#| thread: goodbye |

[foursidecity]

They say a sewing machine makes the job quicker and much easier but what they don't tell you is that you have to become a greasy old weatherd mechanic each time you try to use the thing

[get-back-homeward]

The Beatles, Flowers, and Love

A white sport coat and a pink carnation I'm all dressed up for the dance A white sport coat and a pink carnation I'm all alone in romance

Once you told me long ago To the prom with me you'd go Now you've changed your mind it seems Someone else will hold my dreams

—A White Sports Coat (and A Pink Carnation)* (1957)

I send you flowers but you don't care You never seem to see me standing there I often wonder what you're thinking of I hope it's me and love love love

—Hello Little Girl (1957)

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high

—Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds (1967)

Find me in my field of grass Mother Nature's son Swaying daisies, sing a lazy song Beneath the sun

—Mother Nature's Son (1968)

Songs that lingered on my lips excite me now And linger on my mind Leave your flowers at my door I'll leave them for the one who waits behind

—Goodbye (1968)

Some call it magic The search for the grail Love is the answer And you know that for sure Love is a flower You got to let it grow

—Mind Games (1970, 1973)

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

—Mull of Kintyre (1977)

All through the summer, I have followed you around Bringing a rose for the winter that's coming Now the snow is on the ground... Love awake to the day When we can make our love awake

—Winter Rose/Love Awake (1978)

You want a love to last forever One that will never fade away I want to help you with your problem Stick around, I say Coming up, coming up, yeah Coming up like a flower Coming up, I say

—Coming Up (1979)

If you'll forgive me my little flower princess Never too late unless you can't forgive

Time is on our side Let's not waste another minute 'Cause I love you my little friend I really love you

Give me just one more chance And I'll show you, take up the dance Where we left off

—Forgive Me (My Little Flower Princess)** (1980)

After hours  Late in the bar  By a darkened corner seat  Faded flowers wait in the jar  Till the evening is complete 

—Take It Away (1981)

She sprinkles flowers in the dirt That's when a thrill becomes a hurt I know I'll never see her face She walks away from my resting place

That day is done, that day is done You know where I've gone I won't be coming back That day is done

—That Day Is Done (1988)

[bibyshitsuji24k]

im saying it.

smile will grow older.

[danganreddit]

[bridaltrain]

[askruimizuki]

< whoops I somehow lost track of all of my threads I was in. So if I don’t reply uhhh- feel free to start a new one LOL

And if not- that’s cool I’ll quietly lurk as I do.

I should note I’m more accustomed to RP on discord than on Tumblr LOL>

[dent-de-leon]

Oh…the raven perching on Molly’s grave and then flying away—it just feels different, knowing now that Lucien was fate touched—

[hopefull-mindset]

I’ve been thinking of posting my thoughts from twitter here, so if you guys would like to read the entirety of it, I’ll probably post the rest if this gains enough traction! (I did post the rest!)

[amischiefofmuses]

@ficklefables;;

Danger room drills are a solid way to let off steam, even alone, and they'd sure needed it. Unfortunately for as long as adrenaline kept thoughts at bay, checking their phone is enough to bring it all back into the forefront of their mind. It's an impossible situation. Stupid. And the more they read back, the more they start feeling antsy, ranting away to themself quietly as if giving commentary on the conversation they'd had with Scott about this mess. -- ❝Oh just TELL HIM. Yeah sure thing Scott, I'll just find a quiet moment between catastrophes to sit down and just- what..? 'Oh hey Logan, I know that this is stupid but-❞ They're not alone in here, a sweeping gestured turn brings them to a familiar silhouette in the doorway. "But.." Fuck. Speak of the Devil. -- ❝Hah- Didn't know you'd booked the danger room out next, need to blow off some steam?❞ They know he heard them but there's a fleeting hope it'll be dismissed, perhaps just as much as they it won't- so finally that band-aid can be ripped off and thrown out.

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Hey do you think in danganronpa twitter people make callout posts for ultimates who date non ultimates because the power imbalance is inherently abusive or something?

[anonzentimes]

so nice finding an avid Nagito Enjoyer in the year of our lord 2024 especially one that focuses a good chunk on his characterisation because OURGH nagito komaeda u r such an enigma 2 me

former danganronpa enjoyer here actively trying to retrace my steps from basically four years ago until the nagito and hajime brainrot hits me in the face with ttheir left hook. shakes fist

LOVING KOMAEDA IN 2024 YOU KNOW IT🔥🔥🔥🔥 HESS SO AWESOMEEE URGAGHHH!!!!! He's so awesome, like, how can you be so amazing that three entire in depth good songs can be made about you. that's BONKERS.

I don't know if I've said this on here before since it's a liiittle personal but I want to talk about it since this made me think about it lol

Around my second year of liking Nagito i met somebody and got really close to them and they really believed that Danganronpa was embarrassing/cringe despite liking it themselves. And I know they didn't mean to, but it really rubbed off on me and made me feel ashamed/embarrassed about my interests! I felt as if those embarrassing interests were "flaws" so even when I talked about EVERYTHING else I could I still couldn't make myself ramble about those embarrassing interests despite wanting to!! I don't entirely blame them for me developing pointless embarrassment and shame but I can't deny they were a big factor in it happening too. I still loved Nagito but I definitely thought about him just a little less because when I did I felt GUILTY about it.

So when they left me a few months ago, the pressure from being ashamed sort of left??? Like I had the biggest "what do I have to lose anymore," moment of my life and started just embracing my interests again and being "embarrassing" because really who cares? ALSO FUNNILY ENOUGH THATS WHEN I STARTED READING FANFIC TOO,,, I WAS A LITTLE AFRAID TO READ FANFIC BUT BECAUSE OF THE "what have I got to lose" MENTALITY I STARTED READING IT AND I REALLY LIKE FANFICS LOLL

I'm still pretty sad they went from somebody I talked to every day to someone I haven't talked to in months but I think it was, in a way, the best thing for me in the end. I've been able to Attempt to be more comfortable with myself and have become less ashamed and implemented that "what have I got to lose?" mentality but in a positive way! I've definitely improved thanks to this blog as well and I don't feel guilty about loving Nagito anymore.

so why did I go on an entire little personal yap sesh?? uhhm. I'm not actually sure just something about the way you said retracing steps and hit with brainrot just reminded me of myself,,, and I definitely will take every opportunity I can to restate the message of "try not to be embarrassed about being yourself!!" I've been having fun loving him without shame again and It's been SO nice being able to articulate it! :)

Thanks for your ask!! apologies I got a little personal hopefully it isn't a boring response <3

[frikatilhi]

Moving sucks

[queerdiazs]

The last night before everyone leaves Hawkins for good—Nancy and Jon to Boston for school and Eddie to California with Argyle to chase his dreams—is the first day of Steve’s future. 

Steve stays behind, doesn’t have the money to leave town just yet, but it’s fine because Robin’s going to wait for him to move to Chicago with her since she’s broke, too. Where one of them goes the other tends to follow and, really, there’s no getting rid of each other after the shit they’ve been through. 

The six of them—and wow, Steve’s never had so many people he knows to be his real friends before; it’s a novelty, one he’s never going to take for granted—stay up till dawn in Joyce’s living room, laughing and reminiscing and making plans to meet for the holidays. 

They’re loud as hell, rambunctious like a couple of kids—and that’s what they are, you know? Just a bunch of big kids who put their lives on hold to save a town that shows them no love and a world they’ve never seen before. They’re going to see it now, though. They’ve got plans. 

Joyce doesn’t care about the noise, anyway, and Hop might pretend to but he can’t hide the smile on his face even as he feigns exasperation. He knows they deserve this little bit of normalcy; a raw blessing in the form of finally being able to say goodbye to the childhood that was stolen from them.

Steve leans close to Eddie’s side, nestles into his ribs right where his bandages used to be. They’ve both healed, yeah, but Steve has no feeling and Eddie’s hypersensitive and it’s cold-hot and good. His face is scarred, with a jagged pink mess on his left cheek and lip, and it makes his smile more crooked now than it ever was before. 

Steve doesn’t care. He’s still gorgeous. 

Eddie lets him close, lets him stay close, as they share one beer and then two, three, four, before they’re in each other’s faces and laughing and teasing and Eddie’s lips are red and his eyes are bright and something chips away at Steve’s heart and he breathes like it’s the first time ever and he wants to kiss Eddie. 

He doesn’t. Not yet. 

Eventually, they move outside to the porch. Jon turns the radio on. He grabs Nancy and they dance to one song after another; Argyle convinces Robin to join him since she skipped out on prom and Steve watches them and laughs with a bubbly pit in his tummy when Eddie takes his hand. 

Eddie tugs him up with a grin and then they’re dancing, too, and the songs go by and the stars twinkle above and all six of them scream the lyrics at the tops of their lungs, grateful to be in the woods where nobody but the people they love can hear them. 

Soon, they tire out. Nancy and Robin get the couch, cuddling together, and Jon and Argyle are a combined lump on the floor with a massive mess of blankets. Steve reaches for Eddie’s hand and they make a pallet together, lay down and lean close and talk the rest of the night—even if Steve’s going to be so tired the next day he can’t keep his eyes open. 

It doesn’t matter. 

Eddie matches him word for word, story for story, promise for promise. He wishes they had more time to nurture this blossoming something between them, but it’s okay for now. It’ll have to be. 

The next morning is a pain. Steve drives with Robin to the end of town, where the six of them say goodbye for a while. Nancy and Jon hug him close, and Argyle gives him a fist bump and a nod, swears he’ll put the number Steve gave him to good use. 

Eddie shuffles close to him, wraps him up tight like he did through the night. Whispers, in his ear, “Don’t be a stranger,” with breath that smells like beer and mint toothpaste, and Steve holds him so tight it’s a wonder neither of them snap in two. 

He could have this, he thinks. He could have Eddie as he is now—a hot, raging wildfire with flames so big they burn everything they touch. Steve isn’t sure he can handle that yet, wants to protect his heart from Eddie’s fire for a little longer and that’s okay. 

They’ve got time. Neither of them are dead, and phone calls are only a few numbers away; Steve can wait while Eddie chases his dreams, can wait for that wildfire to burn down to a simmer. He’s got some living he wants to do first, anyway. They’ll be better for the wait. 

Steve watches them drive away, first Nancy and Jon and then Argyle and Eddie in that ugly van. Eddie hangs his head out the window and watches Steve until neither one of them can see the other anymore. 

It’s bittersweet, seeing them go because he’s going to miss them but he knows why, understands why they’ve got to get out of his town and doesn’t blame them for taking their first chance. He’ll follow soon, he will, but right now he has to take care of a few things before he leaves. There’s time, still. 

Robin slips her hand in his. She says, “The kids want to go to the arcade this afternoon,” around a watery laugh, and Steve nods, laughs too, and turns and walks back to his car. He doesn’t look over his shoulder; he and Robin will be joining the others soon, after all.  

[tintedrage]

‘  yeah ,  well  dad's  not  here  to  tell  me  that ,   is  he  ?!  ’  words  are  spat  in  anger ,   jaw  tight  as  he  stares  his  little  sister  down .  the  tension  in  his  chest  pulling  the  air  from  his  lungs .   accusatory  finger  pointed  straight  at  her ,  the  hopelessness  he  feels  reflected  in  blue  eyes .  questions  that  have  plagued  his  mind  since  the  pogues’  return  to  the  outer  banks  without  their  father ,  the  guilt  like  ghosts  haunting  him  mercilessly .  ‘  i  told  you      —     i  told  you  to  take  care  of  him .   that's  all  you  had  to  do ,   sarah  …   and  now  he’s  gone .   dad's  gone  and  i  got  nobody  left  !  ’ 

❧  …  for  @ofcrxwns  ( sarah )   continued  from  :    here  .

[itsamepatches]

I'm not sure if anyone might have already mentioned this but,

does it bug anybody else that we don't get much of a "goodbye" scene with Linebeck like we did with other characters, despite how important he was