does he see it as a favour to Dragon, who he can no longer contact, to check in on the kid while he has a chance? Does he feel the similarity between himself and the Revolutionary, both forced to keep a distance from their children, and visit Luffy as penance for not being able to see Bonney. And you would hope this development at least slightly dampens the number of people online memeing on Dragon for being a deadbeat or whatever. Probably not though. Memes are short and snappy and more fun to spread the nuance, even it becomes impossible to have serious discussions on places like Reddit because you can't tell what level of irony anyone's on when they seem to be experiencing the story purely through agenda and slander posting.

So, I initially thought I'd dedicate a section of this review to going back over Kuma's scenes in Thriller Bark and Sabaody and analysing his actions with what we know now. Obviously it was clear from the start that Kuma went into Sabaody intending to save the crew, but somehow I got it in my head over the years that Kuma's actions and intentions at Thriller Bark were more ambiguous, and that there was a chance he'd sincerely tried to take out the crew before learning more or changing his mind later. But then I rediscovered the scene right after Zoro's big moment where he says that Luffy has exceptional friends because "he's your son, after all… Dragon." So yeah, Kuma knew from the start. Oda knew Kuma knew from the start. There's no possible retcon or new motive to look closely at, just the same info we've actually had since 2008. I love these kinds of discoveries (or rediscoveries in my case); they're going to make the series so much fun to fully reread when it's done.

There are some things of note though. I feel very differently about Kuma asking Nami if Ace was really Luffy's brother having seen the conversation about Dragon's weakness in this chapter. Ivan would also mistakenly worry that there was a blood connection that would drive Dragon to do something rash when he heard they were brothers during the Impel Down arc.

Knowing that by this point on the timeline Bonney had already escaped does shed a little light on Kuma's willingness to toy with the crew and let them go, despite Moria deriding him as the only Warlord who follows orders a few chapters earlier. I wonder how differently things would have played out if he'd been put up against Luffy while the knife was still at his daughter's throat.

My main thought about Kuma at Sabaody is that Sentomaru doesn't seem like he's written to be as familiar with Kuma as we know he would be. "But no one knows if that's true," he says of the rumour that Kuma's powers send people flying for three days and nights, as if he couldn't have just asked at some point. When he calls Kuma out for attacking the Pacifista he calls him 'bear-man' instead of his name. But maybe the harshness is something he's putting on to distance himself, knowing what his boss is going to be forced to do to Kuma in the near future.

But getting back to the chapter at hand, I was caught off-guard by how upset I was when Kuma's letter was intercepted and destroyed. His message is simple but heartfelt, but you understand how much it would mean to a child still too young to understand why her dad isn't around and what's been done for her. Alpha's choice to destroy the communication is just so callous and unnecessary, far beyond what was needed to keep a hostage, and you can't help but empathising with how let down and abandoned the young Bonney must have felt. If anything, keeping her satisfied with the promise of going to the sea in the future in the letters must have made it easier to keep the girl under control. But Alpha, as the kind of person who'd take on this kind of assignment for the Government, just needs to be cruel.

I'm not sure what to make of Stussy's comment about free will. She's perhaps already gone into Government service, but she also gets to moonlight as an underworld boss, and obviously retains her loyalty to Vegapunk, given what's happened at present-day Egghead. What parts of this vibrant career did she choose, and which ones were expected of her as one of Vegapunk's successes?

It's heartwarming to see the locals and Conny come together to dupe the Government and facilitate Bonney's escape. The simple joy of getting to go outside for the first time in years is cathartic for Bonney as well. Similar to the fishmen trapped at the bottom of the ocean, Oda uses the absence of the sun as a symbol of oppression, and it didn't even occur to me how similar Bonney's indoors incarceration was until she was appreciating the sun in this sequence. No wonder she got so into her dad's stories about a liberating sun god. Whether you're a prisoner, a slave, an underclass, a hostage or just unwell, the sun is freedom; its absence, chains.

I actually don't love what Bonney is able to do with her fruit at the end. It feels too extreme. Ageing like a particular person? Fine. Getting super buff or anything else a human could reasonably achieve in a lifetime? Yeah, great. But I don't get what the power is drawing on to warp her appearance that much. And while she was kept conveniently unconscious (fainted because of bugs) for the Gear Five sequence in the lower lab and blasted away before the transformation in the upper one to keep her from recognising Nika, she did personally stop Luffy from using Gear Three against a Pacifista near the start of the arc, so you'd think there'd be some kind of conversation to be had there. Could be that she was just too distracted thinking about her dad to connect the dots at the time though.

But weird power-releated stuff aside, it is immensely satisfying to see Alpha cop it after what she's done. And to see Bonney win her freedom and take to the seas like she always dreamed.

I think the flashback is nearing its end as we close out the year and start exploring volume 109, but there's still this gut feeling that there's one last stinger or final bit of info we haven't been shown yet, maybe relating to the moment Kuma fully loses himself. But even if we're just taking it slow filling in the time up to the present with Kuma's perspective of Thriller Bark, Sabaody, protecting the Sunny and the Reverie, Oda's proven here that he can still make low-plot chapters tug on the heartstrings, cuing up a quick but effective combo of frustration followed by catharsis. Very much looking forward to all this pain and suffering and emotional build-up coming to a head when Kuma arrives at Egghead in the present, presumably in the new year.

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[willsimpforazula]

Drabble rabble that got out of hand, I s'pose

So there I was, patiently waiting for Jigokuraku (Hell's Paradise) to air ever since I saw the trailer about a year ago and having just watched the first ep...I thought yeah a Sokkla dynamic would work pretty neato for this AU So here it is ig.....might revisit this AU when at least the anime is done airing but we shall see...the Jigokuraku that nobody asked for but was living in my noggin rent free like a thieving bastard feedback is welcome (except when it comes to sokkla criticism, they are best ship and no, i will not elaborate) ____________

Courtyard

It was supposed to be a standard affair, as far as executions went. Granted, it wasn't every day one got to watch a shinobi get executed. After all, they were supposed to be nigh uncatchable, with their ability to get out of impossible situations attributed to some form of trickery or otherworldly means. That being said, the one now kneeling in front of him clearly used up all his luck and seemed resigned to his fate.

On the other hand, the girl standing in the back with a brush and book in hand puzzled him slightly. She was from the Yamada Clan, of that he was sure, but her reasoning for being there was not revealed to him (not that he cared, of course). Turning his attention back to the execution at hand, he expected the former shinobi's head to be rolling on the ground.

However, what he did not expect was a sigh that could only be interpreted as a bored eye roll as his head remained firmly attached to his neck with nary a scratch. Thinking that he must be hallucinating, the executioner swung his sword over and over again, but instead the blade shattered. Shocked, the judge quickly called off the event and had the prisoner sent back to his cell. Meanwhile, the Yamada Clan girl merely jotted down some observations in her book. ---------

Prison Cell

Why can't I just die?

I don't have anything left to live for.

So why?

Lost in his thoughts, Sokka didn't hear the door open, nor did he look up at his visitor. In fact, he thought of her as a nuisance, a persistent bug much like the mosquitoes who, absent the lack of ability to be squashed by his palms courtesy of his chains, would not stop pestering him with question after question.

"Your name is Sokka, correct?"

"Last I checked it was, I think. Unless you've somehow found a different name that I don't know about."

"You were raised since childhood to be a shinobi, correct? I heard that for every ten boys who undergo the training process, only three make it out alive."

"Your point?"

"Those who survived develop superhuman bodies. Like being able to break blades with your own flesh."

"Big deal. Besides, you and I both know that swordsman was a complete fucking amateur. I didn't even have to use ninjutsu."

"You can use ninjutsu? Could you show me some of your techniques?"

"And here I thought you were here for my good looks. I'm hurt." he replied, making sure to double up on the sarcasm.

"Perhaps in a different life, I suppose. Unfortunately, you do not interest me in the slightest in your current iteration. In any case, you did not answer my question."

"What could ninjutsu from a condemned shinobi possibly be of use to you?"

"Research, I suppose. It's not every day you get the chance to interview a shinobi."

"Nope, not a chance lady. My secrets die with me and that's the end of it."

_______________

The next day…..

"Look, I promise you, I really am not trying to resist. If anything, I wish you'd kill me instead of those half assed jokers."

"Mmm."

"If you're gonna look away, then why not ask the guards to give me a fresh change of clothes?"

When she ignored him, Sokka responded "Oi, I'm talking to you. Didn't your parents teach you to look at someone when they're talking to you?"

"Mmhmm." she replied as she scribbled some more observations in her book.

"And?"

"I'm here to record the events as it unfolds. Your present state of undress is of no concern to me."

"And yet here you are averting your gaze. Afraid of being seduced?"

Choosing to ignore his question, she instead asked "Tell me more about your background."

"Here we go again. For the one hundredth time, I've told you my background isn't interesting."

"I have a job to do."

"Ugh..fine. No wonder you're not engaged yet, I pity the fool who has to marry you."

"My current relationship status is of no concern to you." she replied, a bit too quickly.

"Nailed it." he smirked.

"I swear by the spirits you're just like my bro-never mind. Tell me about your background."

Deciding that her unwittingly letting slip that she had a brother was sufficient exchange for his information, he obliged her.

"To be honest, I don't know much. I was told that the chief killed them and adopted me and my sister. As for dreams, nope, I don't have any. Shinobi like us aren't to concern ourselves with the bigger picture, merely to concern ourselves with the killing of whoever the chief deemed needed to be eliminated."

"I see. Do you know why you were caught?"

"Hmm….it was a set up. I tried to leave and word got out to the chief I suppose. No one can be allowed to leave our village."

Keeping her golden eyes fixed on his, she asked "Why did you try to leave?"

Unfortunately, she did not get an answer, only being met with a long silence. Deciding that she had probably overstayed her welcome, she got up and left.

________________________

A few days later…

Staring at the sky, Sokka busied himself by picking out shapes of clouds in the sky while the magistrate's men worked to attach ropes to his legs to two bulls, whilst the magistrate himself, a rotund bald man with an ego larger than his body size would allow for, cackled with delight as he was worried that news would get back to the shogunate that he was not capable of a performing a simple execution and thus, risk his neck being the one on the chopping block.

Alas, his efforts came to naught as instead, a tug from Sokka's ankles brought the bulls crashing into each other instead of splitting him apart. At this, the magistrate lost his temper and began to bark orders to his men.

"Don't you think it rather strange?" the girl approached him, her now signature notebook and brush in hand poised to record more notes.

"No, why?" Sokka asked

"It seems to me that despite your statements of wanting to die, your actions contradict them. Why would someone with no reason to live, clin-never mind. You never did answer my question the previous day."

"Who gives a shit about your questions, just kill him already!" the magistrate fumed.

Waving her hand, she replied "I'm working."

"What about the-"

"Later. Now, would you answer my question or not?"

"Tsk, so demanding. Fine, whatever."

"I'm listening."

"I was the best shinobi in the entire village. I had his word that my sister would be well taken care of while I remained his best blade. Surprisingly, he kept his word. Still, keeping her ignorant of the wider world for much longer was not an option, as was seeing her married off to some shinobi like me who has only seen the ugliest the world has to offer. That is no way to live. As her only surviving relation, how can I do that to her and still claim to be the protective big brother? I'd be spitting on my parents' grave if I did so.  And so that's how I ended up being captured, set up by the chief who forbade anyone from venturing beyond our village. There you have it. Happy now?"

"Thank you for your answer."

_______________________

Later that night….

"Perhaps it's not my place to say, but a young pretty woman like yourself should not get any closer to someone like him." one of the magistrate's men commented as they made their rounds.

"Thanks for your concern, but I can handle myself. I am from the Yamada clan, afterall."

"Do you know his name?"

"Of course, it would be silly if I hadn't. His name is Sokka, former shinobi of Iwagakure."

"I mean his other name. Sokka the Hollow. An emotionless monster, he slew twenty men when he was arrested. Rumour has it that the shinobi of Iwagakure drink some sort of potion of immortality, that's why they are unkillable. That potion comes from Shinsenkyo."

"Potion huh…." she pondered, her golden eyes.

"Forget I spoke such nonsense. In any case, he's a dangerous man and you would be wise to be on guard."

"If he really is as hollow and emotionless as you say he is, then why did he fight back so hard as he did? You don't fight like that, not unless you have something to live for."

A week later…

When the attempt to condemn Sokka to death via boiling oil failed once more, this time with casualties to his own men, the magistrate was on the verge of tears and was about to snatch the sword in his office and either kill Sokka himself or commit seppuku.

"You know, I'm ready any time." she reminded him.

At this, the magistrate's expression changed, as if he had suddenly stumbled upon an epiphany.

_________________

Two days later

"So, what's it going to be this time? Explosives? Poison? Or maybe…a combination of both?" Sokka sarcastically asked as he was escorted to some form of room at the end of a tunnel.

"You'll see."

Entering the room, Sokka saw her seated, her hands resting on her thighs while her face wore an expression of meditation. When she looked up, she untied the ribbon from her shoulder and redid her hair before standing up.

"What is this, are you going to fuck me to death or some shit? This has got to be some sick joke, stop fucking around."

"Oh ho, you think she's just some inspector from the shogunate huh? No, she is no mere inspector, she's a sword tester sent here straight from Edo." As he said this, he could see her draw her katana from her scabbard, her familiarity with the weapon evident.

"She is the executioner Yamada Asaemon Azula. Her family has served the shogun as sword testers and executioners for generations. All of their clansfolk are trained in the art of swordsmanship."

"You-you're an Asaemon?"

"Yes, that is correct. Sokka the Hollow, you said you wished for your execution. Today, I shall grant you that very wish." she answered, her golden eyes narrowing to a singular focus, that being the removal of his head from his body.

Well fuck me to tears, this girl's the real deal, his mind told him. Instinctively, he flexed his his wrists and broke the chains that bound his hands, shattering them into mere firewood.

"Azula-dono, kill him!" the magistrate screeched.

With a lunge, she thrust forward, landing a nick on his neck as he dodged and rolled away to the side.

"Why did you dodge my blow?" Azula asked, her voice quizzical.

"I-" Before he could respond, she leapt at him once more, forcing him to leap away to safety.

Do..Do I really not want to die? Sokka thought to himself, as she took a deep breath and reset herself.

"I've executed many criminals throughout my time. Some put up a brave front, right up till just before their death. Some beg for mercy, others deceive themselves and say they have accepted their fate. Sokka the Hollow, I can sense that the void in your heart is indeed larger than anyone here in this room, of that I am sure. But you still want to live, that I am sure."

At this, memories of his sister flashed into his mind, making him see red. In a flash he snatched a katana from one of the guardsmen and lunged at her before the hapless man knew what had happened.

"Admit it, you kept on living for her." Azula calmly responded, as their blades clashed and gold eyes met blue.

"And yet you lie to my face every single time I visit, telling me that you have no attachments to this world and that you're ready to face death."

"Shut the fuck up! You know nothing about me! Nothing!" he screamed, before launching into a series of vicious strikes that caught her off guard and had her on the defensive, only just being able to parry the multitude of strikes that would have dealt any lesser swordsman a killing blow multiple times over, as echoes of his promise to his sister just before he left on that fateful mission repeated over and over like a broken record.

"LISTEN TO ME, THERE IS A WAY OUT!" she shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Unfurling a scroll, she showed him the decree "This is an official pardon, straight from the shogun himself. With this, you are a free man and are untouchable; not me, the magistrate or your village chief could harm you. On one condition."

"And that is?"

"You will travel to the Underworld and retrieve the Elixir of Immortality."

"What do you mean, travel to the Underworld? Doesn't that mean you'll just kill me? How does that work?"

"No. For centuries there was believed to be a land free from pain and suffering, a land teeming with abundance and joy, far to the southern seas. For centuries sailors and explorers have scoured the far oceans for such a place, and now, they have found it, just as the scripts have described it. There, it seems, one can find this immortal life giving elixir. Many have tried on orders of the shogunate in Edo, but none came back alive. Those that did return, looked barely human at all."

"That sounds like a bunch of mythical bullshit you feed to toddlers."

"That's what I thought too…until I saw the bodies first hand. I came here, looking for candidates with a burning passion to live and skills to back it up. On my way here, I heard that your sister is still in Iwagakure, waiting everyday by the village entrance for you."

"I….."

"One last thing, you will not be going in solo. There are other Asaemon pairs who are also jockeying for a chance at redemption.Thus, I now offer you this choice; accept this mission and win not only freedom for yourself, but also for your sister or die a criminal's death here and now."

"This is ridiculous. The shogun couldn't possibly have issued this decree. He is but one of many, what makes him so special? Guards!"

Closing his eyes, all Sokka could see was the face of his sister, waiting anxiously at the village entrance for his safe return.

Katara…I'm coming back…I promise…

In a small voice, he asked "Azula….remember when you asked if you could see ninjutsu?"

"Yes?"

"Then watch and learn." he calmly replied, his mind moving into a trance like state as flames emerged from his body, the heat causing her to raise her arms while the brightness made her blink as she heard him whisper: Ninpo - Ascetic Blaze.

In a flash of light and smoke, six charred bodies lay in a pile, atop which Sokka sat as small embers danced on his fingertips.

"Impressive. I hope that you would be willing to teach me some of your tricks during our travels."

"Sure, whatever you say. Where do we go from here?" he replied as she resheathed her katana.

"Edo."

"What? Why not head straight there?"

"You do as I say or the deal's off."

"Alright alright, calm down, I'll do as you say."

"That sounds more like it." she replied, a small smile gracing her lips that told Sokka she was definitely going to be handful on their trip

[the-firebird69]

Attack on Titan: Live Action Trailer

You're fooling around the bodies and you're not getting any information you don't know if they left and went into a clones body or not and their clothing was superb and they could do it and their bodies were tired and sick and beat up and they all know how to do stuff like that and I looked at this and I thought George is running this predator thing it's probably probably going to run this attack on Titan thing because of what happened on Mars and he leaves the computer instructions and it follows them if they do this if they succeed if they have this behavior because that's how he's running things and the others too I think something else would be a little bit odd this is their advantage this movie series and what are you dying it it looks like Dan and maybe Stan his whole in front of his face is worn off and he may have survived Lily because people don't really blow up too and others too I don't know if Ken dies but he's in it running down the hill like some weakling and maybe it's just a cartoon it happens but this is definitely what I think it is you become Giant and you get beat up and he's doing it to Biden he says he has something to say

Zues Hera

What he's doing is difficult but George would want to announce it what we say is he's mad at him but needs him he's dangerous but can always use it and things are crazy but this is what I think is happening I didn't turn a blind eye and saw them getting hurt and did feel awful and I tried to do things to help but there are way too many ships and they still are it's too early to do that and they were crushed on the ships numbers were well above billions and we're big too now they're smaller in The fleets are smaller and the battles are very quick and the losses are huge but they passed away it was a few million it wasn't that many but they're huge and felt bad about it and we felt bad but they think that I made it happen and I did not I think but I could get stuck there these guys do that a lot and the two big fellows didn't and my grandson says he probably doesn't blame you and the machine knows which way and they know you're in a fix but you get dragged there and they do it for protection and they do it for fighting ability and it's probably against the trumps and I see it but it's a bum deal these Giants you see are awful and they're weak and the game is terrible and it's coming up and it's over a cadmium I think and it's in a foreign country but it is definitely revenge for him from him and he's doing this predator stuff and he might be around and we need to check and we can't his body shows up and we don't know where the brain is and we have to figure that out and it might be aboard the Black ships that's why we can't move them so it makes sense and I feel sad and it's really nasty and he says this is a lot worse than I thought it was and everyone's kind of mistreating in regards you are a complete idiot garth I can't even tell what you're saying most of the time you want my job all the time and you're a freaking moron and your sister's going to beat you up all the time it needs to you won't let him have any money in your stupid pig and you think he doesn't care you're a freaking nut you you people think that are insane he needs money to survive and he's going after it and you people are gone your armies have been diminished by everybody else and I'm putting orders on you now for what you're saying

President Biden

It's raining my life all the time too and you and this password Trump so we're going to put orders out and what he's saying is I don't have to do it directly you call the dod and you have them do it I'm going to go ahead and do that now

Camilla

Olympus

We have a war with them they're going to attack early in the morning we are going to decimate them we need to be in here now and you suck Garth you're such an idiot you too Trump you're an embarrassment we cannot have you do this stuff anymore you go off now go somewhere else everyone else is saying it he wants us to do something to tell you and so why don't you go over here and stay there and stay out of everyone's face here and it says it's already said it and then writing so we're going to ask for it in writing and a sworn affidavit and then you're going to go to prison

Mac daddy

Permission to print granted Columbus

[nityarawal]

11/5/2023

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We Should've 

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Oh The "Irany!"

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Elon Clause

If Marilyn's IQ

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Higher Than Einstein

12 Points Higher 

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Like Your Mom Maye

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We Don't Want Murdered

Like Ivana

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Divorce

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Mother May I

Did You Play It 

Often

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Greatest Lights

Then Embrace Your

Inner Light

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Ritam-Bhara Pragya

Miracles

Instantly

"That Intelligence That

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Truth,"

Maharishi Said

A Great Physicist

A Peter Pan

Mercurial

Choice

Want To Be As

Bright

As Saint Nick

Elon

All The Time

Glowing

Like Yesterday

On Lex Fridman

Movie Star

Quality

Want Your Reeves

Superman To Shine

Now

20 Minutes Is All

It Takes

That's All That

James Bond

Needs For Peace

Master Cleanse

20 Minutes Is All

It Takes

That's All That

Queen Elizabeth 

Would Ever Give

20 Minutes Twice A

Day- Royals

Meeting With God

20 Minutes Twice A

Day

Then Give It Away

Maharishi Said

Radiate

To Make 

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Ordered 

By Conscious Referees 

To Do Yoga

Instead

Of Self

Sabotage

Offense

Thankyou

Please

Peace,

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Munson's Mixtape

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 9,918 (I was going to break this up but I liked the flow of it! So a beast it shall remain).

Warnings: Mentions of death (RIP Chrissy), Allusions to ED, Shitty parents, Drinking and drugs (it's weed, briefly mentioned), Star Wars rants?

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: Thought I'd give y'all a long one since I didn't update yesterday. It has fluff, a bit of angst, hurt comfort, everything any Eddie fan would need after Volume 2 dropped. Let me know what you guys think of the writing style. I switched it a bit starting with the end Track Four and I think I like this a bit more. Enjoy!

Track Six

First thing Y/N realized when she woke up was that she wasn't alone. She was in an unfamiliar bed, sleeping in clothes that didn't belong to her, head resting on a warm chest, a steady heart beat beneath her ear. Then she remembered what happened yesterday. She drove to Hawkins to see her sister, she spoke to Eddie for the first time in 2 years, she played DnD with Hellfire, then she went back to Eddie's trailer with him... and Chrissy... Chrissy was dead. Everything was real, it wasn't a nightmare.

Bits and pieces of memory started to slowly come back to her. Chrissy was on the ceiling, bent and broken. She fell on top of her, and Y/N refused to let go of her sister for hours. Eddie was with her the entire time, took care of her. Drove them to this place. She remembered the horrible numbness that consumed her, how she felt as cold and dead as Chrissy.

Then she remembered straddling Eddie. Y/N was mortified. She would've slept with him, if he let her. It wasn't the idea of sleeping with him that bothered her, it was the fact that she was so desperate to feel something that she tried to jump his bones only hours after watching her sister die. She couldn't believe she did that. God, what must Eddie think of her now?

Y/N laid on his chest for a few moments longer, relishing in the peace before the inevitable happened. He would wake up, they'd have to talk about what happened yesterday. With Chrissy, running away, what she did to him in the dark. She didn't want to talk about it, but she knew she had to, Eddie was waking up.

He shifted around the bed, arms tightened around her, before making a content sigh. Then Y/N felt him lift up his head, to look at her, he couldn’t see her face from his angle so Y/N didn’t know if he realized she was awake too. He began petting her hair again, a small movement, just barely grazing the top of her head. Y/N couldn’t see it, but Eddie was looking at her, eyes filled with warmth.

His brain hadn’t fully woken up with his body yet, he didn’t remember why he was in bed with Y/N Cunningham. The girl he’s been half in love with for nearly a decade. Then, just like her, it slowly dawned on him. He stopped petting her hair. That’s right, Chrissy died yesterday. She died in his trailer, her body may still be there.

Eddie began to shake, he held on to Y/N tighter, terrified that if he let her go she’d float to the ceiling, break every bone in her body, and those beautiful expressive eyes of hers would be sucked out of her. He remembered packing his duffel bag, following Y/N’s instructions. He thought about a place to take them, somewhere no one would bother them. Then he remembered Rick was currently doing a run in county, he gave Eddie a key to his place when he started dealing for him, the lake house would have been empty. When he went back to grab Y/N she was sitting on floor, eyes staring off into space. She was barely responsive. Eddie thought she might have been taken over by whatever that fucking thing was that killed Chrissy, but her eyes remained the same, no milky white irises for him to find. She must have been in shock. Eddie didn’t know what to do, so he just grabbed her hand and lead her to the van.

He tried talking to her, he could see her nodding in response, but he didn’t think she could really understand him. Y/N had a look on her face, the lights are on but nobody’s home kind of look. He parked his van by some trees, so it wouldn’t be visible on the road. He knew staying in the main house would be dangerous, people might see them. Rick didn’t have many neighbors, the houses a fair distance away from each other around the lake, but a light in the dark could give them away. But Y/N had her sisters blood on her face, she needed to get cleaned up, and after tonight, she deserved to sleep in a bed. Not on the floor of some dirty boat house. It would be okay, just for tonight. It would have to be.

Eddie tried his best to take care of her, he hopes he did at least. After the speech she gave in the trailer, something about police and prison, all Y/N gave was radio silence. When she asked Eddie to help her with her shoe he almost broke down into tears, relieved to hear her voice again. The entire drive he was terrified that something was going to get her. He just wanted to hear her voice, for her to say anything at all.

When she asked to share the bed with him, Eddie was so nervous he was going to give himself away. Despite everything that had happened earlier, his heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. He was convinced Y/N could hear it from her side of the bed. Then she did the unthinkable, she got on top of him.

In all honesty, Eddie had fantasized about that moment a hundred different ways in his head. Sometimes he confessed that he was in love with her, had been for years. Other times she would say it first, tell him that she was sweet on him, and was just afraid to say anything because of the different circles they ran in. It all ended the same way, a kiss, a touch, falling in love over and over and over again.

But what happened last night, it was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Eddie knew she just needed someone, it could have been any schmuck in his place. She wanted comfort, to be close to someone. She was upset, grieving, traumatized, barely in her right mind, if she was at all. It wasn't right, he wouldn't do that to her, he would be disgusted with himself if he let it go on for even a second longer. Eddie didn't blame Y/N, not at all. And as much as it killed him to know that she would've never done that with him if it weren't for those circumstances, he wouldn't allow himself to feel upset about it. This wasn't about him. He couldn't throw himself a pity party, Jesus Christ Chrissy just died. In front of them.

He did allow himself one selfish comfort, after Y/N fell asleep he still held her. He knew in the morning Y/N would probably jump out of bed immediately, but fuck, he needed comfort too. He could barely stop shaking, after seeing what happened to Chrissy. He knew it was worse for her, that was her sister, her family. But he'll never get the look of Chrissy's face out of his head, it'll haunt him forever.

Eddie could tell Y/N was awake, but he didn't want to be the first one to break the silence. He was surprised she chose to lay with him there, long after she had woken up. The late afternoon sunlight was peaking through the window, it was probably around 3 or 4 o'clock. They had a lot to do. He still had to wash her cheer uniform, should probably clean his clothes too. They both could use a shower. They definitely needed to talk about what happened, what to do next. But right now, all of that felt unnecessary. With just the two of them, in that room, they could ignore all of the horrors that were just outside, waiting.

"Eddie?" He hummed, not brave enough to open his mouth to speak.

“Are we… are we going to talk about yesterday?” He really didn’t want to. Talking about it made it real. It was insane, absolutely insane. He couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened, how something like that was even possible. Eddie wasn’t a god fearing man, he didn’t believe in demons and devils. He thought the Satanic Panic was a bunch of bullshit. The media damning things that weren’t suburban and cookie cutter to be evil, all just evangelical nonsense. Last night made him doubt that. What happened to Chrissy wasn’t natural, it was evil, true evil. Not even close to the shit they said about Dungeons and Dragons.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to...” He paused.

“Yesterday was… really shitty.” A choked bitter laugh left her lips, he could feel a damp spot on his shirt. Y/N was crying again.

“It was shitty wasn’t it?” She hid her face in his chest, silent tears slowly trickled down. Eddie was petting her hair again, that seemed to calm her down last night, maybe it would work again.

“We need to do something, come up with a plan, or a distraction. I just… I need to be busy. I can’t… I can’t…” Y/N can’t think about Chrissy anymore. How she left her sister there alone, lifeless, and mangled in Forrest Hills. She’ll run back to her if she dwells on it any longer. The one thing Y/N never wanted taken away from her was Chrissy. Her mother threatened it often. Yes, Chrissy had Jason, her friends, a life outside of her sister. Y/N had one too. But they always had each other, could count on one another. They were each other’s safety net, if things went wrong, as they often did. Y/N never imagined a life without her.

They always talked about the future, said they would move in houses next door to each other. When they got married, had kids, they could play with each other whenever they wanted. Chrissy wanted to host big backyard parties, Y/N wanted her house to be the safe place. A place where no matter how bad it was at home for someone, they would always be welcomed there. Both sisters wanted to have the happy home life they always dreamed of. Eventually, when they were old and gray, they would sit on the front porch drinking strawberry lemonade. Just two old biddies in whatever town they landed in. Hawkins, or elsewhere. None of that was going to happen now. Chrissy wasn’t going to get married, have kids, grow old and gray. Y/N would have to do that alone.

“I’m not much of a real life planning type of guy, but I’m sure as hell good at distractions. But first, I think we could use a shower. I’m sorry to say this Princess, but it doesn’t exactly smell like a field of roses right now.” The laugh Y/N let out this time wasn’t as choked or sad, a bit closer to the real thing.

"Okay, let's start with that."

After a much needed clean up, both Y/N and Eddie scavenged through Rick's kitchen to find something to eat. Y/N didn't feel any hunger pains, she often didn't, her mother was to thank for that. But she knew she needed something in her stomach, neither of them knew how long they were going to stay here. It was better to be safe than sorry in regards to access to food and water. Rick had some soup in the pantry that wasn't spoiled yet, a couple of bottles of cheap beer in the fridge. It was something.

Despite Eddie's declaration of being good at distractions, most of the evening was spent in silence. It was tense and awkward after they both left the sanctuary of the bedroom. Y/N couldn't help think about the elephant in the room, the thing neither of them could bring themselves to address. It was beginning to choke her, the silence.

"I'm sorry." Y/N blurted out, her patience wearing thin. Eddie turned to her from his seat at the kitchen table, he was mid sip of his lager.

"What are you sorry for?" Y/N could see his face from the corner of her eye, but couldn't bring herself to look at him. She was embarrassed, and nervous, but it needed to be said.

"For what I did last night... I probably made you like, super uncomfortable. Especially after everything that happened, I... I don't know what came over me. God, you must think I'm some sort of freak." The irony was not lost on Eddie. Y/N Cunningham, Notre Dame scholar, the darling of Hawkins High circa 1984, thought Eddie considered her to be a freak. It was hysterical, how wrong she was. Eddie couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"I know I messed up, but you don't have to laugh in my face about it." Y/N got up and hastily grabbed her empty bowl of soup. Eddie realized then how it must of looked, she was being vulnerable with him and he laughed at her. It wasn't for the reason she was thinking though, but she didn't know that. Eddie reached for her arm, holding her in place. She couldn't leave before he explained himself.

"Wait, wait, no. I'm not, I'm not laughing at you. Well, I am, but not because of what you did! Jesus, that couldn't be further from the truth." Y/N sat back down, her arms crossed against her chest. She was defensive now. God, he just couldn't get it right with her could he?

"I just think, it's just mind boggling man. You, Y/N Cunningham, are concerned about what I, Eddie "The Freak" Munson, think about you. I mean, what Twilight Zone episode are we in? The thought that I would ever think you were a freak, is just beyond any realm of possibility.” Y/N frowned at that, the use of that awful moniker. Eddie had it since middle school, and it upset her to know he was still called that now, that he referred to himself as that. Like she agreed with it, she never did.

"I never thought you were a freak Eddie. Different yes, but not a freak." It was so nice to hear her say that. He knew she never called him that, to his face or otherwise. Yet, deep down he was terrified that she thought it. Thought he was a freak. He just thought she was too nice to be cruel to him, or talk about him behind his back. The butterflies in his stomach were swarming now.

"And I don't think you are now. Yesterday was just, crazy... I know what happened last night wouldn't happen in like, a million years otherwise. Don't worry about it sweetheart, water under bridges and all that."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed about that. A part of her hoped that under different circumstances, maybe something could happen between them. Before everything that went down in Forrest Hills, Y/N felt this electricity between them. It started in high school, when they would meet for tutoring sessions. After months of talking to Eddie, she developed a bit of a crush on him. She never allowed herself to acknowledge it when she was younger, that spark. But high school was over now, at least for her. She didn't have to worry so much about her mother policing who she hung around with. Back then, she thought maybe Eddie might have felt something for her too. The mixtape he made her, after she listened to it she briefly thought it was a sign that he liked her back. Clearly she was wrong. He never called her, or wrote to her. Never came up to her when she was in town. She was just some girl who used to tutor him in school, and now she was some girl he was on the run with. A girl he hadn't spoken to in two years before yesterday.

"Okay, I just wanted to clear the air. Make sure everything was okay between us." Y/N grabbed both of their empty bowls and walked over to the sink, cleaning the dishes. She needed something to do with her hands, keep herself busy, Y/N couldn't allow herself to think about girlish dreams and real life nightmares.

"Well, everything is certainly not okay, but you and I? Yea, we're solid." Solid. That was a good word. Eddie was solid. Y/N felt like at any moment she could float away, rise to the stratosphere and never come back down again. He was her tether, keeping her to Earth. She really needed to get herself together. Y/N didn't like relying this much on Eddie, to hold her together. This bubble she put the two of them could pop at any moment; the consequences from last night would rear its ugly head eventually. She couldn't afford to crumble. Whatever killed Chrissy was still out there, and the police must have found her body by now. It was only a matter of time before people came looking for them.

The sun had long since set, Eddie and Y/N decided to hide out in the boat house, agreeing that keeping the lights on in a supposedly empty house would raise suspicion. It wasn't as comfortable as inside, but Y/N found an old string hammock to hang up. A couple of cushions from the couch, blankets, and pillows later, a decent bed was made. Eddie insisted on taking the floor, said the hammock wasn't big enough for the both of them. They still hadn't come up with any plan on what to do next, but it didn't bother her. Eddie was proving to be an excellent distraction, and Y/N thought one day of rest wouldn't hurt. They could figure out their next move tomorrow.

"I still can't believe you thought Darth Vader's redemption arc was badly written. It's one the most iconic moments in film history!" Eddie was currently sitting in the boat, a beer in one hand and a lit Marlboro in the other. They somehow got on the topic of movies they liked. Y/N mentioned how she was a Star Wars fan, and that's what they've been debating about for the past hour and a half.

"I'm sorry! You can't convince me that space Hitler deserved to be a force ghost in the end. It's such bullshit." Y/N was trying to defend her case for the past 15 minutes, but he wasn't letting up.

"Darth Vader wasn't space Hitler, Emperor Palpatine was. Vader was just his right hand man. Besides, Vader killed Palpatine to save Luke! He totally redeemed himself!" Y/N rolled her eyes, and took another hit of the joint Eddie rolled for her earlier. She missed this, the playful banter they had back in high school. She liked that he always listened to her opinions, but challenged her when he didn't agree. Especially with things like this.

"Just because he didn't want to kill his son does not make him worthy enough to become the equivalent of a guardian angel. Like yea, he killed Palpatine, but that was at the very last minute. He was totally fine with genocide, but because he didn't want to end his bloodline that makes him redeemed? Total bullshit." Y/N got up and passed Eddie the joint, he ashed his cigarette and took a hit before passing it back to her.

"Thanks Princess. Anyway, it wouldn't have ended his bloodline, Princess Leia is still alive." She liked it when he called her that, Princess. It didn't sound condescending when it came out of his mouth, like how other guys before him would say it.

"She's Princess Leia Organa, not Leia Skywalker. Besides, she's with Han Solo now. If they got married she would take his name. It's more about the name with fathers than blood." At least, that's what Y/N's father told her. As absent as he was, he never made her feel like she wasn't his daughter.

Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham struggled to get pregnant when they first got married. The doctor's told them it was a 100/1 shot they could conceive. Her dad always wanted kids, so he suggested adoption. Y/N was just a baby when they adopted her, only a couple of weeks old. She never knew her birth parents, her mother refused to give her any names. However, a little over a year later her mother finally got pregnant. Chrissy was their miracle baby.

Y/N always thought that their mother only liked the idea of having children, and never actually wanted them. She wanted her daughters to be perfect little dolls, a reflection of her. If they didn't match up to her standards, there would be consequences. Y/N didn't meet those standards often, couldn't match the reflection. She didn't look like her mother, and her mother never hesitated to throw that in her face. Y/N likes to think that if her father were more around he would've protected them. He was a tax attorney, constantly busy with work. He would come home exhausted, dragging his feet through the floors of the house. Their mother wanted to be a housewife, but the bills still had to be paid. Y/N couldn't help but resent him a bit for that. It was easy for him to say that she was still his daughter, despite not being blood related. But could she call him her father? If he hardly actually did the job of parent?

"There's no way Princess Leia would ever take Han's last name. Even if they did get married, which I sincerely doubt they would, she's royalty man. That surname has power, Solo doesn't." Y/N couldn't argue with that. Princess Leia didn't seem like the type to give up that part of herself, especially after Alderaan blew up. Y/N was about to voice that before she saw headlights coming down the road through the window.

"Shit, is somebody coming?" Eddie asked, ashing the remaining joint on the boat house floor.

"I don't know, maybe they're gonna turn back around? Got lost driving to the lake?" Her heart was racing in her chest, the feelings of ease and serenity from before were quickly replaced with anxiety and paranoia. The lights from the road were getting brighter, whoever they were, they weren't turning back around.

"We gotta hide. Take down the hammock and cover it with that tarp over there. Do you think you can fit in that storage bin over there?" Eddie pointed to bin next to the boat, it would be a tight squeeze but Y/N could manage.

"Yea I think so." She quickly took down her makeshift bed, and covered it with the tarp like he asked.

"Good, I'll hide in the boat and shut the bin lid on top of you. Don't get out until I tell you it's alright got it? No matter what you hear, do not leave this bin." Y/N stepped into the bin, but held up the lid before Eddie could shut it.

"What if they hurt you! You expect me to sit here and let them?" Y/N argued. There was no way she was gonna hide while Eddie was in danger.

"That's exactly what I expect you to do. Now sit here and stay quiet." Eddie closed the lid before she could protest any further. He put some of the rope that was previously inside on top of the bin, making it look like it was undisturbed. Y/N couldn't see what was happening, but she heard a bottle break and the sound of water swishing against the edge of the boat. Eddie must have gotten inside already.

The wait was agonizing. Not knowing if someone was going to walk into the boat house at any moment. She could hear faint yelling in the distance, but couldn't make out anything. Suddenly she heard the door open, footsteps walking in.

"Hello?" A girl's voice she didn't recognize broke the silence, more footsteps following her as she said it. "Is anyone home?" She sounded young, and Y/N didn't know of any women police officers in Hawkins. She calmed down a bit, at least the law hadn't caught up to them yet. But she still had no idea who these people were, and why they were here in the first place.

"What a dump." A guy's voice this time. This one sounded more familiar, but she couldn't place who it was. She racked her brain but nothing came up. Footsteps were getting closer to the bin, Y/N stopped breathing completely. She heard someone take an oar off of the wall, were they trying to steal the boat?

Oh, no. Eddie.

Suddenly a smacking sound filled the room, wood hitting plastic. Y/N prayed whoever it was wasn't hitting Eddie. That it was just the tarp that covered the hammock. She tried to keep her breath steady and even, but it was coming in more rapidly now. It was no time to panic, they still haven't found him. It was okay, for now.

"What are you doing?" More smacking, wait, was that Dustin Henderson's voice? From Hellfire?

"What are you doing?" Yes, that was definitely Dustin. What was he doing here? Was he looking for Eddie?

"He might be in here." The mystery guy's voice said, followed by more smacking. Yes, they were definitely looking for Eddie. That means somebody found Chrissy's body. The police were probably looking for him now. Was there an award out for his capture? Was that why they were here? It took everything within Y/N's power to stay put, to not make a sound. She wouldn't let them take Eddie, over her dead body.

"So take the tarp off!" It was Dustin again, the kid was too smart for his own good.

"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off."

Don't take the tarp off. Don't take the tarp off. Please don't take the tarp off. Y/N was praying, begging, pleading, to whatever God there was to listen to her.

"Hey, look over here." A different girls voice this time. How many people were out looking for Eddie? She counted four voices. That wasn't too many, Eddie and her could out run four people. Hopefully.

"Someone was here." Shit, Y/N forgot to cover the snacks she left out.

"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran." That was an excellent idea, why didn't they do that? Eddie's van wasn't that far away. They could've made it. Wait, he. They only thought Eddie was involved. They didn't know about her. That was good, she could get the jump on them. She could protect Eddie if they discovered his hiding spot, they didn't suspect a second person.

"Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar."

Steve? Who's Steve. Wait, it couldn't be Steve Harrington could it? It was! That's why the voice was so familiar. Steve was on the basketball team when she was still a cheerleader for Hawkins High. What was he doing here?

"I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-" Y/N could hear the tarp lift, movement shifting around the boathouse, a scream. What was happening, was Eddie okay? She tried to lift the lid, but the rope was caught on something. She only had an inch or two of visibility from inside the box.

She saw Eddie, broken bottle in hand, shoving Steve into the wall. Dustin was yelling at him to stop, but Eddie kept at it. She could only see his back, but it looked like he was holding the broken bottle to Steve's neck.

Dustin was talking to Eddie, telling him that Steve wasn't going to hurt him, that they were here to help him. He introduced the two other girls in the room, one with short hair and a redhead. Their names were Robin, apparently she was in band at Hawkins, and the other was Max, one of Dustin's friends.

After another few tense moments, he finally let go of Steve. Eddie sank to the ground next to him, hand shaking with the broken beer bottle firmly in his grip. Y/N was still stuck in the bin, and she desperately wanted to go to him, comfort him, tell him it was going to be okay.

"Eddie, we just want to talk... okay?" Dustin was crouched in front of Eddie, voice calm and reassuring. Y/N began to calm down herself. Dustin was a sweet kid, and looked up to Eddie. She could see it during their campaign. It looked like they didn't have to go through this alone anymore.

"We want to know what happened..." Robin crouched next to Dustin, matching his tone as she said it. Eddie looked so frightened in that moment, eyes wide and distant. His body was shaking like he was walking through a blizzard, not sitting in a boat house in Spring.

"You won't believe us..." Eddie was sniffling, crying, Y/N's heart was aching.

"Us?" Steve asked, Eddie looked over to the bin where Y/N was hiding and nodded.

"In here! I'm stuck!" Eddie stood up and walked over to where she was, he finagled with the end of the rope and finally lifted it off the lid. Y/N stood up and immediately wrapped her arms around Eddie's shaking form.

"Are you alright?" She whispered. He returned the hug briefly before letting go.

"Yea... I'm alright." He grabbed Y/N's hand and helped her out of the bin. He didn't let go as he lead her to the rest of the group, he didn't let go as they both sat down, and he didn't let go as he stared at the group of teenagers surrounding them as they looked at the odd pair sitting on the boat house floor. Max was the first one to break the silence.

"Try us."

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KinnPorsche Ep08 Lines of Power

Deep breath, everyone! This is probably our last chance to breathe easily before the finale. Enjoy the calming atmosphere while it lasts.

Without further ado, I shall address the lines of power, staging, and framing in Episode 8 of KinnPorsche... actually, I'm gonna take it easy because it was a very chill episode without too much wild, crazy line business.

More LoP posts: [Trailer] ... [Ep04] [Ep05] [Ep06] [Ep07] [Ep09 Part 1] [Ep09 Part 2]

Look, if you didn't already realize in the first 10 minutes that this episode is pure comedy, this shot should seal the deal. A head popping out at a random angle from a doorway is peak comedy, a pure classic staging art.

Porsche, why so cute? 😳

You guys. You guys. This looks like just a normal, cute shot on their date, right? Right?

WRONG. You've been FOOLED.

Look in the background. It's a mirror, another damn mirror!

Kinn is perfectly framed in the mirror, his other self haunting their date in a much more subtle way than Tawan did. This is a clever reminder that even though things seem sweet and fluffy now, they still have Kinn's alter ego and other life to contend with (and integrate?) if they want to be happy in the long run.

I haven't had a chance to review it yet, but I know @daltoneering has published a huuuuge meta about the mirrors in KP, so check that out for more mirror thoughts.

Nope, nothing serious. Head empty, only cute boy with beautiful golden Wat Arun temple to frame his face from the background.

Now, I ask you, what's better than one cute boy with a beautiful temple behind him?

Answer: TWO cute boys with a beautiful temple behind them!

Again, nothing serious here, but I just want to point out that the sweethearts are off center to better incorporate the pretty golden glow of the temple behind them into the shot.

You can also take this as slight foreshadowing of the religious element coming later in the episode.

The lines of power were a bit shy this episode, but for this scene, they came out in full force.

This is reminiscent of the Emperor Korn shot in Ep 05 (for good reason considering they're the same set), but this is so different and so romantic. The sparkles from the waterfall, the glowing lines of the pool, and the lower lines of the ceiling are all pointing to the central couple, giving them the focus and the power.

The lines say this is love, and love wins.

Steal every bit of happiness you can! (I'm not just saying that to Kinn and Porsche, btw.)

Lots of soft, wavey lines of light... I can't help but think that all the soft lines are helping to emphasize how much their relationship has softened.

Yet the shot also shows Porsche clutching at Kinn's face for dear life. I'm not over that, not in the slightest. The boy is holding on with all his might. He's gonna be fierce about it.

...he probably also needs some air.

Q: When is a line of power not a line of power?

A; When you really just need a divider.

I could try to say that the big thick wooden line in the middle symbolizes this or that, or it's about Porsche being sneaky and not just asking Kinn the questions he should ask... but sometimes a line really is just a line.

For this gag to work, the characters have to be divided and unable to see each other.

So? Not a line of power, imo. But the shot is still very nicely framed with dynamic composition.

Pretty, so damn pretty.

Great staging composition of the three cast members -- Porsche low, monk middle, Joe high.

Scenery is fantastic and engaging from foreground to background.

The angle of the sidewalk line on the left helps draw attention to the actors.

On top of it all, Porsche stands out in his black suit against the soft white, cream, and orange color palette.

If you didn't give this shot much thought during the show, take a minute to stare right now. Enjoy an aesthetic moment!

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GUYS! IT LEAKED!

THE FIRST TWO EPISODES OF ML GOT LEAKED! AND THEY ARE IN ENGLISH!

I don't know how long they will be active but I got the links to them while they are still up.

Truth

Lie

After you guys watch let me know your thoughts. And check out my review and live reaction of the episodes underneath the read more. Spoilers below

(This is an April fools joke)

Gale Reviews: Miraculous Ladybug, Season 4, Episode 1: TRUTH

(With Live reaction)

-So Marinette is trying to find a place to store the ladybug miracle box. Its funny for a bit.

-Tikki suggests hiding it under her bed. Which Marinette does for the time being. But find its way to hard to access normally.

-"Ill figure something out" Marinette explains.

-The Kwami are swarming around the room, exploring. Barkk found the TV.

-Marinette's phone rings, And its Luka. With a heart at the end of the contact. (Resisting urge to gag)

-Luka calls to ask if she remembers that they have a date planned for today. Going to see Jagged's new movie.

-The kwami are f***ing creeping on the conversation. Marinette says she remembers and that she won't miss this one. Like she did the other nine times. I cracked up at that part.

-Luka tells her that he made sure she wouldn't forget. Since he showed up to her place.

-Marinette quickly tells Luka that she has to go. Then yells at the kwami to get in the box.

-Sass asks if the boy she was talking to was Luka.

-"Yes. Now in the box."

-Sass ships Lukanette.

-Hilariously Barkk does not. I love Barkk.

-So Luka is in Marinette's house with her parents as marinette rushed downstairs.

-Its a really awkward scene since Marinette never told her parents she was dating Luka.

-Protective Tom activated.

-Luka assures them that they haven't been on their first official date yet.

-That eases the parents.

-Marinette tells her mom and dad a bit about Luka before her phone goes off, letting her know the movie is gonna start soon.

-The two leave in a hurry.

-"I prefer the one she confessed to last time."

-"TOM!"

-Tom ships Marichat

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-Adrien tries calling Kagami to see if she wants to see the Jagged stone movie, but she says she is busy with archery.

-So Adrien tries calling Nino, who is with Alya.

-So Adrien thinks about it and remembers Marinette loves Jagged Stone. She would probably love to see that movie.

-"I will call Mari... wait."

-Adrien has an imaginary scenario.

-He asks Marinette to the movies, Luka is mad and Kagami is mad.

-"Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea..." Adrien said kind of bummed.

-Plagg asks why it isn't a good idea. Isn't he friends with marinette?

-Adrien explaining why asking another guy's girlfriend to the movies is wrong.

-"You sound more bummed that you can't go with marinette then your own girlfriend." Plagg is SPITTING TRUTH!

-Adrien dismisses that notion, and decides he will try a few other people.

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-Wow Nathalie looks awful. She tries to get out of bed with a cane and falls down.

-Gabriel there to help her up. I wish the show would stop shoving the adultery subplot down our throats.

-Gabriel explains that he finally figured out how to use both miraculous at the same time. Which means Nathalie can focus on resting.

-Nathalie insists she can help. But Gabriel tells her that she has done more than needed. She deserves a break. He can't thank her enough for everything.

-Nathalie looks like she wants to confess.

-"You are truly an irreplaceable friend and confidant."

-MOTHERFUCKING GABRIEL 'just a friend' AGRESTE! ITS GENETIC

-Nathalie says of course, and says she is tired.

-I feel bad for Nathalie.

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-Okay so Lukanette date.

-Marinette springs the gift on him.

-Its a necklace made with the guitar pick he first gave her in Captain Hardrock I think.

-Luka loves it.

-Okay the scene that was leaked in the trailer. Big moment, WILL THEY KISS?

-and its really close and... AKUMA ALERT! Right off the bat. So close.

-Marinette gives an excuse about her dad calling. She will be right back before the movie starts.

-Luka says its okay. And says when she gets back to grab some popcorn

-Marinette gives him a peck on the cheek and rushes off.

-Well you get a cheek kiss. But DAMN they really made me think they would actually do it. I got nervous.

-Ladybug arrives on the scene and its... mr.Pigeon again.

-Ladybug is really annoyed, until she sees the Giant PIGEON SENTIMONSTER!

- Chat noir arrives and comments that this might be more difficult then they thought.

-Ladybug says that they will handle it in a flash.

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-Luka watched the whole movie alone. The Usher told him to leave the seat.

-Just OUCH, I legit feel bad for Luka. My dude. I am so sorry

-Luka looking for Marinette at the theater but she is gone.

-DOUBLE OUCH

-He tries calling... and straight to voice mail. and 3 strikes!

-Luka starts walking out very disgruntled

-He gets to that bridge in the promo (its sunset) and Marinette arrives running to him. Telling him to wait.

-He turns around.

-She starts apologizing. Some excuse that its a bakery emergency

-"Your not being honest."

-Marinette tries to recover, but Luka says he wants to know what she has been hiding.

-"I am not hiding anything."

-"Marinette, please stop lying to me. Just tell me whats going on. I will understand. Just tell me."

-Marinette says softly she can't.

-"What?"

-"I said I can't tell you. Im sorry"

-She runs off.

-Luka looks hurt, and then angry. Looking at the necklace.

-"Why can't you trust me... What is so big you can't trust me?" He looks so angry. And frankly, I don't blame him.

-And cue Shadow moth, who is now revealing his transformation as shadowmoth. And I still think its ugly.

-Hawkmoth comments the spiel about being a disgruntled boyfriend who is felt put out by his girlfriend.

-Sends the akuma and Amok.

-Luka gets akumatized.

-Okay, now THIS is a good akumatization. I am not spoiling it but Shadowmoth and Luka's dialogue is TOPS here.

-He runs into Alya and the girls and tests out his powers on them. Alya thinks Nino looks better without glasses. Rose admits she only loves some of her stuffed animals and the guilt is killing her. Juleka admits that Luka dating one of her friends is creepy. THANK YOU JULEKA FOR SAYING IT.

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-Adrien is bummed that he didn't get to see the movie. and as he was walking Bumps into marinette. Who ran into him

-Okay so this scene, TOP TEIR ADRINETTE.

-Adrien comforting Marinette, saying that Luka would understand.

-"Is it wrong to keep secrets from him?"

-"Sometimes we keep secrets because it will keep them safe. There is a right time to tell them, but it isn't always when we want to tell them."

-Marinette thanks Adrien for the advice and... OH KWAMI! TRUTH IS RIGHT THERE WATCHING!

-He knocked Adrien into the water.

-Truth and the Sentimonster are tailing Marinette.

-Adrien got a chance to transform.

-Marinette swerved to get to her house. Getting the giant eye sentimonster to bump into something.

-Marinette gets to her room, where truth tries asking her what she is hiding!

-AND CHAT NOIR JUMPS IN WITH A HIGH KICK.

-They fight and Marinette tries to make sure the miracle box is hidden.

-Chat noir asking if Truth had a bad date or something. VERY POOR CHOICE OF WORDS!

-Chat noir knocks Truth out of the bedroom. He tells Marinette to go hide. He and Ladybug will get her boyfriend back to normal.

-Marinette thanks chat noir and runs out of view.

-Shadowmoth tells Truth to get Chat noir's secret, it will help him deal with the pest so he can achieve his goal. Truth agrees.

-Ladybug arrives and wam bam.

-Ladybug tells chat noir NOT to get caught in the gaze of that

-If you are still reading this at this point I gotta say I admire your dedication, but this is an elaborate prank.

April fools!

[krispytidalwavesheep]

Hopes and Dreams Part I

.I have this idea in my head since I saw the first trailer of Resident Evil 8, which was in March? This will be multichaptered and english isn’t my first language, so if anyone of you likes the story enough and is willing to be my beta, I would greatly appreciate it. *** About the story: Reader was Alcinas first lover and got reincarnated over the centuries. Alcina lost her everytime and after the fifth, she just gave up on ever finding reader again, because she couldn’t take losing her anymore times. But as fate would have it, the reader will find her.... Chapter One

Five. Five times Alcina has seen you reincarnated and crossing her way, and yet, fate always found a way to take you from her. The last one was particularly grueling. She remembered the day she lost you, as if it happened yesterday and considering her immortality, it may have been. You looked so happy and excited when you said your goodbyes, and Alcina could understand that. The titanic was a big thing then, even more so after the tragedy that unfolded. You were one of the many victims of the sheer stupidity of men, at least in her opinion and she hasn’t been the same since. Every single one of your deaths was devastating, but the last one was the one that broke her. Bela was there to take care of her, but something died within Alcina when she heard that fate had taken you away from her yet again.

When Cassandra and Daniela came into her life, it certainly helped, but she still grieved for you to this day. Usually, she would search to the ends of the world for you, but she couldn’t stand to lose you, if she ever found you again. She couldn’t do that to either you or herself.

She straightened her dress when she got to her feet again, gently stroking a hand over your grave. Well, the first you, anyway. The only one where any remains were found to be buried. You loved the lake near the castle, no matter in which life. Some asked about the tombstone, but she would just smile and say that it was someone she cherished when she was young, never revealing the whole truth. The first you lived the longest and happiest, before Alcina was turned. Centuries before Mother Miranda found out about her and the other lords.

Her musing was disrupted when she heard distant howling. It seemed like Heisenberg’s Lycans had found another victim, and they were oh so messy in their killing. She harrumphed and started her trek back to the castle, ignoring the ever-closer growing howling. That was until she heard rustling and a figure, cursing like a sailor rushed out from the bushes. Your eyes met and time seemed to stop for both of you.

***

You were furious with yourself for letting your guard down. You have been hiding away in this remote village for two years now, so far avoiding any supernatural beings. But it seems your luck had run out. You were checking your traps in the forest, never noticing them sneaking up on you. Which was a feat in and on itself, normally you could smell them miles away. During your travels you had to fight of many supernatural beings, a pack of Lycans shouldn’t be a problem, but the forest was dense in these parts and you knew when you were at a disadvantage. So, you ran, hoping to distract them with the chase long enough to form a plan.

Meeting her wasn’t part of the plan. You have never seen the lady of the castle, but you heard enough to know exactly who you were looking at, her height being one dead giveaway. Yet something about her made you stop dead in your tracks, the pack of Lycans chasing after you completely forgotten. Her honey-colored eyes stirred something in you, some feeling of familiarity you couldn’t quite place. Your heart clenched, not entirely in an uncomfortable way, because she was just so stunning. If you weren’t gay before you sure as hell were now. What intrigued you even more was the look of utter shock in her eyes, mixed with other emotions you could have named, if it weren’t for the Lycan crashing into you and propelling you down the small cliff you hadn’t noticed before.

“Motherfucking mutt!” you hissed and pulled the knife from your boot. You skillfully spin the Lycan underneath you, stabbing the knife into the Lycans chest to soften your fall. But another four already jumped right after you and you were still distracted by the lady, who apparently decided that watching you would be a nice way to kill some time. With a sickening crunch from the dead Lycan you landed on the edge of the lake. The others where circling you, growling menacingly. With another sickening crunch you pulled your knife free and took a defensive post. You kept most of your concentration on the Lycans, but the woman was still distracting you somewhat.

‘Might as well try to impress her’ you thought and grinned up at her, which was your second mistake that day. You felt sharp claws digging into your left leg and hissed in annoyance.

“Not cool, man!” you huffed and kicked him in the throat. The desire to impress equally impressive tall, beautiful women left your mind and you made quick process of the remaining Lycans standing in your way. You kicked the corpse of the one that got you for good measure, cursing under your breath. When you turned around you noticed that the lady had made your way to you, still staring you down as if you were the weirdest thing around here.

“I would help you, but it seems you have the situation under control,” she said, and a shiver ran down your spine. Her voice was like liquid honey and your heart clenched again. You absentmindedly rubbed your chest and said “Well, they are not the first supernatural being I have encountered, and they aren’t the most dangerous ones.”

She seemed impressed with your answer if the slight smirk was anything to go by. Her gaze wandered down to your leg and something in her eyes changed. Some far away voice in your head screamed for you to run from her, but you felt weirdly safe around her.

“Believe me when I say that I taste quite awful,” you said and grinned. That seemed to pull her out of her daze, and she stepped closer to you. You gulped a bit when the realization of how tall she truly was hit you, but you wouldn’t back down either. Craning your neck to keep looking at her face you stood still and waited. You should be scared shitless and still you felt as if no danger was coming your way. Yet.

“You should take care of that, before you attract more of them” she simply said and turned around. Sheer stupidity, paired with a malfunctioning brain to mouth barrier made you utter your next words “Well, shouldn’t you be the one to help me out, considering that I only got hurt, trying to impress you?”

She turned around so fast that you just knew she popped something. She was upon you in seconds and hissed “Excuse me?”

“I- I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” you stuttered and felt a blush creeping up your face. All her beauty and your weird feeling aside, she was still someone infinitely more dangerous than 200 Lycans combined. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? 

***

Seeing you tumble out of the woods came as a shock to her system. No matter how many times you got reborn, she would always recognize you, though you certainly looked more different than ever before. Not that Alcina had much time to look at you, when just a few seconds after your eyes met a Lycan barreled into you. Her feet moved on her own, ignoring the other Lycans tumbling down the small cliff, when she rushed to the ledge of the small cliff just in time to see you landing on the dead Lycan.

You were certainly feisty and skilled this time around and the grin you threw her way made her feel things she thought long buried. Until one Lycan got to you and she saw red, but when she came down, she only saw you kicking a dead Lycan before he turned into dust. Alcina was rather impressed when you made that off-hand comment about encountering other beings before. Which would explain why you didn’t react to her like normal people do.

No matter how many times you two met in the course of history, there were certain things that never changed: you always looked similar to your you before, and your smell. Looking at you now, she realized that this time, a lot has changed. The most obvious being your smell. You still smelled like you, but something was underneath all that, that made you somehow all the more alluring to her. Something in your blood sang to her and it confused her a great deal.

You were always kind of shy and timid around her when you first met, but the confidence you oozed made you all the more attractive and Alcina felt as if she was betraying your past lives with that thought. Hearing that you encountered supernatural beings before made her stop dead in her tracks. What was your life like until you met? What happened to you to change you so fundamentally? But your next words shocked you more than she would ever admit

“Well, shouldn’t you be the one to help me out, considering that I only got hurt, trying to impress you?” you said with such an insufferable grin that Alicna had the impulse to strangle you for the first time in her long life.

“Excuse me?” she hissed and clenched her hands. Not that you would notice. But apparently you didn’t mean to say that, if your blush was anything to go by. Still, Alcina was fuming at the blatant rudeness, but also shocked at your bluntness. Your new personality was… still somehow endearing and interesting. She couldn’t fit your current you into the picture she had of you which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“What is your name?” Alcina asked and took a few steps back to get a better look at you. The smile you gave her was apologetic when you said “Excuse my poor manners, I really don’t know what has gotten into me today. My name is y/n.”

“I am Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, but you will call me Lady Dimitrescu or my lady. You would do good to remember your manners, little one.” She said and offered her hand to you. You gave her another stunning smile as you took her hand and bowed to give kiss to her knuckles that did ABSOLUTELY not fluster her, before you purred, “It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

You would be the certain death of her this time around. She was certain of that. She should keep her distance from you, it wouldn’t do to become to attached to your, your attitude would get you killed rather sooner than later. But what she said was: “Come now. The castle isn’t that far, and night is almost upon us. It wouldn’t do to stay out here, with you being injured.”