#i'm talking about sinclair

[can-we-talk-socks]

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Can you tell we ship Sinclair and Garibaldi yet?

no?

[discocandles]

This is Steve Harrington with any and every girl he's ever befriended.

[will80sbyers]

Before people were ableist because they wanted to headcanon Dustin as ace/aro because they relate to him and now you're ableist if you don't want to forgive a 40year old serial killer just because he had a difficult childhood and mental health problems, having trauma doesn't justify you committing crimes and abuse on other people like it doesn't justify Billy being a racist piece of shit to Lucas and abusive to Max or Lonnie being Will's and Jonathan's abuser... forgive him all you want but I will not and I will be happy when he's not around anymore to abuse even more innocent people.

[nancyqueerler]

A few hcs for wenclair because I'm vibrating for them:

Enid cups Wednesday's face. A lot. Not in public though. And she kisses the crown of Wednesday's head and the button of her nose whenever she can.

Wednesday tries to be romantic like her parents are with each other, but Enid thinks it's excessive to kiss her knuckles 30+ times before the fifth class of the day. They work out how they express their affection for each other afterwards.

Enid's incapable of dancing with coordination (Wednesday tried to slow dance with her, but it was hysterically terrible), but play a LOONA song and she'll bust out each move with perfect precision.

Wednesday composes a piece on the cello for Enid.

Enid expressed that she liked the idea of finding notes in her locker, so Wednesday takes about five minutes before the third class of the day ends to think up a note for Enid then slip into her locker.

Wednesday kisses Enid's cheek as a farewell whenever they don't have a class together or anything like that. Enid teases about having to lean down so Wednesday can reach.

[sluttylittleslashers]

This man has one the most disgusting personality I've ever seen

But Would I sleep with him???

Yeah...

[applesontheground]

the questions i ask when i'm screening a new fictional murderer to develop a baby duck-like attachment to

does he RESTRAIN THEM IN A CHAIR?

does he HOIST THEM OVER THE SHOULDER FOR EASY KIDNAPPING??

does he HURT OR SEVER HANDS AND FINGERS IN SPECIFIC???

[spark-circuit]

me playing literally any fucking Project Moon game at this point

[melmedardasworld]

While I found Ivy and Vincent cute in TO, of course, the writers had to kill her off, leaving Vincent alone again. I wished him and Eva were written differently as a couple.

Imagine if Eva and Vincent did survive as a married couple. What if they did have their baby? Instead of that horrible, Eva sacrificing kids (a way to permanently kill her off so that Rebekah could be the one in her body) and that ridiculous Hollow/Inadu storyline. Another storyline that again reduced the WOC as this evil monster who was murderous and crazy and powerful because... why again? Also, I'm not sure if I remember it well, but didn't the writers allude to Eva and Vicent's unborn child becoming a sacrificed to the Hollow/Inadu? Just... sick.

Anyway, the covens were already looking up to Vincent and wanted him to become the next Regent after Josephine died. He and Eva could've been a power couple/elders for the covens in NOLA if they wanted to, of course. Vincent, stepping down to protect his wife and unborn, would've been an interesting story, too.

They were individually lauded as powerful witches in their community and by the regent herself. Together, they'd have made a stand against the vampires in the city for their people.

Finally, why could we not just get one wholesome (power) couple navigating the supernatural world as a growing family? A ⚫️ couple at that, too.

[mylittleredgirl]

(i haven't seen this in forever so i may be remembering this wrong, but) something i still think about with john and delenn b5 is how it's a gift to him that she never tells him about her role in the minbari war.

she knows what he did. he knows she was on the grey council. but he doesn't know that in a moment of grief she ordered the revenge campaign that became a massively one-sided war that almost wiped out john's planet, and was the foundational trauma for him and every other human we meet. and she can never tell him. he loves her so much that it defeated death, but he can't love the person who caused that destruction (even if he understands it, even if he can intellectually forgive it), and neither of those things could stop being true, so it would tear him apart.

i think he consciously decides at some point to never ask, they just don't talk about the war so she doesn't have to lie, but whatever he thinks he's avoiding is nowhere as bad as the truth. her keeping that secret, never letting him know all of her or asking for forgiveness, is a sacrifice and a gift, and that's an unusual love story to tell.

[daincrediblegg]

For the ask game! 2, 12, and 26 I hope it okay I picked multiple :3

lmao more than okay! happy to answer these and more!!! thank you sara!!! 2. what’s your feel-good movie? ... and once again, no one was surprised when I said Pride and Prejudice 2005. Also probably The Holiday. Guilty pleasures and all but also I'm someone who hates rom-coms usually but the holiday is genuinely good and intellectual. oh also some like it hot (and I will stop there because if I go any further I will just start listing off movies I like and they will become more dark and grim and I will not be able to stop because there are so many movies out there that I love that may even be horrific but the elation I feel watching all sorts of shit that stimulates the mind?? that's what feels good to me)... ok Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away too there I'm done.

12. how are you? Well.. better than yesterday for sure. I was having a regular catastrophic morb there for a second but I took it easier today and with any luck I'll have an even better day tomorrow and everything will be grand! who knows maybe I'll make some more material progress in the first chapter of One Warm Line.

26. what movie would you want to live in? Ok I know I've already said in previous asks P&P 2005 but I also think living in a ghibli movie of any sort would be kindof neat

soft asks to get to know people

[thistooisyuri-ttv]

It's honestly kinda cute making posts in a tag and seeing the same blogs that aren't mutuals or followers like your post, they're like little blorbos from my notes. Second hand mutuals. It's like when the person in class who's assigned seat is next to yours and they always giggle after overhearing the jokes you make to yourself

[bylertruther]

just remembered lucas and will's excited tappy-hands hugs and also their strong, stable, full body, will's chin hooked over his shoulder hugs . i am both Healed and also Dead

[upsidedog]

truly not that deep, not that big of a deal, no ill will, but posts along the lines of “lumax is the most healthy couple in stranger things” are super common and i kind of really don’t like them.

more than anything it just feels like a blatant misread of their relationship. like they definitely aren’t toxic or anything, but they are literally broken up in season four, they objectively have things they need to work on. and that’s fine btw! that’s part of what makes them interesting! easily one of the my favorite parts of lucas on the line was lucas contentiously failing to understand max’s grief and feeling resentful towards her because he couldn’t. this was because despite his frustration he still loved max, he still tried to connect with her. he will never fully understand her grief, he will learn how to accommodate it eventually, but even by the end of season four they aren’t really there yet. and that’s special, that’s interesting, that’s a flaw in their relationship worth exploring. it’s kind of like by ignoring their flaws you’re saying there’s nothing to be discussed, when really they are like one of the relationships most worthy of discussion.

[khruschevshoe]

Underrated Doctor Episode: Resolution (or, time to expose myself on main again!)

No idea of this is an unpopular opinion or not, but I kind of love Resolution? It's a great introduction to New Year's specials, especially in its theming, which is all about turning over a new leaf and resolving to be better than you were before. It gives some fantastic depth to a character that's been previously set up (Ryan's dad Aaron) and really explores him as a three-dimensional character, both holding him to task from both Graham and the Doctor (iconic "you let him down" line) while also allowing him a chance to grow (Graham with Aaron's childhood things and Ryan with forgiving him at the end). It gives Ryan, Graham, and Aaron all chances to grow. It also introduces what is honestly (personalyl) my favorite Dalek shell design and really reminds us of just how powerful and intimidating a single Dalek can be on its own, almost like how the original "Dalek" episode did. Plus, it has some really solid comedic bits- I rewatch the bit about Graham's front room ("you landed on my chair!" "Why'd you have a chair there" "it's my front room!") and the bit where the Doctor calls UNIT and gets sent to the helpline (Jodie’s expressions are PRICELESS) all the time. I also like seeing Aaron prove himself and resolve to be better in the future, ending on a note of hope. I also love the bit at the beginning with the fireworks and how casually it sets up how many off-screen adventures Yaz, Ryan, Graham, and Thirteen have had. Also, while it does set up some cues for how Daleks will work in the next special (e.g. UV light), it's a solid standalone piece.

[tartarusknight]

I don't know what you're hunting. It's not me, it's something else 8/10

Also on ao3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8: all is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you.

Erica had fallen asleep in the plastic chair in Max's room. She hadn't meant to, she never did. But it happened so often that the nurses stopped kicking her and Lucas out when visiting hours were over. They stayed out of the way and quiet as a thank you. However when she awoke. the hospital staff were the least of her worries.

She had to watch the others gear up, ready to head out and face the dangers the Upside Down created. She had to learn that Steve was transformed into some kind of beast along with Eddie. And that Steve had attacked the group. A fact that Erica couldn't get over.

Not when she could picture Steve, Robin, and Dustin playing d&d with her when her books were taken away. When she got to be their DM, Steve had continuously gotten into danger because he refused to let Robin or Dustin get hurt. How could that person be the one to attack the group?

Now she was left alone to think about it. In the room of Max, who she avoided being alone with normally. Max who made guilt and shame stir up inside of her. It was either thinking about Eddie and Steve or Max. And none of them were fun to think about. Because if she started thinking about Max she began to focus on the what-ifs.

What if Erica hadn't gone along with the plan? What if she had noticed Jason early enough to warn Lucas? What if she had been able to get away from the jock faster and stop Jason from hurting Lucas? What if, what if, what if.

The first time she had been involved, it hadn't been like this. She didn't stress over the what-ifs. She couldn't when they won. She had felt guilty about leaving Steve and Robin behind but the two had been quick to kill that thought. They both had been there for her when she had nightmares. They cared about her and made her feel safe. She didn't know if she'd ever get that feeling back.

She moved and fixed the blanket to keep Max a little warmer. Her eyes glanced at the clock again and wished Lucas would come back because she kind of hated being in here alone. It didn't help that everything felt too quiet after the loud noise of everyone getting ready and heading back out into the night. All she had now was the beep of the monitor and the machine that made sure Max was breathing.

Yet even on edge, she couldn't leave Max alone. She didn't want Max to be alone for a moment even if she wasn't awake. Even if Erica wasn't saying anything. She wanted to comfort the older girl. Max would never admit to wanting comfort if she was awake. But Erica knew that being alone, that would be worse. After all, because Max had isolated herself, she never healed and became a target for the monster, Vecna. 

As she considered picking up Lucas's book and reading to Max or just talking out loud, pretending that Max could hear her, she heard something. There was a strange sound, muffled through the walls, coming from outside. It made her heart pick up as she tried to place it. It almost sounded like a mountain lion; their sounds were close to a scream but still animalistic in a way. She tried to be optimistic. Tried to say that it really was a mountain lion, but she knew better. She never heard this exact sound before, but she was sure it came from a monster native to the Upside Down.

Only that wasn't the only noise. Another sound came from a different direction. It had Erica tensing because this one was close. Too close. Seconds after the noise echoed through the hospital the sound of screams pierced the air. Human screams filled with pain and terror as the noise of roaring, low, and rattling echoed down the hall.

She knew the others went out to find Steve and Eddie, but it sounded like one of them had decided to come to them. Her throat bobbed as she thought about their teeth digging into her just like the bats had done to them. Would it kill her? Or perhaps it would change her just like it had them. She didn't know which option she liked better.

She looked at Max who stayed silent in her bed. Erica wished desperately that someone had stayed back with her. That she wasn't here alone. That they followed the boys back here and they'd come to protect her. Because this wasn't something she could do. She couldn't outpower a monster. Especially being unarmed and stuck in a room with someone who couldn't protect themselves either.

She moved quickly, shutting and locking the door before resting her back against it. But it didn't feel like enough. She moved away from the door as quietly as she could, grabbing onto the bar on Max's bed as she tried to think of a plan. If she thought that it wouldn't ruin things to call the others back, she would. There was a scream that wasn't too close but close enough to have fear feel like it was choking her out.

She stayed frozen her breath shallow as she listened to the sounds of something slowly walking down her hallway. She prayed that it was someone like Sam Owens. Someone who would protect her. A wet guttural shriek echoed down the hall and Erica flinched. She felt young. She felt like she was running up the steps of the Creel House to find Lucas crying over Max's body. She felt like it was too late and couldn't stop shaking.

A shadow passed the curtain over the small bulletproof glance on the door. She held her breath going as quiet as she could be. A soft hum came from just out of the door and the shadow passed back, this time stopping at the door. The handle was attempted but the lock stopped it. Erica almost let out a sob, but she covered her mouth with her hand. The handle stopped shaking and a dark shadowed hand went to the glass. Erica waited for it to smash through. For one of the boys to break the door down.

Instead, a soft knock, almost polite, came from the glass. Just a light couple of taps like they were being kind. “Erica?” Robin's voice was a little raspy. Erica's eyes widened; she figured Robin had gone with the rest. Why had she stayed back? “Erica, I know you're in there. Could you let me in?” Robin asked but it wasn't quite the same kind tone Erica was used to. It felt as if someone was trying to imitate her kind tone and was a little off.

“I know that the sounds are scary, but I can help you get out of here. I can protect you like I usually do.” Robin promised and Erica gripped onto Max's bed tighter. “I think together we could protect Max,” Robin added, and Erica felt tears welling up. She should be relieved; she should be thankful. But something felt off. “Don't cry, Erica. Don't cry it's okay. I'm right here to protect you. All you have to do is open the door.”

Another knock came to the window before the handle shook as Robin tried it again. “I don't- you don't want to anger me, right? You're my friend, so open the door.” Erica looked at the pale form of Max, wishing that someone was there with her. That Max would wake up and tell her what to do. To tell her what she was missing.

“Erica,” Robin's voice was angrier this time, a small underlining growl to the word. “I thought you cared about me. I thought you loved me. Don't you care? Don't you want to help me? You can let me in and we can hide in there together. I'm the  one that can protect you.”

Guilt bubbled up in Erica and she wiped the tears from her face. "You promise not to hurt me?" She asked, her voice breaking. She felt fragile like Robin's response could hurt her.

The other cooed softly, "Of course. I could never hurt you. I love you so much. I care so much," she promised, and the underlying anger was gone. It sounded more like her than before.

She took a deep breath, ready to open the door. However, before she could move a hand reached and took Erica's. She jumped and looked down at the form of Max. Her eyes weren't open, but her hand had no doubt was gripping hers. "Erica, are you going to open the door? Don't you want to  let me in?" Robin said through the door but Erica was frozen.

Robin should be with the others. If she had stayed behind, she would've stayed in the room with her. She would've been right next to Erica as they waited. "You're not the real Robin," she stated. Her decision made a growl rumble from the shadowy figure in the window.

"Yes, I am! Let me in!" she bellowed and Erica could hear that guttural edge to her tone. Matching the sounds from before,

Her eyes blinked away tears, a sob ripping through her as she realized that Robin must've been bitten or Vecna was playing trying to trick her. Whatever it was, it wasn't her Robin. She held Max's hand back and shook as the door shuttered again. “ Erica !” Robin's shout sounded less like her name and more like a growl. A sound like something a monster would make.

She tried to hold strong as she looked around for somewhere they could go. Her eyes stopped on a wheelchair but there wasn't anywhere to move. There wasn't a place to go. Her eyes stopped on the walkie Lucas forced into her hand earlier, just in case they needed to contact the hospital that they had someone injured.

Moving quickly, she grabbed it and brought it to her mouth. “Code Red, I- I don't know what's happening there but there's something pretending to be Robin. I-”

“ Erica !” Robin roared again, cutting her off. She watched as the shadow disappeared for a moment before it slammed into the door. The door shook and Erica knew it wouldn't take much more to get the door open.

“Code Red,” Erica's voice was weak, and she dropped the walkie on the next slam.

A sob ripped free, and she moved to stand between Max's bed and the door. She was terrified but she refused to let Max be hurt. She wouldn't fail her again. The door shook again before it hit the ground. It forced Erica to jump back to avoid getting hit. Robin stood there, looking like someone pulled her arms until they stretched out, her eyes were black, and her hands were long claws that were practically talons.

But what terrified Erica was the way she smiled at Erica. Sharp teeth showed back, and Erica was shocked still. The radio on Max's hospital bed flared to life and it set Robin into motion. Erica didn't even have time to process Lucas's voice as she dodged out of Robin's reach.

She hadn't realized she opened Max up to Robin until she realized that Robin wasn't even looking at Max. As if Max wasn't even in the room. Robin's movements were slow, like a predator on the hunt and Erica had never felt more like prey. But she knew that the longer she stayed in that room, the bigger the chance of Max getting hurt. So, she turned and ran.

The sound of claws scratching on the floor was behind her as Robin raced after her. Her heartbeat picked up until it pounded in her ears. Tears welled up as she realized how fucked everything was. Of the things the rest of them hadn't told her. That the blood on the other's clothes must have been Robin's. Steve had attacked Robin. Erica didn't even think the two had fought before. But now they were both this- this creature.

She turned the corner as smoothly as she could, but Robin wasn't as graceful. She hit the wall from the speed she had been going, scrambling to point herself in the right direction once again. But she was still gaining on her. Robin was still going to reach her. Erica couldn't outrun her. Not before and definitely not now.

Erica screamed as she was tackled to the ground. A memory of Andy pinning her to the ground flashed in her mind as she fought against the tight grip on her body. “Please, please, please,” she sobbed but this wasn't Robin.

are we allies or enemies? this will be the death of me (Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives) Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Tags: @ellietheasexylibrarian@nburkhardt@artiststarme@flowers-that-sing@juleswashere3@indiearr@remosdeerica

[cherryblossomtimemachine]

Time for another lumax appreciation post. I love them your honor.