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slowandsteddie · 8 months

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Claudia Henderson and Her (Two) Boys

Link to Part One

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I don’t really have a preamble here. Just know that I am incredibly happy to have this one off my WIP list. I’ll probably do a part three at some point where I focus more on her story, but I need to knock some other stuff out first. I never realized how much we are starved for Claudia content until I started trying to write some.

Steve talks about the night that his mother died in this one. Tread carefully if that’s sensitive content for you but you want to read anyway.

2,242 words.

“You never really explained how you got those scars.” Claudia said softly.

She walked into the kitchen and set her bags down on the counter. While that wasn’t the most correct greeting with Eddie sitting across the table from Steve, it did go to show that she saw the guy with matching scars as part of the family. She had been dating his uncle long enough, in any case, to have claimed him as one of her boys.

“Protecting Dustin.” Steve said after a moment.

She ignored the fact that his face went through a lot of emotions over that one, like he couldn’t decide what he was allowed to say to her. She knew there was a cover up of sorts and lots of NDA’s that he had to sign. But surely he could tell her something.

“And, who was protecting you?”

His eyes flicked to Eddie and she noticed the way that both of them blushed. It warmed her heart to know that they were safe with each other, but she’d let them admit what she already figured out in their own time.

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“She, uh. She caught him cheating on her.” Steve said suddenly.

She sat down the plate that she had been washing, and turned off the faucet after rinsing the soap off her gloves. Claudia turned around to look at Steve. It had been years, and this was the first time that he had talked about it. That night. She didn’t say a word, just watched him as he watched the table.

“She was so calm about it until the other lady left, you know?” His voice caught. “She was calm when she told him that she was going to file for divorce in the morning and that she was going to take everything. Including me. And I was so happy, you know? Because I realized that she did love me…”

Claudia felt tears well in her eyes, but made no move to wipe them. She didn’t even dare to sniffle, in fear that it would get him to clam up.

“Then there was screaming. So much screaming. A bang, and then silence.” He shuddered. “I called Hop when the screaming started. Let him hear it over the phone, even as I… I couldn’t even breathe, mom.”

The word that slipped out made her heart squeeze painfully. He had never called her that so sincerely before. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms, but refused to move. Not until he was ready to look at her. Now wasn’t the time to potentially startle him.

She wanted to go to him, desperately. Wanted to wrap him up tightly in her arms and remind him that he was safe now. But, Claudia knew that if she made a move before he was ready, Steve would react like a cornered animal. And he deserved to feel safe in his own home, damn it.

“My dad tried to find me. Got more pissed when he couldn’t. I think… I think he would have killed me if he found me.” A humorless laugh passed his lips. “Hop found me, first. Knew the room I liked to hide in from finding me there on previous, uh, house calls.”

Claudia’s heart broke. How many times had Steve needed to call Hop before? How many times had her poor boy had to endure knowing that his mother was hurting and he was too young to do anything but hide and call for help and pray?

Her hand went to her throat because she needed to hold something and she wasn’t about to move right now. Steve needed to talk about that night. It was good for him to let it out instead of keeping it bottled inside. She wasn’t going to do anything to make him clam back up. Not unless he asked her too.

“Hop got me out of there so fast. So fast, mom. I was in his car and he was peeling out before the on duty cops even got there.” His voice cracked. “I heard a gunshot and I swear he just drove faster. I never really knew what it was like to feel safe with an adult before, you know?”

Steve had to stop to breathe. To gather himself. Neither one of them acknowledged the tears sliding down his face.

“I was twelve and terrified. I knew that Hop would come when I called. Kind of his job, you know? But I never would have thought that he would…you know, uh… Get me out of there himself and promise me a safe place to stay.” A shuddery breath passed his lips. “He was right, by the way. You are safe. And I’d really love for you to hug me right now, mom. Please.”

That was all Claudia needed to hear. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her boy up in her arms so tight that she could feel his heart pounding as he hugged her just as tight. He was shaking so badly as she whispered soothing words against his ear. He was taller than her, but it was easy to get those gentle words right where they needed to be with the way he curled into her.

“You are mine, Steve Henderson. As long as I have air in my lungs, you are safe and have nothing to worry about. Ever.”

“H-Henderson?” He pulled back, then. Not a lot, but enough.

“Yes. You’ve been a Henderson to me since the day you stepped foot in my house.”

“Can… Can we make that my legal last name?”

“We’ll go Monday.”

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“Five years and you’re finally a Henderson,” Dustin said with the biggest grin that she had ever seen.

That really did say something because he had this habit of somehow smiling with his entire face when he was genuinely excited. And that happened a lot.

“Ew. The same last name as you? What was I thinking?” Steve teased while pulling him closer. He yanked off his hat and messed up his curls, his fingers not tangling for once. “Nice! You actually brushed it this time.”

“I’ll have you know I did no such thing. This is from when I tricked you into brushing my hair for me last night.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re telling me that you didn’t brush your hair this morning? You woke up in plenty of time, I heard Lukas on your walkie-talkie.”

“Why were you eavesdropping?”

“One. Your friends are loud. Two, don’t change the subject on me.”

That was when Claudia decided to clear her throat. Both boys stopped and looked at her, eyes wide, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.

“Hi, mom,” they said sheepishly.

She held up the envelope. “Steve, you want to do the honors of opening your new documents?”

Steve walked toward her and reached out, delicately taking the envelope from between her fingers before sitting down. Dustin was trying to crowd around him, wanting to be the first to see them with him. She couldn’t help but to smile. Her two boys, brothers in all the ways that mattered.

“Can… Can I wait until Wayne and Eddie get here, too? Want my whole family here for this.”

Her heart swelled with pride and adoration for the teen she had taken in all those nights ago.

“Of course we can wait, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

Claudia listened as Steve and Dustin went back to the importance of taking care of their hair. She smiled, shook her head, and started putting away the groceries. Usually, she’d ask her boys to help her out. But, Steve seemed to be making headway and she really would love for Dustin to actually brush his hair more than once a week.

She waited for a lull in the heated discussion. “Spaghetti or meatloaf?”

Steve said meatloaf at the same time that Dustin said spaghetti and she was prepared for another argument. But then she heard a cheery “meatloaf!” coming out of Eddie’s mouth as he walked in the front door like he owned the place. Her face broke into a grin, but only because she knew that Wayne wasn’t far behind.

Wayne’s face immediately lit up the second he saw her and it had her blushing like she was still just a school girl. She was almost tempted to try and hide behind her hair, but then she remembered the effort that she had put into the updo and left it alone.

Dusty grumbled and it made her pout at him playfully. “Sorry, baby. You were outvoted, but I’ll make spaghetti when all the leftovers are gone.”

That seemed to appease him for the moment and that was enough for her to start getting all the ingredients together for dinner instead of fretting over her boy. Wayne easily found his way into her space in a helpful way. He did kiss the side of her head when the opportunity arose and Claudia almost squealed over it. Nearly five years and she still got excited over the affection he had to offer.

“Hey, uh. Everyone’s here,” Steve said suddenly.

Claudia nudged Wayne to go take a seat at the table with their boys. She washed her hands before doing the same as she had been messing with raw meat before.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked after a few seconds.

Steve was just staring at the envelope that he had sat on the table after his statement. He cleared his throat.

“I wanted all of my family to be here when I opened it, so I had to wait for Dingus and his uncle to get here.” He cracked a smile.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin. Dingus.” Eddie joking mocked that last word before shuddering.

“Shut up, Ed’s. This is a big moment.” Steve said without any heat. He was too busy grinning.

Claudia smiled, watching the boys bicker.

“Open it, Steve!” Dustin demanded, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening the envelope so carefully. Dustin opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it over the pointed look that Wayne gave him. This was Steve’s moment, Claudia thought, and she was glad that the other adult in the house agreed with her.

He pulled the letter out, carefully unfolding the paper and his eyes scanned the page quickly. His smile just kept getting wider and wider. He turned it around so that everyone could see it when he was finished.

“Officially a Henderson!” He exclaimed and it was met by cheers.

Claudia’s were the loudest of all. While she couldn’t officially adopt the boy who showed up on her doorstep all those years ago, she could give him a family name that doesn’t make him flinch when he hears it. She got up and closed the distance before pulling him into a tight hug that he was quick to return.

It was kind of funny, in a sad sort of way, that Steve couldn’t be adopted because his father, who was in prison, refused to relinquish parental rights — but, they could get his last name changed and it was more or less the same to them.

“I’m so happy,” Claudia murmured against his temple, which she promptly kissed.

That was when the rest of her boys came in to join the hug, effectively squishing Steve into a pile of love and affection that she knew he’d never have to doubt again.

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Dustin, Steve, and Eddie were all in Steve’s room with some of Dusty’s other friends. They were playing that dice game that she couldn’t seem to understand no matter how much they tried to explain it. What mattered was that there was math and science involved somehow and that they were having fun.

She leaned into Wayne who was sitting beside her on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she smiled as she settled into him. He placed a kiss on top of her head that left her blushing pretty badly.

He was watching the game with a beer in his other hand. Claudia, meanwhile, had a glass of wine. She was more than content to just sit close and spend time together. Sports was another thing she didn’t know much about. Wayne had tried to explain this game to her and she did get the general idea, but she was never going to be able to remember all of those stats.

“I’m happy for ‘em,” Wayne said at the start of the commercial. “Steve, I mean. He seems so much lighter now that he has your name.”

“I feel like I can breathe easier, now. Like I have some sort of legal claim to him now that we share a last name.” Claudia took a sip of her wine.

Wayne hummed his agreement before taking a drink of his own beer. Apparently it was the last drink because he sat the can on the coffee table and it sounded pretty empty. When he leaned back against the couch, she leaned back into him and rested her hand over his chest.

“I think you should stay tonight,” she said.

Almost like it wasn’t the first time that she invited Wayne into her room while the kids were home. If it shocked him, he didn’t let it show.

“Then I will.”

#stranger things #Claudia Henderson POV #Claudia Henderson and Her Two Boys #Claudia Henderson #Steve Harrington #Steve Henderson #Dustin Henderson #Wayne Munson #Eddie Munson #cw: mentions of death #cw: mentions of cheating #cw: mentions of abuse #let me know if I missed anything #claudia is a good mom

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rosetta-j-stone · 8 months

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Joker Out: We came up with seven recipes this week : D

The seven recipes:

Mesh Pateto

Gourmet Gluten Free Meal (baked potato with hot dogs)

Banana Bread (a banana in some bread, that's it, that's the recipe)

Bolognese Risotto (seasoned with Jan's hair and weak salt)

Chopped Onions (marinated in Bojan's tears)

Something Featuring Cock Noodle Soup One Assumes

Secret Mystery Recipe They Haven't Shared With Us Yet (perhaps finally involving that poor lettuce)

#joker out #cooking #let me know if I missed anything

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whump-in-the-closet · 1 year

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based on this prompt by @whump-kia. i haven't been able to stop thinking about it and the brain rot is killing me so voila

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Villain wiped the blood off his hands, letting it splatter the concrete. "How does it feel? To have our positions reversed?" He grabbed Hero's collar, hauling his nemesis close-- close enough to see the blurred eyes and to hear the choked breathing. "I know that I'm enjoying it."

Hero wheezed. "I'd give the experience five out of ten. You're getting sloppy." Blood dripped down his chin with his words.

A sharp inhale. Villain's grip tightened.

Hero didn't see the blow coming, but he felt it. Iron-tasting blood filled his mouth, something ripping loose when he prodded his teeth with his tongue. Fuck. He swirled the broken tooth around, trying not to gag on the ocean of crimson. Disgusting.

When Villain leaned close, Hero spat the blood out. He laughed, the sound raw in his throat. "Like I said, sloppy."

Villain let go of Hero's collar, letting Hero slump to the concrete roof. He dragged a hand down his face, flinging the blood off with a flick of his wrist. Villain snarled. "You think you're so clever? Do you know where that's going to get you?"

"--I'm still alive, aren't I--"

Crack. A kick to the mouth this time. Hero's lip split and he doubled over, choking on the blood that stained the concrete.

"A broken jaw." Villain smiled wolfishly. He made no idle promises.

Hero pushed himself up on his hands and knees, staring at the puddle of blood and the ghastly-white tooth in the centre. He peered up at Villain and matched his smile.

Hero, with shaking limbs, stood. His vision instantly flashed dark at the sudden movement. With crimson staining his chin and dripping down his throat, he forced another laugh.

He lifted his hand and slowly, pausing for dramatic effect, flipped Villain off. "Go ahead. Hit me again. Maybe it'll raise your rating."

A flicker of rage. And then Villain grabbed Hero's wrist and yanked him forward, twisting his arm behind his back. Hero cried out. Fuck again.

Villain hissed in his ear, "Don't threaten me with a good time." He twisted Hero's arm a hair tighter and laughed when Hero gave a strangled half-cry.

"A solid 5.5," said Hero, voice sharp.

Snap.

Hero screamed this time.

Villain dropped him on his broken arm and white sparks burned paths behind Hero's eyes. The pain exploded to devour his entire body.

Villain kicked him. Hard, in the ribs. "That should keep you quiet for at least five minutes." He walked away, then returned, swinging a crowbar. Back and forth, back and forth.

Hero's eyes followed it.

Back and forth.

"Now we can have a good time."

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump ideas #whump community #hero whumpee #villain and hero #villain and hero drabble #hero whump #cw broken bones #cw beating #defiant whumpee #let me know if i missed anything #whump drabble #whump scenario #whumper turned whumpee #maybe. its implied is all

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fandom-animals · 5 months

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If Blitzø Buckzo isn't THEE Character Ever, he's definitely one of The Characters Ever. Look at him. He's an assassin. He grew up in a circus. He's a horsegirl. He's pansexual. He got a prince of Hell and a major popstar to fall head over heels for him. He has an adopted daughter whom he adores more than anything. He has beef with an animatronic that was made to look like his estranged ex-best friend. He's blown up that same estranged ex-best friend twice (they made up.) He's a bodyguard. He's really good with guns.

I just love him so much.

#let me know if i missed anything #blitz buckzo #blitz helluva boss #helluva boss #cw gun mention #pansexual character

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confusedkittensposts · 3 months

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Adventures of Meowley (part 2)

POV Castiel

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Part 1

“Here you go”, a cherry middle aged waitress placed his coffee cup on the table, taking his attention away from the band that was playing soft lively music across the street.

“Thank you”, he smiled politely at her, a little amused by her curious gaze.

Castiel watched the waitress walk back into the cafe, he had opted to sit at one of the tables outside. Mostly to enjoy the band.

He stirred his coffee, watching people take time to stop and listen to the music, some even dancing with their companions.

This city was lively, with old fashioned buildings decorated with plants and colorful fabrics draped above the streets. The Seraph picked his cup, taking his attention back to artists as the song notes began to climb.

He had made a habit of escaping to little corners of the world whenever he could. If only to remind himself pain and despair were just a part of the world and not all there's to it.

The performance ended on a high note and inCastiel joined the others clapping and cheering the group. He left the money for coffee and a tip, under his empty cup.

He strolled the streets under the slanting rays of the setting sun. even visited an occult shop, and while the owner was undoubtedly human, she had managed to gain three hexed objects, hopefully her business will do better without them affecting it.

The seraph was watching a dog run circles between his owner’s feet as she bought flowers when he felt a supernatural presence, he let his grace warp around his, making himself invisible to humans around him.

He looked around smiling when he spotted Charlotte coming near him.

Charlotte was the youngest hound of Crowley’s pack and the first he had managed to befriend. To be fair, his relation with the hounds depends on his relationship with Crowley, they are fiercely loyal to their king, and the demon is just as protective.

He placed his hands on her, scratching and petting behind her ears, the sides of her face, down to whatever part of her neck he could reach.

“Hey Cas.” “Hello.”

There was an undercurrent of anxiety around the hound but Castiel refrained from questioning her, knowing if they were in danger Charlotte would not have waited to tell him.

The hellhound leaned into his touch for a moment before pulling back, “Papa wants you to meet him at the graveyard.”

Castiel nodded.

The graveyard was located in an insignificant village of south america, It was spread across a large area of land, near the forest and dotted with old trees and moss covered headstones. Crowley used the place as a playground for his hounds.

Charlotte took his leave, without any further information, saying she had another message to deliver. The seraph flew to the cemetery.

Imogen, Ophelia, Friar stood in a loose semi circle near a bench not far from Castiel. They turned, feeling his presence, parting their circle.

On the bench, in front of the hounds, sitting gracefully, was a large black Cat.

His head tilted to a side as he regarded the familiar demonic form of Crowley crammed in the little furry vessel. The cat looked right back at him with warm amber coloured eyes. ‘Hello feathers’, the cat flicked his tail once, otherwise remaining completely still.

“Crowley?” Castiel walked closer to him, “why are you a cat?”

"Haven’t you heard? it’s the newest fashion”, he rolled his eyes, almost impressed by the amount of sarcasm Crowley filled in the few words.

“What happened?”, the seraph asked, absently reaching to scratch behind Friar’s ears.

The cat meowed loud and indignant, clearly unhappy with the question, “Had a little run in with my dear mother. She seems to think she has a sense of humor.”

A part of Castiel thought so too, but telling that to the demon was unlikely to end well.

The seraph felt her presence a moment before Juliet ran into the graveyard, her powerful paws leaving deep imprints in the soft soil.

The hound was anxious and agitated much like Charlotte, it made him wonder how exactly the latest confrontation between Crowley and Rowena had gone down.

“Castiel”, the hellhound nodded at him, before turning to the king of hell and relaying the news she had brought.

The seraph listened to her report with half a mind; his hand twitched with the urge to know just how soft the Cat’s or well, Crowley's fur would feel. The thought was ridiculous And dangerous, if the waves of irritation he could feel rolling off the cat shaped demon was anything to go by. He idly wondered if getting scratched to death would be worth it.

“Feathers?”

“Huh”, the seraph broke out of his thoughts, to see everyone looking at him. “Sorry,” he shook his head, “what?”

“My demons found the witch.”

“And you need my help to have her reverse the spell.”

“If it's not too much of a bother”

“Of course not.”

Castiel stood in a botanical garden slash nursery somewhere in Washington, Rowena was picking some herbs from.

“I hate flying”, Juliet grumbled beside him, shaking herself. “Can’t share your complain today, darling”

The Seraph smiled at the Cat nestled in his arms, Crowley hadn’t been happy when he scooped his small form up, but by now the demon had made himself comfortable.

Angels fly between planes, Demons teleport, but Hounds run between the planes, so he isn’t surprised Juliet isn’t thrilled to travel with him. But they needed to catch Rowena before she leaves the place.

The witch must have felt his presence, because she was waiting for them in a quiet corner of the emptying garden. “Hello, tweetie pie”, her red lips pulled into a grin.

Both Juliet and Crowey growled, almost drowning Castiel’s quiet greeting.

“Fergus!”, The witch quickly walked towards them, reaching for the demon. The Seraph took a few steps back, pulling away from her.

“Rowena”, Castiel’s voice rang through the plants, a hint of his true voice laced the words. The witch stopped where she was, her smile dropped into a smirk and her eyes turned sharp. Beside him, Juliet calmed down.

“You are no fun, Angel. Maybe-

“Just remove the spell, will you?”, Crowley cut her off, much to Castiel's relief.

“Why would I ever do that? that looks suits you” Rowena looked between the demon and the Seraph, “I will be happy to take him off your hands.”

“Just reverse the spell and you can walk out of here alive.” Castiel was in no mood to play games with the witch, a sentiment she unfortunately did not share

“I am sorry, Castiel, but I can't do that.”

The seraph sighed, he moved Crowley to sit on his shoulder, and stalked towards Rowena.

His eyes glowed with his grace, his hand closed around his blade, “Turn Crowley Back.”

“As I said, I can't. There is no counter spell, no way to reverse or remove it.” Rowena looked at Crowley, “the spell run its course and fade on its own”

“Liar”, The demon under the spell hissed, his little claws curled into Castiel's trenchcoat.

“Did you truly think I would make it so easy for you? I am your mother, I know your annoying habit of having tricks up your sleeve.” Rowena turned to him then, taking half a step forward, “Can’t you tell if I am lying or not?”

“Hey”, they turned to watch a man approaching them, “We are closing, you should have been out 10 minutes ago.”

“Forgive us,” Rowena grabbed hold of his arm, tugging him along, “My friend here is rather enthusiastic about the plants, we lost the track of time.”

Castiel followed the witch, asking Juliet to do the same.

“How long will it take for the spell to fade?” He asked her as they were making their way out of the building, Crowley made a noise of protest, but Castiel quickly pulled him down, holding the cat to his chest.

“A week or two”, the witch looked at the demon, “maybe three?”

“You know, I will kill you, if he asks me to.” “Hmm, I don’t think so.”

Rowena placed a little card in his pocket once they stood outside, “Call me, preferably or something that isn’t about your new little plaything.” She tried to pet Crowley again, but Castiel pulled him away.

“Why are you letting her go?”, Juliet asked, once the witch had disappeared.

The King of Hell let out a sigh, it sounded strange coming from a cat, “As I said before, I will kill her myself.”

#i am not completely happy with this #it wasn't supposed to be as long #all mistakes are mine #i will go through it later today and do some editing #castiel #crowley spn #rowena macleod #juliet the hellhound #thats it #i think #let me know if I missed anything

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kawaiikenna · 2 years

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@leap-ing @elithemiar-blog @halfblackwolfdemon @winged-scaly-attic-dweller @spideypools @redfoxtail26 @manapeer @8000fangirl @antagonistly @all-eyes-no-dragon @mysticalcomputerdetective @01101010-01100001-01111001 @stealingyourbones

Hopefully that’s everyone. Anyways, here’s chapter two! Drop a kudos and comment over on ao3: Under the Earth; Far from Home. Angst, panic attacks, being buried alive, ptsd flashbacks, as well as depictions of a severely malnourished and emancipated Danny ahead. If any of this triggers you please be careful!

Jason had been ignoring the signs. The itch to go riding that would inevitably end at the cemetery where he had been buried. The feeling like he had something to do there. Some kind of unfinished business that he couldn’t remember. The amount of trauma that was linked with the place made it…difficult, for Jason to even think about going past the cemetery gates.

Both Dick and Tim had gone in to see if they could find anything. They didn’t and Jason tried to put the whole thing behind him. To forget about the whole ordeal. But something kept pulling him back. Now two weeks after he initially started feeling the strange pulling, Jason is standing before the gates. He stares at the wrought iron with a slight distain.

He takes a deep breath and pushes past the gates and into the cemetery. His burial plot was in the southeast corner. So he made his way over to it, hoping that it would make these feelings finally settle. As he passed row upon row of headstones, the feelings did not settle. If anything, something stirred in his chest. Something fearful and desperate. Jason was about to turn around and give up when something caught his eye.

Tucked away in an unkempt corner was a very recent grave. Initially he thought it was unmarked but upon a closer look Jason found a wooden plaque sunken into the muddy ground. It had hastily carved words; ‘To our beloved son. We wish we had known sooner.’

Jason picked up and turned the plaque over to see if there was a name. There was none. Only the words he had seen before. He neatly places the plaque back at the head of the grave.

“Your parents must have loved you a lot buddy.” Jason says, his emotions settling just a bit in his chest. “I hope you rest in peace.”

And as he was turning to leave, something happened. It was like the barest of whispers spoken directly into his mind. Quiet but desperate all the same.

help

Jason turns back towards the fresh grave. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he responded. Not really in words, more of a wave of morbid curiosity. The answering response he got nearly knocked him off his feet.

Help, help, buried, not dead, alive, alive, ALIVE.

An instant wave of panic took over his senses. Suddenly Jason was back in his own casket. Buried underground with no hope of help or rescue. Left alone to suffocate and die a second time.

He was on his knees clawing at the dirt before he knew what he was doing.

Alive, help, coming, safe?

He waited on baited breath. Hoping for a response. Anything that would tell him that the boy buried there was still clinging to life. The further he dug into the dirt the more desperate he became. It had rained recently, just the night prior, so the dirt had become heavy and sloppy. Even with it being freshly turned, the rain had packed it down some. Making it much more difficult to dig through.

No, no, hurt, alive, hurt.

Jason screams into the empty cemetery. He roughly shucks off his motorcycle jacket and his shirt. Leaving him in his boots, jeans, and white tank top. Tiny rocks and dirt shove themselves under his fingernails as he shovels and scoops dirt, throwing it haphazardly, only caring about hopefully, possibly saving the boy.

Jason continued to send mental waves of help and safety through whatever mind fuckery this was. With every desperate cry for help, he became more frenzied and desperate himself. Soon, far too soon, he hadn’t dug even two feet into the ground, he made first contact with the casket. What he wasn’t expecting was to be shocked and for green sparks to shoot out from the box in the ground. Jason pushes past it though. It wasn’t too painful, more of like the kind of static shock you would get as a kid playing on the trampoline. Slowly, too slowly, he uncovered more and more of the box. He had finally uncovered most of it when he noticed a sliding hatch closer to the head of the coffin-like box.

He was not prepared for what he saw on the other side of this tiny window. Blue eyes with a green shine stared up at him. Tear tracks running down his face, glowing a strange green. Black hair limp and lifeless, flopped to one side of the kid’s face. Skeletal hands and fingers pressed up against the mockery of a window as green sparks flitted about. A gaunt, skeletal frame shaking from the constant shock.

Jason hesitated for only a moment before nearly ripping the lid off of the coffin. Hydraulic hinges squealing in protest as stale air flooded out of the box. There was soft sobbing coming from the teen. Jason gently picked him up and pulled him out of the tiny prison. The teen shook in his arms but held tightly to Jason as if his very being depended on it. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with only socks on his feet. Everything was far too baggy on the boy, only testifying further that he was severely dehydrated and malnourished.

Jason whispered consoling words. What they meant he didn’t know, because at that moment the panic had finally swept him up. Flashbacks and anxiety threatened to swallow him up completely but was staved off by the quivering teen in his arms. It grounded him enough to keep a tight hold on the teen.

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Jason wasn’t sure how long they had stayed down in the dug out grave. Long enough that the sky had turned from an almost dusky color to the city lightened smog of the night. The black haired teen had passed out into a deep sleep a while ago. When he had first fallen asleep Jason panicked, thinking that he had died. But a quick check showed that the teen was still breathing lightly and an impossibly slow heartbeat still thrummed in his chest.

Jason finally pulled them out of the somewhat shallow grave. He laid the teen in the grass and gathered up his clothing. Before he put his shirt back on, Jason chipped away all of the dried dirt on his arms. Anything that was still wet was scraped off and flicked into the grass. With his shirt back on he picks up his jacket and the teen, making their way back to his motorcycle by the gates.

He situated the teen to sit behind him on his bike. He used his jacket to secure the tiny, skeletal body to himself. Settling it over the sleeping teens shoulders then tying the sleeves around his own torso. Once Jason secured the teen as best he could, he took off into the night, phone ringing in his ear.

“Master Jason.” A prim and proper voice answered. “How can I help you this evening?”

“Hi Alfred. I’m going to need medical help.” Jason’s voice is gruff and water from the amount of screaming and tears he’s experienced in such a short time.

Alfred sighs. “What have you gotten yourself into that requires you to visit the Manor instead of your apartment?”

“I don’t need it. I found a boy buried alive in the same cemetery that I was buried in. He’s really weak, most likely severely dehydrated and malnourished. I-I’m not equipped to take care of something like this.” His voice is breaking slightly.

There was a moment of silence. The only sounds Jason could hear were the wind screaming in his ears and the muffled sounds of traffic. The panic he had shoved into the furthest darkest corner of his mind was starting to creep into his thoughts again.

“Alright. Bring him straight into the cave. I’ll have a bed ready for him and I’ll call Dr. Leslie in. I may be able to do many things, this however seems like a situation we need a professional opinion on.”

“Kay. I’ll see you then.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp #dc x dp #jason todd #dc comics #dpxdc #batfam #red hood #ficlet #tw: buried alive #tw: anxiety attack #Tw: severe malnourishment #tw: ptsd #tw: flashbacks #hopefully that’s all of the triggers #let me know if i missed anything

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selinakyl-ee · 1 month

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ooc: hey im officially working on a 'family tree' of sorts for every blog involved in this rp group so would you mind telling me who your characters are connected to and where theyre living with tags so I can keep everything organized?

Connection list is:

Parent/child

Grandparent/grandchild

Great grandparent/great grandchild

Siblings

Dating

Married/engaged

pibling/nibling (gender neutral terms for aunt/uncle and niece/nephew)

(repeating this for all the blogs you run would be appreciated)

@morningstarscratch

sure!!!

child: (from a different dimension) @stray-tim (currently lives with selina)

adopted children/feels like children: (any variation of Helena, Dick, Jason, Duke, Steph, Cass, Barbara, Damien, etc,. (Any oc characters too / ig)

I'll tag a few: @thebestofwaynes @babsggordon @circus-champion @hinata-rosario-revamped @jason-peter-todd-harper @damianwayne-thebloodson @superiorrobinxx @gotham-spoiler-alert @notnotnightwing @shh-its-cass

dating: Bruce/ @officialbruciewayne

#let me know if I missed anything #selina kyle #ooc post #selina kyle rp #meow #catwoman #catwoman rp #dc comics #dc #ooc

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tangerinethecat · 1 year

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Rouxls Simping for Queen: A Compilation

(First two pics are from the wiki because screenshotting each individual line of in-game dialogue would be a pain in the ass)

(Last pic is from the 2022 status update, and yes I believe Rouxls disguising as a lamp in Queen's room implies that he's still interested in her lol)

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #q5u4ex7yy2e9n #queen #deltarune queen #rouxls #rouxls kaard #queenkaard #just wanted to have all of these in one place #let me know if I missed anything

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ArtFight 2024 Pictures!

Heliotrope and Helianthus - Helio ( @mcpicklebreath )

"... What's a phone?" - Wesh Pavlov + A.D. ( @adsanika )

Confusing Cookery (or, Why You Shouldn't Call Nutmeg At Dinnertime) - Nutmeg Slowik + Agatha Blanc ( @wolfswitcheryanimations )

Objection Funk Failure - Millicent "Eter" Edgeworth ( @.wolfswitcheryanimations ), Dee Cipher ( @wiiabee )

Glacia Party Sticker Moment - Glacia the Shadow Siren ( @terraterracotta )

Goopie's Cut Outs and Sketches - Goopie + my cat [Artemis] ( rattiee3e on Instagram )

Lovecore/Webcore Creature Design - Design me a SCENECORE/LOVECORE character!! [Aimi Tamaki] ( @fuckyouupfog )

A Hoarder Of Quarters ~ ♪ - Venti Jitters ( @.wolfswitcheryanimations )

Oasis Sweet Oasis - Xōchi ( @churroach )

Minnie Fay Character Design - Design an OC [Minerva "Minnie" Fay] ( Splynko/ Splynko on Twitter )

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slowandsteddie · 6 months

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Lazy Petals

AO3

Okay. This work is NOT completed. I cannot guarantee an update schedule because only the first chapter is completed. However, I DO have everything plotted out (assuming it doesn’t get a mind of its own) and the goal is to be 50k+ words.

This story is very personal to me. I’ve taken my grandparents love/live story and made it Steddie. The characters are going to be OOC. Just letting you know right off the bat in case that is something you aren’t interested in. Also, this is a No Upsidedown AU.

My grandparents were immediately obsessed with each other, but didn’t date until after they had graduated high school. Which means that while this isn’t a slow burn, it is going to be slower than the stuff I usually write.

I don’t want to give too, too much stuff away. There there is a post where I described the main highlights and asked your opinion on reading it. There is also a poll where I asked if I should start posting before it was finished, and I got a pretty definite yes.

I saved the divider that I plan on using for this series back when I first started talking about it. I have since lost my note that told me whom to give credit to. If you know who made it (or know how to find that information on mobile!!) please let me know.

I think that’s enough of a preamble. Without further ado, here be the CW’s and the first 3,489 words.

Content Warnings: Steve was hit by a car and in a full body cast for over a year - he makes a bowling joke about it, his parents are very distant, his grandparents got very distant after his injury and he doesn’t understand why, Wayne is very careful while babysitting to make sure that no one can accuse him of being inappropriate, mentions of his mom overmedicating him so he’s easier to deal with, mentions of how weak he got from being in the cast. And as always, let me know if I missed anything.

Steve didn’t remember much about that night.

His mother said that it was a blessing and refused to fill in any blanks for him under any circumstances.

His father, however, if he had drunk enough whiskey, would look at the six year old Steve as though he were a much older man and sigh before telling him anything he wanted to know.

Which meant that Steve knew that the car that hit him swerved in order to do so. (He didn’t know if the lady in the little blue car did it on purpose, or if she was a distracted driver. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know that.) He knew that she had to have been going over forty miles per hour because the impact sent him flying at least a dozen feet before he slammed into that bus stop. He knew that the driver kept going and that at least half a dozen people ran to his aid and that one of the women had screamed because he was unconscious and she was so certain that he was dead. His little body was so broken and bloody and they couldn’t see him breathe.

He also knew that his father got to his hospital room before his mother, sweat pouring down the older male’s body as though he had showered in his clothes because he had run there from work. His mother showed up over twenty minutes later, all put together like she had taken the time to clean herself up before appearing. Something his father wasn’t sure if he could forgive her for. (This was one of the few times that his father would express just how much that he loved Steve, and he would carry that warmth with him forever.)

He knew that they had to revive him four times, that they had done twelve surgeries, that they had put him in a full body cast because nearly every bone in his body had been broken, including parts of his spine. He knew that his parents had been told that he would likely never walk again. He knew that a specialist had pulled his father aside to inform him that his brain wouldn’t develop normally after all of the trauma that it had been through after being smacked around in his skull. They’d have to be careful, and that they’d have to understand if he never progressed much past the age that he was now. That he could be in his fifties and still acting five and that there was nothing that could be done beyond what they had already done – remove a small part of bone behind his ear to help relieve the pressure and pray for the best while preparing for the worst.

And, while he couldn’t remember the absolute agony that he must have been in. He did have the descriptions that he used to tell his father. That there was lava in his veins and his bones were shards of ice cold glass threatening to tear him apart completely. His father had only told him that part once, with tears in his eyes. “There wasn’t anything I could do to help you, boy. I couldn’t take the pain away. I would have died to save you even a fraction of that.”

That was one of the few times that he could remember his dad hugging him. He had been so careful and gentle while pressing his face into his hair. He inhaled deeply and he cried. And Steve had done his best to hug him back despite the plaster that made it near-impossible to move his arms at all.

At first, Steve had thought that it was really cool to be stuck in bed all the time. He didn’t have to do anything. That got boring within a week and he still had at least a year ahead of him where he was meant to stay in bed unless he was in the bathroom or at a doctor’s appointment.

Even eating in bed, something that had once been unacceptable and even punishable before, lost its novelty pretty quickly.

He liked having his mom read him notes from the teacher and his classmates. He liked her reading him his homework assignments and writing down his answers for him so that he would still be on track. It made him feel like an important man, like his dad was going to be, with a secretary.

The thing is, though, that he really missed going outside. He missed playing in the woods outside of the trailer park where he lived. He missed going to his grandparents house with the pool and the stairs that he’d probably never be able to walk again. He could climb them, though, after the cast was removed. He was pretty sure. He might not have a lot of muscle left at that point, but that would just mean that he was lighter and had less to have to move anyway.

When Steve brought that up to his mother, her lips would turn into a very tight, thin line and something he couldn’t name would flash in her eyes. “You are not going to go to that house any time soon, young man. It’s best to let those ideas go.”

“But I miss Grandma Marty and Grandpa Pete, and they won’t come here,” he whined.

“The Harrington’s won’t come to the trailer park and you know that.”

“We’re Harrington’s too,” he’d say defiantly.

She’d leave the room at that. Effectively ending an argument that they had had multiple times before. But what else did Steve have to talk about? He didn’t really have anyone else to talk to either, other than their neighbor that he had taken to calling Mister Wayne.

Wayne was probably a few years older than his dad and lived alone in a trailer that had always seemed so lively despite the quiet man who lived in it. He always had the tv or the radio on when he was home and Steve lived for that. Because his window was always cracked open for the breeze, which meant the sound could drift to him as well.

It was better than the quiet of his house that only seemed to get broken up with arguments and slamming doors. He was so used to it, but he still flinched every time and did his best to pull the blanket over his head as though that would muffle the sounds.

Sometimes, Wayne would come to his window and read him a book that his own nephew liked. The Hobbit. Steve fell in love with the adventure of it, and Wayne never seemed to mind reading him the same book over and over, a few pages at a time while he smoked.

More often than not, Wayne was the one who came over to babysit once he noticed that Steve had been left alone. He never once complained about it, never once gave someone else the chance despite all the ladies who would come over with food. And wine for his mom, when they could spare it.

Sometimes, Wayne would talk about his nephew. He was a scrawny kid, a few years older than Steve, named Eddie. Had a dark mop of long curly hair, and eyes that always seemed to have mischief in them. They’d like each other, Wayne was pretty sure, and he’d introduce them the next time that Eddie came to visit.

Steve would want to ask when that would be, but he never did. He had Mister Wayne and that was more than enough for him. His dad was staying later at the office, trying to prove that he deserved that promotion that would get them the hell out of the trailer park, without his parents' money. His mother was getting into yoga and book clubs, and Steve was being left alone a lot. Because, what kind of trouble could he get into when he was stuck in bed? Besides, the neighbors could hear if he shouted for anything and Wayne seemed very invested in making sure that he was okay.

Steve never knew why the older man made sure that his curtains were always wide open and that his light was on so that others could see that he was reading to him, or talking with him, from a chair that was always at least three feet away. Maybe it was so they would know he wasn’t alone? He wasn’t going to ask about it, not wanting to chance scaring away the one adult who never raised his voice at him, who never abandoned him when things got hard like his grandparents seemed to.

Months went by like this. His parents not being home, his grandparents not even calling about him, and Wayne doing his best to fill in the difference despite his own job. The other neighbors would come on occasion, but Steve was very sullen with them where he would laugh with Wayne. That didn’t deter them from coming over as he would have liked, and begrudgingly he found himself becoming friendly with a few of them.

It was the beginning of summer when Steve was finally able to get the casts removed. His father took him to the appointment, and he tried to not be disappointed that his mother wasn’t there at first. By the time he was wheeled out to the front of the office, though, his mother was sitting where his father had been.

He did his best to not look at himself. He was pale and scrawny and kind of stinky from not being able to wash himself properly because of all the plaster that had basically covered him for over a year. Most of his bones had healed great, according to the doctor. He wouldn’t know because he still hadn’t looked.

His father came back from wherever he had been, paid the bill with tight lips, and then took Steve out to the car. His mother helped him into the seat before covering him with a blanket that he was grateful for. It wasn’t that he was cold, he just didn’t want the chance to look at himself yet. He wanted to do that when he was home, where if he broke down and cried, no one else would know. Or, he wouldn’t have to see them knowing in any case. And that was enough for him.

They stopped for ice cream on the way and Steve asked for a small strawberry cone. Strawberry wasn’t his favorite, but it was what Grandma Marty had all the time, and he missed her even though she didn’t acknowledge him anymore. Wouldn’t answer his calls, wouldn’t call him back. He didn’t even know if she got the letters that Wayne had helped him write.

When they got home, Wayne wasn’t home. Not for the first time, Steve found himself deeply upset by that. He’d never voice it. Adults had responsibilities outside of him. And he knew that he only got about an hour with Wayne a day, maybe two if he was incredibly lucky.

His father came to help him out of the car, because he had more muscle if Steve should happen to fall. He clung to his father’s arm with all the strength that could muster as he walked like a baby giraffe toward their trailer. Well, he called it walking. It was more like wiggling his lower spine and hips while throwing his legs forward. After maybe five steps like that, he found himself being lifted into his father’s impatient arms as he was carried the rest of the way in and sat on the couch.

“Thank you,” Steve said instead of complaining about not being able to use his legs. He had wanted to walk, to prove that he could.

His father simply grunted in response before going to the kitchen to grab a drink. The same way he always did when he was home for the night.

His mother was inside a few minutes behind them, having stopped to talk to a neighbor briefly. She looked at Steve on the couch and tilted her head at him with a calculating look in her eyes.

“Would you like a bath?”

“Yes, please.”

This time, Steve did get to walk on his own two feet to the destination. He was leaning heavily on the wall, almost gripping on to it with one hand as he practically threw himself forward. He was breathless by the time that he got to the bathroom and pain seemed to radiate out through his entire body, starting at his tail bone.

“You can have some meds after your bath,” his mother said gently. “And I’ll get you your refill before dinner, okay? So you don’t have to worry about running out.”

Steve didn’t think it was time to refill his medicine yet, but he didn’t question it. His mom was on top of it. He was a kid who lost track of time a lot.

He sat on the toilet and he watched his mom prepare the bath for him, knowing that she would only let him have the water a little above room temperature. His skin was sensitive and the steam wouldn’t be good for him with the medicine that he was taking. He couldn’t even have hot food without the steam making him nauseous.

Carefully, he was pulled back to his feet and stripped of his clothes before he was helped into the tub that seemed to be more bubble than water. He sat down carefully, wincing a bit as he did so, before letting himself lean back in the water that felt warmer than it probably was because of his weakened, cool skin.

He sighed in contentment as his mother washed his body for the first time in what seemed like years. He was nearing seven years old and thinking about years in the past, it would make his dad laugh if he shared that thought with him, an idea that made him smile.

His mom washed his hair, tilting his head back and using a hand to make sure that no soap got in his eyes that he had squeezed tight. He got to play in the bubbles for a few minutes, his dad standing at the door as his mom got him some comfy clothes and a towel.

It was his dad who dried him off and helped him get into his clothes.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he said softly. He knew he was expected to thank his dad for everything he did that was above and beyond, which meant he ended up thanking him for everything.

Steve was carried back to his bed, something that he would have whined about if he wasn’t so tired and in so much pain. He was tucked in and his mom came to give him some toast and juice to take his pills with. He knew he was only meant to have one, but he took both that his mother gave him anyway. He washed it away with grape juice and half of the slice of toast she had brought him.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he murmured.

“Get some rest, love,” she replied while kissing his forehead. “You had a big day today.”

Steve nodded in agreement, wishing that it could be that easy to just let the sleep overtake him. He closed his eyes as his mom left the room.

His father checked on him once a day, his mother gave him two pills instead of one, and made sure he at least had breakfast and dinner. One of the neighbors made sure he had lunch and new puzzles to work on, new toys to play with. Steve would wander around the trailer as best as he was able, and Wayne would read to him before he went to bed.

Days turned to weeks like that.

One day, Wayne wasn’t at work and both of Steve’s parents were gone. He wandered over to his bedroom window and opened it wide.

“Mister Wayne, if I can get to the front door, can you help me out?”

His walking was still unsteady and stairs were very difficult for him.

“Are your parents okay with you being outside?” Wayne asked sympathetically.

“Uh. Dad said I could as long as I either finished my puzzle or put it up first.”

Wayne gave him a knowing look. “Okay, you little hellion. But only because I know you’d hurt yourself trying to do it anyway.”

Steve beamed and closed his window most of the way before making his way to the front door. It was a struggle to unlock the door because of the latch chain, but he managed. Wayne was waiting there for him with an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips.

“Getting outside used to be easier,” he sighed before reaching out.

“Maybe it’s the weight of knowing that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be,” Wayne teased as he picked Steve up and set him back down on the ground.

“No idea what that means, but thank you for helping me pass the stairs.” Steve grinned widely, the dirt and grass squishing slightly beneath his toes. It felt so good.

“You’re welcome, brat.”

Steve giggled before doing his version of walking. He took maybe ten steps, very much aware of how closely he was being watched. His breath came a little harder from the effort, the times between walking so close together. Shakily, he sat down as carefully as he was able. Movement caught his attention and made his head snap up to look toward Wayne’s trailer.

“You gotta ghost!” He exclaimed.

Wayne laughed at that, shaking his head. “That’s the nephew I’ve been telling you about. He’s staying with me for awhile. Treat him like a skittish cat until he’s used to ya, and I’m sure y’all would be good friends.”

“Eddie,” Steve said happily. “Can he come out so I can meet him?”

“I’ll send him out after I smoke my cigarette,” he said as he put more distance between them before lighting up.

“Thank you!”

Steve laid down flat on the grass, spreading his arms and legs out as much as he could without the pain becoming unbearable. It wasn’t very far, but he didn’t care. He got to grip the green strands in his fingers. He got to feel the light and heat of the sun soaking into his skin and settling into his bones. He was beyond convinced that the bright yellow thing in the sky was much more healing than the meds that made him feel tingly from his head to his toes.

He must have fallen asleep like that, because next thing he knew he was being awoken by a toe nudging his shoulder. His eyes flashed open and he was met by the most dark, beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.

“Uncle Wayne said you just got released from the mummy’s curse.”

“He said that?”

“Well. He said your name was Steve and you just got a full body cast removed a few weeks ago.”

“That sounds more like him.”

“So…What happened?”

“A lady tried to go bowling with me and her car. The only pin she knocked down was me.”

Eddie snorted. “Shoulda planted your feet more firmly, she woulda gotten a strike.”

Steve’s lips tugged into the widest smile that he had ever had on his face. “My parents don’t like it when I joke about it.”

“Parents are stupid.”

“Yeah. How long are you stayin’?”

“As long as I can.”

Steve hummed in thought. “You any good at reading out loud?”

“Depends. What book?”

“The Hobbit.”

Eddie’s entire face lit up, his huge smile showing off the chipped front tooth. “My favorite book in the entire world? Yeah, I’m pretty good at reading it out loud.”

“We should read to each other. I have troubles with some words, but I am trying.”

“I’d like having someone to read and play with.”

“Oh, uh. Playing is hard for me right now. I’m still trying to get my strength back.”

“It’s okay. We read The Hobbit, we gotta have a pretty good imagination. We can pretend to play.”

Steve blushed and looked away. He never had someone his own age willing to work around his limitations before.

“I heard about a game with dice where we can talk out stuff and the dice decide how well it goes,” Steve said suddenly.

“Dungeons and Dragons!” Eddie apparently decided that he was tired of standing because he flopped down next to him at that. He rolled around in the grass before eventually settling on his side, propping his head up on his hand. “I can find a way to make that work with just two people.”

“Oh.”

“Turn that frown upside down, friend. I like a challenge. We’ll make this work because it sounds like fun.”

Steve beamed.

Taglist (let me know if you want added or removed! I was just trying to get who I remembered to seem interested!):

@estrellami-1 @eriquin @epiclazershark @morganski-19 @ellaelsinore @y4r3luv @valinwonderland @thespaceantwhowrites @jackiemonroe5512 @spectrum-spectre @princessstevemunson @ghost--enthusiast @gothwifehotchner @kas-eddie-munson @auroraplume @salisbury-at-the-stake @currently-steddiebrainrot @finntheehumaneater @marshmellowpaint @littlewildflowerkitten @perseus-notjackson @sapphirecobalt-1 @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @gloomysoup @anne-bennett-cosplayer

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #taking my grandparents love story and making it steddie #grandparents love story #lazy petals #no upside down au #read the cw #car accident aftermath #mention of medical abuse #let me know if i missed anything

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localdumbitch · 2 years

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Polyamory in Media

Watched:

You me her (good)

Sense8 (good)

Amorous/Hide & Seek (really good)

Siren (acceptable)

Fling (a classic but bad ending)

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women (acceptable, we deserve this type of genre film)

Normal Adolescent Behavior: Havoc 2(complicated but good, ending sucked)

Two in the Bush (good)

Trigonometry (really good)

The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself (really good, we were robbed w the cancellation)

Ma Belle, My beauty (boring but watch)

Lost Girl (good until its not good but still watch)

Gossip Girl reboot (bad show, shitty ending but some good throuple moments)

Show Me What You Got (terrible ending, I mean really)

We Are Thr3e (actually pretty good, will be rewatching)

Blocco 181 (good throuple, and we’re getting a s2!!)

First Blush (acceptable)

Not Watched:

Savages

Sex of the Angels/Angels of Sex

Taste of Betel Nut

Threesome

Bright Night* need more research

Kiss Me Again

Caprica

The Magicians

Wanderlust

Compersion

Poly People

Threesomething

Love Songs

Reckless*

Love: Augmented

Versailles

3 Will Be Free

Poly-ish

Before We Grow Old

Purposely not included; The Expanse, most animated shows that have a single episode of polyamory (I’m looking at you Futurama), Black Sails, American Horror Story, Fate: The Winx Saga, Avenue 5, Insatiable, The Politician

#poly #polyamarous #polyamory #throuple #with reviews #finally watched blocco and it was really really good!!#highly recommend #also We Are Thr3e is a stand out fave #let me know if I missed anything

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doyou000me · 8 months

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Love In The Big City Part I and II: Words and Foods (spoiler free)

I know we're not supposed to start this until tomorrow, but I did my reading yesterday and got sucked into it and ended up staying up late to read part I and II, and being a korean book there's a few words and such that are not translated.

Now, I am assuming that people who chose to partake in this blook club have some prior knowledge of Korea, korean culture and the korean language. I also realise I might be wrong, so with my limited knowledge scraped together over years of series, reading, studying and general interest in all things Korean, I put this together and decided to share it early, thinking it might be of help to someone while reading.

Words

Umma/Eomma [엄마]: Mom (informal)

Hyung [형]: "older brother" (informal), used by a man adressing a (slightly) older man, regardless if they're siblings or not. Can signal some level of closeness.

Hyungnim [형님]: "older brother" (formal/respectful), same as 형, but with the added honorific of ~님 to show respect. Often used jokingly.

Oppa [오빠]: "older brother" (informal), used by a woman adressing a (slightly) older man, regardless if they're siblings or not. Common way to adress an older boyfriend.

Nuna/Noona [누나]: "older sister" (informal), used by a man adressing a (slightly) older woman, regardless if they're siblings or not. Can signal some level of closeness.

Nunim [누님]: "older sister" (formal/respectful), same as 누나, but with the added honorific ~님 to show respect.

Unni [언니]: "older sister" (informal), used by a woman adressing a (slightly) older woman, regardless if they're siblings or not. Can signal some level of closeness.

Sunbae/Seonbae [선배]: senior. A gender-nautral way to adress a senior within your school/workplace/field of expertise.

Young/Young-ah [영 / 영아]: adding the suffix -ah [~아] to someone's name signals closeness and friendliness. It can be used for someone of the same age or younger. Often used when speaking to children. Gender-neutral.

Ajussi/Ahjussi [아저씨]: "uncle", used to adress an older man. Can be used both politely and inpolitely, depending on context. (also an action movie from 2010 that awoke my interest in Korea)

Jeonse [전세]: a common way to pay rent in Korea where you pay in a lump sum rather than monthly, usually for a laese of 2 years.

Goshitel [고시텔]: A combination of the words Goshiwon [고시원] and Hotel, a goshitel is a hotel with tiny rooms, often offering the bare minimum. It's (comparatively) cheap accomodation. (I recommend watching Strangers from Hell, a series from 2019 that largely plays out at a very run down goshiwon)

Hagwon [학원]: evening school/cram school, privately operated, places for extra study outside of school hours to offer students an "edge" in the unhealthily competitive climate that is the Korean school system (Yes, I have opinions about this. No, I do not ever want to study in Korea. I believe Sky Castle from 2018 could give a look into this, but I haven't seen it on the assumption that it would make me too bloody angry)

Hanbok [한복]: traditional Korean clothing.

Foods

Naengmyeon [냉면]: cold noodles! Litterally cold (냉) and noodles (면) - and it's deliscious! I can recommend the soup version on a hot summer day, with ice, chicken and pear.

Seaweed soup [미역국]: said to be nourishing, it is traditionally served to women after childbirth to help them recover. It is also a traditional birthday dish.

Banchan [반찬]: side dishes, of which there are many in Korea! Often vegetable based.

Hwe/Hoe [회]: thinly sliced raw fish. (The Korean version of japanese sashimi, if you happen to know that that is.)

Other

Mandatory military service: Korea has mandatory military service which applies to all men and which women can apply to. It's about 1,5 - 2 years long. Excemptions can be made, but it's frowned upon. It's complicated. (I have opinions about this, too, that I shan't be getting into here. The series D.P. from 2021 digs into the dark side of it, but I haven't seen it yet, again because I think it'll make me mad.)

Itaewon [이태원]: area/neghbourhood in Seoul, known for it's vibrant and multicultural nightlife. Lots of bars and clubs, and a hub for gay people, but I've heard it's lost some of its popularity after Covid and the Halloween tragedy of 2022. (another series recommendation: Itaewon class.)

#litbc book club #let me know if I missed anything #or feel free to add to it #love in the big city

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