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alwaysmoncheri · 3 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary: in which best friends, y/n henderson and steve harrington get caught up in their feelings while paranormal activities occur in the small town of hawkins, indiana

cw: fem!reader, I wrote this a long time ago(I apologize for everything cringe), shit writing, first person pov, mentions of death, guns/knifes/weapons in general, mentions of blood/gore, hurt, comfort, angst, 4.1k

The lights start to flicker, as El searches for our missing friends. We all look around the gymnasium in confusion and worry.

"Barbra?" Eleven whispers, as her breathing begins to pick up, faster and faster.

Nancy and I glance at each other worriedly and lean forward over the pool, at the mention of our friend's name.

Eleven gasps before the lights shut off completely.

"What's going on?" Nancy asks, looking up at the lights confused.

"I don't know," Mike responds quietly beside his sister.

"Is Barb okay?" Nancy leans forward even more, trying to ask the girl, "Is she okay?"

"Gone! Gone! Gone!" El cries repeatedly as her body starts to squirm uncontrollably.

Nancy places her hand over her mouth, tears now flooding her eyes as Jonathan pulls her close in comfort. I grab her hand gently, squeezing lightly before letting go, my eyes too, filling with tears.

Barb is dead.

"It's okay, it's okay." Joyce whispers to the girl, "It's okay."

"Gone! Gone!" Eleven continues to cry before Joyce gently grabs her arm comfortingly.

"It's okay, it's okay," She repeats.

"Gone!"

I reach out, gently wrapping my arm around the girl's head, bringing it up to my chest. "Hey. It's okay," I whisper in El's ear, "It's okay, we're right here."

I glance at Joyce.

"We're right here, honey." She says to the panicked girl.

"It's okay, I got you." I repeat as Eleven continues to gasp, "Don't be afraid, I'm right here with you."

The intensity of Eleven's breathing seems to decrease slightly, and I release her, moving back to my spot next to Nancy. She and Jonathan look at me with concerned eyes, I send a reassuring smile back.

"It's okay, it's okay," Joyce repeats after I let go, "It's okay, you're safe. You're okay, honey."

Eleven's breathing finally evens out as she calms down from Joyce's comforting words in the pool before she speaks again.

"Castle Byers."

Joyce whips her head around to Jonathan who looks back with the same look in his eyes. The rest of us glance at each other too.

"Will?" Eleven whispers.

Joyce gasps.

"You tell him... tell him I'm coming." Joyce says desperately, "Mom is coming."

"Hurry." Will whispers weakly from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

We all turn our heads to stare at the radio with shocked expressions. Then switching our faces to a concerned look, we glance back at Joyce and Eleven in front of her as she desperately clings onto the girl.

"Okay. Listen, you tell him... to stay where he is," Joyce stutters panicked, "We're coming. We're coming. We're coming, honey." She adds.

"Will? Will!" We hear El cry through the radio, "Will!"

Joyce and Hopper grip Eleven's trembling hands firmly, trying to provide comfort to the gasping girl. Suddenly, she sits up in the bath, with a sharp breath, yanking off her goggles. All of us are taken aback by the sudden movement as we stare at her in shock.

"Oh! Oh, okay, okay." Joyce holds onto El's body as she breaths heavily, "I've got you."

Eleven starts crying in Joyce's loving arms.

"It's okay. I got you. I got you." Joyce repeats, "I got you, honey. You did so good." She adds reassuringly before kissing El's temple as she continues cry in her arms.

I make eye contact with El as she curls up into a ball. I gently reach out, grabbing her hand and rub reassuringly, telling her that it's going to be alright.

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Nancy and I sit together with our backs pressed against the cold, hard wall. I bring my knees up to my chest, while Nancy simply stares at the wall, lost in thought. A solemn look rests on both of our faces as we mourn the loss of one of our best friends.

Barb didn't deserve to die.

Jonathan eventually joins us, sitting himself down on the other side of Nancy. We all sit there in silence until Nancy speaks up.

"We have to go back to the station." She says simply, making Jonathan and I turn towards her.

"What?" Jonathan asks.

"Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait." Nancy stammers slightly, "That thing is still in there. And we can't just sit here and let it get them, too."

"We can't." She finishes.

Jonathan and I glance at each other before he sighs, "You still wanna try it out?" He asks.

"I wanna finish what we started." Nancy confirms, finally looking at the two of us, "I want to kill it."

Jonathan and I nod before I stand, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them up off the ground. I smirk slightly before speaking.

"Then, lets kill this son of a bitch."

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Nancy, Jonathan, and I successfully make it back to the Byer's house after going to the police station and collecting our supplies.

With our boxes and bags in hand, we make our way into the house. We set them down and immediately notice the lights that have been hung up on every square inch of the house. Nancy, Jonathan and I glance at each other before getting to work.

After screwing in all the singular light bulbs, I turn my attention to setting up the bear trap, making a mental note not to trigger it in the process. After spreading around the lighter fluid and leading it directly towards the trap, I grab my crowbar taking a few swings to make sure I'm ready to kill that bitch.

I make my way back over to Nancy and Jonathan, who grabs three knives from the kitchen drawer before walking back over to us and handing one to both Nancy and I.

"Remember." Jonathan says.

"Straight into Will's room. And—" Nancy repeats our plan.

"Don't step on the trap." I finish with my knife hovering over my hand.

"Wait for the yo-yo to move." Nancy continues.

"Then..." Jonathan flips his lighter on showing us the flame before putting it back in his pocket, "Alright. You guys ready?" He asks.

"Ready." Nancy and I nod at the same time.

"On three." Jonathan says as we bring our knifes up to our hands, "One... two..." Jonathan sees Nancy's distressed look before continuing.

"You guys don't have to do this—"

"Jonathan, stop talking." Nancy shakes her head at the boy.

"I'm just saying, you don't have to—"

"Three." I cut him off before slicing my hand while the other two teens follow quickly behind. I wince and shake my hand slightly at the pain of the cut, blood dripping from the gash. Clenching my fist to contain the flow of the blood, I stare at the cut on my hand. "Son of a bitch." I hiss before Jonathan gets some bandages to wrap our hands in.

We all sit on the couch, our hands wrapped in bandages, nursing our injuries. With a look of concern, Nancy gently wraps Jonathan's hand. The look on her face belies her love for him, and Jonathan smiles back with an equally caring look. I stare at the two hoping their bond only gets stronger.

Suddenly, there's a noise from outside, causing all of us to jump slightly.

"Did you hear that?" Nancy asks, looking at the front door and then glancing back at the two of us.

"It's just the wind." Jonathan replies, eyes locked on the door before he looks back at Nancy, "Don't worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes."

"Speak?" I ask, unsure how lights can possibly speak.

"Blink." Jonathan replies turning towards me, "Think of them as alarms."

There's a moment of silence as Nancy continues to do Jonathan's bandage.

"Is that too tight?" She asks finally.

"No, it's fine." Jonathan stammers slightly, "Thanks." He adds, staring at the girl.

"Nancy." Jonathan whispers.

"Yeah?" She replies and they stare at each other for a few more moments.

Suddenly, we all jump up at the loud sounds of banging on the door. We gasp and our heads instantly swivel towards the front door, our senses heightened as we wonder who has just arrived.

"Jonathan!?" I hear someone yell from the other side of the door. "Are you there, man? It's... it's Steve!"

The three of us glance at each other confused.

Why the hell is Steve here?

"Listen, I just wanna talk!" Steve continues banging on the door.

I immediately leap up from my spot next to Nancy and Jonathan and quickly head to the front door, unlocking it slowly and only opening it a little crack. As I do so, I'm met with Steve in front of me, his face still bloodied and bruised. He looks at me with desperate eyes, and I freeze in shock for a second before speaking again.

"Steve, listen to me." I say sternly.

"Hey, (Y/n), what—" Steve starts with a confused look on his face.

"You need to leave." I demand and the boy shakes his head slightly.

"I'm not trying to start anything, okay?" Steve replies sadly looking into my eyes.

"I don't care about that." I say quickly, even though I still care, very much, "You need to leave." I place my bandaged hand on his chest ushering him to go.

"No, no, no." Steve says desperately, grabbing my hand and placing it in his, "Listen, I-I-I messed up, okay?" He stammers slightly, "I messed up. I messed up. Okay?"

"Really. Please." I search his eyes for sincerity that I find clear as day, "I just want to make things right." He admits with a sigh.

"Okay? Please. Please..." He continues and my eyes soften as he begs me to let him in.

That's when he finally notices my hand in his.

"Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?" Steve asks softly, stroking my hand in his own.

"Nothing. It was an accident." I yank my hand out of his, placing it back to my side.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Steve asks sincerely concerned for my well-being.

"Nothing." I answer a little too quickly.

Rage fills Steve's eyes and he glances behind me. "Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?" He says referring the Jonathan as he attempts to push his way into the house.

"No." I reply, putting my hand on his chest again.

"(Y/n), let me in." Steve says pushing against me.

"No! No! No, Steve!" I can't hold him back and he stumbles into the house before freezing.

All three of us stare at him as he looks around the trap-filled home.

"What is... What the..." Steve finally spots Nancy standing next to Jonathan, "Nancy?"

"You need to get out of here." She says to him before Jonathan runs up to Steve attempting to push him back out the door.

"Whoa, what is all—"

"Listen to me. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, get out of here," Jonathan continues pushing Steve who just pushes back.

"What is that smell?" Steve says frantically, "Is that... is that gasoline?"

"Steve, get out." Nancy says firmly, pointing the gun straight at Steve's head.

"Wait. What?! What is going on?!" Steve yells, glancing at all three of us.

"You have five seconds to get out of here." Nancy says, cocking the gun.

"Okay, is this a joke?" Steve says glancing at me, holding my gaze, "(Y/n)..." He whispers towards me and I give in.

"Nance, put the gun down." I say gently, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm doing this for you." Nancy replies ignoring my request.

"Hold on, hold on." Steve repeats, before the lights above our heads start to flicker uncontrollably.

"Nancy." Jonathan and I whisper, glancing at one another.

"Wait. Is this a... What is this?" Steve continues to question as I grab my crowbar bringing it up to attack position.

"Whoa, (Y/n), what are you doing with that?" Steve asks as I stand next to his defenseless self.

"Protecting your sorry ass," I reply shortly.

"Nancy." Jonathan repeats trying to grab the girl's attention.

"Three. Two." Nancy begins to count down.

"No, no, no! No, no!" Steve yells putting his hands up.

"Nancy!" Jonathan yells again, finally able to grab the girl's attention, "Nancy! The lights."

"It's here." I say quietly as we all stare at the lights.

"Wait, what's here?" Steve asks.

"Where is it?" I ask spinning around with my crowbar in hand.

"Where is what?" Steve asks before having to duck under my crowbar, "Whoa, easy with that!"

Nancy, Jonathan, and I stand back to back as we slowly spin around in a circle, searching for the demogorgon.

"Where is it?" Nancy asks frantically.

"I don't know." Jonathan replies with the same tone.

"I don't see it." I say, glancing at Steve again.

"Where is what?!" Steve asks again, continuing to freak out, "Hello? Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going on—"

Before Steve can finish his sentence the monster starts breaking through the ceiling, causing debris to fall on us.

Nancy raises her gun and begins shooting at the creature as it falls through the ceiling.

"No!" Jonathan yells grabbing Nancy and pulling her towards Will's room, "Go! Go! Run! Go!"

"Get out of here!" Jonathan yells towards Steve.

I stupidly stand my ground.

With my crowbar raised and ready to swing, I see the Demogorgon advancing towards me, and before I can react and defend myself, Steve grabs my waist and pulls me back against his chest with unexpected force. He quickly reaches into my back jean pocket and pulls me into towards Will's room.

"Jump!" Jonathan yells back toward us.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Steve repeats placing me in front of him so that I'm further away from the creature.

He keeps his hands securely planted on my hips as we jump over the bear trap and yo-yo string before rushing into Will's room, slamming the door behind us. We all stand breathily heavily, our hearts beating rapidly as our adrenaline pumps through our veins.

"Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that?!" Steve yells again, frantically whipping his head around to each of us, "What the hell was that?!"

"Steve." I grab his face, making him look at me. "Shut up!" He shuts his mouth immediately, glancing at my lips. I scoff and push is face away from mine, still angry at him.

With my crowbar firmly in hand, I turn towards Nancy and Jonathan, standing behind them. We stay there, in Will's room, with our weapons raised and ready to strike. We wait, nervously, for our plan to work, but nothing seems to be happening. The silence is deafening and we're left to wonder if our plan has failed.

"Do you hear anything?" Nancy asks us as the lights flicker one last time.

"No." Jonathan and I reply as I lower my crowbar and Jonathan closes his lighter.

We are all careful and cautious as we slowly exit Will's room, before Steve takes my hand and gently walks out with me, staying by my side.

As we make our way through the hallway towards the living room, there's nothing but silence. We walk around confused, with our weapons raised. I feel Steve let go of my hand and I turn to see him running a hand through his hair.

"This is crazy..." Steve mutters to himself behind me, "This is actually crazy."

"This is crazy! This is crazy!" He continues, "This is crazy!" Steve rushes towards the phone on the wall, attempting to call the proper authorities. Nancy walks over to Steve and yanks the phone off the wall.

"What are you do—" Steve is cut off by Nancy smashing the phone, preventing the boy from using it, "What are you doing? Are you insane?"

"It's going to come back! So you need to leave!" Nancy yells in Steve's face, "Right now." She demands.

Steve turns towards me and I give him a little nod, confirming that he needs to get out of here. He rummages through his jean pockets for his car keys as be rushes out the front door.

As soon as Steve leaves the lights start flicking again, and I raise my crowbar once more.

"Where is it?" Nancy asks as we continue to spin around while the lights flash causing my vision to go hazy.

"Come on." Jonathan whispers, "You see it?" He asks us.

"No." Nancy replies whimpering slightly.

"Where are you... Come on you son of a bitch." I whisper before the lights shut off completely.

I hear a low growl approaching from behind Jonathan and turn to the origin of the sound, only to come face-to-face with the monster. It's standing there, creeping towards Jonathan while he remains unaware of its presence.

"Jonathan!" Nancy yells, warning the boy before the monster launches at him.

"Holy shit! Jonathan!" I yell as Jonathan drops his weapon, leaving him struggling as the creature crawls on top of him.

Nancy cocks her gun before desperately trying to shoot the creature who's laying on top of Jonathan. It's drool dripping down the boy's face.

"Go to hell you son of a bitch!!" I shout before using all my strength to swing my crowbar at the creature. My crowbar somehow gets stuck in the monster's slimy body, which causes me to stumble backwards in surprise. Leaving me defenseless, I watch in horror as the Demogorgon slowly and deliberately approaches, my eyes locked on its every move as it draws closer to me.

Suddenly, Steve appears out of nowhere, with the bat that Jonathan previously made. It's shiny nails catching the flickering light as he swings towards the monster who's stalking towards me. With a loud thwack and a grunt from Steve, the bat connects with the monster's face, leaving it slightly stunned.

He came back.

"Steve!" I shout worriedly attempting to reach towards him as he continues whacking the creature.

Steve effortlessly spins the bat around his hand a few times before brutally hitting the monster again, sending it stumbling back into the bear trap.

"He's in the trap!" Steve yells, noticing the yo-yo string release, "He's stuck!"

"Jonathan, now!" I yell at the boy with the lighter.

We stand together at the end of the hallway, watching as Jonathan flicks his lighter open, sending the monster up in flames. Its body writhing in pain, the creature's shrieks getting louder and louder while the flames consume it. I feel Steve grab my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as his bruised fingers lace with mine.

I glance at Steve and catch his eye, feeling a flutter in my stomach and warmth in my heart. I notice Nancy send me a pointed look with causes my cheeks to flush.

He's so infatuated by you and you don't even notice.

I quickly let go of Steve's hand, turning back to the monster with guilt and confusion in my heart. Steve's eyebrows are slightly furrowed, his own expression now filled with confusion as he comprehends my actions and glances back to the creature. I try to ignore the awkwardness of the moment and to focus on the screeching Demogorgon in front of us.

"Get back!" Jonathan yells to us as he grabs the fire extinguisher and puts the fire out in front of us. Not wanting to burn his whole house down.

We all cough as the dust fills the space, our eyes watering before the hallway begins to clear. We start to make our way slowly and carefully down the hallway, our senses heightened as we search for any sign of the monster. However, to our surprise, the creature is gone.

"Where did it go?" I ask, my breathing heavy as I turn towards each of my friends.

"No. It has to be dead." Jonathan pants, "It has to be."

But there's nothing there.

Out of nowhere, the lights above our heads seem to flicker on. Leading us somewhere.

We hesitatingly follow them through the house before Jonathan speaks.

"Mom." He whispers, "Is that you?"

"Mom?"

We follow the flickering lights outside, the street light being our next stop. I stand on the porch between Jonathan and Steve, who is still carrying around the nailed bat for protection.

"Where is it going?" Nancy asks softly.

"I don't think that's the monster." I say just as softly as the three of them glance at me. Jonathan then speaks.

"That's my mom."

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We all make it back to the school, where police cars are waiting. Apparently a whole thing with the kids and Eleven went down while we were gone.

When I see Dustin I immediately rush over to him, engulfing him in a giant hug. I stroke his curly hair as I silently cry.

"Hey, I'm okay." Dustin says, trying to comfort me.

After I let go of my brother, he trails behind me, as I search for the others. As I notice everyone being held and comforted by their families, I start to feel like something, someone is missing. The sudden realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I turn to my brother, with panic and grief washing over me.

"Dust, where's El?" I ask, my voice shaking and I already know what might have happened.

"She's... She's gone." My brother whispers, sitting down on the back of the ambulance before grabbing my hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

I instantly let out a broken sob, the tears flowing down my cheeks like a river of grief. My hand shakily reach for them, trying to wipe the tears away, but the relentless stream seems unstoppable. I can't bring myself to sit down, and my knees go weak in agony as I try to process.

Eleven is gone.

Steve approaches me silently with his hands shoved in his pockets, his loving eyes filled with sympathy as they watch me cry. Without a word, he softly reaches out his arms, offering me a hug. Without a second thought, I give in, letting my previous anger fade away as I cling tightly to his back, seeking his comfort and protection. My brother watches with sadness, but all of my attention is focused on Steve as I bury my face in his chest and cry. His strong arms comfort me, holding me closely as I continue to sob, his touch soothing my trembling body.

I slowly pull away from his embrace, silently watching as his gaze rests upon me with sadness. Steve gently brings his hand up towards my cheek, hesitating caressing it with care. I find myself leaning towards his touch, a small smile playing on my lips as our eyes lock. Steve eventually brings his hand back down to his side, leaving my cheek feeling cold without his warmth.

"Do you guys need a ride?" Steve finally speaks, glancing between Dustin and I.

I just nod my head.

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The car ride home is silent except for the tapping of Steve's fingers on the steering wheel. I stare out the passenger side window, watching the street lights as we drive by.

Steve pulls into my driveway, putting the car in park, before turning his gaze towards me. Immediately, Dustin hops out of the car, disappearing inside the house. I watch from outside as the lights come on and the silhouettes of my mother and brother come into view, locked in a sweet embrace. I heart fills with a mixture of hope, sadness, and pain as I watch.

"Hey (Y/n), you okay?" Steve asks, grabbing my hand from across the center console.

"Yeah, Steve. I think so." I say glancing at the boy, smiling slightly, and this time I actually mean it.

Steve gently releases my hand, his eyes locked with mine as he gives me a small, loving smile and a nod. I exit his car, looking back at him one last time, sending him a little wave before entering my house, closing the door behind me.

I enter only to be greeted with my sweet mother, who embraces me tightly in a warm and compassionate hug, while apologizing profusely for not being at the school to pick us up. Despite her guilt and sorrow, I reassure her that I'm fine, trying my best to put her at ease and hold myself together. Once I make my escape to my room, I sit down on my bed, trying to process everything that had happened in these past few days. The terror, the hurt, the sadness, the confusion that has been so overwhelming. I finally come to three conclusions.

We found Will.

We lost Eleven.

It’s all over.

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olympic-paris · 7 days

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …

September 13

c.1350 BC – Pharoah Akhenaten, husband of Queen Nefertiti, may also have had a male lover - his younger general, Smenkhare, who later became pharoah himself.

After the discovery in 1922 of the tomb of Tutankhamen (a child of unknown relationship to Akhenaten), Percy Newberry noted that objects had been taken from Smenkhkare's burial chamber to increase the treasure in Tutankhamen's tomb; and among these was a box inscribed on its knobs with "Smenkhkare beloved of Akhenaten" and "Akhenaten beloved of Smenkhkare."

Newberry in his article (1928) also drew attention to a small private stele (upright stone slab) in the Berlin Museum, originally made for a military officer, which showed two kings (identified by their crowns, one the double crown of Upper and Lower Egypt and the other a war crown), nude and sitting side by side. Although the piece is unfinished, with its cartouches blank (ovals which usually contained names), the figures seemed easily identified as Akhenaten and Smenkhkare, the former caressing the youth's chin while Smenkhkare rests his arm around the older king's shoulder.

Two other pieces then also came to mind, a relief of a similar youth pouring wine into Akhenaten's cup (Berlin Museum) and a sculptor's trial piece of Akhenaten kissing a child seated on his lap (Egyptian Museum, Cairo) - and some scholars pondered whether these pairs might also include Smenkhkare. (Actually the former conveys no sexual meaning, and the child in the latter seems very young.)

Subsequently, Egyptologists battled over Akhenaten's sexual biology and orientation. For example, Donald Redford, a Canadian archaeologist, wrote (1984) that he personally disliked "this effete monarch, who could never hunt or do battle," while Cyril Aldred, Keeper of Art and Archaeology at the Royal Scottish Museum in Edinburgh, saw (1968) "homosexual relations between the elder and the younger monarch" pictured on the Berlin stele, taking into account also the same-sex "beloved" titles, and the disappearance of Nefertiti's name from all records near the end of Akhenaten's reign.

c.570 BC – Anacreon, born in Teos, Ionia was one of the nine Lyric Poets of the golden age of Greek poetry. And being the good and manly Greek he was, Anacreon's poems and odes were largely about the beautiful boys he loved or longed for or held in his arms as he cooed lyrical poetry to them. He kisses and tells; he names names: Smerdis, Leukapsis, Smialus, Eurylus and Bathylus, are among the youths he sings to. From his erotic verse there survive striking images of his beloved young men: the peaceful character of Megistes, the eyes of Cleobulus, the blond locks of the Thracian Smerdis.

Anacreon's poetic sentiments and style were widely imitated by Hellenistic and Byzantine Greek writers, though they tended to exaggerate the strain of drunken eroticism and frivolity present in his work.

The structure of his poesy was so popular in its own time that others imitated the eponymously named "Anacreontics." Anacreon was rediscovered by English poets int he 19th century and they swooned for him like a well-oiled boy in the gymnasium. The vogue for Anacreontics in English culminated in the popular song "To Anacreon in Heaven." In 1814, Francis Scott Key wrote "The Star Spangled Banner" on this day, based on the then popular "To Anacreon in Heaven."

1928 – Robert Indiana, best known as the creator of the LOVE series of paintings and sculptures, is an openly gay American artist who has incorporated autobiographical and gay themes within his work.

Indiana was born on September 13, 1928. Oil company manager Earl Clark and homemaker Carmen Watters of New Castle, Indiana, adopted the infant as their only child. Clark attended local schools before studying Russian at Syracuse University. He served in the U.S. Army Air Corps from 1946 to 1949 and then entered the Art Institute of Chicago with the assistance of the GI Bill. He won a scholarship to the University of Edinburgh. He earned an M.F.A. there in 1954 and moved to New York City. Clark rented a loft in an old warehouse on the southernmost tip of Manhattan that became an artistic center because of its cheap rents. There he became part of a group of young artists including Agnes Martin, Lenore Tawney, Jack Youngerman, and Ellsworth Kelly. For a time, he and Kelly were lovers.

Clark changed his surname to Indiana in 1958 to reflect better the American focus of his work. He first attracted notice in 1959 with unpainted assemblages, stenciled with short words and constructed from scavenged wood, pieces of iron, and wheels. Indiana is part of the pop art movement, though he deprecatingly refers to himself as a "sign painter." Like other pop artists he invests commonplace objects and familiar images with new meaning. However, his works occasionally deviate from the pop art norm by evincing intense personal and political engagement. They express concern over social issues and make pointed political statements.

His painting Yield Brother (1962), for example, focuses on the peace movement while his Confederacy series (1965-66), created during the Civil Rights movement, attacks racism in four southern states.

In addition, Indiana tends to be more autobiographical than other pop artists. For example, his EAT/DIE (1962) diptych focuses on the last word, "eat," spoken to him by his mother on her deathbed. The painting also evokes the diner his mother managed, which had the familiar "EAT" sign looming overhead. Indiana also collaborated with gay pop artist Andy Warhol on the 1962 short film Eat.

Indiana has also been influenced by the great American queer writers Walt Whitman, Herman Melville, and Hart Crane. His Melville Tryptich (1961) is considered one of his classic images, and several paintings have been inspired by Crane's poem of longing and gay affiliation, "The Bridge."

In 1964, Indiana received a commission from the Museum of Modern Art for a Christmas card design. He created a picture that emphasized the words Love is God (1964). Typical of pop artists, Indiana serialized the image. In 1966, he exhibited a series of "love" paintings, including a definitive version featuring four red block letters completely filling the canvas against a blue and green background. Each letter fills a quarter of the picture, the L and a tilted O in the top quadrants, the V and E in the bottom quadrants. The LOVE image had an immediate impact, especially among the youth culture of the 1960s. As a painting, graphic design, and a sculpture, it has become one of the most pervasive and widely disseminated images of all time.

In 1973, the U.S. Postal Service commissioned Indiana to do a LOVE postage stamp. The resulting product became the most popular stamp ever issued by the U.S. government.

In 1978, Indiana moved to Vinalhaven, Maine. Working with Vinalhaven Press, he has used the traditional printmaking media of etching and lithography to depict the solitude and isolation of his life in rural Maine. Indiana's more recent works include biographical elements of gay lives, including his own. Indiana continues to accept commissions.

1952 – Randy Jones, born in Raleigh, North Carolina, is an American disco and pop singer and best known as the cowboy from Village People.

He attended Enloe High School in Raleigh, North Carolina and graduated in 1970. While there, he was a founder of Enloe's Drama Club, which was then called "Amicus Scaena"; Latin for "friend of scene" or "friend of theatre". He then studied at North Carolina School of the Arts before moving to New York.

Jones had a marriage ceremony with his boyfriend of 20 years, Will Grega, at a New York club on May 7, 2004. Although the marriage is not legally binding, as gay marriage was still illegal in New York state, Jones commented that: "It's only a matter of time before the courts rule in favor of what's morally right and humanly decent." The pair published a book together in 1996, titled Out Sounds: The Gay and Lesbian Music Alternative.

He released in 2007 a disco and pop solo album Ticket to the World. In 2009, he appeared on Flight of the Conchords in their music video for "Too Many Dicks".

1994 – Layton Williams is an English stage actor, best known as one of the boys who played the title role in Billy Elliot the Musical at the Victoria Palace Theatre in London's West End, and as the character Kylie in the BBC TV series Beautiful People 2008 and 2009. From late 2016, he began playing Angel in the 20th anniversary tour of Rent around the UK. The production, particularly himself, received rave reviews.

After several months of training at the Billy Elliot Academy in Leeds, Williams debuted in Billy Elliot the Musical on 26 February 2007. His training was documented on The Paul O'Grady Show in which he appeared in on 25 May 2007 and then in several morning TV shows, TV interviews, and short clips related to the musical. He is the second non-Caucasian boy, the other being Matthew Koon, and the first mixed race youth to star in the show. He gave his finale performance in the musical on 29 November 2008; Williams is still the second-longest running performer as 'Billy' in the show's history. On 31 January 2009, 2 months after his final performance, Layton appeared on the programme Feelgood Factor on ITV, where he and two other 'Billy' actors, Tanner Pflueger and Tom Holland, performed a specially choreographed version of Angry Dance from Billy Elliot the Musical.

Williams has studied street dance and drama at Carol Godby's Theatre workshop in Bury, Greater Manchester. He also studied ballet at Centre Pointe, Manchester. Williams was awarded a scholarship to Sylvia Young Theatre School in Marylebone, London and stayed there until 2008. He attended Broad Oak High School in Bury, his home town, but now attends the Italia Conti Academy of Theatre Arts. During his time at the Italia Conti Academy of Theatre Arts Williams was featured in a children's documentary 'School for Stars' which was broadcast on the children's television channel CBBC.

He was offered the part as young Michael Jackson in the West End Musical Thriller Live where he did a few performances before he outgrew the role. Williams became well known to a TV audience as the character Kylie – acting, dancing, and singing – in the 2008 and 2009 BBC Two comedy Beautiful People, series 1 and 2. Since 2012 he has played Stephen Carmichael in the BBC Comedy Bad Education.

Following that he performed the part of Duane in Hairspray the Musical 2015 - 2016 tour. He has just announced that will will also be in the new 20th anniversary cast of Rent which begins touring in October 2016. Layton is a strong supporter of the charities Stonewall and Ditch the Label.

Williams is openly gay. His grandparents are from Jamaica, but his father was born in the UK.

#lgtb history #gay history #queer history

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eupheme · 2 years

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(A short ‘roomate!joel miller’ thought that has been rattling around in my brain)

You couldn't wait to get out of here. Out of the renovated gymnasium-turned-shelter. The cots pushed so close together that you could barely breathe.

It was always like this, the crowds of people coming in waves. Ushered to the one of the few set up around the QZ, taking up every last inch of space.

There were only a few ways out. Many of them you didn't want to think about - like the pit in the middle of the city that was always smoldering.

But, if you were really lucky - you might get picked for housing. Which is where you were now, fingers and toes crossed. Ration cards in your hands as you watched the few apartments you could afford dwindle down. A lottery system, feeling just as hopeless as the ones before, in a different world.

Soon, it was down to one. Just a small, shabby thing. A small group of people around you - but somehow, you hear your own name being called.

A sharp, rough curse soon following, muttered behind you. You turn towards the voice, and then freeze. Because you know it.

Joel Miller.

A lot of people in the QZ knew him. The people he ran with, even though they had not been in Boston long.

"Split it with me." You murmur, low enough that only he can hear. Not sure why you say it. Maybe because he helped you - though you're sure he doesn't remember it. Maybe because you feel bad for him.

Either way, it's too late to take it back now.

"Don't need your charity." He grits, a tick to his jaw. Pissed - and you get it.

"I know what it's like." You press, your voice hushed, "Anything is better than staying here."

Knowing the worry that your things will be stolen, during the day, or while you sleep. That you cot will be taken, that you'll end up on the splintered floor again. After months spent sleeping next to a hundred strangers, an acquaintance would be nothing.

Yes, the apartment was small - a one-bedroom. But it was a castle compared to this. And after all this time, you still weren't heartless.

He scoffs, barely audible - and then goes silent for a long time. Thinking it through, as you pretend to count the rations, the paper crinkling in your hands.

Your voice is called again.

Giving him one final glance as you turn, muttering a low, "Take it, or leave it."

He scowls.

He takes it.

#and there was ONLY ONE BED!#but she doesn’t take his rations so he brings her things instead like blankets or fixes things #and sometimes Tommy crashes on their couch #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine

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eeveearoace · 5 months

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i had a dream that i went to the second dashcon (taking place 10 years after the first. so this year) and it was. absolutely terrible. and i was thrilled. i went with my mom, brother, and best friend/ roommate, but my dad was there for a moment? but had to go home.

i was in what looked like a school gymnasium. instead of a ball pit, there was this absolute terrible bouncy-castle platform thing. it looked super worn and not at all trustworthy, but i had to try it. after i bounced for a little while, i got to keep one of those "bottle caps" from a whipped cream bottle as a prize? souvenir? girlie i don't know

we were going to go to this trivia thing. that was about how well you knew your grandmother. but my dad had to go home, so he was like "bye". i think he was also judging me for wanting to go to dashcon. which, like. fair.

there was this checkout machine thing, but there was an error, and my mom couldn't finish her transaction. so we called for a staff member, but the line behind us was getting pretty angry. we eventually fixed it, tho

but then, we lost power. and here's the thing about dashcon 2.0's location - the convention was being held in a supermarket. so after the power went out, we were all just like "welp, everything in here is free now, since there's no power, so it would all just go bad" so we went around and just started eating whatever looked tasty. i remember eating a chocolate-covered pretzel (yes, something that wouldn't have gone bad when the power went out. idk my dude)

i considered posting on tumblr. to see if any of my mutuals were here. but i was like "what if that's too personal of information :( and people figure out who i am irl :((((("

#kaivee rambles #dreams

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theeccentricraven · 6 months

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World Building in Five

Thank you for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks

I’ve looked forward to doing this for The Blood Cleaners ever since I saw it.

Rules: post 3-5 pictures that capture a setting in your world and tell us about it!

Source 1: Thumbnail of Dark Dystopia video

Source 2: Still image from Earth’s Last Echoes video

Source 3: Photo of Quarry by Claude Meyers on Pinterest

Source 4: artstation.com

Source 5: Thumbnail of Selcuk Celebi Ambient & Music video

The Blood Cleaners takes place hundreds of years into the future (no specified year). The setting is a city called Corpa, located in post-apocalyptic Arizona. Corpa is not the ruins of a real life city. It is a city that was formed after the great nuclear war (which they call The Last War).

There are nine sections of Corpa. There’s the Steel Castle, often called the Steel, a fortress that looks like a cluster of skyscrapers fused together. It’s hard for me to find or create an image that portrays what the Steel is supposed to look like. I found a great image from a still in a YouTube video by Earth’s Last Echoes that conveys what I had in mind. I also use the image from Artstation to show the aesthetic of the city in the middle of the desert, though Corpa is not in ruins. The Steel is the home of the Fists, the ruling class of Corpa.

The underground section is a series of tunnels that are built to be like a bunker. The underground consists of many storage rooms, closets, homes, labs, classrooms, medical bays, cafeterias, shops, offices, gymnasiums, and a boiler room. I use a thumbnail from a video by Selcuk Celebi Ambient & Music to portray what a home in the tunnels would look like. The tunnels mostly house the poorest residents of Corpa. Even tunnel workers with well-off occupations like teachers and doctors are less prosperous than their surface counterparts. One cool feature of the tunnels are the vaculators, big holes where garbage is dumped and transported through ducts to the incinerator. People who live in the tunnels are called Tunnelers.

The surface section consists of the city above ground, the urban and suburban areas surrounding the Steel. The urban area includes a section of administrative buildings where the Fists carry out their government jobs. The surface is made up of many hospitals, shops, restaurants, houses, schools, research labs, parks, office buildings, and plazas. People who live on the surface are called Surfacers, including those who don’t live in the urban or suburban sections, but do live in the farmland, lumber farm, industrial district, energy district, quarry, or mine.

The farmland is the spacious section of land used for agriculture purposes. They grow the crops and raise the livestock that feeds most of the city.

The lumber farm is a lumber mill in the midst of a forest grown for the purpose of providing lumber for the city.

The industrial district is made up of many factories used for making anything and everything used in the daily lives of Corpa’s residents. I portray the factory district using a thumbnail from the YouTube channel Dark Dystopia. It portrays the overall mood of the setting.

Past the factory district are the rocky areas where quarries and mines can be found. I chose to include an image of a quarry because this location is especially important to the plot. The quarry workers live under especially harsh conditions.

The city is surrounded by the energy district, which consists of solar panels and wind turbines that provide electricity.

Corpa covers a fifty mile radius, which is 2500 square miles. There are some other interesting aspects of Corpa that I’m going to have to keep secret because they would be plot spoilers. The residents of Corpa have been fed misinformation about the city’s founding and purpose by their corrupt, totalitarian government. The plot involves MC Justin uncovering the secrets of the city.

Tagging: @buffythevampirelover @tryingtowritestuff24 @selenekallanwriter @constellationandcompendium @gottestod-writes @willtheweaver @poethill @primroseprime2019

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chaberkowepole · 1 year

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I was in Warszawa stare miasto (Old Town) yesterday

And maybe it's all those stories, songs and poems that I have been infused with since childhood but damn. I never expected to be hit like that. By a city I have never seen.

Its beauty took my breath away. I hadn't expected it to be so pretty. And at the same time, every step was accompanied by immense grief.

They say pre-war Warsaw was as pretty as Vienna. If you've ever been to Vienna, you know what I'm talking about.

I was constantly wondering, which building is new and which one has survived the bombing. I have never felt the density of sheer history in the air as much as on nowy świat, krakowskie przedmieście and close to the castle. Not even in Rome, which obviously is objectively older and thus fuller with history. But this felt closer to... Home.

Those streets, they look very much like any other European Old Town, they're bustling with life and there's cafés and restaurants on every step.

And yet. After every few steps. There's a sign. Again. And again. And again. The Nazis killed people here. They lined them up and shot them here. And here. And here. And here too. And here.

[Image ID: Memorial Tablet commemorating Germans shooting 30 Poles, some of them randomly, on the street. There are flowers and znicze underneath. End ID]

[Image ID: Two Memorial Tablets, one commemorating Russian Crimes during 19th century partitions in which they destroyed Chopin memorabilia, along with his piano, the other commemorating Gymnasium teachers (secondary education) who continued teaching during WW2 German occupation. End ID]

[Memorial Tablet and flowers in Polish white-red colours, commemorating the wounded people from the Warsaw uprising that got treated in an insurgent hospital. German occupants seized it, shot some of the wounded and poured gasoline over others and burned them alive. End ID.]

And the castle, the king's castle that we raised from ruins. That Germans destroyed entirely. Like they bombed down the entire city. To not leave us anything. Because they wanted to erase our history and subjugate our people.

[Image ID: on the left, picture of the ruined castle 1944. Only rubble is left. On the right, the rebuilt castle. It is red in colour. End ID]

And rage, and grief I didn't know I still had carried shot up in me and I understood now why our resistance were shedding blood for those streets. I could almost feel the bullets flying in the air, like a weird time-echo I faintly picked up on through the layers of the years.

I think the right all too often co-opts this anger, this grief, and twists it to suit their purposes. But this is not a good reason to bury it, either. Buried anger like this breeds resentment. So for the first time, I let myself feel it and I wanted to do things to the Nazis and everyone who collaborated with them that I will not write down here.

But we shouldn't stop here. Instead, we could channel it to something productive. The same thing is happening to our Ukrainian neighbours, right now. How much their hearts must bleed when they see the streets of Kijv destroyed. Or any other Ukrainian city dear to them. It's their work, their efforts, their culture, their history. Their home.

So support Ukraine right now. Support Ukrainian refugees. Support All refugees that are escaping bombardements of their homes. Combat the ideology that leads to this destruction. In your own town, in our country. Support Polish Jewish people, Polish Trans people, Polish Lgbtqia+ people, Polish Disabled people, Polish Muslims. Elections are coming up, vote those right wing bastards out of this beautiful city, that we rebuilt again through sheer willpower.

[Image ID: on the left, the destroyed market square from 1945. There's rubbel lying everywhere, a group of people are standing in front. On the right, the same market square, today, rebuilt. Each house is very colourful and the walls are painted & decorated. A statue of the mermaid, Warsaw's emblem, is standing in the centre. Her arm is raised, holding a sword. Her other hand holds a shield. End ID.]

#polskie rzeczy #warszawa #Warsaw #Polska #Poland #polish history #Long post

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lilasbutterflygarden · 11 months

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Lila the vampire part 5

School

Marinette is sitting next to Cerise.

Marinette: “What are you doing here?”

Cerise(smirk): “I’m going to school silly. Why else would I be here?”

Marinette(annoyed): “Really?”

Lila(evil smile): “I’ve been asleep for a really long time. If I’m going to live in this modern world I’ll need to learn about it.”

Miss Bustier: “Ok class it’s time for gym class.”

Cerise raises her hand.

Cerise(sad look on her face): “Miss Bustier I can’t do gym class due to my sun allergy.”

Miss Bustier: “Don’t worry Cerise. I’ve already talked to the principal, and we have covered up all of the windows in the school gymnasium.”

Cerise starts to raise her hand again.

Cerise: “Oww!”

Miss Bustier(worried): “What’s wrong?”

Cerise: “It’s nothing really. It’s just my carpal tunnel acting up again.”

Miss Bustier: “I’m sorry! I didn’t know.”

Cerise: “May I be allowed to just sit on the sidelines, and watch the game?”

Miss Bustier: “Yes that will be fine.”

Marinette: “Give me a break! She’s clearly faking having carpal tunnel.”

Cerise(“crying”): “How could you say that!”

Miss Bustier: “Marinette apologize to her!”

Marinette(sighs, and puts on a fake smile): “I’m sorry.”

Cerise(fake crying): “I’m the one who should be apologizing. My special needs are inconveniencing everyone.”

Alya, and the rest of Marinette’s classmates walk up to them.

Alya: “You have nothing to feel sorry for Cerise. We all understand your disability, and we accept you for who you are.”

Cerise(smiles): “Oh thank you so much! It means the world to me to have such kind hearted classmates! Please continue with your class as you normally would. I don’t mind watching.”

Alya: “Ok. As long as you don’t feel left out.”

Alya turns to look at Marinette.

Alya: “Adrien couldn’t make it today.”

Marinette gets sad.

The class starts to play basketball while Cerise watches from the sidelines. Cerise unzips her big puffy hooded coat. Soon all of the boys, and some of the girls(including Marinette)start checking her out. They can’t seem to keep their eyes off of Cerise in her black belly top.

After the game ends, Cerise puts her coat, and pulls her hood back up.

After school Cerise approaches Marinette.

Cerise: “Here you dropped this.”

Cerise holds up Marinette’s cell phone.

Marinette(looking at Cerise suspiciously): “Thanks.”

Cerise: “Don’t mention it.”

Marinette starts walking home. Cerise follows her.

Marinette: “I know you’re following me Lila. Also how did you change your look?”

Lila: “I can shape shift. Can I come over to your house?”

Marinette: “Why would you want to do that?”

Lila: “So that we can be study buddies.”

Marinette: “What’s the real reason?”

Lila: “I need a place to stay.”

Marinette: “What about your castle?”

Lila: “It would look weird if I told people that I live in an abandoned building. Plus I have no money to buy an apartment.”

Marinette: “I’m not so sure that living with me, and my parents is such a good idea.”

Lila: “I’ll help you win Adrien’s heart if you help me.”

Marinette(sighs): “Fine. I’ll talk to my parents, and see if they’re ok with the whole idea.”

Lila hugs Marinette.

Lila: “Thank you! I promise that you won’t regret this!”

Marinette(thinking): ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

#marinette dupen chang #lila rossi #cerise #lila rossi/cerise #lilanette #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #vampire #vampire girl

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floccesyfluff-fest · 6 months

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The main event, the wool market, starts in the gymnasium of the Floccesy school, spilling out into the halls and even behind the building. Vendors from all over have come to sell their textile wares or handicraft goods. There is a constant flow of people coming in, with patrons stopping to shop or watch craftsmen work at their booths.

Gymnasium Vendors:

The main area for textile vendors. They have sections roped off for various displays to educate potential customers about the processes involved with their wares.

Fleece Dyer: They have set up a stand with their dye pots to show the process. While the rovings used in the display are not for sale, they have a rainbow of pre-dyed rovings to purchase.

Plush vendor: A vendor who has crocheted a whole pokedex has them on display in national dex order and quite a few shiny variants.

Fluff Station: Various tables of freshly cleaned fluff from Pokemon. The fluff rolls are arranged by the typings of Pokemon it came from. Staff are at each table to explain how the fluff is gathered and what are various uses for it.

Spinning: The station with the most action. The worker is using a machine to spin fluff into yarn. Their daughter is using yarn to make kumihimo braids when she is not manning the cash register. The braids she does finish are being sold as “friendship bracelets”. If people ask, the girl can show them how to make twist braids for quick custom bracelets.

Hallway Vendors:

These vendors have various handicraft goods. As the halls are more cramped than the gymnasium, the vendors have smaller stands and are not able to make custom goods on the spot. Some are willing to make custom orders that would be mailed.

Painter: A local artist has set up their table of paintings and advertisements for their studio. Browsing their works, you see that they have been all over Unova, getting paintings of the Relic Castle, the Pokemon League, and Skyarrow Bridge. They have framed paintings, full size prints, and miniature canvases on sale.

Stained Glass: A glass artisan has various sun catchers of various designs hanging on the wall. They have a form for making custom pieces, with price ranges for various sizes and complexities.

Pokeball Painter: A custom Pokeball painter. There are balls for sale with designs according to types, some painted to look like Pokemon, and others are painted to mimic other pokeballs. There are a couple that look like the masterball. Despite the lack of space, the artist has their station set up to paint simple designs on Pokeballs on the spot.

Custom jewelry: Different racks of jewelry section off the space this seller occupies, all crowded with different charms, pendants, and earrings. The majority of the charms that make the jewelry have Unovan sports team logos or semi-precious stones. The children’s racks have plastic cartoon characters on them.

Face painter: The most popular booth for kids! Two painters are set up with their kits and a book of designs to pick from. Many kids are just hopping up onto the provided stools and asking for something without looking.

Outside:

The area in the back is noisy, with a roped off path that leads the crowd around a petting zoo.

Duck Slide: recently hatched duckletts are hopping down a slide! They waddle back up on ramps on both sides of the slide. There’s a quaxly mixed in with them for some reason.

Skiddo feeding station: For a small fee, visitors can buy a handful of feed for skiddo. The grass types are raised by local children to be shown in the summer fairs later.

Wooloo pen: A pen of freshly shaved wooloo. These Pokemon will headbutt the fencing to try to get pets from visitors.

Yamper run: Yampers are chasing a Boltund who is teaching them how to herd. The smaller yampers will run to the fencing to beg for treats or pets.

Buneary Den: Several buneary are let out to hop around freely. A farmhand is nearby to help show off the tricks the buneary learned! They even have treats for people to feed the pokemon.

Wool Market Starters here!

#floccesyfest2024 #dash event #Wool Market

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threecirclingbuzzards · 9 months

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Had this dream AGES ago and idk if I have comprehensive notes about it but I finally made the meme I saw within it.

First things first, context. It was really nonsensical, but here we go: I was hanging around the main street of an older looking city with some friends, it looked kind of like this one from my cursory image search:

So we were wandering around looking at things we could do, checked what movies were playing at the theatre, that kind of thing. But then, across this little alley from the theatre, was an entrance to the inside of this building that looked like it had a giant wooden fort inside. Kind of like below, but submerged in water at the bottom.

it was roughly the size of a gymnasium, and apparently we were looking for it the whole time, because it's supposedly the "Tumblr Fort" for some reason? So we leave our bags by the entrance and go inside, and it's full of people and obstacle course paths, like it's got paths that only go to and from support beams with no railing, places you need to jump between, net ladders, the whole thing. It's also got a full platform around the outside edge, so the other paths are to go to the inner component, which you can enter and is a little smaller castle basically. Much like how the bottom is submerged in water on the outside, it's the same below these paths.

So we're going around, going on some of these obstacle courses, etc. having a fun time. At one point I see a poster that claims one of the obstacle courses was dedicated to Jacksepticeye? Weird stuff.

But as I take a breather on one of the outer platforms by my bag, some of the support structure gives way, and the central pillar falls down about three feet and then careens out towards one of the walls, which causes everyone to scramble out, and then I feel a notification buzz on my phone. I don't check it in the moment, but grab by bag and leave quickly, reconvening at the main movie theatre entrance with my group.

After making sure everyone in my group is safe, I open my phone to see I got a Tumblr notification, because there were a bunch of crazy posts being posted by people I followed about the fort, and the first one I saw was a textpost just reading "THE TUMBLR FORT COLLAPSED??????" and the second, forever burned into my brain by my subconscious, was THIS MEME HERE:

So I made the meme.

#one time i dreamt #tumblr culture #dashcon #osha violation #death tw

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scriptores · 1 year

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 : hermes , the messenger of the gods

overview: a son of zeus and maia, the daughter of atlas, hermes was born in a cave in arcardia as a god of swiftness and craftiness. he snuck out of the cave in his youth after his mother told him a story about apollo's cattle. through his cunning, unrivaled speed, and trickery, he was able to steal the prized cattle, endeared an angry apollo to him through the invention of the lyre, and won his father's favor through his amusing antics and sacrifices to the gods. thereafter, he became zeus' personal messenger and an olympian god by his own right presiding over herds, heralds, travelers, commerce, trade & thieves. he is the pantheon's middleman and arguably the biggest aid to their mortal heroes. he also serves as a psychopomp, guiding departed souls to the underworld when requested or needed.

VERSES.

✧ main : for any greek myth canon or ancient/modern fantasy verses that leaves room for the pantheon to exist. any cataclysmic/supernatural threat that can only be addressed by a chosen one/few means there's a call that will need to be answered, and you know who's making that call? hermes is the mouthpiece of the gods, and herald of nearly every story, so he will be convincing heroes to step out of their ordinary worlds to go save the world, may even help or deliver a boon somewhere along the way between his many misadventures errands if he takes a liking to them!

✧ dragon age : will be kept a little vague for the sake of flexibility with plots, but the general vibe is that hermes was a city elf turned thieving rogue with a robin hood complex, so can very easily be dragged into a companion verse during the fifth blight, or recruited by the inquisition if they can look past his delinquency. he is technically a mage, but non-practicing, never properly trained, and won't disclose this voluntarily; however wind is his natural element and he does use magic to grant him supernatural speed which he chalks to his "enchanted boots". aside from that he'll rely on his arrows or short sword in a fight.

✧ fae verse : open for further plots and development, but he's so fae boi coded it has to be done. he would be considered seelie, an embodiment of wind (originally from the autumn or spring court? not sure yet), and a herald to whatever faerie monarch applies. he's usually sent as a spy, diplomat and courier between the fae courts, but is also regularly found in the mortal realm stirring relatively harmless trouble or stealing things from guarded hoards and castles.

✧ modern/futuristic/dystopian : any non-immortal plots where more than likely hermes is just your typical outlaw recruited to a cause or special mission. will be a case by case basis, but some options are: hermes as the vroom vroom catch me if can boy, the designated getaway car, the double agent, the heist extraordinaire, the clever speedster (for mutant/super hero aus), the devil's advocate (for organized crime aus where zeus is the head of a crime ring), the head of his own band of thieves etc etc

DOSSIER.

name. hermes titles/epithets. trickster god, slayer of argos, of the golden wand, of the gateway, patron of athletes and gymnasiums, swift-footed, luck-bringer, keen-sighted, glad-hearted, ready-helper, champion, guiless-one, famous-one pronouns. he/him age. immortal pantheon. hellenistic polytheism etymology. olympian god sexuality. pansexual alignment. chaotic good / neutral

relations. zeus (father), maia (mother), atlas (grandfather), apollo (favorite target, brother), dionysus (foster kid, brother), charon (hhrrhgurrgh ♡), and too many many others to list (homer said he's for the streets).

height. 5'11" build. lean and very toned, especially around his calves, thighs, and glutes. he's not running around in a mini chiton for no reason hair. black and usually kept at a youthful and lush length, just short enough to stay out of his eyes and nape eyes. dark brown, increasingly gold during a run, and near electric when he starts to reach top speed. sacred animals/plants. ram, hare, tortoise, cattle, sheeps, goats, strawberry trees, crocus

abilities / skillset. * super speed. the fastest god of the pantheon, easily capable of traveling faster than the speed of sound, and if he pushes it hard enough his top speed reaches just shy of the speed of light.

* dimensional travel. he can also travel the axis mundi aka "the crossroads" between realms and take others through those roads. typically, he uses this for short cuts and to save on his endurance when zeus needs him to hop to too many far away places at once.

* wind manipulation. his proclivity for speed is in large part due to his manipulation of air and ability to live in his own separate vacuum with little to no wind resistance. as such, he is able to fly for limited periods, create whirlwinds, manipulate and build air momentum into concentrated blasts, change the trajectory of airborne projectiles, cushion a hard fall, enhance his agility, create air shields etc.

* martial arts/rogue class skillset. not just for fantasy verses, but in general hermes has very high dexterity, coercion, and agility. he is also very adept in martial arts/wrestling. while he is strong, he can be overpowered and will reply on his speed and precision with hits, as well as use an enemies momentum against them.

* intelligence. hermes is wickedly smart and inventive, as demonstrated in several of his myths, it's the reason why he was even accepted into the big 12 to begin with. his intelligence won't present itself in the conventional way, he has very little patience to sit and learn subjects that don't apply to him or engage him, but he has a strong affinity and natural understanding of physics and mathematics which will be obvious in the way he trades, the things he's creates out of scraps and items he collects, or when he improvises his escape plans.

magical items/work instruments. he's got a couple of these that's he's either stolen or created for himself, but his short cloak/hood of invisibility is the one he will not leave the house without. and his arm brace is what allows him to carry souls to the underworld.

restrictions.

* speed and endurance limitations. since he is creating his own little vaccum, the faster he runs the less oxygen he has to breath, which as an immortal won't kill him, but will be very painful and mess with his focus. he trains a lot to build up his lung capacity so he can travel faster for longer periods of time, but like any runner, he does have his limits. high speeds are mean for shorter bursts. he's also still trying to outrun lightning, but somehow can't seem to manage it (yet).

* low damage tolerance. while he is very agile and prides himself in being hard to catch, when a hit does manage to make the mark, his tolerance for damage will be low. ( he's also very futbol player coded in that way. don't trip him while he's running because he will be baby about it for a hot minute. )

* unfocused. while very hard working, he can and will get easily distracted, take on multiple tasks at once regardless of his bandwidth or overestimate how many enemies he can take on which is usually to his detriment. he's also.... very thrill seeking and care free which means he's likely to act on impulse rather than strategy, thinks he's smart enough to improvise his way out of a bind (most of the time he is)

themes. i had to make a playlist, don't look at me

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𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ hawkins is saved by a group of middle school kids, a few teenagers, and two adults

warnings ❧ female!reader, swearing, shit writing, steve being a hero, mentions of death, guns/knifes/weapons in general, mentions of blood/gore, hurt, comfort, angst

word count ❧ 4.1k

additional notes ❧ the last actual plot chapter of season one