#All Within It's Season

[adara-of-the-flame]

thehouseofivo

Embrace it? Was it really just LUCK that she was placed in an ouroboros like that? The hug was unexpected…

Crack.

And UNWELCOME.

He pushed her away, mentally (And almost physically) and stepped back. “NO.” He rejected.

Crack.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to take PITY on me like that. You’re the one trapped. You’re the one who refuses to escape your prison of predetermination.” The paradox couldn’t maintain itself much longer.

CRACK.

“…..We’re done here.” He wanted out. He wanted back to the base. He wanted to…..

Get her out of his head.

Forever.

adara-of-the-flame

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Luna kept her composer; she was trained to.

She had seen the Path. The Best Outcome.

She'd been so stupid.

What he would have, should have seen as an act of empathy, of proof she understood his loss....he'd only seen as a personal attack.

The child-form she was in this space beyond flesh frowned. Deeply, sadly. Tears formed at the edges of violet eyes. "Fine."

Perhaps she 'shoved' him out of their psychic space a little rougher than she should have. Right now, she didn't care.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

This wasn't supposed to hurt like this.

Back in the world outside of thought, the 'real world' under the ancent ginkgo tree, an old woman: pale, wrinkled and pinched with centuries of age stared back at him. Time had pulled her from an innocent, wide-eyed child to a seasoned, dignified woman. But, frown was the same.

"You are correct, Mr. Buzzard. We are done here. Go home. You're beyond help."

All Within It’s Season

It was a short message, written out on large, unassuming index card. 

“Dear, Director Buzzard,

You’ll be happy to know your season of dread had ended, and it’s time for you to accompany me on a trip to the outdoors, as was our agreement. 

Meet me in the morning tomorrow at the Fortress Entrance with anything you wish to bring with you. I’ll provide the rest.

Sincerely,  Luna DelMar, Director of Mental Health.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[sabellart]

lord have mercy on me this stupid twink won’t leave my brain for 5 seconds

[ruporas]

captain's warm hugs! (id in alt)

[pokimoko]

It's Ace Week again and that means it's time for even more silly little artworks of silly little critters. (Here are their friends from 2021 and 2022) ✨Stay amazing, aces✨

[steddiehyperfixation]

accidental eavesdropping (steddie ficlet)

based on this post by @imjust-that-shy. i hope i did this vision justice <3

The doors to the bathroom burst open, and - on some pure, inexplicable instinct and with nearly inhuman speed - Eddie darts back into the stall he'd just been about to come out of and leaps to perch on top of the toilet seat, crouched there like some sort of creature. 

He hears the sound of retching and the stench of vomit fills the air. He holds his breath, wrinkling his nose and trying to imagine what possible context could be behind Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley bursting in here together to puke their guts out. Eddie knows the two of them work together, he’s seen them sharing shifts at Scoops Ahoy when he's walked by. (Not that he often intentionally passes by the ice cream parlor and slows down just to catch a glimpse of Steve or anything… Although who could really blame him if he did? Like, come on, Steve in that uniform? Hello, sailor.) His mind is busy spinning stories of possible explanations, ranging from spoiled ice cream to sneaking alcohol and getting too drunk during their break. 

Eddie's leaning towards the 'drinking on the job' explanation, especially when the retching finally ceases and Robin says something about the room no longer spinning. Those little rebels, Eddie thinks approvingly.

“When’s the last time you, uh…peed your pants,” Steve is asking Robin now, in response to her telling him in a Russian accent to interrogate her. 

Eddie curls over his knees, tilting his head to try to peer through the gap between the stalls and the floor to put an image to his eavesdropping. Might as well, he’s kind of stuck here and there’s really not much else he can do right now. He can see Steve’s legs, one bent and the other stretched out in front of him, and Robin in the stall past him laying on the floor with her legs up against the stall wall as she answers, “Today…” 

“What?” Steve questions.

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw!” Robin says. 

Okay…what? Russian doctors and bone saws? Eddie’s now thoroughly intrigued, if a little (okay, a lot) confused. Maybe they’re talking about a movie they watched or something.

Steve’s legs shake with his laughter. “Oh my god.” 

“It was just a little bit, though.” Robin pinches her fingers together as she twists her body in Steve’s direction while he laughs again and mutters that whatever it is they took is still in her system. She pushes her feet off the stall and slides to sit against the opposite wall. Eddie can only see her legs now. “Okay, my turn. Have you…ever been in love?” 

Steve answers that he has, with Nancy, and makes a sound mimicking an explosion. Eddie remembers that, remembers seeing Steve and Nancy being all touchy and cute in the hallways at school while he was trying his damndest to convince himself that he absolutely definitely did not wish he was in Nancy’s place. It didn’t work very well. And it’s not working very well now either as Steve starts to go on about some new girl he likes now instead - some girl who’s funny and smart and can crack secret Russian codes (okay, seriously, what is it with these two and Russians?) and oh shit, he’s talking about Robin. 

Eddie very suddenly feels like he should not be here listening to this, eavesdropping on Steve confessing his feelings for someone. Not only is that, like, a private and personal thing, but also what if Robin likes him back and they start kissing or something right here in this bathroom where Eddie has to sit here and listen to it and that would just be horrible for him for so many reasons and- Eddie’s getting ahead of himself. Robin hasn’t even said anything yet, and her knees are pulled up to her chest and her voice shakes when she confirms she’s still alive after Steve asks if she’s OD’d there in the silence and she uncurls with a deep sigh. All signs that she doesn’t actually like Steve back. 

Eddie watches as Steve shifts and slides under the stall into Robin’s, and catches sight of the nasty bruise marring nearly half of Steve’s otherwise beautiful face as he does so. Now concern has been added to the list of emotions this eavesdropping experience has rollercoastered him through so far. The bruise looks fairly fresh and Eddie can’t help but wonder what the hell gave Steve a black eye like that and if he’s okay. 

After a brief spiral of concern for Steve’s face, Eddie tunes back into reality to find himself staring at Steve’s ass as Steve now sits with his back against the stall wall opposite Robin. Eddie blinks, expands his tunnel vision to include Steve’s lower back and Robin’s legs which are also visible beneath the gap in the stalls. 

“It’s not because I had a crush on you,” Robin is saying. “It’s because…she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Mrs. Click?” Steve sounds confused.

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin clarifies. “I wanted her to look at me.”

Oh. Eddie should really not be listening to this. Robin is trying to come out to Steve, trying to share something deeply personal and vulnerable with him and only him, not knowing that she’s outing herself to an eavesdropping near-stranger as well. Eddie feels violating and intruding. He can’t imagine how he would feel if he found out someone he barely knew had been secretly listening in on him coming out - probably not great, probably terrified. This is something he shouldn’t know, not like this. 

“But Tammy Thompson’s a girl,” Steve says, his tone unreadable, and Eddie’s heart nearly stops, sure his own anticipatory anxiety is likely only just a fraction of what Robin must be feeling right now. 

“Steve…” 

“Yeah?” A pause. “Oh,” Steve’s voice goes soft. “Oh… Holy shit.” 

“Yeah,” Robin sighs. Eddie can see her hands nervously rubbing at her shins. “Holy shit.” 

Steve is silent for a few painfully long moments. Eddie’s hands curl nervously around his own shins. Is Steve going to be homophobic? Should Eddie be worried for Robin now? 

“Steve, did you OD over there?” Robin asks, trying to be light but Eddie can hear the anxiety in her voice. 

“No, I just, uh- just thinking,” Steve responds. 

“Okay…” Robin’s voice is barely audible. Eddie is holding his breath.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve says finally, “Tammy Thompson’s cute and all, but the only reason I never gave her the time of day was because I was too busy staring at Eddie Munson.” 

The aforementioned Eddie Munson releases the breath he’d been holding with an involuntary squeak and claps a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, neither of them heard him over the sound of Robin shouting. “What?! Eddie Munson?! You liked Eddie Munson?” she squawks, voicing Eddie’s own stunned thoughts perfectly.

“Yeah,” Steve confirms casually, completely unaware that he's throwing an eavesdropping Eddie into an absolute crisis right now. There's a soft thudding sound like Steve's hitting the back of his head against the stall wall. His voice gets kind of wistful, almost dreamy, as he says, “His rings, man. Rings and tattoos…and that long hair and those chains he'd wear… Honestly just his whole punk aesthetic thing had me mesmerized.” 

“Pretty sure he's metal, not punk,” Robin corrects him. 

Thanks, Robin. Also, what the fuck is happening right now? 

“Whatever. Still hot as hell,” Steve says. 

Eddie squeaks again and practically shoves his whole fist in his mouth to keep himself from making any more noise, his teeth knocking against his rings. The rings Steve likes, apparently. He feels like he's going to pass out, his heart beating so erratically it's making him lightheaded. King Steve - the popular, preppy, stupid, gorgeous, dumb jock Eddie's been crushing on since forever - just called him hot????  

“Did you hear that?” Robin asks suddenly, voice low and cautious. 

Shit. 

“Is anyone else in here?” Steve calls out. 

Fuck. 

Eddie bites down hard on his knuckles and holds his breath, going impossibly still. If they get up and search the bathroom, then he’s about to be caught red handed, crouched on top of a toilet seat with his fist in his mouth and his face flushed scarlet, eavesdropping on their private conversation about secret Russians and gay crushes. Eddie contemplates falling into the toilet and attempting to flush himself down it. Every god imaginable is receiving a silent prayer from him right now as he watches apprehensively through the gaps in the stall. One of those gods must've heard and taken pity on this poor gay disaster of a man crouched like a goblin in a bathroom stall, because after a few horrible seconds of silence, all Steve does is lean down to peer beneath the stalls for a moment before sitting back up and saying, “Looks empty. I think the drugs are making us hear things.” 

“Yeah, probably,” Robin says. Then she giggles, knocking her leg against Steve’s. “I still can’t believe you were into Eddie.” 

Steve flicks Robin’s knee. “I can’t believe you were into Tammy.”

“What’s wrong with Tammy?!” Robin protests.

“What’s wrong with Eddie?” Steve counters. “At least he’s actually got talent. Tammy’s a total dud - she wants to be a singer and shit but she can’t even hold a tune.” 

Eddie is going to die. He is actually going to die right here, right now, because Steve Harrington thinks he’s hot and talented. And then Steve starts mimicking Tammy, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart in a ridiculously goofy voice, and now Eddie is going to die because he finds that so stupidly endearing and adorable. Maybe he should just flush himself down the toilet, save himself from this hopelessly pathetic crush of his. Instead, he’s saved by the bathroom doors bursting open again and a new voice shouting at them, “Okay. What the hell?!” 

Steve and Robin collapse into a fit of giggles before being dragged to their feet by the newcomers and led out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie alone and reeling and struggling to process literally everything he’s just overheard. He finally hops down from his toilet perch and exits the stall like he’s in a daze. He’s not sure how long he had been camped out in there - probably only about ten minutes - but it felt like hours, so long that the world outside of that single bathroom stall almost feels foreign and unfamiliar now. 

Eddie grips the bathroom sink and stares at his flustered reflection in the mirror and whispers to himself, “What the actual fuck?” 

---

Later, years later, only after he and Steve are already dating, Eddie tells him all about this experience, and Steve laughs so hard he nearly cries.

(ao3 link)

[project-sekai-facts]

Some of the casual outfits used in Project SEKAI: The Movie are directly taken or slightly altered from outfits shown in the game. For Leo/need, Saki's outfit is taken from her band outfit shown in Ichika's untrained Star Peace Connection 4*. Shiho's is very loosely based on her outfit from her untrained Bonds and Grief 4*.

For MORE MORE JUMP!, Minori's is taken from MEIKO's untrained Use a Rabbit as Springboard?! 4*, Haruka's is taken from her untrained In the Face of "What I Love" 4*, Airi's is taken from her untrained That's So Unfair! 3*, and Shizuku's is her Journey to Bloom casual outfit.

For Vivid BAD SQUAD, An's is taken from her untrained We're About to Open! 3*, and Toya's is taken from Len's untrained My Dancing Shoes! 4*. Akito's is loosely based on his outfit from his untrained Unchanging Summer Festival 4*.

For WonderlandsxShowtime, Emu's is taken from Nene's untrained Celebrate with Fireworks 4*. Tsukasa's is loosely based on his outfit from his untrained A Persistent Game of Tag 4*, Nene's is loosely based on her outfit from Emu's untrained Our Eyes Are Sparkling☆ 4*, and Rui's is loosely based on his Journey to Bloom casual outfit.

For 25-ji, Nightcord de., Kanade's is her Journey to Bloom casual outfit, Mafuyu's is taken from her untrained Gentle Magic Words 4* (the top miscoloured yellow possibly due to misinterpretation of the lighting in the card), and Ena's is taken from Kanade's untrained The World Shown Through Music 3*. Mizuki's is loosely based on her Journey to Bloom casual outfit.

Ichika, Honami, and Kohane's outfits appear to be completely original.

[puppppppppy]

xīn yá ref update ^_^

[abitcaughtinthemiddle]

Just look at Penelope.

This poor woman, all in the span of one night, watched a heart-wrenching ballet about love, decided to accept a loveless marriage, had her dance interrupted in front of the entire ton by the man she has always been in love with, got rejected by the only suitor she had, got scolded by her mother for it, left the ball in tears, then had the man she loved chase down her carriage to confess his feelings, got fingered on their way home, proposed to, and now she has to go to Bridgerton house when Eloise is still mad at her ALL WHILE STILL KEEPING SECRET THAT SHE’S WHISTLEDOWN.

I’d be fucking overwhelmed too.

[chonkymoth]

My hare-brained theory is that Sean is going to die due to his heart issues, excessive drinking, etc but thanks to Laszlo now having a grasp on how to reanimate the dead...well, you get the idea

[lordgrimwing]

just saw a post saying Charles Edwards is 'too old' to play Celebrimbor. That is entirely wrong.

[a-caterpillars-world]

The Chariot and his entourage

[I] [II] [III] [IV] [V] [VI] [VII]

[poughkeepsies]

I keep seeing people say buck has never gotten a breakdown moment and every time I have to reply well what's all this then

[gayofthefae]

We don't envision season 5 right when we talk because what is that actually gonna be like? This isn't a romcom. Mike finds out about the painting but Will is like throwing up blood and slugs in the corner.

edit: to clarify I wasn't saying "no time for romance" I was saying "it's horror show with raises stakes and angst. Mike will have to figure out how to bring up this truth bomb he discovered when more important things are clearly going on and there aren't the most conversational opportunities". I mean MORE juice, not less.

[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [3/6] creatures -> kitsune

There are thirteen kinds of Kitsune: celestial, wild, ocean, thunder... But there is one, a dark Kitsune. They call it void, or Nogitsune.

[whenmemorydies]

Where we restitch scenes and dialogue to set up 1x01's meet-cute, or, why the usual gooey, mushy bullshit is not bailing us out this time.

Carmen: I felt like I could speak through the food [more than with words, that have been so hard to form, harder to utter, impossible to take back], like I could communicate through creativity.

Natalie: Carmen. It's Mikey [he's gone he's gone he's gone].

Carmen: Its a fennel allergy. Sub blood [of my blood, spilled on the State Street Bridge, dripping from my broken heart] orange.

Sydney: I bought a one-way ticket to New York, and I spent every single dollar I had, every last penny, just eating at every single place that I could think of. And one of those places was the best meal I ever had. [I was given the chef's bleeding heart on a plate] it was Carmy's [and it was everything].

Carmen: And that kind of confidence, like I was good at something that was so new and that was so exciting, and I just wanted [my brother, who raised me, who's gone, who's gone, who's gone] to know that, and fuck, I just wanted him to be like, "Good job."

Sydney: [But] I know who you are. [Before I ever laid eyes on you, I had your whole heart. I know who you are and what you're capable of and] I mean, you're the most excellent CDC at the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America. [And you are really, really, really good.]

Shout out to @outmakingmoonshine and their brilliant meta on this reblog thread for inspiring the title of this jigsaw puzzle of a post.