Sort of disappointing how we never got any depth to the relationship between Thalia and Grover after she stopped being a tree. Did all his guilt just disappear when she comes back?
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– It's been ten years... will you just let us... die already
– Seriously... please let us go feast with Thalia in her halls...
– Come on now, friends! New adventures await :)
In other words, if made to choose between being buried under the sands of time, or being adopted by an overly invested fan to use as dolls in her frankly sadistic mental sandbox, which one do you think characters from a long-since closed local production of a Wildhorn musical would prefer?
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Inspiration Saturday ☔️
Phew, I haven't done one of these in months! But hoping to actually get inspired and also to prove that I am working on that last chapter and because I think I actually finally know how to get through that last bump, here's a little tease from the last chapter of the mudslide fic:
The hours leading up to that felt heavy. Eddie could feel Buck’s worried looks on the back of his neck all throughout, sticking there like he accidentally rolled into flypaper. Eddie couldn’t blame Buck for it much, but by god, did it make him feel like shit; like some fragile porcelain doll that couldn’t handle the pressure without snapping.
And he could handle it, damnit. He’s done this before and he’ll do it again.
After coming back from his first tour in Afghanistan, they sent out dates and locations for all upcoming funerals and Eddie had spent five days driving around in his old truck, wearing his cheap suit, sweating yellow stains into his white shirt and trying to get to all the places that he could afford the gas money to.
That was the one time of Eddie being selfish and leaving Shannon to deal with Christopher alone, that she never rowed up for him and he was still thankful for that to this day.
Those funerals were different, however. Most of those soldiers he’s never met or only so briefly that he probably wouldn’t have recognized them on the street — after that, he made a great effort to commit their faces into his memory, by staring at their framed smiles at ceremonies day in and day out.
This time, he was attending the service for someone who, inadvertently so, but saved his life and Bosko’s. Ramirez made the ultimate sacrifice and the least Eddie could do was to honor his memory.
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Hm. I've said I wouldn't in the past, but lately I've felt just a bit more open to the idea of making a cai of Dandy.
Still not super sure if people would really wanna chat that much with Dandy, but idk! Even if it's just a bit of fun for a few people! Maybe! A hard maybe.
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