#{ you’re just too used to my honey now ~§~ stricklake }

[trollhuntermom]

[ DOORSTEP ]!

kissing prompts || @strickjagger​

The night had been wonderful; Barbara couldn’t remember the last time she had been this relaxed. It wasn’t just that Walt was intelligent and clever – two very different qualities that rarely were that prominent in one person – or even just that he could make her laugh to the point of an undignified small snort – I hope he didn’t notice -

- but she felt as if they were connected.

Truly. As if some part of her was relieved to see him. It didn’t feel like awkwardly getting to know someone new, it felt like meeting someone very close after not seeing them for a very long time.

I’ve been missing you.

Which was ridiculous of course. One date was nothing, they hardly knew each other. Chemistry, she thought when they stopped outside her door and she looked up into his green eyes. That’s all it is.

And this very moment was the only one that night not alive with conversation and banter. They watched each other in silence for a few heartbeats, then he leaned down and pressed their lips together, slowly and gently-

- and perhaps it lingered a bit longer because she leaned into it, or maybe neither of them wanted the moment to end –

- but it did, as all moments do, and before she knew it she watched him drive away as she closed the door.

Who knows?

[suzie-guru]

OKAY SO I FINISHED ALL OF THE EPISODES. I SHOULD BE PACKING FOR CHICAGO BUT HERE’S ME BASICALLY VOMITING UP MY FEELS

THE MAIN OF WHICH FOCUS UPON – UNSURPRISINGLY – STRICKLER AND BARBARA

Oh my God, y’all weren’t joking about the heartbreak. I mean, I knew going in it was going down, but man...

I just...I love Barbara so much. I have a fierce and deep attachment for mother characters, and Barbara has always held a place in my heart because of that (and the fact that she’s a doctor and my own mother is a nurse). But man oh man, these last few episodes just hammered all of that home. 

“But who’s going to protect you?” 

“No, not without Jim! No! JIM!”

“GET AWAY FROM MY BOY!” 

“Sorry...I...messed things up...”

I swear to God, that last one especially made my heart break. I can just...so easily imagine Barbara constantly seeing how she’s messing up, how she’s falling short, how she’s always trying and working so hard to make up for those fumbles and mistakes, failing at being a wife, failing at being a doctor, failing at being a mother...

“I’m your mother. I protect you. That’s the deal...” 

“Honey, you’re supposed to be able to tell me anything.” 

For Barbara and Jim’s relationship alone...

“You were always my hero. My beautiful boy.” 

...I would have been in tears. But of course, that’s not the case. 

“What...what are you, Walt?”

“I’m someone who can help your son, but I can’t until I know you’re safe. Please!”

“...Then go to him!” 

Her gasping when she sees the shadow of his Troll form, him crouching over her protectively when Angor Rot comes at her, her “...Walt?” when she sees him fully changed...

And God, when he tries to apologize...

“Barbara, I––” “Don’t talk to me. You’re the one thing I’m looking forward to forgetting.” 

You used me, you lied to me, this whole time all of it was a lie, clumsy Barbara making another mess and breaking things and this time it was my heart, you broke it and God I want to forget it, all of it, all of you...

Meanwhile, all I can think of is: 

“I gave my heart mind blindly...” 

Barbara, I am so damn proud of you and yet my heart is breaking. 

Damn, Stickler’s screams of agony. I think this was the moment when Jim truly knew that Strickler wasn’t fucking around – if someone who has always made looking out for his own interesst and wellbeing top priority is so ready and willing to go through such pain for her...he truly does love Barbara. 

Oh God, my heart at the face Strickler made at this line:

“Forgive me, Barbara...”

AND BARBARA HAS TO TURN AWAY BECAUSE IT’S TOO MUCH, SHE CAN’T, SHE CAN’T FORGIVE HIM JUST YET BUT SHE STILL LOVES HIM––

And then...

“...but there’s nothing left for me in the human world. It’s not like I’ll ever have a future with your mother––” 

BABY NO, YOU DON’T KNOW THAT, DON’T GIVE UP HOPE

And then he’s gone. Is he off to the Dark Lands? Is he off to kick Otto’s ass for not helping him? Is he off to seize power from the Order of Janus? 

I don’t know, but please come back.

OH GOD, SEASON TWO, GIVE ME THESE TWO HEALING AND HAVING HONESTY BETWEEN THEM AND BEING LAME PARENTS IN LOVE, I. NEED. THIS.  

Okay, so...mock me if you will, but the song Toby and Darcy dance to gave me MAJOR Stricklake feels, from what we could hear of it: “Show me where I belong...” 

(SEEN AS IMPURE NOT WANTED BY EITHER WORLDS BUT YOU BELONG WITH HER, YOU BELONG IN HER WORLD, BY HER SIDE––)

I wonder if there’s a place where I could listen to it in its entirety...? 

ALSO ALSO ALSO: 

God, I hope that Season Two tackles the racism/bigotry/prejudice that Changelings face. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I’m sure that no small part of his treatment was due to his part in bringing about all this nonsense, but still: 

“A Changeling!” 

“Let’s crush him!” 

“Only an Impure would be stupid enough to raise Angur Rot.”

“GUILTY CHANGELING!” 

“Let’s get him down from there and really have some fun––!” 

“Changelings ain’t right in Troll Market!” 

GOD, SHUT UP ALL OF YOU, THE CHANGELINGS DIDN’T ASK TO BE KIDNAPPED. NO WONDER THEY TURNED TO THE DARK LANDS, WHEN YOUR STUBBORN STONY ASSES ARE BEING ALL REJECTING AND RACIST TO THEM.  

Oh man, can you imagine Barbara going off on some Trolls whenever they try to give Strickler shit about being a Changeling? “I COULD UNDERSTAND IF YOU WERE MAD ABOUT HIM MAKING ALL KINDS OF TROUBLE FOR YOU, BUT HE DIDN’T ASK TO BE KIDNAPPED––!” 

The ending scene was genuinely spine-thrilling, and Jim’s new armor is BOSS. I’m so excited to see where Season Two takes us. 

Also, calling it now, Toby is TOTALLY a Changeling. 

Also also, God willing, we will see more of Nomura. 

[trollhuntermom]

A concept: Strickler and Barbara going on holiday together but the relaxing trip kind of escalated into an anthropological adventure and their most heated discussion is whether Strickler gets to keep an artefact or hand it over to a museum. ❤️

[trollhuntermom]

😴

Sleeping Meme ||@strickjagger​

😴’ to find them slumped over, sleeping in a place that isn’t safe.

04:30 outside the Lake house, post-shift

Dammit! Dammit dammit dammit! She was digging through her purse with rising alarm and when she still couldn’t find her house keys she dropped down on all fours outside the house, emptying the content on the ground to be sure and pawed through the small pile of random objects.

“Shit”, she whispered as she realized the house would be empty. Walt would be gone tonight, and she wasn’t sure if he would return tomorrow or tomorrow night. Jim was still away training with Merlin. The babies were currently doted on by Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.

Well, at least she could wait in the car. She gathered up her things and went over to the car only to realize that the car doors were locked too - and that the keys, both to the house and the car, was still in the ignition.

Quietly, she sat down on the steps outside again, leaning against the front door. Breaking into your own house is insane, right? You can’t just break the window with a stone and climb inside like a burglar?

She yawned and shivered. She could call Walt, and she knew he’d come... but it chafed. Her own stupidity chafed. And calling him in the middle of the night - especially if he was busy - like a teenager, or a damsel in distress, no - it just wasn’t done.

Fifteen minutes later her pride edged away enough for her to pick up the phone and type - delete and retype - delete and retype - a text message.

[[ Hello honey. Sorry for texting you in the middle of the night. I hope everything is going well, or have gone well. Just checking, you’re not coming home early by any chance? No emergency, just checking. xoxo B ]]

She pulled her knees up after sending the message, staring at the screen for a full minute before she yawned again.

Just gonna close my eyes for a bit...

[trollhuntermom]

Stricklake, of course, I'm always a slut for Stricklake. Stricklike is like pickled japaneos, either you like it or you dont, and that's fine! Of course I ship her with Gunmar, as well, and believe it or not, I have a platonic mother-son ship with Bular, or Draal. Those trolls need moming. BAD.

Mun: Oh my gosh, yes! I’m a huge stricklake shipper. Gimme the entire jar of those jalapenos. ♡

And yes, also with Gunmar, because the potential for it to be complicated and interesting is high. They’re both parents on opposite sides of a high stake game, and I am here for that drama and chemistry.

Barbara would make an excellent troll mom and I will go down with that platonic parent-ship. Especially to Bular, who is more or less alone topside.