#anyway this may be an off/on deal with these too

[freetobeeyouandme]

My Heart, in Paint, on a Piece of Paper

My fic for the @bylerbigbang is finally here! I wrote about Will's art, Byler through the years, and Mike finding out and dealing with the lie Will told about the painting. Thank you to the wonderful @ninaninndraws for the amazing art for this piece, and I hope y'all enjoy it!

Tags: T, Canon typical horror, body horror, period typical homophobia, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, background Lucas/Max, canon compliant El/Mike, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Erica Sinclair, Eleven, Mike PoV, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending, canon compliant, S5 spec fic, Miwi

Summary:

Making a friend on his first day of Kindergarten may be the most significant thing Mike has ever done, but that's okay because Will is the coolest, smartest and most talented person Mike will ever know. Even better, Will gifts Mike all the best pieces of his art. Except suddenly they’re growing up and apart, and then there is no more Will and no more drawings. When they finally reunite, all Will has left to offer him is a painting that wasn't even his idea, and as the world ends and the final fight for Hawkins begins, Mike has to figure out how to salvage the most important relationship of his life – because that may very well be key to saving his hometown and the people he loves. - Or, 5 times Will gifts Mike his art and the 1 time he pretends it was someone else's idea.

Excerpt:

Mike could feel his heart beating all the way in his throat as he inhaled in preparation, but he said what he had to say anyway: “We can’t leave yet, we need to wait for Mrs. Byers.”

His mother opened her mouth to reply, then closed it again, confusion plain on her face. Mike had expected as much: He had barely agreed to stay here without her this morning, and that mostly because he knew if he threw a tantrum the information would get back to Nancy, which he couldn’t have. He was a big kid, just like her, and big kids went to kindergarten without making a fuss. But then he’d met Will, and none of that mattered anymore: He liked going to kindergarten now because that was where Will was.

On the other side of the room a few kids chattered away loudly as they waited for their own parents, but Mike still caught the moment the scritch scritch of crayon over paper stopped beside him.

Will smiled when he replied, but it wasn’t the happy kind. “It’s alright. My dad’s picking me up, and I know he’s going to be late.”

His mother came to a conclusion just then, and Mike prepared himself to argue with her. But she just pulled up the chair on his other side and sat down.

She smiled, too, but it also wasn’t the happy kind. “It’s alright. The elementary school doesn’t let out until a few minutes from now anyway, and I’m sure Nancy won’t mind waiting a little.”

Mike turned to face Will before rolling his eyes, knowing he’d get into trouble if his mother saw him. “She won’t even notice because she’s too busy gossiping with Barb.”

Will giggled and picked his crayons back up, putting the finishing touches on the spaceship he was drawing.

They had spent most of the time since coming back inside after recess talking about outer space, which Mike was obsessed with since he’d seen the poster for an upcoming movie. His mother had already told him she wouldn’t let him see it because it was for older kids, but that didn’t stop him from imagining the plot of it: The blond hero was the handsomest and best of an order of space knights, and his mission was to save the princess from a creepy evil robot sorcerer. He used his laser sword to try and defeat the evil sorcerer’s robot dragon in an epic battle, and then the princess would weep bitterly when it seemed that the hero had been defeated. But secretly he needed the princess’ tears as the last ingredient of a potion that would turn the robot dragon and the sorcerer’s entire secret space base into rust. Then they would ride off in his spaceship to live happily ever after.

Will had been drawing the scenes as Mike described them to him, and Mike thought that was the greatest thing ever. Will was good, which made Mike feel a little embarrassed at his own lack of artistic talent, but not envious. This wasn’t like when his sister was better at something than him: It was awesome that Will was so good at art, and Mike enjoyed talking while he drew, providing ideas for Will’s next masterpiece. Will managed to make everything look exactly like it did in Mike’s head, too, which made the whole thing even better. Mike kind of wanted to ask Will if he could have one of the drawings, but just seeing his story come to life on paper was already the coolest thing in the world.

[continue on Ao3]

[jasmineaoi]

Hmmm

I gotta admit, for my case, if you ask me to prove my case on why i like og!cale. Tells you everything amazing about him and why he's endearing, i wouldnt be able to. 1: i havent read the full story yet, 2: im shit in arguments, 3; there's really not that much author-nim gives tbh.

I think others fans of him would give much more valid arguments, im sure you've seen it too.

For me, it's just when i found him, i just clicked. When i found him i just got endeared really fast. Reasons on why i love him are things that's really small and maybe not really significant.

Reasons i love him:

-he loves his family wholely to the point of using himself

-his current personality (especially the smiley n cheeky)

-manipulative (especially about controlling public)

-perseverance

-a good actor (reason for a whole lots of imagined scenes for me to daydream heheh)

-his background story

If you ask me, i never really put his sacrifice heavily in "reasons why i like him"(im not undermining others!). So yes, compared to him, there are many others(from many novels/comics too) who have the same characteristics and actually proven to be love.

In conclusion, you could say i just, JUST, love him. That's all.

Though, dont take my words heavily. I have many cases where i fall in love with the supporting or background charas first instead of the mcs.

As for "what did og cale sacrifice?". I agreed with all of the post above. And yes, as it stands for now(excuse me, that's just my bias talking i admit), it's really cruel of him to wash his hands off rensponsibility and pushed an innocent man instead. In blatant terms, yes he only sacrifice his identity.

However (excuse me), for me in my heart, he gives up all of his chances in everything related to that world through that deal. (ofc, the "a connection through the guide given to him after that" argument can make this invalid). I may be wrong, but i have to say, og!cale loses everything and nothing at once (may be my rose glasses talking, but understanding ogcale really needs a lot of surgery, there's not much to be based off after all). His niece whom he adopts wasnt his mom anyway without the memories. He lets go of his family in order to save them which is funnily ironic.

And the deal was about transmigration. Og!cale may have the skill to turn the deal into regression, but then krs!cale wouldnt be brought over. Maybe GoD can instead bring him over like Choihan, but then why didnt he? Though, a case of ogcale being able to include himself in some way in current lcf plot would be interesting(if we take krs cale having to change body to break his curse). Ohhhh okay wow, that's a whole new story in the making! (why am i getting excited right here....haha..)

All cales are lying liars, and GoD cant really be hoped much for context (based on what i see on other's reactions so far).

Uhhhhh, i talk too much. I apologise if i offend anyone. Idk what to say anymore and there may be contradictions appearing in this post, sorry about that.

To finish this of;

1 Krs!cale IS an amazing mc alright.

2 I like my small space of ogcale loving situation. (But! I swear i never undermined krs!cale! I also finds it hard seeing ogcale resembling cale.)

3 rather then comparing them, i quite like to see the cales together.

4 this can be a reason too: finding ogcale changes my view of transmigration plot setting. Now everytime i found one, i cant help but inevitably thought of the original souls. Thus, making me avoid stories with that as off lately. Whether this good or bad news, idk. It never bother my life flow much.

5 it's really nice of you to try finding ogcale's lovability.

Really thank you, love yah. (´∀｀)♡

Take care of yourself! Have a nice day!

What did Og!Cale sacrifice?

Genuine question...

Hear me out;

I'm reading the latest chapter of 'In an Instant' by Messy_haired_bum and something just clicked in my head.

See, I know that the Og!Cale is a fan favorite, something that I didn't really understand because we don't know a whole lot about the guy, but there's just something that's been stopping me from getting enamored with him via various fanfictions I've read even though they've made the Og!Cale very lovable, and I didn't really know what it was, for a long time, until now.

There are various posts circulating around saying that Og!Cale sacrificed himself greatly with the deal he made with the GoD, and at a time, I believed that. But... reading this chapter opened my eyes and made me think, what did Og!Cale sacrificed?

What did he sacrifice that he didn't already lose?

A lot of ppl say that Og!Cale lost everything to be KRS but the only thing he had left was his identity. That's... not a lot to be honest. Not enough, actually.

Now, I can hear y'all thinking "Current!Cale got his wealth, backing, and a family–", but so did Current!KRS.

Current!KRS also didn't need to deal with a world war involving a megalomaniac, entire enemy nations, and a literal divine being.

Og!Cale was a foot soldier for 40 years, most likely didn't help a lot against Arm and The White Star, and he died without any (known) great feats but he's given such an amazing opportunity to take over the body of someone that'll need to deal with all those problems? An opportunity of rebirth that even Lee Soo Hyuk wasn't given until he gave one up of his abilities to help seal a deity?

He knows he couldn't shoulder the burden of saving the world so he just... washed his hands off that responsibility... And then occupied the body of a high-ranking well-known individual to then go off and get a happy ending with his reincarnated mom.

As the excerpt above said, it's a win-win for him, he doesn't get soul-crushing responsibilities, he gets a high-ranking position that grants him power, he can deal with the learning curve due to being given Og!KRS's abilities and having an actual reliable guide, and he gets to be back with his mom.

And...

... If Current!Cale ever fails?

He can just shrug and say it's not his problem anymore.

He's got his new happy life now. (I'm not saying he will, I'm just saying he could, if he was a lesser man)

Current!Cale lost everything he had too, all the fruits of his labors, the results of him dealing with all sorts of issues and problems for years, just... taken away by a stranger in his body. You can say KRS!Cale wasn't really happy, that Og!Cale didn't know if the body he'll end up in would be okay, that he gambled with his life in taking over Og!KRS's life.

Life that... he was about to lose anyways.

It just wasn't fair...

If we ignore the fact the KRS!Cale is literally thriving and just look subjectively at the situation of the body switch, KRS!Cale got the short end of the bloody, hellish, rotting stick.

I can only get closure if I personally find out if Og!Cale ever gave a fuck about the uninvolved, innocent guy that he sent to deal with a 20 year war, and not in the 'Is he doing the saving he's supposed to?' typa way, I want to find out if he ever feels guilty of the responsibility that he gave the man, if he ever worries for KRS!Cale's personal safety and mental health, for putting an innocent man through war. An innocent man that couldn't just stand by, as the world he found himself in, burns around him.

I don't want to dislike the current KRS, I want to love him actually, but this is my current perspective on the matter and you guys are free to share yours so that I can broaden my mindset about Og!Cale (pls do, I wanna like the guy but I wanna know if he's a good guy first, I wanna know why ppl love him so I can love him as well)

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Please, great God-

I need Soundwave finding out his grandkid is a fucking Prime!!!!!

And also, does Arcee teaches Jack how to handle his new bot mode?

I was going to make art for this but the uni got my throat like crazy... so uuunnnmmm I had to think of a good dialogue jdfkjhf

@windydrawallday you may like this 😅

Soundwave: Subeject recognition: sparkling, name designation: Heatwave, Status recog---

Heatwave: Oh just CUT THE CRAP!

Soundwave: Sparkling Heatwave: in distress, Subject Heatwave: turning away---

Heatwave: I said. CUT. THE. CRAP! I know that you can speak normally!

Soundwave: ...

Soundwave: Heatwave... hello...

Heatwave: Hello too... sire...

It would be hard to say how Soundwave would react to this, not before discussing how would he and his minions react to the fact that Heatwave was still alive and that Optimus knew that...

Also how the rest of the Cons would react to this. No one aside from Megs is too invested in Soundwave's life, not much of his past. So when the news comes to everyone's radio frequencies, jaws drop, minds in disbelief, many got worried because just how, JUST HOW!!????

Soundwave for a time would concentrate more on trying to bring Heatwave back to his side with no success. The fact that Cody/Lightwave was Prime was a thing that he agreed to keep as a secret, because, if that got out, then Megatron most likely would want to get involved and Soundwave didn't wanted to deal with that. His sparkling was alive and that was what it mattered now, the discussion that his grandkid is Prime can come later!

------

For Jack, things are just going to be hard, not just for him but for everyone on the team. His first thought was wanting to get out of the robot once everyone was safe, all while in a panic attack, Team Prime not believing what their optics were seeing, Miko being bratty mad because she wanted to be in the robot, and Raf trying to calm everyone. It wasn't until Ratchet revealed the reality of what Jack was wearing that everyone... felt sick...

Everyone just looked at Jack and then took a step back. There was so much silent feeling in the room that only Jack's exhilarated breathing could be heard. Jack, in desperation and because he didn't want to make anyone feel in danger, opened his abdomen to get off the robot once and for all. Revealing like that a wet Jack curling in a ball in fear.

Jack didn't wish to use the robot again... but the universe is just so silly...

As time passed more things were revealed. Like Jack and the robot were now linked so anything that happens to the robot will happen to Jack and vice versa. That if Jack passed too much time out of the robot his skin would start to rot. That his head WAS A FUCKING SHUTGUN. That he was not the first human to use the robot, and a tone of boring stuff no one wants to know XD

So anyway back to the ask. It will take Arcee a while to adjust to this, like, is not easy, her insides twist and just feels uncomfortable seeing Jack inside the robot. The same can be said for the rest. No one blames Jack as there is nothing to blame, they don't hate him as this is something the boy didn't want as well like them.

In due time, Ratchet is the first one to accept this and try to help Jack. Maybe is because of his medical nature and the fact that he has seen countless deaths in the war that this seems more like a... miracle. Tho he doesn't recognize the bot in any way, he still helps Jack with any medical issue.

The second one to accept this was surprisingly Bee. When the war started he was a very young Sparkling and tho he saw many of his friends and comrades die, he was kinda, of desensitized from all. He didn't have any connection to the robot Jack was wearing, he knew that his spark was gone so the bot was in a better place. So really, there was only Jack, Jack the human Bee is friends with. So just like Ratchet, Bee helps Jack, focusing more on his automovil alt mode.

I guess that you could say Optimus had accepted this from the beginning because of his lack of emotional response. He reassured Jack and it seemed that the leader felt comfortable touching the boy while he was inside the robot... but no, just like everyone else, Optmis was disturbed and didn't understand how this was possible. But, he can't show that discomfort, Prime can not make the boy feel responsible for something he didn't do.

Arcee and Bulk would be the last ones to accept what was happening, and thus ready to help Jack as well.

[enniewritesathing]

checking in

John, texting: “Hey babe, I’m gonna be away from the phone for a bit. Gonna be out for an hour. Maybe sooner, maybe later.”

Brian: “okay. 🙂 are you gonna talk to 🐺 while you’re away?”

John: “If he wants to. You want me to say hi?”

Brian: “yes. 🥰”

(John laughs softly.) “I’ll tell him.”

Brian: “i’ll leave you to it. 😚���”

John: “😚”

(John tosses his phone onto the bed and locks the door. He knows that Spaghetti will barrel her way into the room demanding attention or acting like she’s an urchin child asking for food when in fact she was fed forty minutes ago.

Besides, she’s probably rolling in catnip flakes zooted out of her little cat mind.)

(John plops onto the meditation stool with a grunt and settles in the slight groove.)

(The birds are chirping outside. The leaves are rustling with the strong gust of wind outside. The forecast for the day did say it was supposed to be gusty. Should probably put up his hair when he goes out.)

(It’s supposed to rain tonight. Brian’ll sleep well tonight. Okay. Okay. Just breathe.

The birds stop. The winds die down.)

(The walls melt away. The carpet that needs a quick clean beneath his crossed legs change into something, but it’s whatever.)

(The seat molds into something round. The air’s cooler. Drier. Earthy.)

(He’s here.)

(John’s knees crack as he rises -- damn, they should not be soundling like this.)

(Everything’s in order. Not that he wasn’t expecting it to be in any disarray. John knows that he’s not gonna cross the arch way.)

(They’ve talked about it, the door way. It used to be always closed, occasionally cracked opened with him peering out like a feral cat hiding under the bed. It took him a while to get him to leave the door open and eventually asked for removal of it. John still gave The Werewolf a wide berth when it comes to space.)

(Still, it’s nice to see him out like this.)

(He almost doesn’t want to interrupt him.)

The Werewolf: “You’re staring.”

John: “Yeah. You look peaceful.”

The Werewolf: “Hmph.”

John: “How you feeling today? Good?”

The Werewolf: “Uh-huh.”

John: “Brian says hi.”

(The Werewolf’s ears perk up and he looks at John.) “Did he?” (”Uh-huh.”) “How is he?”

John: “He’s fine; he’s out getting groceries.”

The Werewolf: “Is he getting those sausage bits?”

John: “He’ll get as much as he can.”

The Werewolf: “Hmm.”

(John chuckles.) “You look like you have something on your mind.”

The Werewolf: “And what if I do?”

(John tsks.) “Come on, man. We literally have an open-door policy now. Hell, it’s not even a door anymore.”

(The Werewolf growls low as he looks elsewhere. John knows it’s not a threatening noise.) “I do, but I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now.”

John: “Ah. Have you done anything to your space? May I look?”

(The Werewolf makes another noise. John approaches the arch way, resting a hand on the border.)

(John whistles.) “I think you outdid yourself.”

The Werewolf: “Really?”

John: “Damn, that bed looks so big and comfy. You think uh, I can sleep on it some time?”

The Werewolf: “There’s only one way you can.”

John: “Oh! Well, excuse me then.” (The Werewolf laughs.) “You don’t have any trouble with allergies with all those plants?”

The Werewolf: “No.”

(John tsks again. Lucky. Boxes and bookshelves catch his eye. There’s some sparse furniture hidden at the far wall. There’s even a fish tank. Lot of things to unpack, but at least it’s starting to look habitable.)

(He’s getting comfortable. That’s good. That’s progress.)

John: “I’m proud of you.”

The Werewolf: “Hehehe. Thank you. When Brian took me to, what was it--”

John: “--Ikea?”

The Werewolf: (proudly) “Yes. I took note of what he showed me. What looked nice. We went into some other places with nice things.”

(John looks up and raises his eyebrow.) “Hold up. What is that?”

“Is that... what I think it is?”

The Werewolf: “Yes.”

(The Werewolf sighs.) “It’s my door.”

John: “When did it appear?”

The Werewolf: “I’m not sure.” (He taps his claw on the back of his hand.) “One day, I was going through a box and it just appeared. It comes and goes, but this is the longest I’ve seen it.”

John: “Comes and goes?”

The Werewolf: “I do not say this lightly. It makes me nervous. I know what this door means.”

“I don’t want to go near it. That’s why I’m sitting here.”

John: “Do you want to talk about it?”

(The Werewolf sighs.) “Not really. I don’t like that I still feel that I can’t trust you to tell you. A part of me doesn’t and it’s loud.”

John: “I know the feeling. There’s ways to shut it up.”

The Werewolf: “Hmph. I’ll ask a question then. Do you remember seeing this door at all when you were younger? Do you see it when you dream?”

John: “My dreams are fuzzy sometimes. Nightmares are another story. I’ve seen it before.”

The Werewolf: “What do you feel right now, looking at it?”

John: “There’s something behind there. Layers. Like, whatever’s behind it shouldn’t let out. Danger. Lot of bad memories. You were on the other side of this. Weren’t you?”

The Werewolf: “Yes.”

John: “I... didn’t create this, did I?”

The Werewolf: “No. The one you constructed before was less... ah, I do not know what word to use.”

“I don’t like it. It’s wicked, it’s something I have to deal with by myself.”

John: “I know you said you don’t like going near it, but when you did, does it open easy?”

(The Werewolf shakes his head.)

(Great. He has a door too and there’s no telling what the hell’s behind it. If it makes even the mighty werewolf admitting he was nervous about it, then it’s bad.)

John: “This door. Does it cause you to have bad dreams?”

The Werewolf: “It does. I relive them. Why do you ask?”

John: “I get them too. Bits and pieces though. I always... wake up screaming. They feel real.”

The Werewolf: “They are.”

(They lapse into silence as John stares at the door. There needs to be something about this, but he knows it’s not going to be simple in the slightest. He can’t just go through it by himself and deal with what’s behind it. The werewolf wouldn’t allow him to. He’s yet to actually enter his space.)

(Nothing but darkness behind that door. The warning signs. The massive bolts on the hinges. That tiny window. Everything about it is bad.)

(He’s seen it before but it was always a blur, but the feeling is so familiar. This gets him thinking about something that’s nagged at him for years.)

“Do you feel like talking any more? I have... some thoughts I wanna get out. Maybe you can answer something for me too?”

The Werewolf: “I am in a contemplative mood. I also need a distraction.”

(John sits down across from the werewolf, careful not to cross that line.) “So am I.”

“I know you’re feeling touchy, but I need you to hear something out, okay? I feel like I can ask you a few things now that we’re on okay terms. It’s about... what happened.”

“Don’t shut me out. Please.”

(The werewolf’s stare hardens for a moment.) “Where are you going with this? How much do you remember?”

John: “Most of it. I pieced it together over time.”

(John fiddles with his hands, rubbing the back of his knuckles.) “Just hear me out, okay? I’ll preface it with thanking you for what you did for us. This door has got me thinking. We’re separate entities, even though we reside in the same body; we have thoughts, hopes, dreams, feelings... things like that. I am talking to you just as you’re talking to me.”

The Werewolf: “This is a place you made, right?”

John: “Yes, but so have you. I had nothing to do with how you made your space.”

The Werewolf: “And yet, we share it.”

John: “Yeah. I’m trying to say here, we’re separate, but we share with, uhm... each other. What happened to you comes to me as nightmares. What you know about our brother from stories and my memories. The fact that we can take control of each other. I feel what you feel and vice versa.”

“When we first met, I was dying again and again. I didn’t understand at the time what you were asking me; I was scared. I was powerless. I think we almost fought right then and there. I just remember being in pain and couldn’t breath much. I remember that you had me in your arms, and you told me to let you take over after I died.”

“And you did. I... died. Swear to god, my heart stopped. It’s not bad. It’s warm. Kinda like sitting in a sunbeam on a cold day. And this weird calm. It felt like I was floating in water. I don’t know how long it was. I wasn’t worried about anything. Next thing I know, I’m looking at you again and my hands were red.”

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is: what happens to is when one of us die? Do we die together? Or do we just take over?”

(Silence again. John swears the werewolf squirm under such questions.) “I’m sorry if that’s heavy--”

The Werewolf: “No. Don’t apologize. I suppose now is a good time to talk about it.” (He takes a deep breath to steady himself.) “You did die, but... it’s complicated. It may have to do with the fact that we’re a lycan. Death... seems to work differently with us. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.”

“I had to bide my time with taking over. The things they tried to put in our veins to try and revive us, I stopped it. I had to make sure that we were dead.”

“I laid my hand on your heart. I didn’t want you cold. It took a long time to declare us dead. Half an hour at least. Maybe an hour or two. I had to listen to determine when I could actually switch; I only had one opportunity.”

“When I was done, and you were alive again, that’s when I gave you control again.”

“To answer your question -- I’ll take over if you die and likewise, but we will not die ‘together’. I’ll do everything in my power as a werewolf to prevent that from happening to either of us. I will protect us. If I have to kill again, then so be it.”

John: “I see. There’s another question, but I’m not sure if I even want to ask it right now. I’ll save it for later.”

The Werewolf: “Hmph. You better. My patience is get thin now.”

“I will admit this. I don’t know when I’ll go through that door.”

“I would like for you to come with me. No; I need you to come with me.”

(John nods. What a conversation. He’ll dwell on it later on, but for now, he’s relieved he has a definite answer. Even if it was too existential for his liking.)

John: “Of course I will, but we need to get ready. You’re not ready at all.”

The Werewolf: “How so?”

John: (laughs) “You’re looking at it like it’s gonna grab you and throw you back in there.”

“It’s going to take some time. I have a feeling we’re gonna fight a few times, but that’s okay. I did the same thing when I was younger. It will give you a sense of control; it will help you make better sense of everything. I know that door is unbelievably traumatic to you. You’re scared.”

The Werewolf: (scoffs) “Who said I was scared?”

John: “I did. You are. I’m glad you’re telling me this because I can and will help you. You want that door gone so you’ll have your beautiful space back. Right?”

(The Werewolf huffs and mutters under his breath.) “Yeah, I do.” (Ugh, he can’t believe this.)

“When do we start?”

-End-

[beyondthislifetime]

People who truly dislike Edwina Sharma are wild. Heaven forbid an 18 year old be charmed after being almost relentlessly pursued by an older man. Three married women, including her mother, are for the match. THE QUEEN is for the match. The only person saying he isn't right for her is her sister and like I'm sorry but my sister could swear that a man wasn't that into me and I would not listen if he BOUGHT ME A HORSE!???!!?!!

[figofswords]

wow I didn’t think reblogging that tea post and then seeing people’s tags would deal me such strong psychic damage. come over I can fix you I can find a tea you will like. “I don’t like tea” how can you say that as a blanket statement when there are so many vastly different kinds of tea. head in hands

[ichthyorelationships]

an idea i invite anyone else to write about / run with lol....

the premise that The Change gets all messed up for alberto, say it's something that can happen from stress, &/or happens rarely and you just have to wait for it to resolve itself....used as some parallel to struggling through some emotional turbulence / upheaval / questioning / Realizing Things, etc etc

[zymstarz]

yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

[longagoitwastuesday]

I finally met Nanami

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

10A with witch eclipse! 8C with ghost lunar!! 3G with narnia moon! 7B with dentist eclipse! (you dont have to do all of these, you may pick and choose :3)

here's your guys in order! thanks for the request, I had fun with this!

[ruelpsen]

having a somewhat shitty evening which means it's time to think about my fave burping for me so I don't lose my gd mind

[tbcanary]

2023 reading list: Wonder Woman by Greg Rucka - Vol. 1 (1987 run; issues #195-205)

You do not change the world by the stroke of a pen or the sweep of a sword. You change the world heart by heart, mind by mind.

(ID under the cut)

ID: Four animated panels from Wonder Woman comics.

1: A television set depicts Wally West, dressed as the Flash, and Diana of Themyscira in her Wonder Woman costume. They stand in the middle of a forest fire. Wally starts to run, then comes back to talk to Diana, before finally leaving her behind. Scrolling text above the television reads: "...JLA No Comment..." Scrolling text below the television reads: "News From Colorado..."

2: Diana stands at a podium in a bookstore in front of a crowd. A poster for her book, "Reflections," featuring art of her lasso, is hung on the wall. Someone asks: "Do you, ah, do you have a boyfriend?" Diana responds, "I don't, no, not at the present. I'm not really looking right now." A few hands shoot up. Diana adds, "I should add that I don't have a girlfriend either." A few more hands go up. She says, "Does anyone have any questions about the book?" All the hands go down.

3: Diana stands in the rain as protestors call out to her. At first, it's bigoted statements about immigrants and her liberal lifestyle, but it quickly devolves into panic after someone in the crowd is shot.

4: Diana stands, silhouetted in gold, in front of a tableau of newspapers and magazines with her on the cover. Her silhouette hides her face, but she's smiling in all the photographs. The magazines start in black and white, but light up in colors one at a time.

/End ID.

[fettery-fetterie]

I'm just kinda thinking over what could it been had things gone just. Just every so slightly better

Had some fundamentals been challenged further

Had the right words be spoken

Had they didn't go all in

It's just so sad, because I ultimately do see them working on the right scenarios, but they're all just...fantasy, a fleeting dream, the unreachable

Oughhhh I love them so much. They're so doomed

[victimized-martyr]

saw jhonny2cello’s princess kenny video and O|-< oh my god there’s so many layers to kenny it all makes so much sense and the parallels cartman and kenny have in indulging seemingly opposite personas to cope meanwhile stan and kyle tend to simply cave in on themselves and—

[themyscirah]

This may be a comic fan red flag to some but I have to say I genuinely do love Chuck Dixon's Ollie. Like yeah whenever I start thinking about it too hard I get pissed off about it and the way it goes against previous characterizations and important character beats presented in the same book etc etc but like by god is it funny. Like I'm sorry Ollie diehards I love him too but him calling Connor a bastard is probably a top 10 moment for me personally. I really do love it sm. Absolutely amazing, no notes, hypocrisy at its finest. V much like gee I wonder Ollie. Who's fault could that possibly be.

[welcometogrouchland]

I will feel so tired that it's like my atoms are coming undone and I'm being made unreal...and then I will have a little chocolate treat and for 15 minutes I am whole and present again. Then the horrors