#how else do i cope?

[fearsforbreakfast]

Honestly, how do people normally cope with something regarding their favourite media?

Me? I just read a shit tone of fanfics and stay up all night thinking and listening to themed playlists.

(Mag200 hits hard every single time)

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

His ass would NOT list five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste

[mintytrifecta]

Like one of the reasons I'm so entranced by daring is a character is how he's so self-centered but sooooo unapologetically kind and earnest to other people. He acts with a frankly egregious sense of grandeur that is definitely in part an act an act, yes, but he's willing to admit his mistakes so easily. He's so quick to accept and forgive and it's so clear the happiness of other people is something he deeply values. Prince Charmings are raised to be grand heroes with zero fear, but at their core they're about helping others and being there for them. Daring might not be a destined prince charming anymore, but he exemplifies the core aspect of kindness for kindness's sake without ever asking for anything in return. There's something poetic about it. He couldn't save someone when acting as Prince Charming, but when he was just being himself, genuinely just trying to help someone in danger, he did save them. Daring has a bleeding heart and hides it under the illusion of self-importance. I don't believe that it's all an act, I think he does very much love himself (even if it can get unhealthy) but it's so clear he loves other people just as much. There's a reason he's the gold standard of prince Charmings, and it's not his brevity or combat skills.

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

[cheriboms]

i think they would be friends :]

[clovariia]

hasbro is killing g5 mlp, which means it's officially my city now...say hello to my new and suspiciously familiar "ocs"

[azaharinflames]

I saw this post and wanted to use it to speak on something else, bc it inspired me.

Because the thing is that Buck has been shown to take care of everyone in the firefam. To some degree or other, he’s been taking care of them all for a long time. And this season they’ve highlighted just how much he’ll go out of his way to help.

They’ve shown how he’s grown and matured, how he can be a mentor (814 with him and Ravi is a perfect example), how he can take charge of a situation and not crumble under the pressure.

That’s all good. That’s amazing character development if they land it.

But something they haven’t shown us? Is the firefam fully returning that. Not because they don’t want to, it’s just because they don’t see a necessity for that (I don’t want to say this in a malicious way. I just think it’s the most simple way of explaining it)

I think we will see Buck trying to hold everyone together (something I’ll argue has been hinted at in the trailer, when he goes to check on Chim), and he’ll be the rock for everyone else. And no one will reciprocate, because they have their own shit going on.

But you know who potentially will? Yeah.

The person who was there for him to help him escape from the army. The person who stayed behind and was shown to be worried for Buck. Of course he might feel bad for everyone else, but the show made a point of telling us his concern is Buck. And it’s the same person who’s been the only one to actually take care of Buck this whole season. The only one who fed him, when Buck has been feeding everyone else (quite literally).

This show can be very obvious with their metaphors and messages. They don’t do hidden, because the ones they do are easy to read - and I think this might be one.

Maybe, just maybe - they are gearing up for BT reconciliation based on Tommy being the only one able to clock Buck’s feelings about it all, and being the one to give him actual comfort about it.

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

i somehow doubt that the noldor didn't tell the sindar about the first kinslaying out of malice. they weren't rubbing their hands with glee, cackling and mwa-ha-ha-ing, they weren't trying to sneak into the sindar's good graces to betray them all or whatever the fuck. i think it was more -

it can't have been deliberate. they were the children of a world without death, part of a culture that holds slaying another elf as the worst crime a person can commit, only one of them had ever raised a weapon at someone else in anger before. i think here, before their doom proper even began, the idea wouldn't have even occured to them; if it did, it would have been dismissed out of hand as obviously insane. i suspect what happened is that fëanor came up with some ridiculous cockamamie plan to steal the ships - literally to steal them, like they were going to sneak into the harbour, climb aboard the ships, and sail away without anyone noticing somehow - and of course they were discovered almost immediately, and then -

the sky was dark for the first time in almost all of their lives. as far as anyone knew, the entire world was ending, and a ton of people - on both sides - had grabbed sharp things in case of giant spider. everyone was on the edge of panic, negotiations had conclusively broken down and yet nobody was backing down, the valar were conspicuously absent, nobody could see worth a damn without the trees, nobody really knew what was happening -

that, to me, doesn't sound like the army of professional soldiers the noldor aren't yet massacring innocent fisherfolk. that sounds like the kind of situation where, if they had guns, someone would have fired a shot, and no one would ever find out who

it's chaos. the noldor somehow get out of there with the swan-ships, but not a single one of them could tell you how it happened. they don't even really start processing what they've done until they're already fleeing up the coast in a disorganised mob, and then...

children of a world without death. born to a culture that holds kinslaying as its highest taboo. there is no possible way the realisation they had just barrelled over every ethical law they had didn't hit them as hard as the trees going out

so no, i'm not surprised they didn't volunteer this information to the sindar. i mean can you imagine opening relations with thingol with this partially it's the guilt, partially it's the shame, partially it's the fact that the first thing they did on their heroic quest to reclaim their stolen masterworks was somehow actual kinslaying, that's gotta do a number on your self-image, partially... i think they were still having trouble processing it, especially early on. how do you come to terms as a culture with having done something like this, when nothing like this has ever happened before?

(and maybe - they're never going back, right? mandos was pretty clear they'd never be welcomed in valinor again, and the teleri probably aren't gonna come chasing after them seeking vengeance. whatever... that was (because they don't have a name for it, not really, everyone who knows about it was either there or learned about it while the blood (don'tthinkabouttheblood) was still drying, how do you even give a name to such a crime?) all its consequences are on the other side of the sundering sea, and chances are they'll stay there)

(so maybe. maybe if they don't mention it. maybe it can stay back in valinor, with the valar and tirion and everything else they'll never see again)

(maybe, it'll be like it never happened at all)

[m1rotics]

someone who feels so bad when they hurt you but they need it. can't help but make you cry because of how hard it makes them. muttering apologies as he fists his dick to your sobbing. it's ugly, runny nose, red rimmed eyes, but to him you look perfect. eventually, he pulls your hands from your face and wraps it around his cock, admiring the way more tears roll down your cheeks, and you're choking because of how hard you're crying.

"you're so fucked up," you hiccup as he bucks into your hands.

both of you willingly ignore how his cock twitches at that.

he grunts, "I know, I'm sorry."

"can't help it," he mumbles, and the shame burns through him, and settles in his stomach, seeps into the warmth between his legs. "don't wanna hurt you, didn't mean to."

"I hate you," you whisper, "I hate you so much."

he can't help the way his eyes roll back at that, how hard his orgasm comes hurtling at him after those words leave your mouth.

he apologizes again when he paints your tear-streaked face in his cum.

[peliginspeaks]

Thinking about Fallen London as a backdrop for the theme of the horror of the inevitable today. I know it's The Classic Cosmic Horror Thing, but it's really woven through all aspects of Neathy life even as the PC is written powerful and capable: the constant backdrop of breath-holding for the Sixth City, the Masters and the Bazaar as a force higher on the Chain with a plan that cares not who it tramples, a ton of the Destinies aside from the LotN ones, literally anything to do with the Dawn Machine, the Flukes...the thing that changes you irrevocably could be around any corner, could drop at any second. Everything else, every other story told, is either dealing with that or written in its shadow. Sometimes the game lets you deal with it by fighting back, with the message that even though you can't hold a candle to all of it, you can change some of it and that's enough reason to try. Sometimes, the game lets you deal with it by getting drunk off your ass with a dozen rats and stealing a painting or something of the sort. Both are honestly such valid ways of dealing with The Cosmic Horror Of It All, as is just rolling out of bed every day and complaining about the weather, and the spread of each that the game's writing has is I think what's made it stick so hard as one of my favourite pieces of horror media despite only about 20% of it reading like horror.

[nuwanders]

thinking about reintegration in severance and how fucked up it is actually. like that's not two halves of one person coming together; by the time your innie has existed for more than a few weeks even (let alone several years!!!) that is a whole entire other person, whose personality and values will have been steadily diverging from your own since day 1. and then whatever is produced by the reintegration procedure is not like, both of these individuals cohabiting the same body; it is a third, monstrous thing, a single entity that is simultaneously 100% their innie and 100% their outie, with all of the internal conflict that comes with that, and so ultimately they are neither. the only way for an innie to survive outside of lumon is to be subsumed, without warning, into another person. and for the marks, maybe it won't be so bad - they're different, for sure, but their values and goals seem to more or less align. but i think one of the worst and most sickening things the show could do at this point would be to have Helena eagan reintegrate with Helly R

[ratbastarddotfuck]

just yesterday said goodbye to my comatose friend in hospital. bad at processing grief, feeling fucked up today and thought hey new season of black mirror maybe watching some garbage tv will help me decompress. first episode of the new season is about some guy waking up his comatose wife and suffering about it. ok cool thanks 👍

[witcheshollow]

I love that we have all collectively decided that Jeremys French tutor is going to be suspicious. We literally know nothing abt this person, but bc theyre Not Jean teaching Jeremy French they earned immediate suspicion

[amia-spring]

Happy Birthday Xander Matthews!! 6/15

I decided that the first post on this account would be Xander birthday art, cause why not!

Also there is a tad bit of implied Xanvid :D

Spoilers for Danganronpa: Despair Time, of course!

TW: bright pink blood!! (Not explicit)

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Trust me to literally always be thinking about the fact Martin stabs Jon with the same knife Jon stabbed Jonah with whenever I see some Jmart Finale art and be so extremely normal at the thought of their blood mingling, of staying connected and bonded even in death, of sharing the same fate in the end, of never being able to extricate for one another even if they DO end up Somewhere Else--

(This is the reason why Jonah HAS to be in Somewhere Elses AU. At the very least he should be haunting Jon, caressing his cheek every night Jon cannot sleep over the guilt and grief of failing not just one world but endless ones.)

[goldensunset]

if kh4 wants to be good it’s gotta have like sora excitedly telling strelitzia all about his best friends and how great they are but then it cuts to them acting insane

like ‘my buddy riku is really cool and heroic!’ he’s always got a clear rational head’ ((cuts to riku flipping over cars and/or threatening ppl in quadratum screaming ‘WHERE IS SORA’))

‘oh oh oh and kairi is so kind and brave… her pure and strong heart never falters!’ ((cuts to kairi having a full-on mental breakdown blubbering and sobbing in aqua’s arms))