#i am gonna be so heartbroken for them

[heretherebedork]

Sprite is just one entire gaybie and I love him for it but this is gonna hurt so much.

[takami-takami]

Not gonna lie y'all I'm so fucking miserable.

[britcision]

Listen. Could Dead and Loving It be a fraction of the length and maybe finished by now if I only focused on Danny and Jason?

Possibly

Would it be a better story?

Probably, from several perspectives

But it absolutely would not be the same story, and nor would it be the story I want to tell

Because I am hopelessly addicted to ensemble casts, and I don’t want the boys to exist in a vacuum. I want Jason to run off with his siblings and with Danny’s friends, and I want Danny to fuck with the bats

I want them to touch all the parts of each others lives that existed before they met, and will still continue to exist after even if things change forever between them

I want all the background characters to interact with each other, have their own inner worlds and their own motivations, and yeah, this absolutely means this is not an efficient telling of a slow burn romance

Because the story isn’t the slow burn romance

The story is these two people, and the world they live in, the story is the way Duke and Cass both see Jason differently than Dick and Tim ever could and that matters, and that none of them are wrong

The story is Danny finally telling people who will listen about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and all the fucked up things the GIW do, and being able to ask for help and have that be okay

The story is messy and complicated and will have so many rises and falls, so many pivotal moments that are drama and combat and so many that are just two people talking to each other and finally seeing eye to eye

The story is the way that Jason’s relationships with his family can finally mend, now that he has someone who can get him the help he’s needed

The story is the way that Danny can come to terms with the responsibilities of being a king, the constant question of agency and power and what he’s worth if he’s only Danny and not the Ghost King

The story is Clockwork fucking with the pair of them because he specifically thinks it’s funny (he’s right)

And yeah, there’s a slow burn romance in there. There’s also a coming of age tale, and a story about healing and reconciling and moving forward knowing you cannot change the past, but you can do better

Unless fucking Clockwork decides you can change the past because yeah then it’s fine to just go do that I guess

I was kinda considering breaking the story out into multiple chunks because holy fuck is 100k an intimidating chunk of words, but I’m not gonna

It’s all one story, and you will be my hapless victims as we get to fucking 300k or wherever this beast ends because we are not here for efficient story telling and motion of the plot

We’re here for the connections, the characters, the meaningless bullshit that would absolutely be cut in anything anyone ever wanted to sell, cuz I am not selling this

Imma write every fucking scene I wish I got from books, TV, movies, podcasts, actual plays, every fucking time I scream at the characters to just fucking talk to each other because messy is good too

Messy is okay

Stories don’t need to be marketable to be worth telling, and this one’s gonna be too long and intimidating for some people and that’s okay

But I fuckin’ rolled in from Critical Role which averages around 500 hours of content per campaign and a cast of 7 plus Matt’s NPCs

And I STILL want more goddamn character moments from all of them so I haven’t found a size yet that I can’t manage

I love reading focused stories that I can get through fast, and fuck, look at the rest of my AO3; I will fucking never diss a one shot, or a short story, or a piece that really focuses in on one or two characters

Delicious, I love them, my bread and butter

It’s just not what this mess is gonna be, and that’s okay too

Gods be fucking willing we will not have another six chapters that take place over the course of three hours, but we’ll just have to see how that shakes out cuz I’m being possessed by a seemingly infinite number of plot bunnies and my own tendency for “hey it’d be funny if”

And oh boy has it been funny every time

[antstarion]

my house feels so empty without my dog :(( vent in tags

[lenievi]

this moment was so unfair of him (his voice had no business getting so soft, and of course a girl's gonna get her hopes up if you look at her like that)

and this one too, when La'an told him that yes, he was a bit like the other him, and he smiled

[da-proti-toku-grem]

feeling like a total asshole today 👍

[eddiemetalheadmunson]

"Uptown Girl" | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham | Stranger Things

Eddie sits on top of a heavily graffitied picnic table smoking a cigarette, his combat boots planted on the seat below as one of his legs bounces up and down with nervous energy. He never could keep still, and it was a habit that constantly got him into trouble in class. That or the humming. There was constantly a tune playing in his head from one of the hundreds of songs that helped give his life some meaning and he’d often hum a few notes out loud without realizing it. This was usually accompanied by a little drum solo via the pencil in his hand.  

Ya’ give the people a free show and they don’t even appreciate it, he muses to himself with a snort.  

His thoughts drift back to English class that day and he feels his gut respond with an anxious flip. He still wasn’t sure what parallel universe he’d slipped into that led him here, sitting on this shitty picnic table, waiting for someone he hadn’t spoken to in years but still very much remembered. She wasn’t the forgettable type.  

I mean, by all accounts, she should be. Forgettable. Her life was the polar fucking opposite of his and he was fairly confident her personality was, too. They most likely had diddly squat in common, and he’d assumed she was just another uptight, pretty popular chick that preyed on all of the lowly peasants beneath her. Peasants like him. That’s what pretty, popular chicks do, right? That former confidence was utterly rattled earlier that day when out of nowhere, she’d shyly asked if she could speak to him by his locker as everyone was spilling out of the classroom to the sound of the bell ringing. 

When they were at his locker (or at least, he thinks it was his locker – he didn’t really ever use the thing) she’d smiled nervously up at him as the glittery blue makeup on her eyelids sparkled beneath the overhead fluorescent light. It felt like a punch to the chest when her silvery blue eyes, shadowed by something that looked an awful lot like desperation, then locked onto his as if she’d done so a thousand times. 

“So...hi. Um, can you – will you read this when you have a minute alone? It’s totally okay if not. I just...I overheard that you might have something I kind of really need. I’ll check the meeting spot after school. Come if you want to,” she’d rambled breathlessly, her already light pink cheeks turning a few shades brighter. She’d then gently pressed a folded note into his hand and promptly scurried away without a reply, her strawberry blond ponytail whipping back and forth as she went. 

He’d stood there with his mouth hanging open stupidly, not yet processing what had actually taken place, before coming to and quickly unfolding the note right then and there. With a furrowed brow, he’d read the short message scrawled in neat, feminine handwriting. 

I need help. Something that can make a person not think for a while. 

And just like that, Chrissy fucking Cunningham was back on his radar again. 

“Chill out, man,” he mutters to himself in annoyance at the way his stupid heart responds to every stupid thought he has about her. It's all stupid.

She was the Queen of Hawkins High, after all. Head cheerleader with a bright, sunny future, dating the basketball star of the town, Jason Carver. The King of all assholes and a royal thorn in his side. Jason didn’t seem to have two braincells to rub together but apparently that didn’t matter. The town gobbled up his shit like he was a god, conveniently looking the other way when his true self came out when provoked. Eddie just happened to be a connoisseur at provocation. It was too easy, really, to get Jason all worked up.

Bottom line, Jason Carver is a dick. What Chrissy sees in him, Eddie will never know. Not like he cares, anyway. As if.

Eddie had accepted long ago that if Hawkins High was a monarchy, then he was the court jester. Someone to laugh at. Someone to provide endless amusement. Someone to use and discard without feeling. Everybody loves to laugh, right? He’d learned how to own it over the years, making it his choice rather than the decided role others had so graciously thrust upon him. He turned to music and D&D, flipping a big ol’ middle finger to anyone who didn’t like him as he drowned them all out with rock n’ roll and good pot. 

He scowls, stubbing out his cigarette on the table and flicking the butt into the woods. He wonders about what Chrissy thinks of him. He thinks about how annoying it is to be wondering about what Chrissy thinks of him. He thinks... he might be losing it. 

Before he can dive into some good old-fashioned self-loathing, he hears the crunching of leaves and his head snaps up to see her walking towards him into the clearing, shoulders slightly hunched and arms wrapped around herself as if she’s cold. She looks... scared. 

Her face softens a bit when their eyes meet and she offers him an awkward little wave. “You... you came,” she says quietly as she comes to sit down opposite him. Up close, he realizes how haunted she appears, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. Eddie feels his stomach lurch in concern. 

“Hi. I did, indeed,” he replies, unable to concentrate on anything but the evident fear radiating off of her in waves. “Hey... you okay?” 

She swallows hard as her eyes fall, and wraps her arms around herself again. “So... how does this work exactly?” She replies, dodging his previous question and getting straight to business. I mean why wouldn’t she? Not like she’d want to spend one unnecessary second of her time with Eddie the Freak. He clears his throat and pops open his tin lunch box, going into sales mode like he does with everyone else.  

She’s just another customer, he reminds himself. 

Before he can get a word in, a branch snaps from somewhere behind her in the forest. The girl practically jumps out of her skin as she whips around to see what it was, her chest heaving as if she expects to be attacked at any given moment. 

Irritation flares inside of him at the realization that she’s probably just scared to be with him, close enough to the school that someone could possibly stumble upon them. Now, that wouldn’t be too good for Chrissy’s squeaky-clean reputation, would it? Can’t tarnish her crown for the likes of him. 

He flips the lid closed and sighs, looking everywhere but at her. “Hey, uh, we don’t need to do this – gimme’ the word and I’ll just walk away.” 

She spins back around in alarmed concern, shaking her head back and forth frantically. 

“No, it’s not that – I don’t want you to go,” she says in a rush, her eyes falling again to stare at her fingers as she picks at her nails nervously. 

“It’s just... do you ever feel like...” she pauses while Eddie’s eyes narrow in on her in surprised curiosity, “... you’re losing your mind?” 

For a minute all he does is cock his head to the side and assess her, completely unprepared for such a relatable inquiry from the cheerleader living a life so laughably different from his. It doesn’t appear that she’s messing with him. Not with the way she meets his eyes with an expression of hopeful anticipation that yanks on one of his heart strings.

She just wants someone to understand her, he realizes as he recognizes the signs of someone who fears being mocked. Someone whose already been laughed at in a moment of vulnerability. Eddie is all too familiar with the feeling.

“Uh... y’know, just... on a daily basis,” he replies with a genuine, cheeky smile, and something flickers in her cobalt blue eyes as the corners of her pink lips turn slightly upwards. 

“I mean, I feel like I’m losing my mind right now doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham. The queen of Hawkins high,” he confesses with a slightly teasing tone. She gives him a look that translates into something like amused skepticism, a small smile now donning her features. He allows himself a moment to enjoy how pretty she looks when she smiles. To enjoy that he was the cause. It unnerves him, that it even matters to him at all. 

“Y’know, this isn’t actually the first time we’ve... hung out,” he says, feeling a slight twinge of apprehension. 

She cocks her head and looks at him curiously. “No?”  

For some reason, it makes him feel... something, that she doesn’t remember him. 

“You don’t remember?” 

“I’m sorry... I – “ 

“That’s okay,” he replies nonchalantly, before abruptly clutching at his heart and dramatically launching himself backwards off of the seat and onto the forest floor, earning a yelp of shock from her. 

“I wouldn’t remember me either, Chrissy,” he exclaims in a wounded tone, pushing himself up off of the ground and smacking the autumn leaves off of himself. 

“Do I have somethin’ in my hair?”, he inquires facetiously as he turns back around just in time to see her face break out into a broad smile, her eyes glittering with wonderment and mirth as she actually laughs out loud at his antics. 

The only thing he can think of as he takes in this utterly bizarre scenario between them is that Chrissy Cunningham smiles like the sun. When she laughs, it lights up her entire face, banishing the shadows and illuminating something so honest and real... and this time, Eddie is the one she’s shining on.  

He finds he rather enjoys the warmth. 

[strawberrysweater]

i

saw a post that reminded me of a pokemon mystery dungeon zine i was following and i. forgot about it. completely. i wanted to buy it and preorders are over all their leftovers are fucking gone. i missed it by a few days. i am so completely utterly fucking devastated

[bloomingonionbitch]

also while shuffling books around today and unpacking the last few boxes i found TWO "Picture Book of Saints"!!!!

i only remember having one copy as a kid so where did the second one come from?????

[myheartissetinmotion]

thinking about how, in the midst of a color-saturated, reference-filled, slightly-cringey-yet-delightful, so-hollywood-it-hurts film adaptation that doesn’t get talked about much, lily and finn pulled off the most stunningly nuanced portrayal of delena’s relationship i’ve seen yet

[a-wintone]

Something about a character fighting the attraction to a person he's obviously very in love with is so funny

Like, he manages to convince himself every now and then that they'll be better off without him, that he doesn't even like them that much anyway

And then he spaces out for like 2 hrs thinking about how they've read a spicy doujinshi together, how his crush laughed at the dumb scenes and all the anatomically strange poses, and he's just like.. oh. Oh shit. Focus goddamit-

[rivrsong]

!!!

[the-voidwalker]

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[cloudybarnes]

new beginnings

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo very unexpectantly breaks up with you, you try your best to pick yourself back up and move on. theo, on the other hand, seems to be having a harder time of that.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Masterlist

part two :)

✰  ✰  ✰

“(Y/N), you’ve got to get out of bed at some point.” Hermione said. She was sitting on the side of your bed while you laid fully wrapped under the covers. Hermione gently tugged the blanket down from your chin, but you whined a little in protest. 

“‘Mione, I seriously can’t do this yet.”

Theo, your boyfriend of over a year had broken up with you only a few short days ago. You’d been in bed ever since, heartbroken over what could have been. 

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but you have to get up. I can’t let you live the rest of your life in bed! Don’t you know how badly your bum would hurt from laying all of your life?” Hermione joked. 

A small smile grew on your lips. “Yeah, that would be pretty tragic. I have too nice of a butt to let that happen.”

Hermione laughed. “There she is! I’ve missed your little jokes. Ron and Harry have become quite boring without you around. I think they’re worried about you.” 

You groaned. “Nooo. I hate when people worry about me. It’s just so awkward when I have to be like ‘I’m fine’, ‘no really, I’m fine’.”

Hermione shrugged. “Well, are you?”

You sighed, pulling the covers down from your chin. You looked up at her, a forlorn look on your face. “Definitely not, but I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to be stuck in here for the rest of my life. I just, I just don’t think I can handle seeing him right now.”

Hermione looked at you sadly. “I know. I hate seeing you so upset like this. God, what I would do to put a hex on that boy. He’s quite deserving of it, I would say. Maybe a rat’s tail, or a snake tongue.”

You giggled and sat up in bed. “Or how about we make him bald, or worse, blonde.” 

Hermione laughed at that. “Oh, Godric, then we’d have another Draco running around. I don’t think I could handle that.”

“Me either,” you laughed. Slowly, your smile dropped. “I just hate him. Well, no, I don’t hate him. And I hate that! I hate that even after breaking my heart I still love him and long for him.”

Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), I wish I could say something or do something to make this better, I just really don’t know what.”

You shrugged, “yeah, it is what it is. It’s not your fault he’s an ass.”

She chuckled. “So, what do you say? You wanna try to get down to the great hall before dinner starts? I’m sure the guys would like to see you again.” 

You thought it over for a minute. You really had missed your friends. Other than Hermione, you’d ostracized yourself from everyone just to avoid Theo. 

But were you really ready to see him again? You didn’t think you would ever be ready to see him again. 

“You know what,” you stated, “I am gonna go to dinner tonight. And I’m gonna ignore him and see my friends who I’ve missed and ignore the hell out of him because he’s an ass and why should I be the one who has to stay in bed all day?”

“Woohoo!” Hermione cheered. “You’re amazing, let’s get you showered and dressed. I hate to say it, but if you’re gonna get back into the world, you need to wash your hair.” 

You chuckled as you picked up a piece of hair to inspect it. “Yeah, okay. Shower first, look really pretty, eat dinner, come back. Piece of cake.” 

You pushed the covers off of you as Hermione stood from the bed. 

She said, “I’m gonna grab your clothes, so just get in the shower. We shouldn’t be too late to dinner that way.”

You nodded and headed to the bathroom. You were gonna go in there, socialize with your friends, reassure them you were fine, and everything would go back to normal. You hoped. 

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“(Y/N)!” Ginny shouted as you and Hermione made it to the Gryffindor table. She stood up from her seat and pulled you right into a hug. 

Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you smiled and held her even tighter in the hug. Ginny was an amazing friend to you. She had tried her best to see you, but you didn’t let anyone in. Only Hermione since she shared the room with you. 

Pulling away, Ginny dragged you to sit down next to her. Hermione followed suit and sat on the other side of you. “Oh, we’ve missed you so much, (Y/N/N). We’ve all been so worried about you, haven’t we?”

Harry and Ron sat across from you. They both nodded their heads, agreeing with Ginny. 

“Yeah, what an ass,” Ron scoffed. “Honestly, someone needs to knock that bloke down from his high horse. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, (Y/N/N).”

“Yeah,” Harry replied as he pushed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Theodore is a walking red flag. I for one am not sorry for him. He lost a good girl and he’s gonna regret what he’s done.”

You smiled at them. “Yeah, I am pretty awesome. Thanks guys.”

They chuckled and continued eating. Merlin knows those two could eat an entire quidditch field full of food. 

“Ahem,” a throat cleared from behind you. 

Turning around, you saw Enzo standing there sheepishly. 

“Uh,” he stuttered, “hey, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” you said. “Uh, hi Enzo. Do you need something?” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice. Damn it.

Enzo was probably your favorite of Theo's friends. He was always the one you had most in common with, and therefore connected with pretty easily. You’d never hung out one on one, so you couldn’t really say he was your friend. 

“I-no I don’t need something, per say. I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if, uh, that’s alright.” 

You looked back at your friends, unsure if you should talk with him or not. They all seemed to be the same amount of weary as you were, but you were intrigued. 

“I don’t really want to talk to Theo, if that’s what this is.”

Enzo shook his head. “No! Ahem, no. I wanted to talk to you. To, uh, apologize kind of? I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me, this was silly, I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Enzo,” you cut off his rambling. “I’ll speak with you.” You looked back at your friends as you stood up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

They nodded their heads as you let Enzo lead you away from the table and out the door. 

Once you two stood out in the hallway, Enzo kind of just shuffled his feet around, almost as if he was shying away from talking to you. 

“Am I supposed to say something first?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, sorry,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I just feel a little awkward. I know what happened between you and Theo, but I guess I just hoped that didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

Your eyes softened a little at his confession. Enzo’s cheeks blushed a little as you stared at him. 

You sighed. You and Enzo really had been good friends, and you weren’t exactly keen on losing his friendship. 

“I mean,” he continued, “you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of my poetry, you’re the one I go to when I want to talk about books or get recommendations from, and I just would hate to lose our friendship just because I’m friends with Theo as well.”

Your heart melted. “Enzo, of course I still want to be friends with you. I will admit, I was a little nervous you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore after Theo broke up with me. I really enjoy being your friend.”

Enzo smiled in relief. “Oh good. I thought this would be more awkward and a little bit more sad than how it’s actually going.”

You giggled. “Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if I just had a real breakup as well as a friendship breakup.”

Enzo smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I am really sorry about that. I don’t know why he would ever break up with you in the first place. You’re so kind, and I thought you brought the best out in him.”

You forced an awkward smile. You really did not want to be talking about Theo right now, especially not about how you made him a better person. 

Before you could reply, a voice yelled out from behind you. 

“Oi!”

Turning around, you could see Theo storming up towards you and Enzo. 

“What the fuck, mate?” Theo huffed as he got in between you and Enzo. 

“Woah!” You shouted, backing up as Theo got up into Enzo’s face.  “Theo, what are you doing?”

He ignored you and kept talking to Enzo. “Are you hitting on my girlfriend? Right after all the shit we just went through?”

“What?” Enzo squeaked. “I’m not hitting on her, I was just talking to her.”

You were pissed. Your fists balled up at your sides as you stomped up to Theo. You grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him away from Enzo. Theo didn’t see it coming, so he stumbled and fell back a couple of steps. 

“Get the hell away from him,” you growled. “And what the fuck is wrong with you, Theodore?” 

You got between Theo and Enzo, pushing your finger into your ex-boyfriend’s chest accusingly. 

“First,” you said, “you break up with me, break my heart, and then you have the fucking nerve to come up here all righteous and accuse Enzo of whatever the fuck you said, all while calling me your girlfriend when you’re the asshole who broke up with me!”

You glared at Theo, watching as his anger turned soft. “I am not your girlfriend anymore, Theodore Nott. You’re the one who made that happen, so you have no fucking right to come up in my conversations acting like I owe you anything.” 

“(Y/N),” he softly said. “I… I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come out here all crazy. I just, I hate seeing you with anyone else, even if it’s one of my friends.” 

He turned to talk to Enzo, “I’m sorry, mate. Will you give us a few minutes?” 

Enzo nodded his head and gave you an awkward smile before heading back into the dining hall. 

You huffed, settling down a little as you stared at Theo. 

He looked tired. His eyes had circles underneath them, and his cheeks didn’t have their usual flush to them. He was as gorgeous as ever, but he looked drained. 

“You don’t look so good,” you pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Theo frowned and softly said, “neither do you.”

Your lips pulled tight in a frown. Theo didn’t need to know how much he had affected you with the breakup. 

You sighed, “what are you doing, Theo?”

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “I, uh, I’m not really sure. I just didn’t like seeing you with Enzo.”

“Why? You broke up with me.”

Theo huffed, “I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing you with anyone else. It still feels like I’m supposed to be there. Like I’m supposed to be the one with you. I miss you.”

You shook your head as hurt started to creep back into your heart. “Don’t say things like that to me, Theo. Not after what you did. I loved you, and you broke up with me out of nowhere for no good reason, either.”

“I’m sorry,” he tried to reach for you, but you shrugged off his hand. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I just know that I regret it like crazy. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I’ve always wanted to be with you, I was stupid to let you go. Can you forgive me?”

Your lips pulled tight. “Theo, I can’t just get back with you like this.” You said. “I don’t trust you anymore. You broke my heart, and broke my trust. You gave me no reason for the breakup, so who’s to say it won’t happen right after we get back together?”

He shook his head. “Dolcezza, no. I won’t do that to you, not again. What can I do to prove this to you?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t get back with you. Not like this, and not so soon. You really hurt me, Theo.”

“Well, what if we try being friends at least?” He suggested. 

“You wanna be my friend?”

“No,” he said immediately. “But I’ll settle for being your friend for as long as it takes to win you back.” 

Your heart warmed at what he had said. Maybe you could try being friends with him. He did really hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 

“Okay,” you decided, “I’ll give you a chance to be my friend. Don’t hurt me again, Theodore, or I’ll get Ginny on you.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get my baby back. I can promise you that.” 

[satan-is-obsessed]

i just got so sad cause i remembered that when season 5 comes out it's over

[forestslut]

ooooog