#julia talks to people

[enoughtotemptme]

no grave can hold his body down?

Thank you! Uhhh this one's a little darker, as it was first prompted to life in my brain by this tumblr post. Chrissy doesn't die that first night in Eddie's trailer—her Vecna vision is different this time, related to abilities she's suppressed since she was small. She and Eddie join the others in a race to figure out what killed Fred and Patrick, and what's trying to kill her and Max, and...bad things happen. HOWEVER it's gonna be tropey along the way and have a happy ending (in my opinion). The beginning's done, the ending's nearly there, the middle is fighting me, so this will probably be a long time coming.

Eddie turns onto the next road and slows to a stop. There are at least eight emergency vehicles parked ahead, lights flashing—cops, fire trucks, two ambulances, and a van marked Roane County Coroner. Nancy Wheeler is sitting alone on the rear of one of the ambulances, a silver space blanket around her shoulders and a white styrofoam cup held limply in her hands. 

“I’ll get her,” Max says, and slides out of the van. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie says then, staring through the windshield. She follows his gaze, through the pinhole of visibility between milling emergency responders. There’s someone kneeling, wearing a dark jacket with CORONER emblazoned in white on the back. They’re blocking a lot, but she and Eddie can see a single arm, the crisp white hem of a short sleeve around a narrow bicep. 

The rest of the arm, the fingers on that single, visible hand…

Her stomach churns violently, and she must make some kind of sound because Eddie’s hand seizes hers tightly. 

“No,” Eddie says. “No. You’re okay. You’re okay, you’re fine.”

When she turns and meets his eyes, he looks gray. His eyes plead with her, and that more than anything makes her swallow down the threatening bile. 

“You’re okay,” he says, nearly begging, and she nods, squeezing his hand.

“I’m okay,” Chrissy whispers. 

For now. 

[youraveragecatastrophe]

and they were partners! oh my god they were partners...

Do you ever think about how in the original Treasures of knowledge game, Carmen and Jules were partners at ACME and probably had all sorts of adventures together? do you?? because i do, all the time

[yardsards]

clint mcelroy creating a dnd character: oh yeah, this bad boy can fit so much simple zest for life in him

[witchkittymeow]

Continuing the birthday drawf portraits series!

Ref under the thingamabob

[weidli]

wait wait okay i pinky promise i'm going to sleep soon but do you know what OTHER thing about preis des lebens makes me want to throw things. thorsten and julia. like this whole scene

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[lovelaceisntdead]

I wore my hill house shirt but I was too shy to bring it up :(

[rubynyoro-n]

I fucking wish that the issue of tme ppl talking down to us and treating our oppression and experiences of transmisogyny as a joke *was* just a tumblr thing or just an online discourse thing but it sure as fuck isnt

[popstart]

goddddd whenever i remember julias canon voice is Like That it has me cringe so bad. shes very very obviously supposed to be a valley girl vsco kinda girl but her accent drives me absolutely nuts because its such a poor imitation of the accent😭😭😭and her lingo is sooooo generic. i do not hear like any actual valley girl slang or even californian slang in general. and yeah ok its a show, and its a canadian show no less which has rules on who theyre allowed to hire for their voice actors, but it bugs me and i see zero other people point out how grating it is to listen to julia for 2 seconds. am i the only valley girl fan of total drama in the entire world. am i the only one upset by this

[liamlawsonlesbian]

Re: the british accent post-- do you happen to have the Martha Stewart/ Julia Childs post on hand? I swear I saw it today but have since lost it to the void (tumblr unsearchability).

I don’t know where the original post went (tumblr….) but when I couldn’t find it today I made another one lol, it’s here

[enoughtotemptme]

Can we get a lil more of the urban fantasy hellcheer? 👀

Hahaha now I'm nervous ��😅😅 Even though I called it urban fantasy, that's probably overplaying the importance of magical beings in the world. It's mostly a pretty mundane story (slowburn roommates to best friends to idiots in love!!), with just hints of the occasional magical nature making it to the page.

I just finished chapter 10! Two more chapters to wrangle and then the epilogue, and then I'll be editing/posting. Here's a bit from chapter 2!

“What do you want to do with these?” Chrissy asks, surveying the ground with her hands on her hips. The yard sale went better than she’d hoped, and nearly a hundred dollars in miscellaneous bills and change is stuffed into the pocket of her borrowed floral apron. 

Eddie joins her. “Uh. Ding dong ditch them somewhere?” All that’s left from the spread they started with are a handful of books, two shirts, and a scattering of kitchen things. 

She flicks his arm. “Let me rephrase. Thrift store or dump?”

“Thrift, I guess,” he says. “I’ll grab a box.”

Chrissy begins to gather the things up in her arms while Eddie turns away. The crunch of the gravel road doesn’t distract her, but Eddie saying, “Cunningham?” in a careful voice does. 

“What?” Chrissy replies, turning to look at him; she fumbles and drops one of the books when she sees her little brother and Eddie in a staring contest. Matt is still on his bike, one foot on the ground to keep himself upright. His face is red and his hair is sticking to his forehead in sweaty clumps. “Matty? What are you doing here?” she says automatically. “Is Mom—”

“She doesn’t know I’m here,” Matt interrupts, tearing his gaze away from Eddie. “I…” He scuffs the toe of his white sneaker in the dusty gravel. “I rode my bike.”

“I see that,” Chrissy says, gentler now. 

Eddie silently moves to take the yard sale rejects from her arms. He nudges her, nods toward the trailer. “Go ahead. I’ll finish up out here.” 

“You want to come in?” Chrissy asks, and Matt nods jerkily, swinging off his bike and leaning it against the trailer steps. 

The couch is gone, sold to some kid fresh out of high school, but the dinette is still there. Chrissy gestures at the table. “Sit if you like. Want some water?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He doesn’t sit down, not until she hands him a mug full of water from the tap and takes a seat herself. Her little brother isn’t so little anymore—he’ll be sixteen this fall, and he’s already taller than her. But the way he avoids her eyes, looking around the trailer, reminds her all too well of the little boy who would do something naughty and then pretend if he didn’t look at you, he couldn’t get in trouble.

“It’s a long ride from Loch Nora to Forest Hills,” Chrissy says.

He shrugs. “It’s not so bad.”

“It’s ninety-five outside,” she says, dry, and Matt looks up at her now. He seems surprised, like he didn’t expect her to be anything other than sad or angry. 

And she is. Sad and angry, that is. But only parts of her, and those parts of her are smaller every day that goes by with nothing but possibilities and the promise of Eddie’s friendship in front of her.

[sofarsofastmp3]

honestly feel bad for those who deprive themselves of a bonkers romance novel. what do you mean you’ve never known the beautiful joy of saying to a coworker “and the reason he’s trying to kill her is because she was forced to take out his heart and put in a metal one and now the metal is overtaking his body. but she’s actually the only one who can help him. and then they fall in love”

[aro-ortega]

i think it would be funny if in the future daniel + julia try to convince sasja to give polyamory/them as a throuple a shot

[honeysuckledreams]

Also since I am being too personal and there is a slim chance one or two members from that old college friend group might see this, in bombshell news Ren and I are no longer friends, and Ren and Fed (now Fae) are divorced. Ren and I ended late December 2022, so it's been 1.5 years and I am finally, finally starting to feel better.

In my version, I couldn't emotionally support Ren through their divorce anymore, and I needed a break from talking about it literally 4x a week. They found out I talked to Fae about the divorce after I set that boundary with them (because that was the third time Fae ever asked for insight about the divorce, and it was still almost too much) and Ren ghosted me! My best friend of seven years ghosted me because I set a boundary and wasn't capable of emotionally supporting them anymore. We literally talked every single day for our whole friendship before that point.

After 2 months of occasionally reaching out to them and getting radio silence, I ended our friendship. The ending was mutual in the last conversation we had.

[crystalprism]

it really has come to a point where I have to blacklist Rammstein, wow

[myrabbitistrying2killme]

Mutuals and anyone who cares ig send me a name(pick a name any name!)/ ur online pseudonym and I’ll give you the color(s?) my synesthesia assigns it.

[disfordevineaux]

I want to write thanks to all this Chase art but my desktop computer is no longer in my sleeping quarters because I guess I'm a big mature person now and it's living in my office all alone and cold and frightened and not running 23/24 hours a day. So I guess I need to re-learn how to type like a literate person on my phone to have any hope of trying to get back out of this hiatus slump.