#hi maybe here too mabe

[steddiealltheway]

"You're dead, Harrington!"

Steve sprints off down the hall, making a sharp left turn in hopes of losing him. He looks around at the doors, eyes settling on the drama room. Yeah, no one would guess that he would go in there.

He runs and easily pulls the door open, softly closing it behind him, leaning against the door to listen for Billy.

"You can't run from me!" he yells, somewhere outside in the hallway.

Shit.

Steve backs up a bit until he runs into something, and suddenly there's a hand covering his mouth with rings digging into his cheek while a bit of silver glints in his eyes. "Don't freak out, Harrington. I'm here to help. Hide behind the red curtain."

The guy lets him go, and Steve whips around taking in the guy everyone calls "The Freak." He just raises his eyebrows at him, so Steve takes the hint and darts behind the red curtains behind a throne of some kind.

There's a slight creaking, then Steve hears the door swing open and slam against the wall.

"Billy Hargrove. I didn't know you were interested in theatre," the freak says smugly. Eddie? That's his name, right?

"I'm not," Billy grits out. "I'm looking for Harrington. Seen him anywhere, freak?"

"Why would he be in here?"

Steve hears heavy footsteps as he walks closer to the curtain. "That's not what I asked," Billy says darkly.

"Well, I answered, didn't I?" Eddie replies, voice low with an undertone of danger. Shit, Steve didn't know he had it in him. "If you're so dense, then let me clarify. I haven't seen him. Now get lost or you'll never find him before lunch is over."

There's a pause, and Steve is certain that a fight is about to break out. Only, nothing really happens until Billy says, "One day you're going to pay for that, freak."

"Looking forward to it," Eddie says sarcastically.

A few seconds later and the door closes. There's a click that sounds like the lock turning which has Steve peeking out of the curtain.

"You can come out now."

Steve steps outside the curtain slowly, making sure this isn't some sort of sick joke. But he doesn't think Billy is that much of a planner, he's too impulsive.

When he doesn't spot him, Steve says, "Thanks. It's Eddie, right?"

The other boy looks surprised and even gets a small smile on his face. "Yeah."

"I'm Steve," he introduces himself, sticking out his hand and everything.

He gets a scoff and a, "Yeah, I know," in response, but Eddie still takes his hand and shakes it.

"I like your rings," Steve says genuinely. They're cool really. He wishes he would wear something like that without his parents and teammates getting onto him about it.

"Thanks," Eddie says, pulling a bit of his hair in front of his hair. It's cute really, almost like he's flustered.

Huh. He'll unpack that thought later.

"How did you get Billy to back off like that? I've never seen anyone do that." He can't help but be in a bit of awe about the whole thing.

Eddie chuckles. "I supply his weed. He knows better than to hurt me."

"Mabe I should start selling him weed then."

Eddie laughs loudly, showing off his dimples. Steve can't help but smile back.

"Hey," Eddie says, making his way to the throne and sitting back. "What did you do to get him that riled up anyways?"

Steve groans and takes a seat at the table in front of Eddie. "I know his little sister, Max. I just asked him how she was doing, and he freaked out. I think he misunderstood my tone."

Eddie laughs again, and Steve starts to believe that maybe the whole thing was worth it to see the boy's smile.

A silence settles between them, but Steve doesn't mind. It gives him a chance to look at him more.

It must fluster Eddie again because he ducks his head down and shakes his head.

"What?" Steve can't help but ask.

Eddie looks back at him. "Nothing, I just can't believe that Steve Harrington is sitting at my D and D table."

D&D... "Oh, that's like Dungeons and Dragons, right?"

Eddie's jaw drops. "You know what Dungeons and Dragons is?"

Steve shrugs. "My friend plays it, but he's in middle school, so you wouldn't know him. But hey, that's where the demogorgan thing comes from, right?"

Eddie continues to stare at him in disbelief mumbling something under his breath like He's friends with middle schoolers, and he knows what a demogorgan is. What the hell? Am I dreaming? He shakes his head and says clearly, "Yeah, yeah, that's where the Demogorgan comes from."

Another silence settles between them, and Steve doesn't know why he says it but he asks, "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

Once again, it looks like Eddie is about to have a meltdown, but Steve stands his ground. He's curious really.

Eddie shifts in his seat a bit uncomfortably before quietly asking, "Haven't you heard the rumors?"

Steve leans back in his seat and scratches his face absentmindedly. He's heard about "The Freak" before, but he didn't really pay much attention. He knows he sells weed. He failed senior year once or twice, he forgot how many times people said. And he once heard that he's a...

Oh.

"So, do you have a boyfriend then?"

Eddie freezes, fear evident all over his tense body.

"It's fine if you do," Steve assures him.

Eddie runs both his hands over his face and questions out loud, "Am I dreaming?"

"Do you dream about me often?" Steve flirts, leaning forward on the table. He can't help it, he likes how affected Eddie is by him.

Eddie looks at him for a solid fifteen seconds, tongue running over his top lip and brows furrowed in deep thought. He relaxes against his chair with a sigh. "You're not at all what people say you are."

Steve shrugs, uncomfortable that the topic has turned to be about him. "I try not to be."

"It's a good thing," Eddie says.

Steve smiles. He didn't know how much he needed to hear that.

The bell rings, and Steve feels a pang of disappointment.

"Hey," Eddie says as he stands up alongside Steve. He reaches into his black metal lunchbox and pulls out a sandwich in a little bag and a banana. He tears the sandwich in half and offers it to Steve along with the banana. "It isn't much, but I doubt you ate lunch. Have to keep all our star players in shape, right?" he asks with a wink.

Steve wishes he could stay longer to see him relax more. He takes them both, unpeeling the banana quickly while asking, "Is that weed in there?"

"Among other things."

Steve laughs and takes a large bite of the banana that has Eddie looking away, turning a light shade of red. Now he really wishes he could stay longer.

He finishes his bite and says, "Hey, it was really nice to meet you by the way."

"You too," Eddie says with a soft smile, finally looking back at him.

The warning bell rings.

Steve sighs. "I'll see you around, and hey, pass on a word to the next D and D leader about Dustin Henderson, will you?"

"Will do," Eddie says, and Steve's glad that it sounds like a promise.

He heads to the door and unlocks it quickly, pausing to rush back and press a soft kiss on Eddie's cheek. "Thank you again," he says before rushing out of the room with his heart pounding and a blush spreading over his face.

He can't help but think that he should thank Billy for being such an asshole.

[pencileraser1]

things i noticed/thoughts about most recent rewatches of dps (plus laserdisk deleted scenes):

whenever theres a group scene i've started watching the characters that the story isn't focusing on to see what they do and i've been having a fun time with that. pitts and cameron specifically seem to almost always be doing something interesting in the background.

hopkins!!!! my favorite minor character who somehow got character development despite having like 2 lines!!!! the last guy to stand on the desk but he did it!!!

sometimes i do like to think about what the rest of the students thought about the dead poets society, esp in alternate timeline neil lives dps keeps meeting universe. like yeah theres this guy in their class whose one of the most credited students in the school and we think he maybe started a cult. idk though. but that group runs out into the woods every few days to do god knows what and one of them keeps talking about "dead poets honor" whatever that means and holy shit welton star student neil perry started a cult.

i watched the movie with headphones. and maybe it's because ive seen this movie Far too many times and mabe i'm listening too hard but it was Really obvious sometimes when audio was added in post production. llke in the sweaty toothed madman scene when you can hear laughing and to be fair the camera is behind their heads. but it does Not look like anyone's laughing. my favorite is at the end of the phone call to chris scene where knox is like i'm gonna seize the day!! and runs up the stairs and the poets are cheering him on and neil is sort of yelling "carpe!!!!" and i could be wrong but i'm like 75% certain that the person singing is Also rsl so now neil is just speaking two times at once somehow. anyways it didn't ruin the experience for me or anything it was maybe just a little bit funny to notice but very sorry if this did ruin anyone's viewing.

people talk a lot about how rsl and ethan hawke really made their characters what they are but i have to add dylan kussman to that list. I get the impression that older versions of the movie didn't really give as much depth to cameron and watching dylan kussmans performance is like. he Knew who his character was so fucking well and it shows!! like the deleted scene of them getting clubs assigned. like i could tell So Much about cameron from that scene

for how little she actually appeared, there is an emphasis put on the fact that neil's mom smokes pretty frequently. and i think that's interesting considering neil is one of two poets shown actively smoking. neil's mom doesn't appear for very long in the movie but during that time it definitely seems like the movie is intentionally making parallels between the two, particularly in the last argument with neil's father. neil and his mother are both sitting for almost the whole time, which contrasts with his father who is standing. they are both almost powerless in this scene. they stand up at almost the same time. anyways there's a couple different possibilities for what this could mean? that i've though of? 1. to show that neil's mother is in a similar situation to the one neil is in in regards to neil's father and 2. maybe a stretch here but the theory that neil inherited his mental illness at least partially from his mother. i'm pretty sure 1 was fully intentional on the directors part, not entirely sure about 2 though

unmanned flying desket scene: it's probably cause he and ethan wrote the scene themselves but the way rsl talks in this scene feels more like the way he talks in general than the rest of the script. like briefly neil perry is talking in rsl's voice. one of my absolute favorite scenes though the sarcastic dialogue is so good.

the light of knowledge at the first shot of the film vs. todd standing on his desk at the last shot of the film paralel

[when-gravity-has-fallen]

Background details/me blabbing about my askblog yaaay!! Mostly because it's difficult for me to get motivated as it is! Plus maybe after being inactive for 2 years (rip 💀) this will help pique interest? Idk I just wanna talk about my sillies tbh. And the Axolotl needs a break you know? My guy's watching over an entire multiverse.

First off. The post about my LGBTQIA+ headcanons here: https://www.tumblr.com/craycray-wolf/737090570384703488/while-in-wait-for-the-book-of-bill-already-hard?source=share

It's still accurate to how I feel about the characters...mostly. In the time since I made this post, I have since been converted to "Grunkle Stan is bi" and I'm now preaching the Good Word 🤟

Anyway with that now amended, here's some stuff!

I originally made the majority of the posts about where everyone is now back in 2022, when I intended to have the blog launched as part of the 10th anniversary of Gravity Falls airing.

Well clearly that didn't pan (🩷💛💙🍳) out but maybe it was so it could instead coincide with all the revelations from TBoB! Life is kinda a beautiful thing sometimes.

Anyway point being, I'll have to tweak the timeline a bit. Which is fine because I wanted Dippin Dots and Mabes to hold some jobs before college anyway so really my lack of updating is just an excuse for this. That's the major point I could think of but if I didn't properly consider others please sound off 📣 (yes I'm a cringe emoji user AND I'M PROUD)

Soos and Melody are still attempting to conceive because they want at least one bio child if they can but they're working on adoption.

Many assume Gus Burnside to be missing or worse dead. But maybe... he's still out there somewhere...with his physical body fulfilling a deal. But y'know! No one can say for certain!

To be completely honest I'm still figuring out my interpretation of Bill's backstory. Sorry about that.

Though the reason the Axolotl has contacted our dimension to begin with has to do with his concern...about a certain someone. And who better to give a helping hand than the fandom and the Zodiac?

Since Stan taught Wendy how to hot wire vehicles and whatnot, they one day found a fairly intact Harley motorcycle in the dump. They fix it up together and Stan declares it hers. This is where her Harley previously mentioned in other posts comes from.

When did this happen? I've always assumed the Stans come back to land from time to time, including some summers. So likely during summer but a holiday could work too!

Mabel loves being a passenger. Dipper not so much unless he clings tight. Wendy installs a seat back at some point and this helps ease his anxiety. A little. He likes seeing the scenery though so he'll bare through it if asked to ride. Not to mention he cares for Wendy and thus doesn't want to deny her sharing her joy.

Robbie probably figured out he wanted to be an anime artist while doodling in college classes he wasn't paying attention to. Either he was in generals or some other degree at this point. He only drew in private during high school.

THIS NEXT SECTION WILL BE SHIPS 🚨 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Pacifica during her high school/diner years thought she like liked Dipper. And well, she was Dipper's rebound crush so at around 15 or so they dated for a while. Pacifica however eventually realizes she's actually a lesbian and was misinterpreting her care for Dippin Dots, as well as thinking she only had so many options initially. Dipper realizes it was to cope with Wendy.

Therefore they cut off romantic ties on good terms and continue to be good friends.

(I have nothing against Dipcifica, it's cute. I'm just personally a Mabcifica person and enjoy my lesbian Pacifica hc)

In their early college years Mabel and Pacifica become girlfriends, LET'S GOOOOOO

Candy and Dipper have began to catch each other's eyes... they've healed from the events of Roadside Attraction in the years since and now they can have a healthier relationship in several ways. I WILL DIE FOR THIS SHIP OKAY

Fiddleford and Ford are sweet old man boyfriends. Though romance baffles Ford it makes enough sense with Fiddleford.

Stan is Stan. Though maybe all of his family coming out awakes something in him... something new to explore about himself...

Past Billford will likely be discussed at some point, though they haven't been a thing for decades and it was toxic to begin with.

Grenda and Marius are of course married ❤️ Candy, Mabel, and Pacifica were her bridesmaids. Mabel and Candy were piling over each other trying to get the bouquet, though Wendy catches it. Uninterested in marriage she throws it back out and reflexively Dipper catches it. After confused for a solid moment he tosses it and finally Pacifica then catches it.

_________

SHIP SECTION FINISHED ⚠️

The Pines Twins revisit Gravity Falls every summer until their high school graduation. Well *maybe* they go one more after graduation but then they have job schedules to contend with.

One of those summers (probably when the Mystery Twins are 15) their parents surprise them with a visit! But then they start to question everything because y'know. Weird town.

Eventually the truth comes out about everything, and they better understand their kids.

It wasn't the easiest summer but an important one.

They let their children return because they know how dearly they love their time there, albeit with ground rules established.

As for their jobs, Mabel was a barista and Dipper restocked shelves at a grocery store.

Dipper now has come to care for his birth name and birthmark. He still likes going by Dipper but he insists that only those close with him use the name. The only reason he still wears bangs is that his hairstyle is just comfortable and familiar. This also keeps his birthmark special as only some get to see it (in full).

Mabel still loves knitting and sweaters, but she's experimented a lot with fashion throughout the years. She now has more variety in her wardrobe than sweaters and skirts.

The twins live in dorms with a couple roommates and return back to their childhood home during holidays and summer. They intend to live in Gravity Falls once they get all their education/credentials.

Waddles is an old man but still kickin'. The parents were initially upset with his presence but were convinced by Stan to begrudgingly keep him. They grew to care for the piggy as well.

The family cat (Sniffles) has since passed :(

They have a dog (Honey) now though! She was a puppy from a dog Dipper once dogsat. The owners didn't realize said dog was preggo. It was a whole thing. Anyway Mabel loves putting her in cute outfits that match Waddles, something she used to do with Sniffles.

Mabel is a k-pop multistan (originating from Candy and Grenda introducing it to her) and absolutely loves drinking boba/jelly milk tea. Dipper likes the sound of k-pop music but isn't a fan the same way his sister is. He likes milk tea but the boba pearls themselves freak him the heck out.

There's a lot more but I'm blanking 🤪

[kittrrrr]

Alright! I'm back at home and on my computer! I was going to put everything up on ao3 but the servers are down... For@/rebornofstar's sepfember!

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"Marin! Take out the wash!" Marin rolled her eyes. She was just getting to the good part of her book. Was it worth making Tarin angry? Probably not. On the other hand, he should know better then to interrupt her reading. Even if she had to be stuck on this goddess-forsaken island for her life, it didn't mean that she had to be just another ignorant islander. Apparently, she hesitated too long, because Tarin yelled again. With another roll of her eyes, Marin shoved a dried flower to mark her page. At least it would be a really nice day- so windy. The clothes wouldn't take that long to dry.

She slunk inside, picking up the overflowing baskets of clothes. Their guest, a shipwrecked sailor named Link, had told her not to wash his clothes. Something about being a burden? But it was oblivious to her that he had no clue how to properly wash clothing. Marin had gasped when she learned that the tunic he was wearing when he washed up was only a year old! It should not have been that thready for at least another three years.

And, it's not like I've got much to do! Marin giggled, balancing the second basket on her head. I'd already read all of the books on this tiny island twice over by the time I was ten, and no one likes my question... Tarin held the door for her. She would've been happy about that, but it was proably because he wanted her away from the house for his weekly chess game with the shopkeeper. Of course the greasiest, greediest pigs on the entire island would love each other.

"...and make sure that you put the right perfume on my sunday shirt!" Tarin finished. Marin hummed in agreement, even though she had barely heard a word he'd said. It was the same thing week after week, ever since he'd taught her to do the laundry- she was sure she had his laundry rant memorized by now. Marin ambled her way through Mabe village. The two Hopper boys waved at her, but they knew better to disturbed someone on their way to do laundry.

It was short way to the east and slightly south to the village. Marin didn't know the name of the pond, if it even had one, but she called it Laundry pond in her head. The rain that had brought Link to Koholint island had also flooded the pond enough that Marin's normal spot for washing clothes was muddy. She frowned slightly, though it wasn't that big of a deal; just another thing keeping her from her book. Marin found herself humming (yet again- maybe Tarin had a point when he told her it was ever-present) as she plodded through the mud.

Clothes, sandels, feet- what did it matter if it got more dirty now, it was going to be washed anyway. Finally, she found a place drier then most. She set the laundry from the smaller of the two basket into the bigger one, balancing it all in a tower of silk, cotton and linen. Marin was setting down the laundry bag, with everything other then clothes needed for laundry, when she heard a friendly shout.

"Marin! Whatcha up to?" Link skipped down the hill. His blade dripped with nightmare blood, and Marin made a mental note to ask him to teach her some things with it. Maybe he'd even consider giving her one of his spare blades... She shook herself out.

"Just doing the washing. Tarin was grumping 'bout it. I was getting to a good part of my book too."

"Need help?" Marin gave him a stink eye, and despite his bravery, Link shrank back. He settled for sitting next to her as she submerged the smaller basket, setting the washoard in it. She almost reached for the first item, but remembered her muddy feet and washed them off. "Hey, why do you got my clothes in 'ere? I toldja you don't need to worry about that!"

"I've got your clothes in here because you're absolutely awfully at washing them yourself!" Link gasped.

"I thought I was doing a good job!" Marin shook her head, forcing down a smile. She couldn't let him make her smile, or the seriousness of laundry would never get through to him! Link's brow furrowed, and for a moment, Marin worried that he was taking this was too seriously (his washing weren't great but they were that bad). Then he grinned. "Well, if you're so persnickety about your washing, why don'tcha show me how it's done?"

"Maybe I will! ...if you teach me how use a sword, of course." Marin added the last part as a rush. Her heart nearly stilled as Link thought it over, but she hadn't even finished washing the second piece of clothing when he nodded. She moved over, and together the two work their way through the washing. To fill the silence, Link chattered on about mending. By the time was through two sentences, Marin knew she would have to teach him about that too.

She'd bring it up later, after Link's pride got over the washing thing. To save herself from hearing all about Link's terrible washing tips, though, Marin diverted the conversation to the people of Mabe.... Which quickly ecame her venting about Tarin.

"-It's not that I don't like him- he's my uncle for goddess's sake! He's raised since I was little... But I wish he was so damn uptight about laundry. The same rant every week since I was seven! Seven! It's not as if I'm stupid!" Marin put the dress she washing into a basket LInk had some manged to just pull out of his bag, despite it being way too small for that. Then she threw her hand up and let herself fall backward.

"...I think I know to how to get him to stop being like that. There's a plant called poison ivy in Hyrule... I have some distilled oil from it for, um, reasons, and also a cream that helps stop the itching." Marin grinned. She was picking up what Link was putting down. Sure, she should probably feel bad for washing her uncle's sunday best in poison, but it wasn't like it was deadly, and Link had the antidote anyway. Besides, she was genuinely sick of having to listen to him.

"How much do you have?"

[reverse-pines-twins]

Hello, Gravity Falls!

*The curtain rises on Mabel Pines standing in the middle of the Tent of Telepathy. Her brother is standing behind her, mostly obscured by her and the fog he's releasing from his amulet.*

I'm your darling host, Mabel! But please, we're all friends here, aren't we? Call me Belle.

*Cheers erupt from the crowd.*

Oh, you're all too kind! But alas, I will only be here for a little bit. I've been sent-

*She pauses for exactly three seconds to build suspense. The crowd is starting to get antsy when she finishes.*

-to therapy.

*The crowd gasps.*

I know, I know! It's truly a tragedy. But don't be too afraid! My darling brother is here!

*They swap places and he lifts a hand, shining a light through the heavy fog. He also cuts it off and lets it dissapate naturally.*

I know I haven't been on stage much, but rest assured I love you all! You're a great audience and I'm happy to have you. I'm Mason Pines, but you can call me Beau!

*He winks and someone in the crowd faints.*

And I'll still be here, just maybe not as often.

For anyone who's new, you can submit asks in the back. Please have fun and remember -

Don't waste our time.

Hello everyone, I'm the mod @abyssal-author-and-artist, he/him or it/its for me. This is my rewrite of my original pinned intro because Beau's stage name changed and there's been some uh. Developments.

RP Blogs I mostly interact with (though others are allowed and encouraged!) @gleeful-northwest-fam - Rev!Falls Pacifica, Gideon, Preston, and Bud @reverse-falls-stan - Reverse Falls Stan, run by the same person as above @reverse-falls-ford - Reverse Falls Ford @william-will-cipher - pretty sure this is the right blog for our Will (Hi Waffle!)

Both of them will have three moods - a stage persona and a more honest one where they're little annoyances who will insult you for fun, as well as a mood where they're just deeply damaged people trying to get by. Mabel tends to be more in her stage persona while Mason sorta just hates being here and will roast you for existing - though both will do both and I will take requests if you want one of them to act either upbeat or pissed at everything.

Please don't take it too hard if I insult you in character - I'm just trying to be in character and there's no hard feelings there, I swear!

My asks are open! Ask them anything (check DNI for exceptions).

Tags: #belle of the ball - her stage persona - Belle #mabel's coffee - her offstage persona - Mabel #lonely star - her most honest persona - Mabes #ringleader - his stage persona - Beau #why did you disturb me - his offstage persona - Mason #little dipper - his most honest personality - Dipper #pay no attention to the man behind the curtain - ooc posting #audience requests - asks #let belle and beau be kids - me letting the 12yos be 12yos

DNI - No shippy asks - they're still children guys. (And yes, that includes insinuating relationships with ocs) No homophobia/transphobia/racism/etc GoFundMe asks will be deleted - this just isn't the place. I'm sorry.

I will expand this as needed. Don't make me have to.

[drag00ni]

Anon from earlier here. Thank you for answering my previous question. Do you have any advice on how to find some time to draw tho? I struggle with a lot of work and adhd and it ends in me drawing only one piece every two months and I don't know what to do. Sorry for bothering you.

hi again anon! and its no problem really i like answering asks

i usually doodle almost every free minute that i have and somehow build up a habit like that, drawing every day even if its just a little. i think what helped me is getting to like drawing certain things, be it characters, poses or certain body parts. what drives me is the fun in it that often pushes through my inability to execute any other action...

i know it wont work the same for everyone and building up habits is difficult but you can try making more smaller pieces that you may not even finish. maybe even dont plan on finishing them so they dont feel like a chore. they should only be for relaxing or warming up your hand. (you can attempt full pieces at other times when you do have enough time)

again im in no position to tell you whats right or wrong and there really is no such thing but you can try different things like that! find a scrap paper and a cheap pen while on a break and doodle, draw lines or figures, whatever you currently think of. personally i think when it comes to drawing what should matter most is having fun, no matter if you finish a lot or start many wips and never finish them.

eventually you can try upgrading your little doodles and attempt bigger things, just as long as it doesnt feel too forced since i know doing things youre forced to can be extremely difficult compared to other things. seeing drawing or mindlessly doodling as something relaxing could even feel good in-between work hours.

on another note, almost none of the art that i post is actually finished. i post many doodles and if i do color then either simple grey or a bit of flat colors. (you definitely do not have to post everything you draw but i post like 95% of what i draw, so mabe that is why it seems much all in all)

i hope this helps at least a little bit

[womansound]

            hi  : )  here  are  a  list  of  plots  i  really  really  want  to  do  !!!  some  of  them  are  plots  i  found  on  tumblr  others  are  stuff  i  thought  up/have  been  mulling  over  for  a  hot  minute  or  so  …  if  any  of  u  are  keen  to  do  any  of  these  pls  ..  !!!  lmk  !!!

i’m  a  big  fan  of  mumus  and  cinematic  universes  so  anything  that  requires  us  to  create/use  more  than  just  one  muse  is  so  exciting!!!  to  me  ..  like  give  me  apartment  complex  scenarios  …  or  like.  a  band  maybe  ??  a  team  of  athletes  +  their  coaches/so’s/family  ??  maybe  even  a  murder  mystery  ..  idk  !!  the  possibilities  are  ENDLESS  !  we  can  come  up  with  so  many  different  dynamics  n  it’d  be  so  much  fun  PLEEK

in  relation  to  the  mumu  thing  i  really  really  want  a  wedding  party  mumu  verse.  like  two  of  our  characters  are  getting  married  and  our  other  characters  can  be  the  entourage  or  wedding  planners  …  !!  maybe  some  of  them  don’t  like  each  other,  maybe  some  of  them  think  the  main  couple  is  getting  married  too  fast,  mabe  others  are  exes  ?  and  we  can  plot  out  bachelor/ette  parties,  going  to  cake  tastings,  whatever  ..  !!!  

this  is  just  my  spiderverse  brain  but  give  me  superhero  plots  actually  JRKGBRJG  can  be  canon  can  be  oc  idc  !!  hero  x  hero  ?  hero  x  villain  ?  hero  x  villain  but  they’re  actually  dating  when  their  mask  is  off  ?  idk.  sounds  delicious.  give  me  more

(  also  related  to  spiderverse  but  not  really  and  this  isn’t  a  plot  so  much  as  a  desire  but  i  need  an  and.rew  gar.field/e.mma  ston.e  ship  thank  u  <3  RVKJRBJKR )

i  also  like  royal  plots  ..  whether  modern  day  or  set  back  in  time,  whatever  works  !  like  royal  x  non-royal  plots  are  always  fun  ..  i  think  arranged  marriage  enemies  to  lovers  is  also  very  fun  ..  honestly  i  just  like  big  ball  gowns  and  walks  around  lavish  gardens  .  is  that  too  much  to  ask  for  .

life  as  we  know it vibes  ..  our  best  friends  got  married  but  we  can't  stand  each other  !  but  they  pass  away  and  we're  left  with  their  kid  to  raise  together.  lots  of  learning  to  work  through  grief  together  and  initially  hating  each  other's  guts  but  falling  in  love  n  .  having  a  small  family  together  .  aaaaah  .

this  .  just  this  .  please  .

also  any  of these. but the second n fifth ones particularly.  

for  hayden  specifically  i  really  like  the  idea  of  something  crazy  rich  asians-esque  ?  he  works  as  a  retail  worker  n  maybe  that’s  how  he  and  your  muse  met  and  hit  it  off,  and  you’ve  been  serious  for  a  while  now  and  he  ends  up  proposing  !  then  you  meet  his  family  and  surprise  he’s  actually  fawking  rich  ?  and  surprise  again  his  mom  doesnt  approve  of  u  ?  lots  of  romance  n  angst  n  anything  in  between  ..  hehe  ..  

this  is  tropey  but  i  am  a  big  ‘  fwb  to  fake  dating  to  make  our  exes  jealous  to  oh  no  i  caught  feelings  ‘  enjoyer  ..  so  something  like  this  please  !  i  would  give  my  right  arm  to  do  something  like  this  no  joke  i’m  obsessed  .  

i'm  an  absolute  jane  austen  stan  so  anything  based  on  her  novels  please  ..  pride  and  prejudice  or  emma  particularly  ??  i  just  think  it’d  be  so  fun  to  have  p&p  style  enemies  to  lovers  ..  or  emma  where  you  have  this  meddlesome  pseudo  matchmaker  n  her  exasperated  but  in  love  bf/gf  ..  ohhhh  please  …

[mellow-worlds]

I feel weird. I think I feel a little worse again. I've started to tell my sister that I'm dying again but mabe that's just because we have to share a room while we're here. And I suppose I like being dramatic. I keep thinking about P and about M as well. Mostly P, though, at least thinking about him feels more intentional. I also have been texting a little with G and F. And honestly, I just appreciate my friends. I can't beleve that I have any at all. I hope P tihnks about me as well. I suppose non of my other friends really spend two seconds thinking about me, but somehow imagining that I have the power to make people think about me, to stay in their memory in a positive way, it'd be a good feeling. I hope P tihnks about me. He probably doesn't. There's not much to think about either way. It would just be a nice feeling. Having someone who thinks about me, who wants to spend more time with me. And it's weird. It reminds me about the thing I had with Snoopy. I don't know if, should P and I ever become more tahn friends, I could make the relationship last long. Forever would be ideal. But I'm scared about bailing out again because I'm afraid of so many things. And yeah, he wants kinds and he wants them to be his own. And yeah, he's way out of my league. And yeah, I'm way too stupid for him. He'd be bored out of his mind with me. Still, I can't really let go of the wish? That we become more? And yeah, I'm terribly afraid of everything sexual. I really don't know why? I might be asexual? But then again, I'm also physically attracted to him? Alr gross, I'll stop talking about that now, I'm sorry. I just think he's perfect. I should make a promise to myself that, should we ever become more than friends, I'll try to make it work. I'll always prioritize him, while trying not to lose myself, but i'll tr to get over my fears. Part of why I'm so scared of anything sexual is because I hate my body, at least I think taht that's the case. I am trying to lose weight and him being very fit has actually also been a motivation to keep going. I haven't been too successful so far despite not really eating a lot and doing intermittent fasting, but I'll get there. It's a process, Rome wasn't built in a day, etc. I should try t exerise more. I will. He does. He literally does everything. I really like this guy a lot, don't I? I wonder what he thinks about me. But yeah. Even if I lose weight, my body is still ugly, it just is, there's parts about it I wish I could permanently get rid of/alter because I hate them so much. Hhhhh I mean... Maybe me being ugly is something he wouldn't mind too much? Gosh I need to lose weight. Either way, I suppose I shall see how things go. Why do I have this incredibly selfish wish about him liking me? I'm so selfish and desperate. Nothing good can come from this wish, if I try to pursue it, I'll just bother him and embarrass myself. If not, he might be happier. Idk. Idk why I would want someone like him to like someone like me. It doesn't seem fair or balanced or logical. there's nothing I have to offer. I miss being a child. I wish he liked me, thought about me.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | She Freak (Mabe, 1967)

I had a copy of this sitting around for quite a while (one of the perils of buying movies on sale faster than you watch them), and the Criterion Channel just added Tod Browning’s original Freaks as part of a series on Pre-Code Horror, so I did the sensible thing and turned them into a double feature of sorts. There are obvious superficial differences between the two, but the most drastic is one of framing. Browning’s film, in a gesture no doubt even more daring at the time, asks us to identify with the titular characters. He spends ample time with them, gets us to see them as people, has great love for them, and most movingly, generates a great bit of pathos from the love between the characters played by Daisy and Harry Earles.

She Freak is daring too, but in a different way, as it asks us to identify with the villain of the piece, the scheming waitress played by Claire Brennen. The movie introduces her as she’s stuck in a dead end job at a diner where she makes peanuts in tips and has to fend off the advances of her sleazy boss. We see what a soul crushing experience this is for her, so the arrival of a carnival presents a certain excitement. There is a lot of carnival footage in this movie, which on top of padding the runtime (there’s maybe half an hour of plot in this 83-minute movie) and offering documentarian interest, nicely evokes the wonder experienced by this character from the possibilities this new environment presents. (There’s a nice shot of her mouth agape on a Ferris wheel that gets this across elegantly.) The tight runtime of Browning’s movie gives its carnival environment an insular quality (the results are closer to The Unknown than his better known Dracula), but here the carnival feels expansive, wondrous.

So for a good chunk of the movie, we’re somewhat aligned to the villain, although it gets harder to do so once we learn of her disgust towards the freaks and her Machiavellian ambitions. It is kind of funny that she almost throws up after the freakshow, when all we see are a guy swallowing a sword and an older lady handling a snake. There is a little person, but he’s part of the show, he just works at the carnival, although she’s bigoted towards him too, based on a shot of a well-timed pencil snap. The character she eventually marries, the owner of the carnival, articulates a certain humanism towards those with disabilities (“I’m a man and you’re a man”), and one suspects he would have been better off marrying somebody else in the carnival. Maybe the stripper, she seemed like a nice person. Or the sword swallower or snake charmer. Given their talents, they’d probably be good in the bedroom. Hey-o! (Sorry.)

Her marriage to the kind-hearted carnival owner is contrasted with her less wholesome desires for a more malicious carnival performer, and the scenes she share with him have the charge of a roughie, dark shadowy cinematography and an almost experimental cut to nocturnal Ferris wheel footage. Because this uses Browning’s movie as inspiration but pads the runtime so heavily, the eventual climax wherein Brennen gets turned into a freak is stumbled into abruptly, but the sequence itself is quite arresting. (not a spoiler, the movie basically opens telling us this will happen. To be honest, I don’t think she looked that bad as a freak, at least from certain angles. And judging by the way she handles the snake, she’d probably be good in the bedroom. Hey-o! Sorry.) Byron Mabe and David F. Friedman had clearly been watching all those Hammer and Mario Bava movies coming over from across the Atlantic, and they pile on the coloured lighting aggressively, while getting nice and close to the ghoulish freak makeup in between reaction shots where Brennen trains her wide open blue eyes and the gawk of her Mary Woronov jawline right at the camera as she screams in terror. And the rest of the movie looks quite good too, as it has that bright, ‘60s B-movie look, which gives the outdoor scenes a warm and sunny atmosphere and really makes Brennen’s purple outfits pop.

[kirby-avoided]

TODAY IS VALENTINES DAY !!!

literally the best day this entire term so far (minus last tuesday because theres a story in itself which i can talk about in another post maybe). mainly because gift exchange and seeing boyfriend and just being so so so happy. he makes me so fucking happy and im so happy to be with him and aaaa i love him so much !

the gifts were the first thing (after saying hello to his parents and sparks and mabes). i wont go into too much detail about some of the things (theyre special to me and only he and i get to know :>)

i got him flowers (they were so expensive tho my wallet is CRYING)

and some nanoblocks (its not the actual ones unfortunately but lego date ???)

and i made him something which i cant really explain so thats being halted

BUT HE ALSO WENT ABOVE AND BEYOND

this really was the best valentines day ive ever had and heres some of the gifts he got me 🥺

1. HARRIS FARM DOUGHNUTS ??? literally this shit SLAPS too bad he only likes the plain doughnuts and didnt eat much smh, shout out my friend who works there and MAKES the doughnuts, you werent kidding when you said it was so good

2. chocolate, in the shape of a heart dipped in sprinkles :DDD

i love this man so much <33 the im gonna proportion the chocolate out into little pick me ups for when im studying and im tired and need a hit of sugar and just <33

3. a single rose, im surprised about this one actually. i was a bit anxious about gift giving because if he gave me anything i wouldn’t be able to take it home #strict parents but he got me one still and i think its the thought that really counts and now they live with the bouquet of roses i bought him :D

not a school update, but a valentines day one! im really elated today and so so very glad too :)

- kirby_void 14th Feb 2023

[tommymaddox]

"Good. I can only play therapist for so long," he was relieved to offload the duty. It wasn't that Marlow couldn't talk to him, it was that she only heard from him. His opinions were rather swayed to one side, and maybe his voice wasn't one she really needed here. Sometimes he needed Cordelia to talk him through things, she was his blood at the end of the day. Tommy shrugs when Cage threatens to share Tommy's fowl mouth. "Marlow has heard me say worst things." Most likely about Deacon, but others too. Tommy lost his filter around her some time ago, just as she knew he'd be there to tell him stuff she was holding back from others. Hopefully the later wasn't going to disappear because he looped the younger Newman in.

Tommy was concerned about Cage and Cordelia's big romantic reunion, of course he was, but he was reserve to voice such to the parties directly. That was dangerous, given how little family he had left and how unwilling he was to fall into the same habits his parents had with his sister. She was well beyond grown, having experiences Tommy may never. He hadn't intended for this blow up, trying to be careful with what he said. Unfortunately, his temper did not have such a restraint. It was rather contraditing between wanting and doing, which seemed to be Tommy's regular sparing partner. "God, I'm going to have to go to cook-outs with you all?" It's only just dawned on him that eventually it was going to be like that. If he wanted to be apart of Cordelia's family then that might just come with a group of siblings behind Cage. It felt suffocating, to be so outnumbered by so many, especially when his own wouldn't show up for anything.

Tommy grunts, more than aware they didn't talk. Felt like he'd stepped on a land mine at some point, triggering a serious of explosions between the two of them. This was not going to work in the future, not once his sister was around to bare witness to them. If he lost her to the man before him it would gut him. Tommy makes no promise that this isn't his best, but it cetainly wasn't his worst either. As long as he didn't get worst mabe there was hope to be better. "As long as it's not wasting my time about you and my sister." That felt like a reasonal, perhaps mature, boundary to set. Tommy didn't have a place to say anything about their relationship, so maybe not entering that conversation was a good way to stay away from it. At least when it came to Cage and him. "She doesn't need to know about this," he insists. "It'll only worry her, for no good reason."

He stops himself from rolling his eyes, because no matter how much Cage keeps his family business to his chest, doesn't think that there's a place for outsiders to weigh in, to have a say, he respects the fact that Marlow cares about Tommy. That although he doesn't agree with the way any of it has been handled from the moment that Tommy opened his mouth to ask, that at least it's coming from a place of concern, that Tommy cared about Marlow, too. He scrubs a hand over his face, taking in a breath, holding it, and exhaling, because the last thing that he wants to do is stir up family drama, be the one to unearth some giant secrets that have been kept when he can barely keep his own life under control most days. "I'll talk to her," he relents, but he shoots Tommy a look of pure steel, "and I will tell her that you brought it up, and I'm telling her that you called me a dumb fuck, too." Because if Cordelia could have a protective older brother, than Cage could have a protective older sister. All was fair in love and war, even if it was said in a slightly jesting tone.

"I'm sure you've had your hang-ups, too, I don't blame anyone," he half-murmurs, because everyone had. Cage couldn't imagine Cordelia telling Tommy that she was seeing him again without a moment of hesitation on either end of the phone, some worry that something was going to go wrong, again. He was sure that Cordelia herself had felt it, that was why they had taken things so slowly, why they had taken their time to get to where they were, and he had fought so hard for their relationship up to that point. Still fought, through every fight, every disagreement, and he wouldn't stop doing that, not until he was old and gray, or she told him no. "I'm not pretending to know you. I'm saying that I'd rather have it out here than end up getting into it at some cook-out and have everything turn into an all out Newman-Browning brawl, because I don't want our families getting pulled into it, either."

Cage scoffs when Tommy mentions having a headache, the pressure having been building in his own eyes for what felt like hours, and pinching the bridge of his nose wasn't helping. He let Tommy say what he said, about knowing that he was good to her, treated her right, talked to her on the phone, and how he regretted stopping to talk to him. And while he should have just let him walk off, he let out a frustrated sigh, dropping his head back and then rolling it on his neck. "Yeah, but we didn't talk," he finally relented, "and we should. Not today, and not shouting at each other in a lake, either, that's -- this isn't me at my best," and he suspected, or hoped, that it wasn't Tommy at his best, either. He figured, much like he had told Tommy's sister the last time that they had come down off of a fight, that they just needed a beat, some time to clear their heads before running into each other again. "So next time, let's talk." @tommybrowning

[arcadequeerz]

@golden-heart-beats​

UIIJOKLGTRFDCXUIJOGKJUG

but OK- OK LISTEN- Joey is a Dumbass- Who messes with spells or magic tht he SHOULD NOT- I haven’t thought mch in the exact Way the spell turns Henry into a Vampire- But what i have atm is: Joey pretty much is reading through a few spells in one of his books late one evening- reads a spell tied to vampirism- n it essentially Activates the spell, n it happens to sorta- effect the last person he had thought of, which happens to be Henry.

AN BAM BADA BOOM- Henry becomes a Vampire 😳tfw u turn ur husband into a vampire😳

[turtle-steverogers]

Read a story online earlier about someone who buys two cups of tea and sits and pretends that their father has just gone to the bathroom when he's been gone for several years, and I couldn't help thinking, what if this was Steve? What if just after waking up from the ice he goes for a walk and finds that the diner he and Bucky spent every afternoon in just sitting and enjoying the others presence, Bucky reading the new Si-Fi novel he got from the library and Steve sketching the other diners, both of them getting something to drink for free becase they help out the owner whenever they could, is still there. So he goes in one afternoon, and the booth they'd always sit at is still there, yes the seats and table top is diffrent, and so is the decor, but the booth is still there, and he orders two drinks, soda maybe, or water, and pushes one across from him and sets a Si-Fi book he bought earlier that day next to it, because as much as he said he didn't like them, they still remind him of Bucky and decides that maybe, maybe it wouldn't hurt as much, to pretend, just for a little while, that Bucky is just in the bathroom, or mabe taking up a girl at another table, and he'll be back soon. He'll come back and pick up his book and he'll tell a joke, and they'll both laugh and all of a sudden everything is right again, just for a few minutes, just while he pretends.

oh my god. here's a fic.

-

“Can I get you anything else, hon?”

The man looks up from where he’s idly sketching the soda machine, a glass of chocolate milk half finished next to him. Across the table, there’s another glass of chocolate milk-- this one full-- and a sci-fi pulp that looks like something Lucy would find in her grandmother’s library placed neatly next to each other. 

Smiling, the man shakes his head. “No, thank you,” he says, before ducking his head to return to his sketch. A clear invitation to leave him alone.

Lucy flashes him a grin and nods. “No problem, hon. You just let me know if you change your mind.”

The man nods and mumbles another, ‘thank you’, but doesn’t look up from his sketchbook again. It’s not unusual for people to come into Jan’s Kitchen to idle, but Lucy feels a tug at her heartstrings; the poor guy looks like he’s been stood up for a date. He’s been sitting in the booth for some time now with two drinks, the other a clear placeholder for someone, and every so often Lucky will catch him staring around the restaurant expectantly. Still, it’s none of her business, and she’s not there to judge any which way. So she leaves the man alone and tries not to feel too worried for him when an hour later, he closes his sketchbook and plucks up the other book, leaving one empty and one full glass of chocolate milk on the table, along with a ten dollar bill. There’s a note written on the corner of a sketchbook page when Lucy goes to clear the glasses. 

Keep the change.

-

The next time Lucy sees the man, it’s during a Saturday lunch rush. He comes in with his sketchbook and the same pulp novel tucked underneath his arm, and specifically requests the booth in the back-- the same one where he’d sat the previous time. Harried, Lucy tells him that it’s not available.

“Oh,” the man says, and for a moment, Lucy could have sworn she knew him from somewhere. Maybe a low scale movie? Some odd TV show? All corners of New York yielded itself to some amount of famous people. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been in something before. “That’s okay. I’ll come back.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucy says, mostly because she hated feeling like she’d disappointed a customer. 

The man smiles, waving a hand, and even though his eyes hold a certain sadness-- a weight-- he looks genuine. 

“No, it’s really no problem. Thank you for your help.”

He strolls out of the restaurant then, and Lucy watches him go. He dresses sort of oddly, too. In straight khakis and an old looking button down. His hair-- while short-- is neatly parted. Huh. odd. Shaking her head, Lucy turns to greet the next patrons. 

-

When Lucy shows up for her shift at Jan’s on Tuesday night, the man is already sitting in the booth in the back, sketchbook open and two cokes sitting on the table. Like the last time she’d seen him, one was still full and pushed to the other side where the sci-fi pulp was neatly placed. It’s thankfully quite sparse in the restaurant, and Lucy takes her time tying her apron around her waist, watching the man’s hand guide the pencil smoothly across the page. He looks exhausted, eyes heavy with dark, pronounced bags underneath them. His skin is pale and there’s a fine tremor to his hands as he sketches. 

“He’s come the last three nights,” one of the other waiters, Harvey, says, leaning over the counter by her side. “Sat in that same booth, ordered--”

“Two drinks? Yeah, he was here one other time I was working, then came in a couple days later asking for that seat. Had to turn him down, ‘cause it was a rush, but…”

“Yeah, I dunno,” Harvey says. “First I thought he was being stood up.”

“Me too,” Lucy says, crossing her arms. The man’s shoulders are tense, nearly drawn up to his ears. “But I’m thinking that’s… not the case.”

“Yeah.” They watch as the man erases something forcefully, then looks out the window. His hand is clenched so tightly around his pencil that Lucy thinks it might break. “What do you think his deal is?”

“I dunno,” Lucy says. “But he looks kinda familiar, doesn’t he?”

Harvey cocks his head. “You know, kinda? He’s definitely military. I mean, look at the way he’s sitting.”

And now that he mentions it, Lucy can see it. The way he’s choosing to sit on the side that faces the entirety of the diner-- a vantage point. Eyes darting around every few seconds, clearly clocking everyone coming in and out, even when he’s distracted. 

“Shit, you’re probably right,” she says. 

“I just hope he’s okay,” Harvey says. “Like, either way, he looks damn lonely. I hope he’s got someone at home, or something.”

Lucy shrugs, but she can’t help the way her chest aches. The man seems sweet, if anything. She sure hopes he’s not all alone. No one deserves that sort of hell.

The door jingles as someone comes in and the man jumps, clearly torn from some sort of reverie. Yeah. Definitely a vet. Or something like that.

“Yeah,” Lucy says. “Me too.”

-

“Just two waters, please.”

“Sure thing,” Lucy says, smiling at the man. He’s been coming into Jan’s Kitchen regularly for nearly two months now, always at the same booth. Though never at this hour. It’s nearly 4:00 am, and he looks like he’s been through hell. His shirt is rumpled and his hair is sticking up in the back. There’s remnants of a flush on his cheeks, and his eyes are blown wide and a little glazed. Biting her lip, Lucy thinks back to her conversation with Harvey about him possibly being a vet. Maybe he had a nightmare? Either way, he doesn’t look good. “Lemme get those for you.”

The man doesn’t answer her, and Lucy goes to grab the two glasses, along with a slice of cherry pie. They have extra, and he looks like he could use a pick me up.

“Here,” she says, strolling back up to the booth. “And I got you a slice of pie on the house.”

The man looks up at her, eyes wide. He looks close to tears. 

“You didn’t have to--”

“I know,” Lucy says, placing a fork down for him and nudging it forward. “You don’t gotta eat it if you don’t want it, but it’s there if you do.”

The man bites his lip, looking down at the pie. His eyes look misty, and Lucy wants to ask. More than anything she wants to sit and ask if he’s okay. But it isn’t her place. 

“Thank you,” the man whispers. 

Lucy smiles. “No problem,” she says. “Just holler if you need anything else.”

Before she can turn to leave, she catches sight of the man’s sketchbook. On the page, there’s a half-finished drawing of a man-- short hair flopping over a handsome face. There’s a boyish smile etched onto the lips of the drawing, portrayed with such palpable and evident fondness that suddenly, Lucy feels like she’s invading some sort of privacy, and it hits her all at once. Oh. Oh.

“I think he lost someone,” she says to Harvey when she gets back behind the counter. “There’s a-- he’s drawing someone, in that sketchbook. I saw it. It looks… I don’t know. You’d have to see it, but I think-- I think he’s grieving.”

Harvey looks up from where he was logging tips in the register. “Shit, really?”

Across the restaurant, the man is poking at the pie with his fork. They both watch as he eats a bite, then pushes around some of the filling before sliding the rest of it across the table towards the other water glass and the sci-fi pulp. 

Here, he seems to say. You finish it

Lucy blinks. Next to him, Harvey deflates.

“Yeah,” Lucy mumbles. “Shit.”

-

Of the sheer amount of shit that tends to happen in New York, aliens invading was not one Lucy had been expecting. 

Luckily, she’s out of town that week, visiting her grandparents in Pennsylvania with her parents and her brother, but she watches as the invasion unfolds on the television. 

It feels like an out of body experience, watching giant space whales and ugly looking lizard-type-things ravage her home. She feels frozen. Utterly helpless. Next to her, her brother is crying and she can hear her parents and grandparents talking in the other room. Surreal barely covers half the feelings in her gut. 

On the screen, Iron Man flies past, and it feels wrong to be surprised by that, too-- the presence of superheroes, fighting the aliens on screen. None of it makes sense. None of it.

She watches in horror as the Hulk slams a couple of aliens into the ground and Thor uses his magical hammer to behead another. It’s as disturbing as it is captivating. 

The camera switches and Captain America flies through the window of a bank, landing hard on top of a car. His helmet had been lost somewhere between the last time camera footage caught him and now, and Lucy gasps, hand clapping to her mouth.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, feeling lightheaded, and of course. Of course the man from the diner is Captain goddamn America. So that’s where she’d recognized him from. 

Her head's still spinning as her screen lights up with a text. It’s from Harvey.

well. we were right about him being a vet

-

When Lucy returns home from her grandparents’ house, she doesn’t go back to work, because there is no work to go back to. The diner was amongst the buildings destroyed by the Chitauri Invasion-- details they now know on the other side of the tragedy.

Still, she goes to help clean up the debris. Everyone in the city is pitching in, it seems, and it all feels so huge. Too huge to tackle. But she figures she can start in a familiar space. 

The man-- Captain America-- is there when she arrives. He’s dressed in worn jeans and a black t-shirt, covered in dust and grime. He looks tired. Stripped down and snuffed out as he stares at the remnants of the diner. Clearly, he’d been helping with the relief effort, but right now, he just looks stuck. 

Lucy watches as he reaches into his back pocket, extracting something. She recognizes it immediately as the sci-fi pulp. There’s a paper poking out of the top now, and for a long time, Cap just stares at it. His hands are trembling; Lucy tries to think of the last time she’d seen them still. They were always shaking when he came in. 

A battle seems to wage in his mind before Lucy sees him abruptly shake his head. His eyes squeeze shut and his grip tightens around the book, then he bends down to place the book in a pile of already cleared rubble-- the stuff that’s ready to be loaded to a landfill. 

He turns to leave after that, shoulders slumped and head bowed. He doesn’t look like he knows where he’s going. Lucy is almost certain he doesn’t. Everyone lost their home, it seems. And he must have lost his long before the rest of them.

It’s a terrible, juvenile curiosity that has Lucy picking up the book when she later passes it. It isn’t her business-- she knows that-- but there’s a part of her that can’t help it. The spine cracks as she opens it, and the page falls out. On one side, there’s a letter, and Lucy doesn’t make it past the Dear Bu-- before she turns it over. Not her business. 

On the other side, it’s the drawing of the other man. The one with the handsome face and the boyish smile. Lucy recognizes him now, she realizes. She’d read the history books. Seen the reels. Sergeant James Barnes, KIA 1945. Captain America’s best friend. Looking at the picture now, Lucy wonders if that’s all they’d been.

Not her business.

And clearly, Cap wants to lay this particular bit of himself to rest. She places the book back into the rubble, burying it a little more thoroughly than he had, and praying that he finds the closure he seems to be craving. He deserves it, she thinks. Anyone would.

-

Dear Bucky,

Jan’s is gone now. Destroyed by aliens, if you can believe it. Though, I guess you wouldn’t believe that anymore than you’d believe that I died and came back to life, or that the future has phones you can put in your pocket now. Or maybe you would, judging by this goddamn sci-fi I’ve been lugging around for you. In any case, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to keep anything of ours alive. I tried, though. I promise. Made sure to drink a couple cokes for us. Even sat in our booth. Our names are still carved underneath, did you know? I don’t think anyone would realize it’s more than just random wood-scratchings if they didn’t know they were there, but I did. 

Anyway, I miss you tons still. I don’t think that’ll ever stop, but I think losing Jan’s is making me miss you extra right now. It’s like parts of you keep dying over and over again and I cant

I miss you. I love you. I love you so much. I hope you’re resting easy up there, Buck. 

Love,

Stevie

-

Thanks for reading!!!

[youreyeslookliketheocean]

hiii love the new look as promised full throttle will. be. finished. so chapter 7:

lemme tell you from experience, hot florida weather sucks ass!! went there once in july. never again never again

wilbur soot is there not surprised

all of cctommys favorite yt and idols are race car drivers. smart

HALF A SECOND TF???

wilbur soot complimented tommy innes. and it wasnt ruined the second after? wow. we are in a new era.

ASL funnies my beloved. crimeboys friendship my beloved

ok imagine if tommy told wil abt all that shit tho. wouldnt be so cool

i mean i know that one of the reasons tom went back so fast was bc of his trauma but damn it really sinks in here and also it makes sense why wil learned asl. control is good to have for these charactrs and its nice that it will be what gives them common ground

oh no its the crash this is going to be a fun moment mabe not for tom but for me

i mean no shit he was crying. i would have too but now hes seen the crash. that must be pretty traumatic.

o tommy o tommy

predictions: i have a tiny feeling toms gonna fail the race and have a mental breakdown tho

nvm my prediction chnaged i wrote that mid chapetr: hes not gonna be able to do it in the first place

ahh i dont even wanna read chap 8 im so nervous but i must persever

Hi! thank you! I figured I should maybe start matching my twitter layout so that people don’t get confused🤧 also winter theme!!

Omg ikr😭 Florida weather is hot and sticky and in-general ick in the summer. ALL the humidity.

BAHSHS Wilbur Soot being nice to Tommy Innes?? Couldn’t be true. Pics or it didn’t happen. XD /j

“imagine if Tommy told Wilbur about all that shit…” 👀👀👀

Seeking a sense of control over something is a mental health coping mechanism for when people feel like they lack external stability! Do with this information what you will…

AhH I promise chapter 8 is not as awful as you think. I mean… it is but it’s not but it is but it’s not… the boys will be okay I promise.

Thank you for reading and leaving such nice comments. I appreciate these so much :’) Have a good night/day!!!

[reverse-pines-twins]

Well excuse me for being upset at you two double teaming me.

*He rolls his eyes but he's smiling widely. She lets him go and backs away.*

Oh, chill out, Dipper, you know you're having fun. Never heard anyone describe wrinkles as good before, though.

*She snickers and ruffles his hair.*

Maybe you're right, though. Dipper here wouldn't lose his status as "town hearthrob" if he got a few.

Ew, Mabes.

*He shoves her away, sticking his tongue out in a manner that's... probably playful? It's hard to tell.*

Don't call me that.

*She laughs at him but drops it.*

And yeah, if we're cool, then you are, too, N- Paz! Congrats, girlie, you've made it or something.

She sneaks behind curtains to give them some nice rocks

@gleeful-northwest-fam

*They're both sitting in the back doing fuck all when she comes in, and they both sit ramrod straight when she walks in.*

What are you doing here, Northwest.

Yeah. Don't you have, I don't know, some stupid... thing to do?

*There are tears in her eyes still.*

[multi-lefaiye]

so i just realized i forgor to send an ask for the oc ask game so here i am now Allistor,,,,,,,,, beloved my sweet summer child meow is. very energetic. almost chaos incarnate but very anxious at the same time and. has a very big bag of trauma. theres also allistor's many hobbies: fingerpainting, dancing, walking in the forest, laying in the rain, stargazing and much more. Allistor is also very much a devout follower of The Stars! Also moon participates in the rebellion against the royalty in Starfell Kingdom, at least, until she and her friends can escape together.

HI HELLO OC TIME

Oh yessss I love Allistor so so dearly. She's super cool and absolutely the exact kind of character I take one look at and become very latched onto. So just know. I love Allistor.

ANYWAY, after some thought! I have an idea.

My first thought is my baby Rook! I think Rook and Allistor might get along just for the sheer level of chaos they both bring to the table, but also they both share the "also deeply anxious" aspect! And the trauma! So maybe there's an argument to be made that they might be too similar to get along, but listen okay I think they could be friends. Rook isn't particularly religious or anything along those lines, but I definitely think they'd really respect Allistor for participating in the rebellion--that's something they'd be a big fan of. So I think they'd have a lot of respect for Allistor and tbh I can see these two having a nice friendship!!!

I did just get the cute mental image of Rook and Allistor going for a walk in the forest together, so that's fun, I like that.

And while I was typing this I also realized that Allistor could probably get along really well with my OC Alekto--Alekto has very similar ideals and motives, it seems, though they're a lot less chaotic asdfjkl mabe they could balance each other out a bit!!! That might be sweet.

Friendship!