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deathon1leg · 5 months ago

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byler & yellow curtains (inspired by this incredible post by @love-byers)

i wanted to contribute some of my own findings (which i’m sure have all been pointed out before—i’m no genius discoverer) and personal analysis!!

this post got way longer than i thought it would, but i kept noticing more things to talk about. it’ll be s4 focused but i have some from other seasons too if anyone’s interested in another post :)

mike and el’s fight:

outside of el’s room you can see yellow/orange curtains through jonathan’s door, and some of el’s window through hers. when mike goes in, the window is the brightest and most vibrant thing by far and its curtains are WIDE open. when he goes to put a plate down the left curtain is almost perfectly between them, dividing them like a wall.

at first she doesn’t look at him, so only we (and not mike) get to see her face, which is cast in light and a bit out of focus. (also, the yellow-green tree she’s putting back together for her diorama is peaking out in the corner.)

the bottom two pics are el’s POV, hence the blurry background mike—she feels disconnected from/misunderstood by him.

when she finally turns around is when she’s talking about being different and not belonging anywhere (which, while in an entirely different way, mike can relate to). the light hardly hits her face anymore because it’s shifted to mike’s POV. he sees her in shadow.

the next time we get a full shot of the window is when el says mike can’t even write “i love you”, when she stands in front of it and it frames her.

i wanna point out mike’s face here. he looks so—guilty? afraid? vulnerable? just more genuine than he does the rest of the fight. he knows he’s been caught, and he doesn’t have an excuse (which is why he ends up deflecting and calling her ridiculous)

when el grabs the letters, the window is between them, separating them, and a curtain is directly behind her. also, she says “from mike” or “from” a total of 7 times. coincidence? idk. maybe i’m reaching.

the window/curtains take up a whole half of el’s shot here, and are still “between” them in continuity—it’s as if they’re another character interrupting the shot, just like will did many times in s4 m*leven scenes.

a few lines before “they’re nobodies and you’re a superhero” mike says “you know what i think of you, you’re the most incredible person in the world”. it comes across as ‘i think you’re the most incredible person because you’re a superhero’.

i think el’s “not anymore” is a response both to “you’re a superhero” and the “you know what i think of you”, because this is when she comes to the conclusion that mike doesn’t see her as the most incredible person anymore, and that mike loved her powers/his idea of her rather than her as a person (i do believe mike cares for her a ton and loves her as a friend, but this is el’s perspective) .

her expression changes as she realizes these things, and mike can tell he didn’t convince her.

mike’s talk w/ will about his and el’s fight:

will paces back and forth in front of the yellow/orangeish curtained window in jonathan’s room, venting about everything. it’s not actually a curtain but a sheet/tapestry, so it doesn’t do much at all to block the bright light. (note the bright lava lamp, too.) mike’s not really listening, and is instead staring at the note el left: Dear Mike, I have gone to become a superhero again. From, El

mike knows what el’s saying here. ‘superhero’ = a version of herself that mike can love again, and ‘from, el’ = her acknowledging he doesn’t love her (again, el’s pov) OR implying she doesn’t love him anymore, either. imo it’s a coded breakup/pre-breakup.

this is preoccupying his mind enough that he’s not paying attention to will talking about the very serious situation they’re in.

the note is a symbol of mike’s lack of romantic feelings for el, which lead to the deeper truth of his true romantic feelings for will. with that in mind, here’s what will says when it cuts away from mike looking at the note:

i audibly gasped when the cogs turned in my brain while collecting these screenshots

textually, he’s talking about hawkins here, but COME ON. if we read between the lines…

imagine will’s rhetorical “you” is actually directed at mike—which is easy to do since he’s the only other person in the room—who’s currently staring at the symbolic note.

the thing that needs to be kept contained is mike’s feelings for will, which cannot be contained at all without el. she’s his cover, his beard, his excuse to not face what he’s trying to suppress.

the window appears even brighter when the camera focuses on will.

after this, mike absentmindedly responds with “yeah,” and will notices how distracted mike is, saying:

AKA, if you keep ruminating on your feelings they’re not gonna change, you know?

so, he crumples up the note and throws it in the trash.

this means one of two things: 1. he’s choosing to continue to ignore and “get rid of” his real feelings, or 2. he’s accepting that his feelings won’t change, and is gonna stop trying to get rid of them.

considering the wide open door/‘closet’ behind him, the poorly concealed window, and the “i didn’t say it” “you didn’t have to” scene that comes later (‘it’ being ‘i love you’, as established here, and this convo being coded as also about mike and will’s fight)… i’d bet on option 2. then again, contradictory things happen later, so it may be a mix of both 1 and 2.

a single proper ray of light is peaking through the window, and it’s landing right on a green (blue+yellow, but you knew that) chair, pointing towards them.

even though they’re talking about mike and el’s struggles, will is in the forefront of this shot. he’s lit up by the window’s light, and even though mike doesn’t see that side of his face i believe it’s from mike’s pov.

note the red (el’s color) lamp by will’s head signifying that he think the convo’s just about her, and the yellow potted plant below it that the lamp would be shining on if it were on. (also note the upside down cross next to mike, showing that he feels his feelings for will are “blasphemous”.)

suzie’s room:

this one’s one of my favorites. after eden tells them where suzie is she says “make sure to give that selfish little four-eyed shit a nice little shove for me”. they get to her room but she’s not there.

mike’s, in the front, is first to notice the window, which has open yellow curtains w/ blue trim. the window itself is open, with a gentle breeze and birdsong flowing through it as delicate music plays.

it continues to zoom in on mike as he says this. the door’s open behind him. for some reason or another we’re supposed to focus on mike’s reaction to the window.

“give ‘her’ a shove” as in shove ‘her’ out the window—it’s open, it’s beautiful, it’s calling out to mike, he just needs a shove. and whaddaya know, in the next shot…

mike was the first to stick his head out the window, and is still in the forefront. the sun gets in his eyes and he squints and dodges it a few times, but then he smiles. he doesn’t regret it.

and just ‘cause, here’s another shot where mike and will are perfectly framed by suzie’s yellow-beige curtains:

mike and will talk about el and vecna:

in the top one, they each have a window behind them again. the whole house is filled with windows (w/ open yellowish curtains or shades) and just straight up holes in the wall, and unobscured sun rays come through practically every one of them.

the little curtains in the top left are green-ish and look blue from afar. here, sunshine pours onto will, and mike is exactly right outside of the ray—look at his arm and shoe.

will explains that he can still feel vecna’s presence and that they need to kill him. with (yet again) yellow curtains behind him, mike says:

he crosses the distance and puts his hand on will’s shoulder, and the light hits it.

mike’s in the light now—his arm, at the very least. he reached out into it with intent, giving himself a shove, and now they’re sharing the same ray of sunshine. when they hear a car approaching they look behind themselves at the window, acknowledging it, and then they get up to look outside it.

aaaaand that’s it. i hope you enjoyed this post <3 i spent way too much time on it… disclaimer that i have no media education and this is all from my (untrained) perspective. i also don’t claim to be the first to discover any of this, i’m sure i’m late to the party for a lot of things here, so kudos to those more attentive than me. thanks for reading!! :)

#thank u op for the inspiration #go easy on me pls i’m not media educated </3 #byler #byler meta #byler analysis #byler endgame #st5 #curtaingate #is that a thing? if not i’m dubbing it #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things

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burreauxsss · 25 days ago

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we're over

background: the boy of every girl's dreams, joe burrow who was in a long lasting relationship with a model, ended due to infidelity, what happens when he runs into someone new at the met gala?

synopsis: set to december of 2024, everything's so innocent in one roof, or is it?

word count: 1.8k

notes: mentions of a break in. depending how this chapter goes is if ill keep writing for this series

warning: this is a au aka alternative universe series.

The locker room buzzed with post game adrenaline. Teammates hollered, shoulder pads clashed in celebration, and the humidity of sweat lingered on Joe's neck. A solid 369 yard game, three touchdowns, only 1 pick. They beat the Cowboys in Dallas, a first for him. Playoff hopes still alive.

Joe sat on the bench, helmet at his feet, slowly undoing the equipment underneath his jersey. The victory felt good, but something gnawed at the edge of his thoughts that were distant, like a storm brewing in the Midwest.

His phone vibrated in his locker, he saw it was the Ring app, but he thought maybe it was a animal that tripped off the motion detection in the backyard.

Joe frowned. His house in Cincinnati was supposed to be empty. He tapped the notification. A still image popped up. Grainy. Nightvision green. A dark figure, male, tall, hoodie pulled up, moving across the hardwood floors of his foyer.

He blinked. Another notification came in.

“Back Door opened at 11:08 p.m.”

“Yo, JB,” Tee called from across the room, towel slung around his neck. “You good, man? You look like you seen a ghost.”

Joe stood up slowly, phone in hand. “Something tripped the alarm back home.”

“False alarm?”

Joe didn’t answer. He was already dialing.

December 10th 📍Cincinnati, OH

Back home, the blue and red lights lit up the front of Joe’s house like it was Christmas. Police tape cut off the property. A uniformed officer was on the porch, writing in a small notepad.

The Bengals' security had gotten the sheriff to the scene fast. The house had been ransacked. The home office was torn apart. Joe’s framed LSU Burreaux jersey had been knocked off the wall. Drawers yanked out and dumped on the floor. His safe was cracked.

But that wasn’t what kept his jaw clenched.

It was what the officer said over the phone twenty minutes ago, while he was at the airport after getting off the plane.

“Sir, we don’t believe it was a standard break in. There was no sign of forced entry. Someone had the code. The back door was unlocked from inside" the male said in a relaxing tone.

“Inside? You’re saying someone was there?”

“Yes, sir. We didn't see anyone in the house when we arrived but the backyard has muddy footprints.

Joe stared at his screen. No texts from Emily. His girlfriend of four years. Nothing in over a day. Not even a “Good luck.”

He tapped her contact and called.

Voicemail.

Again.

Voicemail.

Joe’s spare key still worked.

He stepped inside quietly to his girlfriends apartment 3 hours later to check up on her, heart hammering. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but the second he walked into the living room and saw a man’s coat on the back of the couch, his blood ran cold.

From the bedroom, he heard laughter. Her laugh.

He followed the sound like a man walking into a burning building.

“Emily,” he said, voice low but steady.

The laughter stopped.

Silence.

Then a shuffle. Whispers. A thud. Emily came rushing out, wrapped in his old Ohio State hoodie. Hair tousled. Guilt already on her face.

“Joe- what the hell are you doing here?”

He took a breath. “You tell me. Who’s in the room?”

Her eyes darted. “Nobody. What’re you-”

“I saw him. You gave him the code? My security code?”

Emily faltered. “Joe, it’s not what you think-”

“No, please, tell me what I think it is. Because while I was in Dallas, throwing touchdowns and getting thrown to the ground, someone was in my house. And now I know who.”

A man stepped into the hallway behind her. Shirtless. Tattoos crawling up his chest. Joe recognized him barely. A Browns wide receiver. Practice squad. Number 84.

Joe took a step back like he’d been punched in the gut. “Him?”

Emily’s voice trembled. “It just… happened. We’ve been fighting. You’ve been distant-”

“I’ve been working. I’ve been busting my ass to give us a future. I don’t miss games. I don’t cheat and I definitely don’t lie. But you-” he swallowed hard. “You gave some guy the code to my house like it was a open house? And then you decided to bring him to your apartment and slut him out?"

Her voice cracked. “I didn’t mean for it to get that far. It started months ago. I didn’t know how to end it.”

“Months?”

He shook his head, jaw clenched.

“You could’ve just told me.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, you failed.”

There was a heavy pause.

The other man cleared his throat. “Look, man, I didn’t know-”

“Shut up,” Joe snapped. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Emily stepped between them, panic rising. “Joe, please don’t make a scene.”

He stared at her, finally seeing what had been there for months, the distance, cold eyes, cold kisses, and lame excuses. Everything that now made painful sense.

“I’m done,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We’re done. You can keep the hoodie. You’ll need it.”

He turned on his heel, slamming the door behind him.

Joe sat in his black porsche again, driving No music. Just the road and the sound of his own heart beating too loud in his ears.

His phone buzzed, a text from Ja'marr.

“Heard what happened. If you need anything, whole team is here for you Happy damn birthday, bro. We got you.”

Joe didn’t reply.

Not yet.

Not until the numbness gave way to something real again.

His 28th birthday was here, but it felt like something had ended. Something inside him that screamed betrayal, something that screamed that maybe she wasnt meant for him.

The sun barely shot through gray sky the day after, casting a dull silver glow over the practice field. Wind whipped past the goalposts, rattling pads and helmets, and carrying the sharp squish of cleats against turf.

Joe stepped out of the locker room in full gear, helmet under his arm, black thermal long sleeve under his practice jersey, with sweatpants, his eyes locked ahead. No small talk. Just tunnel vision.

Whispers had already spread through the facility.

Everyone had heard.

It had leaked on social media early that evening, some gossip account caught wind from a neighbor who’d seen police at Joe’s house. Someone on twitter even said, “Joe Burrow dumped his girl and threw her side dude out into the trash at 3 am. Thats my MVP."

But he didn’t flinch at any of it.

As he jogged onto the field, the locker room behind him buzzing with nervous teammates, silence fell around him.

Zac Taylor was waiting for him.

“You sure you’re good to go?” the head coach asked quietly, walking beside him.

Joe pulled his helmet on. Clicked the chin strap. “I’m here to work.”

Taylor studied him for a beat. “Alright.”

What they did notice from him is that his QB cadence was sharp.

“Blue 80...set hike!”

Joe zipped a perfect spiral into a net target thirty yards out. The ball connected blissfully into Tee's hands.

No hesitation from him, no small talk, just locked in.

The QB coach, stepped up. “Let’s go for a two minute drill, you call your plays."

Joe nodded. He turned to the offense and called the play out without hesitating. “We’re not walking through this. Game speed. Let’s go.”

And they went.

He moved like a machine. Quick drops, fast reads, bullets out of his hand before the pass rush could even reach. He threaded one through two defenders to Ja’Marr, who snagged it just inches off the turf.

As they jogged back to the huddle, Ja’Marr leaned in.

“You good, bro?”

Joe’s eyes didn’t leave the play sheet in his hand. “Better now.”

Ja’Marr nodded, not pushing it.

They all knew what was behind that fire.

They saw it in his throws, faster than usual. Saw it in how he yelled the plays, louder. How he double clutched a ball and ran it himself, tucking and lowering his shoulder into a linebacker with a crack of pads that turned every head on the sideline.

That wasn’t just adrenaline.

That was anger.

As the rest of the team filed into the locker room, laughing, stripping pads off, making fun of each other over missed routes and one handed grabs, Joe stayed back. Tossed balls into the net. One after another. Fast. Precise.

One of the rookie linemen approached him, hesitant.

“Hey, uh… happy belated birthday, man.”

Joe glanced at him, then gave a tight nod. “Thanks.”

That was it.

No celebration. No cake in the locker room. No girlfriend with balloons waiting outside. No surprise visits. No Instagram posts.

Just him, a football, and silence.

The way it started, and the way he thought it would have to be for awhile.

The city was dark and quiet, the kind of silence only a Wednesday night in winter could bring. The game film was still paused on his TV. His cleats and gloves lay untouched in a duffel bag by the door. His phone screen was the only light in the room now, casting a glow over his tired face as he sat on the couch in sweats, hoodie up, one hand wrapped around a glass of bourbon.

He didn’t want to be here.

He should’ve gone out with Ja’Marr and the guys as they asked for his belated birthday. But the idea of forced laughs and crowded bars made his skin crawl. He needed stillness. He needed clarity. And maybe… he needed a shift.

He opened Instagram, and unfollowed Emily, and a major weight was lifted off his chest. But returning to his instagram feed, he saw one post from a WNBA player. Y/N.

He’d seen her before, even after LSU. A highlight reel went viral a couple weeks ago, a step back three to beat the buzzer against the Liberty. She didn’t just play. She fought. She talked her shit. And she moved like a storm on the court.

Joe sat back.

He clicked her profile.

Started scrolling.

One video had her laughing with teammates at shootaround that she was tagged in by the Sky, with some funny moments, that made her seem relaxed but cocky at the same time.

Something about her energy felt real, the kind of real he hadn’t seen in months.

He tapped the blue button.

Follow.

Just one click is all it took before the world noticed.

duexmoi

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deuxmoi: according to numerous anons, joe burrow has fount someone new in the spotlight?

username_1: let him live bro

username_2: i bet you its a PR stunt because no way..

username_3: a browns practice WR is crazy work burrow

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sunrizef1 · 1 year ago

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What happens in Vegas pt 12

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader

Warnings: Cursing, briefly mentioned puke (referenced), panic attacks (referenced), the NFL

Authors note: wanted to get this out before the race tomorrow, I actually quite like this chapter

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📍Austin, TX

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yourusername happy to be back in Austin, ready to recharge 🔋

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user1 the speed with which she left china is honestly so funny

user2 the race was two days ago why’s she already in America 😭

user3 why’s she at a farm???

user4 her grandpas family got rich by owning a really successful agricultural company so both her grandparents decided to buy a ranch outside of Austin, which is where y/n grew up

user5 her dad being English always throws me off when I think about her family tbh

user6 her grandpa went to a race once and made the joke that the Americanism skipped a generation lol

user7 wait I’m new to y/n, how’s her dad English but the rest of her family’s American?

user8 her grandparents were based in England when he was born but they ended up really busy so they sent him to a boarding school from the time he was really young, hence the accent

user9 they’re so confusing 😭

user10 my favorite cowgirl

user11 she couldn’t wait till cota to go home???

logansargeant your grandma likes me more than you

yourusername no she doesn’t

user12 I didn’t know Logan went with her

user13 where’s Charles???

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📍Las Vegas, NV

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yourusername had a great time at the @/patrickmahomes charity golf gala this weekend! Grateful for the opportunity to show all these boys how it’s done out on the green and support charity at the same time! ⛳️

Might have to get you a different hat though 😉 @/killatrav

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user14 are those Porsche golf balls!?!?

user15 THEY EAT SO HARD

logansargeant I 100% beat you

yourusername I was 5 under par. You were 5 over. You lost.

logansargeant ☹️

user16 what a crossover

killatrav don’t hate the player, hate the game ��‍♂️

yourusername i dont hate the game, I just hate alpine

pierregasly ???

yourusername see you next week, Frenchie

user17 her and Pierres fake beef is genuinely so funny to me

user18 where's Charlesssss

user19 he liked the post, at least

user20 omg they're in Vegas! Remember what happened last time they were in Vegas…

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yourusername Last night out in Vegas 😵‍💫

I'm, once again, honored to have been invited to the 15 and the Mahomies Charity Gala! Got to auction off a few paddock passes and also got to spend a great night out with friends!

Thanks so much Vegas, you were a lot better this time than you were last time.

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user21 CHARLES CONTENT?!?!

user22 she seems happier than she has before

user23 Logan and Taylor swift in the same room is not something I’d ever expect tbh

patrickmahomes thanks for coming! ❤️💛

yourusername thanks for inviting us! ❤️🖤

user24 this is just so American

taylorswift13 🫶

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user25 more Logan content this week than Williams gives in a month

user26 they’ve been to like three different states already lmao

user27 I need the home field advantage from Miami for these two this weekend

logansargeant I’m so tired

yourusername at least it was fun 🤷‍♀️

logansargeant lol, it definitely was

user28 the first pic is so sibling coded

user29 “Mon ange” CHARLESSS 🥹

user30 the fact he’s tagged on the messages 😭

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only-3-braincells · 3 months ago

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“Red” Vs “Green” — Alastor’s Duo Stitches & Power Sets:

A Hazbin Hotel Theory/Analysis with Pics & Gifs.

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Isn't it interesting how some of the Radio Demon’s abilities are Red-Coded, while others are Green? Isn't it also fascinating how certain abilities change his eye colour and others don't? Well, guess what? I’ve noticed a pattern. And if you didn’t know either happened, guess what? I’m going to open your eyes.

Hi, I'm almost fully convinced at the possibility of Alastor having two power sets. I am calling them “Red” and “Green” in accordance with the colour of his eyes, Stitches, and abilities at the time of use. (Typically they’re used together.)

I finally recognised the other day that Alastor has two sets of Stitches: Red and Green. Then that furthered to the realisation that Alastor, this whole time, had two power sets and not just one. I came up with this theory in a few hours, and have spent days trying, googling and researching, hoping to find others who have noticed what I picked up on, but I haven’t seen anyone else mention anything. So please, if you've seen someone else comment on stuff in here, let me know so I can read further!!

Disclaimer: I have stayed away from all leaks and spoilers regarding season 2, and therefore have written this without any additional information. This is just everything from the show we’ve been shown so far. I DO NOT want to hear about what the leaks say, thank you. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Tl;dr

What I'm calling his “Red Powers” are whenever his eyes turn Black, or the Red “X” stitch appears on his forehead. Coincidently, this is whenever he goes into “Jumbo” Al's form, using his filter to glitch his surroundings, or just act threatening. I'm assuming these powers were the ones he was originally given in his deal, perhaps in exchange for his soul (accidentally or not). Also, his Shadow and Microphone are related to his Red Powers. These powers AREN'T stored in his microphone, more or less a part of himself, like other overlords and their powers. What I'm calling his “Green Powers” are literally whenever he uses or does something involving the said colour. Including his tentacles/tendrils, ability to summon and disperse things, his ability to make soul deals, or powerful deals in general, and much more. I'm convinced these powers are what Alastor is actively building and bettering for himself, possibly as an escape route from the deal that got him his Red Powers in the first place. His Green Powers ARE stored in his microphone, and he needs to be physically touching it to use them. He can use both Power Sets at the same time; however, the two sets of Stitches haven't yet appeared together; it’s always one or the other.

You can also read the very bottom for my list of assumptions.

Okay, getting into it.

“Red” Vs “Green”

Here is what I'm referring to with each:

Alastor's “Red Powers” are what he was given by whomever he made this “Deal” with, referenced in episode 8.

Maybe Alastor traded his soul for his Red Powers (accidental or not) judging from the show’s use of Black Eyes meaning such? Pieced together with his lyrics of “The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor,” in the finale.

Alastor's “Green Powers” are abilities he is actively making for himself, they appear much stronger, and he seems to use them more than his “Red” abilities.

Maybe creating and bettering his Green Powers is an act of escape from his deal? The quote: “I'm hungry for freedom like never before,” Is interesting since this man, and the entire show, never mentioned anything about freedom.

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Abilities from each, or the list I have picked up on:

Belonging to Red:

Red-Radio-Dials-on-Black Eyes

Red Stitches & the forehead “X”

His Shadow

His ability to teleport (using the Shadow)

Jumbo Al’s form

His microphone (eye glows Red.)

Belonging to Green:

Eyes are normal Red-on-Red or Green-Radio-Dials-on-Red.

Green Stitches

His ability to own souls (husk’s chain is Green)

His ability to do deals (Charlie's deal)

His ability to summon & make things disappear.

His tentacles/tendrils.

The shield over the hotel in the battle

These are simply sorted judging on the two colours his powers and Stitches seem to come in, or depending on the colour of his eyes at the time.

He can use both sets of powers together. That is proven throughout the show. There are also times when he is using just one instead of the other (Will explain further in “Proof of Two Power Sets: Using Both Together Vs Just One.”)

His Shadow is an intriguing anomaly, while I am putting it in his “Red Powers,” I don't think it's an actual power of his, more of a creature that's tied to him. Alastor can use his “Green Powers” to disperse it, signifying just how powerful these Green Abilities are.

Maybe his Shadow isn’t a power ability as such, but a creature tied to him because of how he got his Red Powers in a “Deal?”

I'm on the fence with these guys. Their eyes are Red, but they also have a Green glow in episode 8.

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Proof of Two Power Sets: The Stitches

Red: The Red Stitches are very minimal, being just at the corner of his mouth and an “X” on his forehead. While the Red forehead “X” is a constant sight, the corner Stitches are only seen in the pilot and at the end of Stayed Gone.

Green: Interestingly, there are more. Thus, under this assumption that anything Green is what Alastor is making for himself, in classic Al style, he's been given something he doesn't like (his soul being owned), therefore, is pridefully, egotistically working with what he has. Overriding and improving to benefit his goals instead, to the point where he won't need the others anymore. Very “Al,” if you ask me.

So far, the Green Stitches have only been seen once, in the deal made with Charlie.

Maybe the Green Stitches only appear in deals?

There was no Red “X” on his forehead when the Green Stitches appeared. Likewise, the Green Stitches have also never been shown when the Red is present.

Maybe the two colours of Stitches cannot coincide, it’s always one or the other?

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Proof of Two Power Sets: His Eyes.

His Red Powers always trigger his Black Eyes with Red-Radio-Dials. Always.

If there's a scene with his eyes going Black, he is using his Red Powers.

His Green Powers do not change the colour of his eyes. (The only exception so far is his deal with Charlie. Will explain further in This Section.)

Proof?

At the start of his fight with Adam, his eyes remained normal (Red-on-Red) whilst he fought back with just his tentacle/tendrils. However, once Alastor jumped and taunts: “You’re sloppy,” was when his Black Eyes appeared. Which, he, in fact, turns into Jumbo Al at that moment, only furthering my theory of two power sets at play — Where only one changes his eye colour, and “Jumbo” Al is part of it (Will explain further in “Proof of Two Power Sets: Ability colours.”)

His eyes are also seen not changing when making that deal with Vaggie, summoning or dispersing things, and setting up the shield in the final battle. Never did his eyes change.

If his eyes ever change to Black whilst using his tentacles/tendrils, that is because Jumbo Al is involved.

Expanding further on the shield: Yes, it does have a strong Red appearance, but it also has a Green glow. Furthermore, it sprouted axe-wielding tentacles/tendrils — all parts of this “Green Power” and not “Red’s” (Will explain further in “Proof of Two Power Sets: Ability colours.”)

The only exception to this “Eyes don’t change in Green Powers” rule, is in his deal with Charlie:

Look at his eyes. Ignore the blinding new Stitches, or the glowing Green Powers behind him — or the severe lack of Red anywhere — his eyes are entirely different. They are not Black-With-Red-Radio-Dials like expected and shown throughout the show, they are Red-With-Green-Radio-Dials. Never seen before, or shown again (for now). If he had just one power set, why weren’t his eyes the usual Red-on-Black?

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Proof of Two Power Sets: Ability Colours.

Red:

Following the assumption that whenever Alastor's eyes turn Black, he's using his Red Powers; that's all the times “Jumbo” Alastor appears, or when he’s either threatening, fighting, or when he's using his glitching filter.

Green:

The reason I'm calling them his “Green” Powers is because of their literal colour. His Green Abilities seem more dangerous and severe. Starting with the mass of Stitches he has, to how Green corrupted the hotel in Charlie's deal, but also the weaponised tentacles/tendrils he uses in fights.

Addressing the Neon:

I’ll admit, I am a bit on the fence with the neon colour changing that he does. Definitely not ignoring it, especially since it has made two appearances: In Hell’s Greatest Dad and the Pilot. I’m slightly certain it’s a part of his Green Powers, due to two factors: 1. The literal colour and 2:

Now where have I seen eyes so similar to that?

Oh yeah, his deal with Charlie, (As mentioned in “Proof of Two Power Sets: His Eyes.”)

The reason I am sceptical over it is that his normal eyes (red-on-red but without radio dials) are also the same colours in this neon, so it’s challenging to tell what true colours they are under the filter.

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Proof of Two Power Sets: Using Both Together Vs Just One.

I’ll make this short, Alastor can use both power sets at the same time. In fact, throughout the show, they're used in this way — together — almost more often than just one at a time. (Though, he does use “Green Powers” more by themselves than “Red’s.”)

Using Them At The Same Time; Most Notable Example:

Jumbo Al with tentacles/tendrils.

Jumbo Al with the tentacles/tendrils is the most noticeable example of using both at the same time. Considering that his Red Powers are whenever his eyes change to Black, and his Green ones are any ability coloured Green, Jumbo Al always causes the Black Eyes and typically has the Green tendrils. Which, to me, indicates confident proof that Alastor can use both power sets at the same time.

One At A Time; Most Noticeable Example Of Each:

As said in “Proof of Two Power Sets: His eyes,” it was interesting how Al was using an ability (his tendrils/tentacles) without his eyes going Black, thus hinting to a duo power set. But there's more, there are in fact two notable moments in the show where Al is only using one power set at a time.

Red: The end of Stayed Gone.

I'm fully convinced this is him using only his Red Powers. The threatening Jumbo Al, the Blackened-out eyes, the Red Stitches, and the lack of colour Green Anywhere, all hit it home for me. Additionally, there's another crucial factor I've picked up that has me believing this is just his Red Powers (Will explain further in “And Finally… That Damn Microphone Scene.”) Something my days worth of googling haven’t found anyone connecting the dots yet.

Green: His deal with Charlie.

I always thought there was something missing on Al in this scene. Turns out I was looking for a Red “X” on his forehead. In fact, there is a severe lack of Red anywhere in the room, and the mentioned-before change of eyes. This is wholly different from normal Al using an ability where his eyes are supposed to change to Black.

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The Importance of The Microphone

Broadcasting.

This is very difficult to explain in the “Red” Vs “Green” theory because it’s complicated to interpret the truth from what we’ve seen in the show so far.

Alastor uses his microphone — a device for announcing — to broadcast his victim’s screams and himself. But interestingly, in accordance with the colour schemes, it’s shown to perhaps use both powers to do so. So, here is what I’ve narrowed it down to.

Red: Only broadcasts himself, as shown in Stayed Gone.

Green: Broadcasts the screams of his victims.

Maybe Alastor’s microphone was given to him in his deal for his Red Powers rather than him making it himself, for him to broadcast his own voice and make a platform for himself, as shown in Stayed Gone?

Maybe Alastor, using the mic he was given, then worked with his green powers to record, store and broadcast the screams of his victims, as per the colour schemes in Mimzy’s story?

The reason I’m very uncertain if this is true is simple: Angel, Charlie & Vaggie’s pilot outfits all made an appearance when the show touched on their past. However, Alastor’s backstory by Mimzy does not have him in his pilot clothes, representing, to me, symbolic hints that Mimzy is an unreliable narrator; therefore to be cautious when believing her tale.

Maybe we cannot trust Mimzy’s take on how Alastor grew to power due to evidence of her being an unreliable narrator? Thusly, we cannot completely believe how Alastor came to power or what coloured power he uses to broadcast.

His Powers.

Alastor’s powers are stored in his microphone and therefore, he needs to be touching it for them to work. That is a known fact. He refuses to let go of it, regardless of what form he is using or what he is doing.

I cannot stress enough that Alastor needs to be physically touching his undamaged mic for his powers to work.

Most notably, Jumbo Al never let go of his tiny microphone while slaughtering the loan sharks for Mimzy in episode 5. That detail encompasses the idea that his powers are inside his mic, as though he can’t let go of it, or his powers will disappear.

Well, his Green Powers, at least…

I repeat, only his Green Powers are inside that microphone.

The reason he cannot let go is that his Green Abilities — the ones he actually uses to kill — will disappear. There is no scene in the show where Alastor let go of his mic when using his Green Powers. Likewise, there is a multitude of proof that I have found to show Alastor has other powers — his “red” ones — outside his microphone and therefore, the mic’s condition doesn’t matter (Will explain further in “The Microphone Is Broken, Now What?”) Including something that debunked the idea of Alastor needing contact with his mic for all his powers early in the show. (Will explain further in “And Finally… That Damn Microphone Scene.”)

Maybe only his Green Powers are inside his microphone, they require him to have physical contact with the mic to use?

Maybe his Red Powers do not require physical contact with the mic, since they are not in it?

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The Microphone Is Broken, Now What?

Alastor has no Green Abilities, but his Red Powers are still intact. What happened before and after he got hit-down proves this.

To understand it fully, here's the chronological order of the fight’s final moments:

This is the frame of Alastor before Adam slashed him and his microphone. There are no Black Eyes, only tentacles/tendrils, which, if you've been following, means he was only using his Green Powers. And after the microphone broke, there was nothing.

Why am I pointing this out? Well, I thought it was an interesting choice, and I'm heavily wondering about its intention. Alastor’s eyes were, in fact, Black leading up to that pose, but then they suddenly weren’t. This was no animation accident, in studios and shows like this, every little detail is planned out with a reason, so I refuse to believe it was unintentional.

Instead, I speculate: What if there had been a Jumbo Al with Black Eyes in that frame? To me, there are two ways of it going: he loses his tentacles/tendrils, but his eyes are still Black, or he loses his Black Eyes with them. The latter would have completely destroyed my running theory that his Red Powers weren't in his microphone, and that would’ve sent me into a spiral. Likewise, I wonder if the first option of keeping them would have been too obvious, and so, would that be why the animators didn't?

That aside, the microphone is broken, all his Green Powers are gone, but his Red ones — that aren't in the microphone, and therefore, unaffected — are still there.

Proof:

This is why I believe his Shadow is part of his Red Powers (that, and it’s glowing Red eyes in some scenes.) If his Shadow is connected to what I've been calling his “Green Powers,” it should not still be there. And yet, it is. To me, this is just evidence of two powers, and while the Greens are out of commission, his Red Powers are living on.

But there’s more proof without the Shadow.

What was the first thing Alastor did after being hit down?

He flashed us the Black Eyes.

This, to me, is the show screaming the hint to us, that certain powers — his Red abilities — are still very much active. Because of this, I don't believe his Red Powers have a place they're stored, they're just a part of him, the same as how other overlords’ powers are just a part of them.

Maybe his Red Powers have no place they're stored, but are a part of Alastor?

Maybe his Red Powers are still there; however, they could be weakened along with the rest of him?

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And Finally… That Damn Microphone Scene.

Before I go into the scene that kept me up a few hours of a night, I want to reiterate what I’ve already went over:

Alastor has two power sets.

He can use both powers at the same time.

His Green Abilities are stored in his microphone.

Alastor needs to have physical contact with his mic in order for his Green Powers to work.

The microphone destroyed means he does not have his Green Powers post battle.

His Red Abilities are not stored in his microphone

Since his Red abilities are not in the mic, they are not affected by the mic’s damage, more likely affected by his physical damage, instead.

And to bring in the new concept: Since his Red abilities are not in the mic, he never needed to physically touch the microphone to use them.

Now… there was no way of knowing that what I'm calling his “Red Powers” could be used without his microphone in hand, before it broke… right?

Except, there freaking was!!!

Picture this, a few hours after my discovery of a possible duo power set, I’m in bed about to close my eyes for the night, when my brain decided to remind me of an iconic scene. Needless to say, I remained awake for a few more hours.

I’ve been referencing a detail that no one has (to what my hours and days of googling have led me to) mentioned or brought up before. Something crucial I only picked up later on, something to help prove two power sets for good, and, well, it’s all in the microphone.

“Alastor needs his mic for his powers,” was a major detail the fandom knew. He refuses to let go of it, regardless of what he’s doing or his form.

I’m about to prove this is only partially true. His Green Powers, yes, they require physical contact with the mic to use, but the Red ones don't. For, there is a debunker scene from the very start, first quarter of the show, showing Al not touching his microphone and using only his Red Powers.

Stayed gone.

(I asked you to keep it in your memory, I wonder if you managed to.) At the very end, when Alastor is saying: “I'm Gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone. Tune on in…” etc. Especially “Tune on in” and onwards, look what he does.

He puts the microphone down.

“Alastor needs his mic for his powers.”

And yet, he put it down and proceeded to become Jumbo Al in this scene. The scene that I labelled back in “Proof of Two Power Sets: Using Both Together Vs Just One” as the most notable place where he only used his Red Powers. His Red Powers that I'm fully suggesting aren't stored in his microphone; therefore, he doesn't need to touch it.

As I said before, this is a proper studio, everything is deliberately animated the way it is for a reason. And that scene had such emphasis on his hand letting go, they were just shoving it in our face. They could've just had him place it down on the side in the previous frame. But they didn't, and now I'm heavily convinced it was a massive hint from the start.

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The End/Season 2; What's Next?

Therefore, I'm saying his Green Powers are broken (perhaps not gone completely) but Al's Red Powers are still at the very least active.

Alastor is now stuck with the powers he was given in the first place; all the ones he made by himself are gone. All his work may be erased and his stuck back with the ones he didn't like in the first place.

Considering that Season 2 will be all about backstories. I wonder if this theory is taking the right path towards it.

Maybe Season 2 will dive into how Alastor got his duo power sets, or just one, since it will be about backstories?

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PS. Do not ask me why this lighting is here. I do not know.

Maybe the Green lighting in the Radio tower is hinting for a Green Power comeback?

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My List of Assumptions: “Maybe’s”

Maybe his Shadow isn’t a power ability as such, but a creature tied to him because of how he got his Red Powers in a “Deal?”

Maybe the Green Stitches only appear in deals?

Maybe the two colours of Stitches cannot coincide, it’s always one or the other?

Maybe Alastor, using the mic he was given, then worked with his green powers to record, store and broadcast the screams of his victims, as per the colour schemes in Mimzy’s story?

Maybe only his Green Powers are inside his microphone, they need him to have physical contact with the mic to use?

Maybe his Red Powers do not require physical contact with the mic, since they are not in it.

Maybe his Red Powers have no place they're stored, but are a part of Alastor?

Maybe his Red Powers are still there; however, they could be weakened along with the rest of him?

Maybe season 2 will dive into how Alastor got his duo power sets, or just one, since it will be about backstories?

Maybe the Green lighting in the Radio tower is hinting for a Green Power comeback?

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Once again, if you have seen someone else talking about something in here, please let me know! So I can reference them too!! I spent days googling, hoping someone else picked up this stuff, but it all slipped under my radar.

Disclaimer: And again, I have stayed far away from leaks and spoilers of this show and want to keep it that way. So please, do not mention the leaks even if it’s relevant. Let me discover the knowledge of this being right or wrong on my own when I watch season 2.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #lil me post

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anachronisims · 5 months ago

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(yet another SITS mashup)

Default Replacement Terrain + Roads

More pics + Info + DL link under the cut

Fig. 1 - Lot View During Normal Gameplay

Fig. 2 - Hood View During Normal Gameplay

Fig. 3 - Tiling of bare terrain; weird map coding leading to hard seams on mountains in "Lush" version

Fig. 4 - Mountains in "Dirt" Version

Fig. 5 - Lot View - Lot Edge Seam

Fig. 6 - Extreme Closeup of Lot Edge Seam; somewhat pixelated road texture original to Rural Charm road overlays.

"Charming Oblivion" Neighborhood Terrain + Neighborhood Road Default Replacement

brought to you by sufficeittosay aka anachronisims.tumblr.com

What It Is:

A mashup (all I do tbh) of Criquette's Rural Charm roads and the grass texture extracted from Oblivion as a terrain paint by MedinaQuirin, applied to neighborhood terrain as a default replacement

What's Included in the .rar:

A complete folder of full-size screenshots of the mod in action so you can decide whether it suits your aesthetic or not.

A LUSH (temperate) version of the mod. This one has "more" textures included because of the way temperate terrain is, but is not actually "richer" in appearance in any way because of it. See the brightly colored heat-map or cliff view seams in the preview files - the game randomly decides which of the "wet" textures to apply to given squares and often does not correctly blend them. For this reason the included textures are DUPLICATES to minimize the hard seaming that would come from using two different shades of green. I tried, it didn't work, on any of several maps. It just wasn't worth it.

!! RECOMMENDED !! - A DIRT version of the mod. This has fewer textures and is therefore RECOMMENDED. Additionally, the cliff textures have been reduced to 512x512 with no terrible loss of quality. The grass is still green. It just uses the "Dirt" labeled template to achieve the texture savings. Plus… are you really using the Dirt terrain anyway?

BONUS: the rainbow version from my heat map experiment, by request of SadoAlice. The rainbow affects hood view only. Lot view is regular green oblivion grass. You may alter the lot view grass texture images as you desire to the single color of your choice. If you ask very nicely I might do it for you.

For your convenience, the matching terrain paint for Oblivion grass is included, but I don't know why you'd need it. Don't paint over other terrain paint; use control+click to get rid of it same as any other damn thing in build mode.

Again, for your convenience, Criquette's Rural Charm Recolors of CuriousB's lot-view road pieces, which if you've used road DRs before you know is just a thing we have to deal with. (If someone has cracked this piece of the puzzle while I've been out of the game, please let me know!!)

My optional DR cliff textures which are used in an allegedly-but-effectively-not-different way by the game than the "dry" textures that also are cliffy on the map. These also default your neighborhood boulders. If you use my Cliffs of Insanity, you may already have these.

How to install:

1. Locate your existing road and/or terrain default replacements, if any, and remove them from your downloads folder. Depending on which mod you use, they may be a single or separate file.

2. Both the dirt and the lush versions of Charming Oblivion include separate files for the terrain and roads, and BOTH files within the folder are required. Put BOTH files from a single folder into your downloads folder or subfolder of your choosing.

2b. Choose amongst the optional folder items as you please; these also go to your downloads folder

3. If you want to use the Dirt terrain for the reduced texture benefits but are currently playing a Lush hood, never fear! Open the cheat window in hood view. Type "terraintype dirt" and press enter. NOTE: to change back to lush, you actually would type "terraintype temperate" because of course you do. Reference: https://modthesims.info/t/217506

Credits: Criquette Rural Charm - https://criquette-was-here.tumblr.com/ruralcharm Extracted Oblivion Grass - https://medinaquirin.tumblr.com/post/20433784575/a-little-gift-for-the-tumbling-folks-as-it-says Everyone who ever made a hood terrain DR because I probably checked it out before doing this and deciding the shade of green or the shape of the grass just wasn't QUITE what I was looking for.

Download at SFS

#ts2 download #ts2 resources #ts2 terrain default #charming oblivion

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pseudophan · 11 months ago

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what is phil’s york hoodie? i feel like i’ve read about then having it in every fic yet have not seen it in any videos/pics. is it a real hoodie they have?

idk if they still have it but it was a hoodie phil had from when he went to york university and it tends to get brought up in fics cause dan wore it once lmao. absolutely nothing more boyfriend coded than wearing his university hoodie specifically though like i get it

i do think it gets brought up more often than it perhaps would've though because it gets confused with the green sick hoodie a lot, at least it used to. i've definitely read several fics from back in the day where they refer to the york hoodie as the sick hoodie, which to be fair i can see why cause why do they have two obnoxiously green hoodies they happen to have shared at some point

anyway. big fan of dan the hoodie stealing boyfriend. maybe they're cute or whatever

#answered

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phoebebuggers · 5 months ago

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modern party high school/college headcanons that will maybe kind of end up in my text au if i ever go back to it

mike is a tote bag user and a letterboxd fanatic!! he listens to alternative rock especially weezer but he's not a music elitist he likes pop and stuff too. he still plays dnd and i feel like he probably reads like classic fantasy book bro books u know (brandon sanderson, GOT, LOTR, prolly also like steven king and stuff which the rest of the party also like.) cat person. he is such a film bro it's obnoxious and he has to shove his letterboxd account down your throat every 5 minutes after meeting you. says he's bitter and evil but would do anything for his friends (canon.) video essay watcher. dirty-ass pair of falling apart converse at the end of their life begging for mercy that he refuses to replace. ADHD diagnosis.

will loves thrifting and coffee shops and museums but not in a performative pinteresty way he just genuinely likes these things. had an art hoe aesthetic phase around 2020 and will never live it down. subverting all gay stereotypes by not knowing anything about gay/stan twitter and being happier for it. kind of a music elitist ('can i see your spotify wrapped??') but not as much as jonathan who he learned from. still loves the smiths, the cure, etc but i think he would also be into modern indie nowadays. i feel like he would have a huge chapsticks/lip balm collection bc his lips are chapped all the time and it's just like a running joke atp. major art kid draws all the time we been knew listens to podcasts while he does art. goes to therapy

lucas is still kind of a jock but i'm kinda anti jock lucas because he will never truly fit in with them he will always be a nerd first!!!! still plays basketball tho and runs cross country (all men who run cross country are a little bit unhinged and free.) wears a hairtie on his wrist in case max needs one. kind of matches will's evil music complex from the other side with objectively good music def likes tyler, brent, frank, SZA (max likes the same their music taste kind of bled into each others.) very good social media presence like color coded feed, highlights, pinterest worthy pics etc (digital camera user.) likes to cook. chronic notes app list user. wanted to be a youtuber as a kid. type of guy to say "um, guys, that was awkward!" etc etc and everyone clocks him for it

dustin is a reddit user but not in a weird incel way in a genuinely helpful and knowledgable way. he also wanted to be a youtuber because he fucking loved matpat as a kid. he also would love the green brothers. a sneakerhead. keeps his keys on a carabiner (max tells him he looks like a lesbian.) also very up to date on pop culture like max is, probably quotes that one baron trump suitcase video daily among other things. does a few very good very niche impressions. i feel like everyone in the party is a good student but dustin is definitely the best a genuis future engineer or smth. he's the friend who always has those party games but can't read a cards against humanity card without laughing (max has to read for him)

el knows it's trash but loves reality TV (real housewives) and also glee. probably volunteers a lot. she was probably like the most boy-crazy fictional man/celebrity obsessed tween but ended up being bisexual/questioning lesbian. chronic story liker and responder so everyone thinks she's in love with them but she's actually just really nice and maybe doesn't 100% understand the social cue. she was also in theater because i want her to be her own genre of nerd maybe not in big roles because i don't see her as someone who loves being the center of attention but in ensemble. type of person to make goals like "try a new type of apple every week for a year".

max is up to date on tiktok/internet memes and kind of speaks fluent reference. probably watches real housewives and dance moms with el (will will join in occasionally for glee.) she also thrifts a lot of her clothes and has very cool style in kind of an idgaf what anyone else thinks way. huge flannel collection. does stage crew. i know she skateboards in canon and she still would but i feel like she would also do roller-derby or like speed skating or something. similar music taste to lucas but also a swiftie from a young age. had a panic at the disco phase and did crazy 2020 eyeliner (it's not a phase, mom) and will never live it down. keeps a journal. goes to therapy

bonus:

mike and max never shut the fuck up during class and always have to whisper something objectively hilarious to each other/one of their friends while the teacher is talking

will el and max have a book club where at least someone lies about having read the book every month and they spend the whole meeting gossiping and eating snacks

will forced them all to get airbuds and airbuds reacts mike listening to mcr with mildly disappointed faces and cat emojis

mike and dustin had a phase where they were really into like conspiracy theories and UFOs and cryptids and stuff

lucas bought a stanley cup with no shame because 'it's so functional'

el is an ex-larry

#writing this made me realize im more of a mike than a will variant #and the person i lowk like rn who is one of my best friends aha is an artist and more of a will #things to think about #byler #<-- target audience #lumax #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield #el hopper #jane hopper #eleven stranger things #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #byler headcanon #tmwygh #(thats my fic😙)

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pollka1 · 2 months ago

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I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

HEAVILY inspired by the pic above (made by @antihuntress )

Summary - Chris goes to the mines instead of Sam and Mike to find Josh

Genre - angst, little fluff

Characters - Chris Hartley, Josh Washington

Character speech is colour coded:

Blue = Josh

Green = Chris

If you feel like you've seen this fic before, it's because you have! I posted this fic on my tiktok a few months ago 😭 (_pollka)

The tunnels stretched endlessly, each turn shrouded in cold, suffocating darkness. Chris moved cautiously, his flashlight barely piercing the gloom. Every breath felt heavier, the weight of fear and exhaustion pressing down on him. But he couldn’t stop—he couldn’t leave Josh behind.

“Josh?” Chris called, his voice shaky and uncertain.

The faint sound of muttering reached his ears, a frantic, broken string of words echoing from somewhere ahead. Chris quickened his pace, his heart hammering in his chest.

When his flashlight beam landed on Josh, Chris froze.

Josh was hunched against the wall, his hands clawing at his hair, his head bowed low. His body rocked slightly, his lips moving in a rapid, incoherent whisper.

“Josh,” Chris said, his voice soft, as if speaking any louder would shatter what little remained of his friend.

Josh’s head jerked up, his wide, bloodshot eyes locking onto Chris. For a moment, he just stared, his breathing ragged, his lips quivering as though trying to form words.

“Chris…?” Josh finally whispered, his voice barely audible, trembling with disbelief.

That single word made Chris drop the shotgun and run to him.

“Josh!” Chris fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ve got you, man. I’m here. You’re okay.”

Josh didn’t respond at first, his body stiff and unyielding. Then, slowly, his hands clutched at Chris’s shirt as he began to shake.

After moments of silence, Josh turned his head a little, leaning into Chris' shoulder.

“Are you real...?” Josh muttered, his voice breaking.

“Yes, Josh, it’s me,” Chris said, his voice firm but desperate. “I’m real. I’m right here, okay? I came to find you.”

Josh’s grip on Chris tightened as a sob escaped him. “I don’t…I don’t know what’s real anymore,” he whispered, his words fractured and uneven. “I don’t—”

Chris pulled back just enough to look at him, his hands gripping Josh’s shoulders. “Look at me, Josh. Feel this. I’m real. I promise you, I’m real.”

Josh’s tear-filled eyes searched Chris’ face, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. “You’re warm…” he murmured, almost to himself.

“Yeah,” Chris said softly, nodding. “Because I’m here. You're with me. I’ve got you.”

Josh let out a broken laugh that turned into another sob as he buried his face in Chris’s shoulder. “I thought I was done. I thought no one…” He couldn’t finish, his voice lost in the tide of emotion.

Chris tightened his arms around him, holding him steady. “I’ve got you, Josh. I’m not going anywhere.”

#until dawn #josh washington #i love angst #josh until dawn #writing #light angst #sad writing #supermassive games #tiktok #until dawn game #chris hartley #rami malek #noah fleiss #sad thoughts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #video games

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echoingbirdsofprey · 4 months ago

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Delicate (Jake's Version)

Ch 29 - Hold, That Position

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samanthan Kazansky

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI! SERIOUSLY LOL)

Warnings: LITERALLY ITS JUST SMUT. Blowjob, unprotected!piv, praise kink, Jake absolutely losing his mind like the feral king Sam wants him to be

A/N: It's...it's literally just smut. LOL. Likes, comments, reblogs, I appreciate every single frigging one and it makes me want to bring you absolutely filthy chapters like this one hahaha. Pic form Pinterest, gif by @kaizsche

If Code Red was the foreplay, this version is the full deal.

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“Take it. Take all of me, Sam, please.”

She couldn’t stop thinking about his words. They were seared into her neurons, the huskiness in his voice playing over and over in the back of her mind on a fucking loop. He didn’t just mean his body. He meant his mind and his soul too. She asked for this side of Jake, and she knew there was still some parts, that he’d repressed, deep down, that were still fucked up, but she could take it.

Vulnerability. Not a quality that a naval aviator with two confirmed air to air kills wanted on display. But a quality that he wanted to show his fiance. And not only with her. The battered iron armor over his heart was beginning to melt. He was trying.

They had arrived at the Route 66 Auto Museum in New Mexico on a day that they were unfortunately not open. “Do you want to stick around until tomorrow and go then?” Jake asked, parking. They decided they would get out to stretch their legs and let the dogs do the same.

“No, it's okay. We can see it another time. Maybe bring...kids.” Sam suggested, adjusting in the passenger side seat. She glanced back at the dogs then, then back to Jake.

“Sam...” Jake's voice carried a warning, a knowing one, a pleading one, asking her to stop torturing herself.

“I know...I know. I'm just saying. It'd be a good thing to do. Maybe we can steal Jaycen when he's a little older.” She admits.

They stopped for dinner at a small Mexican place on the main street as they passed through. Their driving hours became extended and they decided to go for a while longer, to the hotel near their next stop. They swap places, and Sam drove the rest of the way so that Jake could sleep. He was thankful for her wanting to and they stopped twice along the way to get food for themselves, feed the dogs, again, stretch and take a bathroom break or two.

Jake had underestimated how tiring it would really be to drive but the truck was comfortable and when they finally made it to the hotel, everyone was happy for a bed. Again, Jake had gotten a single bed and there was no couch so they pulled the dogs beds in from the backseat for them to lay on. They set them up in the corner of the room and all three dogs got comfortable immediately.

“I'm gonna take a shower.” Jake murmured, pulling his shirt off. His tags jingled as he pushed his jeans down his hips and bent down to pull them from around his ankles. He threw his clothes in a pile on the floor and then removed his boxer briefs. As they were pushed past his hips, Sam salivated at the sight of his cock, free from its confines, hanging neatly between his legs. Hungman is more like it haha, she thought, then met his eyes.

“Babygirl, I know you want me, you don't have to stare. You can just come and take what you need .” His voice was husky and low as he straightened up. Heat pooled at her core and her eyes were drawn to his, the sage green burning with desire.

“You’re tired.” Sam said softly, as she took a single step toward him. She glanced over at the dogs, who were all out cold.

“Yeah, less thinking happens when I’m tired.” Jake’s fingers twitched at his sides. He shivered slightly, the air in the room hitting his bare skin and sending a wave of goosebumps over his midsection and extremities.

“What are you thinking about?” Sam closed the distance between them and Jake glanced down to her still clothed form. He brought his hands up, placing them at her hips, his thumbs rubbing over the soft padding over the bones.

“Nothing that I want to be thinking about.” He murmured, his hands traveling up her sides, across her breasts. He pressed his thumbs over where her nipples would be and blinked slowly. Sam watched a sly smile crept across his lips, his gaze then settling upon hers. Half lidded green met mahogany brown, fire crossing the line of sight between them.

“Tell me?” She pleaded tenderly, hesitantly placing her hands on his taut abs. He gasped sharply, the warmth of her fingers surprising on his cooled skin. Jake’s eyes lowered as his fingers tugged the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

“I don’t wanna think about it.” He whispered, casually pulling the dress down over her breasts, unhooking the clasp of her bra, guiding it all off her body and onto the floor. Everything fell to the floor with a soft thud.

“I’m not asking you to think about it. I’m asking you to...”

“Let you in. I know. I’m...just...give me a minute.” There was a rasp to his voice, an edge like a razor, cutting through the quiet and slow intake of breath between them. His eyes flicked down to her exposed breasts, one hand ghosting over her middle to cup one and run his thumb over the nipple. The rush of heat throughout Sam’s body, the flush and rosy color in her cheeks when he touched her was something Jake absolutely adored.

Sam leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then let her mouth travel down to the bump across his collarbone. The callus that had formed over the broken part was still there and it would eventually shrink, but there was a stark contrast between the left and right sides for now. She kissed it and he winced. It didn’t hurt anymore but the memory of pain was still prevalent. She gave his tags a short tug, her gaze flicked to them.

“Jacob Alexander Seresin.” He sighed heavily, the whisper of his full name sending a spark through his loins, as Samantha’s hands trailed outward to the carefully sculpted and lean muscles of his obliques and then down, across his Adonis belt. She raised a brow and then sank to her knees.

Jake’s hands followed her, landing on her shoulders. He gathered her wavy brown locks and pulled it all into a fist. His growing erection ached, and he longed for her to give him relief.

“Tell me.” She commanded in the most gentle way possible, but as her beautiful fingers, her nails an emerald green, wrapped around his length for the first time that evening, he could only think of how much he wanted to obey. Of how badly he wanted to please her. She pressed her lips to the tip of his cock as she had the other night, but this was different. In front of him, on her knees, she was sure of herself. “What’s bothering you, handsome?”

“Fuck, Samantha. You look so good like this. God grant me some fuckin’ strength .” Jake’s tone was husky, his breathing already ragged, and she’d barely even touched him.

“Tell me what’s bothering you.” She said, licking a line on the underside of his cock, base to pretty, perfect, tip. He groaned in frustration.

“I...fuck...I....got upset when you...earlier...when you mentioned...”

“Kids...I know. I’m sorry.” Her apology split him in two. It was gentle and she took him in her mouth for a moment as her eyes flicked up to his.

“I forgive you.” He moaned. She hummed around him and then placed her wrapped hand closer to the base. She let his cock fall from her mouth then, asking him again. “What else?”

“Just...keep thinking about...capture.” He rasped, his other hand around the back of her neck.

“What about it?”

“How I wasn’t...wasn’t in...control...can’t...I can’t not...” He stuttered, stumbling over every word and thought as her lips met his hot and throbbing skin again.

“Yes you can. Let go and let me have you. I won’t hurt you, Jake.” She said, giving him a reassuring squeeze at the point of his hip.

“Can’t...lose...control.” Jake’s firm tone said one thing, but the unsteadiness with which his words left his lips said otherwise. He could lose it all to her.

“I’ve got you. All of you, remember? Even the fucked up parts.” She took him fully in her mouth then, evening out her breathing, as his cock nearly touched the back of her throat. Jake couldn’t help how his grip on her tightened. He couldn’t help his hips as they moved, thrusting into her mouth, causing her to draw back, nearly choking on him. Suddenly, his composure snapped back into place, his eyes darting to her. She dug her nails into his hip, eyes closed. He was about to ask her if she was okay when she inhaled sharply through her nose and took him deeper into her mouth again. He threw his head back and cursed, the feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around him almost too much. He reached down, placing his fingers just under her throat, helping her relax it, his thumb caressing her jaw as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked hard.

“ Good. Fucking. Girl .” He groaned, pressing his thumb into her skin as he felt his resolve fizzle out. He couldn’t help the sounds he made as he pumped his load down her throat. He couldn’t help the emotions that bubbled to the surface as he glanced down, seeing tears streaming down her cheeks as she took everything he gave her. He couldn’t help the pull he had on her hair, when her nails scraped his skin, and they both stilled. As his cock softened, and she let him drop from her mouth, she kissed the tip once more and then rose to her feet. Jake reached up and wiped the tears. “Too good, Sam...you’re too good to do that to yourself for me.”

“I wanted it. I want something else too.” She said, taking his hand. She guided him to the bed, and he crawled over the top of her, his tags jingling as he went. She spread her legs of her own accord,a d hooked them around his waist. His gaze was tired on her, and he took a deep breath and let it out through pursed lips. Her fingers traced lines over the vasculature on his arms as they headed toward his neck. At the base, she tangled her fingers in his short hair, pricking his skin with her nails. His cock twitched, blood flow returning rapidly as his arousal picked up again. It wasn’t hard to get him going. Sam did it well, and she knew exactly what got him there. He pressed his hips toward her, rubbing his half-hard cock against her wetness. Wet...was an understatement. She was dripping.

“So ready for me.” He mused, a smirk crossing his lips as he began to assault her neck with his lips. She was dangling on the edge of her pleasure already and she could tip over it at any moment with Jake above her. He continued grinding against her, cock returning to its full glory in mere minutes.

“I’m always ready for you, Jake. I’ve always been. I’ve just been waiting for you.” She said, and her double entendre had Jake brimming with emotions that he couldn't quite place. She said it as if she’d been waiting her entire life for him, and maybe she had. Maybe he had been waiting for her too.

He was at full mast again, length hard and heavy against her stomach as he kissed across her collarbone. Her lips brushed against his cheek as his met her shoulder. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking across her nipples and sending a shiver through her. He took himself in hand, thrusting into her hard. Jake could never quite get over the feeling of her wrapped around him, squeezing him. As he stretched her, Sam moaned his name, the sound heavenly to his ears.

She pulled him close then and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, Jake, please. Don’t you dare hold back.”

His knees locked her in on both sides, his hands on either side of her head, and he went to work. He didn’t bother starting slow. She didn’t want that. She wanted the unhinged fucking animal that she knew was in Jake. She wanted him in the state of mind that he’d been in when he was captured. When all he could think of was her. Wanting to get back home to her. She wanted him to let go.

“Hold. On. To. Me. Seriously.” He growled, causing Sam to intertwine her fingers at the back of his neck. The only sound in the room then was the loud slap of skin on skin, and Jake knew they would both be sore tomorrow. He rutted into her, absolutely fucking railed her, his groans loud as he hit the deepest parts of her with every single thrust. At the first thrust she felt pain shoot through her core, at the second she disconnected her fingers, and by the third, her nails were piercing the skin of his back, leaving deep scratches, valleys that marked him as hers and hers alone. She raked them across the strong musculature as he rammed his hips into hers. Jake felt her walls clench over and over and the sensation ripped a strangled howl of pleasure from him so loud that it alone sent Sam careening over the edge of her orgasm as well. She whimpered his name over and over, whining as her walls pulsed around him, eventually dissolving into wordless echoes of his name.

Jake’s body drained of every feeling, every emotion, every bit of tension as he emptied his load into Sam, settling his body over hers. His breathing was uneven, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his neck and shaking pectorals. Sam at some point had lost her grip with the beads of sweat that had formed on his skin and her hands had fallen to the sheets, gripping them for dear life, when Jake’s thrusts became sloppy.

They stayed there for a few moments, before Jake was backing away, and pulling her toward the shower. He turned the water on and guided her under the hot stream, the temperature soothing and smoothing out the last bits of tension in both hers and Jake’s bodies. He wasn’t done though.

“You wanted this.” He purred, his breath hot near her ear. He nipped at the shell then kneed her legs apart as he pressed her against the cool tile. He bit down on her shoulder as he thrust up into her. She hadn;t even realized he was hard again until then, until he was in her space, invading her air, caging her in with his strong musk.

“I know. I want you. I want it, Jake. Please, keep going. Keep fucking me. Fucking stay inside me forever. Fuck me forever, oh my god.” Her words fueled him, as he left teeth marks on her shoulder, hickeys on her neck, and reddened skin on her ass as he pulled out and flipped her around, smacking her bottom as he pushed himself inside her from behind. He gathered her hands above her head, against the wall, keeping them joined at the wrists. His other hand was firmly around her middle, steadying her, making sure she couldn’t move. Making sure that he could just fill her over and over and she couldn’t escape, and she’d never want to anyway.

“Jake, Jake, Jake!” She saw stars, as another orgasm washed over her. It had been there, creeping up behind her and pushing her over the edge without her even realizing it. Jake was not far behind, his balls drawing up tight, cock pumping, painting her inner walls again. Jake was absolutely spent, exhausted, as his length fell from her. His thighs were shaking, his body trembling behind her. Sam’s was damn near the same, tension gone. Everything in their bodies was dull, ache-less, and relaxed as she turned to him.

Jake’s lips met Sam’s in the most gentle touch, more than a brush of the lips, but less than a full kiss. Jake recoiled slightly to examine his fiance, and what he saw was stunning. His girl, his woman, fucked out, and filled to the brim, with happiness. Her smile was wide, lids lowered, breath easy. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, feeling the devotion pass between them.

“Now you know.” Sam whispered, barely audible over the water running. Jake’s brow furrowed.

“Know what?” He asked, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. Her fingers had met his chest, toying with the sparse golden hair there.

“That you can let go. You can lose control and I will still be okay.” She said softly, closing the distance between them once more.

“Are you okay? Was I too...?” His voice was unsteady as his hands connected with her waist. She leaned into him, against his chest and sighed deeply. Her words came out reassuringly, putting him at ease.

“I'm fine, Jake. You didn't hurt me. I like knowing that you can go there with me. I trust you.”

“And I trust you...to take over...when I can give up control. It’s not often...but knowing that I can let go...really let go...it means more than you will ever know...and so much more than I will ever be able to express...” Jake closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Sam’s warm body curled into him, under the stream of hot water. They stayed there for a long while, soaking in each other’s quiet presence.

#glen powell #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x oc #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun hangman #Spotify

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biancasaidstfu · 8 months ago

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Pics taken at 8:30pm - London Time - from 1 of your posts

Paper Moon post is posted at 8:00pm - London Time - from 1 of your posts (same posts)

1. Could be old pics or pics from the night before?

1. If old pics - whatever -

1. A few leaves on ground, but a lot of trees still green

2. Temperature was in low-mid 50’s last night and the night before

3. DM has gotten wrong too many times, making something out of nothing.

2. If from the night before - still whatever -

1. could be WHY Nic posted the Paper Moon, knowing that photos would be coming out and to take it for what it is - an illusion.

1. Paper Moon she selected has a couple where the man is pointing to something. And if Paper Moon is illusion then is it

1. The couple is NC/AD and they are the illusion?

2. The couple is NC/LN and the man pointing is saying look over there - that’s the illusion

3. Or . . . The other way around, which I can’t even type . . .

2. Dinner - Romantic, Friends, ???

1. If Romantic dinner -

1. then why are the photos not showing romantic couple but friendly couple walking down the street (will get to this later with the pictures)

2. Posting and searching posts during a romantic dinner?????

3. Or, I guess it’s a romantic dinner (don’t believe that for one minute)

2. Friends dinner - perhaps this is a reconnect after the NYC debacle

1. To make sure that their friendship is still intact

2. To just check-in - friends have dinner

3. Pictures

1. Seem to be out of sequence

2. Hat is probably given to her after she clocks the photographer

3. Not kissing his hand or going to kiss his hand - getting ready to put hat on

4. It looks like the Claddaugh ring can be seen on ring finger of left hand one of the pics

1. Claddaugh ring is connected to only one person - LN (too many codes to be about anyone else)

5. Looks exhausted in each picture (been exhausted a lot lately . . . Hmmmm)

6. She looks irritated/stressed

7. Right hand has two smaller rings - middle finger and ring finger

8. Purse is between them?????

9. Hands/Fingers may be intertwined but it’s loosely. They are not interlocked.

But then again . . . Maybe . . . I won’t even finish that thought or sentence because I just don’t believe it.

#lukola #my opinions #my thoughts #my theories #speculation only

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50calmadeuce · 2 months ago

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Ch. 29: Court (R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

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A fresh layer of snow fell overnight, and the temps had fallen into the low thirties. You took a pic and sent it to Jake. ‘Fresh snow and cold temps this morning. Wish you were next to me keeping me warm.’

You get dressed for work, even though you were going to court. You wore long underwear under your khaki 5.11 cargo pants, long sleeve dark green DNR shirt and black winter work boots. You buckled your black duty belt and strapped your leg holster around your right leg as you walked into your office and into the closet. There you walked to your steel gun cabinet, typed in the code to open it and too out your .45 Glock 21. You secured your Glock in your leg holster and placed your two spare magazines on your bullet proof vest. The magazine you used in your Glock was out in your work truck along with your shot gun and rifle. You tried not to have loaded weapons around Christian.

You secured your gun safe, grabbed your vest, walked out of the closet and headed to the kitchen where Christian sat in his highchair eating breakfast with Montgomery.

“Thank you, Montgomery.”

“It’s no problem, Doctor. Miss Abigail deserves a vacation.”

You look at him. “You know, you’re welcome to take a vacation too.”

“Doctor. You and Christian are the only family I have.”

You nod understandingly as you place your vest on the back of the kitchen bar char and walk over to Christian in the highchair. “You behave for Montgomery.”

“Gumree,” Christian repeats as he stuffs his mouth with toast, and you kiss his forehead.

You grab your winter DNR coat and put it on along with your beanie hat. You grab your vest off of the chair. “I’m not sure when I’ll be home. I’m even afraid to see my desk.”

“No worries. We’ll be okay.”

“Okay. See you guys later. Love you, C.J.” You blow Christian a kiss.

“Lub you, Mommy.” Chrisitan blows you a kiss back.

You walk to the mudroom that led to the garage.

Judge Arnold Krawczak looked at his watch from his bench as you and Whitaker sat behind the attorney table to the right of the judge’s bench.

“I’ll give them five more…” Judge Krawczak stopped as the doors to the courtroom opened.

Celine walked behind two attorneys. Dressed as though she was a movie star from Hollywood.

“We apologize, Your Honor,” the attorney dressed in the gray suit said as they got behind the other attorney’s desk. “Traffic was horrendous!”

Judge Krawczak raised an eyebrow quizzically along with you and Mr. Whitaker.

“Mister…?”

“Attorney Nathan Crawley and Attorney Justin Dodge, Your Honor.”

You and Whitaker looked at each other.

“Mister Crawly, let’s get this started since you’ve already waisted 10 minutes of my morning.”

“Yes, Your Honor.” He opened his briefcase and took out some papers. “We’re here to contest the restraining order Mrs. Y/N Astor has placed on Ms. Celine Astor-Davenport.”

Whitaker stood up and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Your Honor. My client’s name is Doctor Y/N Astor. As of Wednesday, last week, it’s Doctor Y/N Astor-Seresin or Doctor Y/N Seresin. She deserves that respect.”

“Agreed. She will be addressed as such.”

Celine’s attorney glared at her, and she just shrugged.

“Again, I apologize, Your Honor.” He paused. “We’re here to contest the restraining order Doctor Y/N Astor-Seresin placed on my client, Celine Astor-Davenport. We’re also contesting the marriage.”

Judge Krawczak sighed. “Let’s start with the restraining order.”

“Christian Astor Junior is Mrs. Astor-Davenport’s only grandchild. She has the right to see her only grandchild.”

“Agreed. Mr. Whitaker?”

“We also agree, Your Honor, but supervised. Per the contract Christian Astor and Charles Astor left behind, Mrs. Astor-Davenport cannot be trusted.”

“I object, Your Honor!” Crawley intejected.

“Mr. Whitaker, please explain?”

“Due to Christian Junior being the sole heir to the Astor fortune, Mrs. Astor-Davenport cannot be trusted due to financial issues. Both Christian and Charles expressed that in their Wills. Hence why we recommend supervised visitation.”

Judge Krawczak leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose before addressing the room. "Mr. Whitaker, are these financial concerns outlined in the documentation provided by Mr. Astor?"

“Yes, Your Honor,” Whitaker replied confidently. He retrieved a folder from his briefcase, pulling out a document. “The financial mismanagement and repeated attempts to access funds in the past are well-documented. This was one of the key reasons both men stipulated supervised visitation as a condition.”

Crawley stood abruptly. “Your Honor, this is irrelevant. Mrs. Astor-Davenport has a right to spend time with her grandchild, and bringing up unrelated financial matters serves only to paint her in a negative light.”

Judge Krawczak raised a hand, silencing Crawley. “Mr. Crawley, I’ll decide what’s relevant. Sit down.”

Crawley hesitated before reluctantly taking his seat.

The judge turned back to Whitaker. “Is there any evidence that Mrs. Astor-Davenport has attempted to interfere financially since the passing of Mr. Astor and Mr. Davenport?”

Whitaker nodded. “Yes, Your Honor. Following Mr. Astor’s passing, Mrs. Astor-Davenport attempted to challenge the terms of his will, specifically regarding the trust established for Christian Junior. The challenge was dismissed, but it highlights a concerning pattern.”

Crawley was on his feet again. “Your Honor, these accusations are speculative at best. Mrs. Astor-Davenport’s intentions are purely familial.”

“Sit down, Mr. Crawley,” Judge Krawczak said sternly. “I’ll review the evidence myself.”

You took a steady breath, meeting the judge’s gaze. “Your Honor, I want Christian to have a relationship with his grandmother, but I also want to honor his father’s wishes. Christian’s safety and well-being are my top priorities. Christian Senior wouldn't have put what he did in his Will unless he had a reason."

The judge nodded thoughtfully, his gaze shifting between the two parties. “After reading the Will, I agree. Christian Senior was very thorough in his Will.”

“What!?” Celine scoffed loudly.

“Mrs. Astor-Davenport. Another outburst and you’ll be held in contempt.” Judge Krawczak looked at Attorney Crawley. “Next subject.”

“Uhm, we’re contesting her current marriage.”

The courtroom fell silent for a moment as Crawley’s statement hung in the air. You exchanged a quick, bewildered glance with Whitaker, who remained calm and composed, though his grip on his pen tightened slightly.

Judge Krawczak raised an eyebrow, his tone incredulous. “You’re contesting her current marriage? On what grounds, Mr. Crawley?”

Crawley adjusted his tie, feigning confidence. “Your Honor, we believe Mrs. Seresin’s marriage to Lieutenant Jacob Seresin may not be in the best interests of Christian Junior. It is our position that her husband’s military career poses potential instability and danger to the child’s upbringing.”

A murmur rippled through the courtroom before Judge Krawczak’s gavel came down sharply. “Order in the court!” He turned a sharp gaze to Crawley. “Let me be clear—this court does not take lightly to baseless attacks on someone’s character or career. If you have evidence to support your claim, present it. Otherwise, I suggest you move on.”

Whitaker stood, his voice measured but firm. “Your Honor, this is nothing more than a desperate attempt to discredit my client and undermine her role as Christian Junior’s mother. Lieutenant Seresin’s career is entirely irrelevant to these proceedings. In fact, his service to our country should be commended, not used as a weapon in a courtroom.”

Crawley cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable under the judge’s scrutinizing gaze. “Your Honor, we believe the Lieutenant’s frequent deployments and the inherent dangers of his profession may result in an unstable home environment.”

Judge Krawczak looked unimpressed. “Do you have any evidence that Mrs. Seresin’s marriage has negatively impacted her son’s well-being?”

“Well—no, Your Honor, but—”

"And if I recall correctly, Christian Astor Senior was a helicopter pilot in the Army. Would you be challenging that if he were still alive?"

The courtroom fell silent once again, the weight of Judge Krawczak’s pointed question pressing down on Crawley. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, searching for an appropriate response but finding none.

Whitaker seized the moment, his voice calm but laced with conviction. “Your Honor, the hypocrisy in this argument cannot be overstated. My client’s late husband, Christian Astor Senior, served honorably in the Army as a helicopter pilot, a profession no less demanding or dangerous than that of Lieutenant Seresin. Yet, no one questioned his ability to provide a stable home for his son.”

You could see Crawley shrinking slightly in his seat, his confidence visibly eroding under Whitaker’s steady argument and the judge’s piercing gaze.

Judge Krawczak leaned forward, his tone firm. “Mr. Crawley, this court has no tolerance for double standards or unfounded accusations. Unless you have credible evidence that Lieutenant Seresin’s career is detrimental to the child’s upbringing—and I mean substantial, not speculative—I suggest you reconsider your approach. I’ll ask you again: would you be making this argument if Christian Astor Senior were alive and in this courtroom today?”

Crawley stammered, “No, Your Honor, we would not.”

The judge’s expression hardened. “Then this line of reasoning is dismissed. Focus your arguments on matters relevant to the child’s well-being, not baseless conjecture about his stepfather’s career. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” Crawley muttered, sinking into his chair.

Whitaker gave you a reassuring glance, and you felt a flicker of triumph. The judge’s firm stance had shifted the tide in your favor, making it clear that these proceedings would not be derailed by underhanded tactics.

Judge Krawczak sighed. “Mr. Crawly. Doctor Astor-Seresin is an adult. According to her previous marriage, she knew Christian Astor only three days before they eloped and were married for 3 years. I trust Doctor Astor-Seresin’s judgement. Let’s get real, Mr. Crawley.” Judge Krawczak looked at both attorneys. “If that is all, court is adjourned.” He beat his gavel, stood up and walked to his chambers.

Celine glared at you. “This isn’t over.” She walked away with her attorneys.

Whitaker shook his head as he watched Celine walk away. “That woman.” He looks at you. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here.”

You leave the courthouse and go out to your work truck where you open the door and get in. Your phone dings that you got a text and you look at it after you start the engine.

'Me too, Darlin,’ Jake responded.

You started your truck and headed to work.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 months ago

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Oddly enough, their loudest supporter is a green-skinned man who denies ever being Spinner from the LOV. Come on, he has black hair.

Spinner wasn't paying any attention to the couple gossip that Future Media was showing, but he DID pay attention, when he heard that 5 Hero Studens had started a line of T-shirts against Mutant Discrimination. How it became famous and how something so simple changed lives.

(There were pics of the fans with the T-shirts. It took everything he had to Not cry in front of the rest of the LoV.)

So when a week later, the U.A. social media account announces the early launch of 'Bigot'?

Spinner goes out for groceries and never returns. But Nedzu's new assistant is VERY familiar.

(No one can prove it though!)

Honestly, I picture that the future showing is mostly gossip that the LoV (and villains in general) can't use, but that the general public can see and go 'yeah, we're in good hands'.

Like the knowledge that there is the 'Healthy Relationships and How to Achieve Them' Seminar. The 'Bigot' T-shirt line. The barely there mention of a shelter for victims of abuse. Monoma's video of his girlfriend was supposed to be publicity for the 'What's the Tea?!' with a few planned shots of a panel menu that turns out to be code for Undergrounders, but he simply got distracted by her ranting while she baked.

Mostly gossip, but if you know where to look...

Kendo just sees a 10 second clip of her and her boyfriend, (a handsome gentleman with a tiger mutation, who does MMA. They met when he tripped a robber that she was pursuing), and the tears she was trying to contain from the news of her work against domestic violence just come flooding in. Tetsutetsu is panicking.

Class 2B gets to know Monoma's girlfriend through a video call a few months after the showing and they collectively go, 'oh, she's just like him for real...' They're perfect for each other, but a lot for everyone else.

Everyone just pretends it isn’t Spinner no this is… Twister.

The entire school gets in on it, and it is hilarious. Hawks shows up to pretend to know Twister from his school days and they have to much fun. (And maybe if a few others slip from the LOV… well Nezu enjoys having a showman around to)

Oh agreed. It’s lol gossip, and chatter about the cute kids of The Stationary Trio, news about people being heroes and some clips.

It gives so much hope to those in the present, and shows them that things can be better.

Course not everyone is happy. For instance, the Commission isn’t thrilled hearing that they were exposed as a placed filled with corruption (an anniversary post about the president being arrested did that) nor are some politicians or businessmen pleased with the knowledge things have really changed in regards for how society works.

But the others? Oh they’re so happy.

#bnha #bnha au #the iidamomodeku au

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Okay guys REALISTICALLY what gates and theories do you want to become real Byler moments in s5? I’ll go first.

— Will Byers and Holly Wheeler bonding and Mike absolutely meltinggg yes please (bro is so cooked)

— Will and Mike babysitting Holly, they start flirting and that’s one of the reasons Holly disappeares. Mike ofc blames himself for getting distracted and carried away with his flirting and VOILA! ANGSTTT (Mike Queerler blaming himself for acting queer and seeing Holly’s disappearance as a punishment from some higher power for being gay)

— I want the moment Will sees Mike’s new haircut so baddd you guys don’t understand. “You look… it looks great, Mike” AIDHWKHDKWHRKAHSJWHRJIWEU

— Byler hugs come home, we miss you. Byler hugs. Home. Byler. HUGS. Byler HUGS. HUGGIES AND CUDDLINGGG

— One of them in the hospital and the other by his bedside and he gives him a forehead kiss while he sleeps <3 (idk where I got this from to begin with but it hasn’t left my mind since)

— Byler cleaning each other’s wounds in the green house at at Lover’s Lake

— AN ALMOST KISS AND I TRULY CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. ALSO DID I MENTION AN ALMOST KI- *gunshots*

— That pic of Finn sitting in a room with wide open yellow curtains right behind him, looking troubled as the light falls on him…? Yeah. I want to see whatever revelations Mike’s having in that scene (hmm I wonder what they might be about…) CLEARLY on his face! I want to see the “Oh. Oh.” moment in action. (Although I think he’s already had his oh OH moment in s3 and/or s4 so maybe that’s not what’s going on in this scene, but still I want 🤌EMOTIONS🤌✨)

— Chill Mileven breakup on the rooftop, Mike immediately moving on to talk about how worried he is for Will and El immediately clocking his shit but keeping it to herself

— The bullies that used to bully the Party back in the days teasingly call Mike “Zombie Boy’s Boyfriend” and he doesn’t bat an eye, but then they shove Will into a locker or something with no intention of picking a fight and Mike IS NOT HAVING IT… fighting ensues and punches are thrown and Wheelers are beaten black and blue ❤️ (Go bad bitch go bad bitch go)

— SCENES LIKE THE ROVICKIE SCENE MAKINV SANDWITCGES BUT BYLERRR

— CHURCHGATE! Will is possessed and choking Mike, Mike is literally dying but smiles a lil smile through his tears and taps “I love you” into Morse code against Will’s wrist in what he thinks is his last moments… little does he know that’s what saves Will and also himself! Hooray! 🥰 (For now I might add, it’s far from over innit) (Also I just saw a post about how actions speak louder than words in ST and that Byler probably won’t say out loud — or tap — ily to each other. Alternatively Mike taps “crazy together”? But I’m also not too big on the GIVE-US-THROWBACKS-TO-PREVIOUS-SEASONS-AND-THEIR-BYLER-MOMENTS stuff so… yk what idk but Mike IS using morse code to snap Will out of it because I SAID SO!)

— Y’all this is smth I made up myself in a late night Byler scenario once and never shared (I thenk) so it’s technically not a hate but: yk how the only part of Will not possessed in s2 (the one hand he used to tap messages in morse code to the others) was the hand Mike held earlier on in the season? Well, what if that’s the key to snap him out of his possession temporarily? Idk how Mike figures it out, maybe he connects the dots somehow and just goes with it, but picture this: Will is possessed, fighting back as Mike holds him close and just — touches him. NOTHING SEXUAL! Just, the sensuality of it? Mike holding Will close after ages of not properly hugging him, running his hands through his hair and over his backs and shoulders and arms and yeee Will slowly starts to regain control over his body, all whilst still spitting things that undeniably sting. Because yk. Vecna and allat. So it’s like Mike is being Vecna’s but it’s real, but it’s also not real because Will doesn’t mean that and he’s not even the one saying those things, it’s Vecna. And then ig Mike maybe… KISSES Will in the end to stop him from talking and give him back the ability to speak freely too? Idk just a thought DONT MIND ME GUYS THE LATE NIGHT SCENARIOS BE LIKE THAT OKAY DONT JUDGEEE IM A SAP AND A SUCKER FOR NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY

— Let’s ignore that lost thing I wrote kay? REALISTICALLY: I don’t want the kiss to be the love confession. Yk? Make them happen on two separate occasions. Love confession first, kiss on a later occasion, because yk what they say: if a kiss is needed to confess ur love then is it rlly love? The confession shall be in the form of WORDS

— Byler get Lucas-and-Dustin’d buttttt it’s discreet, like when Jonathan let Will know that he knew he was gay and in love with Mike in s4 but without explicitly saying it! And this could happen somewhere at the end of the season, maybe they speak to Will and Mike on separate occasions, maybe with both of them at the same time, yk anything works

— ROBIN BONDING WITH THEM BOTH AND CLOCKING THEIR SHITTT but she speaks to them both without the other one present

— Y’all have heard about “Painting? What painting?” before, now get ready for “You know… the painting I gave you before?” “Mhm?” “It was from me. And— me only. El didn’t commission it.” “Just like she didn’t commission that speech you gave me?” “Huh?” “Will. I know the painting was from you. I knew this whole time.” (I am a MIKE WHEELER ISNT FUCKING OBLIVIOUS HE KNEE WHAT THE GELL WAS GOING ON HE WAS JUST CONFLICTED AYDJWKDJEJ truther always and forever. Oh and this conversations happens while Will and Mike are in an established relationship btw.)

— This isn’t rlly Byler but WILL COMING OIT TO JOYCE AND JOYCE BEING THE QUEEN SHE IS AND ACCEPTING HIMMM tears are shed and hugs are given. Wholesomeness. Just.. Yes.

— “What’s gay?” (Again not rlly Byler but I love El too much not to include this in this list)

— BYLER SHARING CLOTHESSS (Mike’s sweaters being too small for Will but he wears them anyways and Mike DIES every time — yes plss)

— BYLER! SHARING! A BED! Because Will had a nightmare once and “Oh for fuck’s— this is getting stupid. Just— just get up here already, Will.” “Huh? What?” “Get into the bed or you’ll have the back of an old man when you’re twenty/Get in or you’ll freeze to death”… just THEM ATXGWKDJEKKEIE (not me crashing out— mb y’all this post is chaos now and i rule it) And then they just never stop sharing a bed <3

— Them bonding over their shared music taste! (“Smalltown Boy and Boys Don’t Cry? I love those songs!”)

— MIKE WHEELER USING HIS WILL VOICE WHILE TALKING TO WILL WHILE HE’S BLEEDING OUT OR SOME SHI, like yes gurlll you just barely escaped death now is a GREAT time to be gay and try to comfort your situationship while you’re the one who should be comforted <3

— Completely unrelated but blind + wheelchair user Max Mayfield!!

— To be added onto ❤️

#byler #jamstag #s5 speculation #I would make a bingo card if I knew how to

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