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Y'know, the way Richter mentioned Sypha almost makes it seem like there's basically zero portraits or anything like that of her and Trevor.
Which is why I desperately need a scene with the return of Alucard's dolls so he can compare how Richter looks to his ancestors.
#richter: cool dolls#alucard: thanks they're of your ancestors:)#richter: whAt#alucard: i made them#richter: what.#alucard: i mean. after they abandoned me and broke my heart obviously.#richter: W H A T#castlevania#castlevania nocturne#alucard#richter belmont#castlevania headcanon
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Can I request Back to December with Eddie?! and if you could make it kind of angsty 🫣🥹
back to december (eddie's version)
warnings: angsty. very, very angsty. hurt/no comfort.
wc: 2.6k+
a/n: fuck it we ball. i have nothing to say about this one. if it's trash, that's between me and god.
Love was never something that came easily to Eddie.
Maybe it was due to his upbringing, maybe he was another victim of circumstance, but love and him had always had a complicated relationship. It had left him scorned usually, a long line of failed situationships that trail behind him like ghosts of his pasts. Times he let bury themselves, relationships he’d get involved in knowing he’d never achieve the kind of love he’d seen in books and movies. Other people would talk about their small town romances, and he would only think of all the one night stands he’d subjected himself in which tore off a piece of himself every time he’d depart. He was the type of person to be used, to be drained of what fun the other participant could suck him dry of and then discarded for the next one. He wasn’t relationship material – he wasn’t love material.
Until you. And how unexpected you had been.
You, who was suddenly sitting in front of him in a coffee shop, hunched over your laptop and no doubt working on finishing up classwork for that degree you’d always talked about getting with him. You, who had been the exact opposite of someone Eddie would have ever anticipated falling for. You, who had never looked at him as something to use and to discard, but to have and to hold. You, the one (and possibly only) exception to everything he thought he knew.
You’re just as stunning as you had been on late summer afternoons in the passenger seat of his van. Same messy hair, same glowing eyes, same jestering lilt to your lips that seemed ever present even in the most serious of situations. Even with brows furrowed and new stress lines in your forehead, a slight pucker of your lips at whatever was on the screen in front of you and accentuated eyebags that hadn’t been there in your past life but now exist in the here and now, most likely a symptom of the long hours you’d always been willing to put in for the things you wanted – you still took his breath away, even now.
The first time you’d ever spoken to Eddie, he had considered it a cruel joke. You were beautiful, someone who entered the room and everyone just knew you were the smartest person there. Teachers loved you, others at the very least tolerated you if not admired you. It prodded at every insecurity he’d already harbored. All his fears of not being good enough, of being judged for his repeating years, of forever being doomed to be worn as a mark of shame rather than a badge of pride had been put in front of him with a pretty bow on top. You were something to show off. You were something good. But those wide eyes that had slowly pulled him in, had broken down all his defenses. He’d never stood a chance.
“Eddie?”
It’s not your voice, but that of the barista sitting down his order on the pickup counter. But his name still tears you from your concentration, and when you pale at the sight of him, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he had been staring.
They have to call out his name a second time before he moves to grab the coffee, turning his back on you just as he had all those ages ago. His fight or flight kicks in; he doesn’t know whether it would be better to leave it as it is and hurry out of this coffeeshop with his tail between his legs, or if for once in his life, it was worth leaning into the discomfort. Instead of running from that crackling in his chest and all the hurt flooding him the same as that final time he’d seen you, maybe he should take a deep breath and dive right in.
Would you even recognize him as he recognized you? Would your soul see his as if for the first time all over again, and sadly smile with a whisper of, oh. There you are, again?
Or would you pretend to be strangers again? Would you pretend like all the history had faded to smoke and he was just some guy you’d bumped into at a cafe? Would you give him the honor of wiping his slate clean and just starting over, as if he’d never hurt you?
He had been an idiot when it came to you. A loser who had been handed a gift on a silver platter, and instead of cherishing it until the end of time, he’d ruined it. Ruined you.
The decision is made long before his palm wraps around the overly warm cup, and his feet carry him to your table before doubt would wrap its chords around his throat.
His chest flutters just like it had in the autumn when he’d first realized that how he felt for you was different. As the leaves of Hawkins had changed color, so had his feelings, turning their own brilliant and vibrant shades between him draping his leather jacket across your shoulders and the gentle kisses you’d wake him with before the sun even rose. Quiet and private moments between just the two of you that Hawkins had never bore witness to. Hazy afternoons spent under the guise of tutoring him in subjects like math and science bled into dinner dates at Benny��s, sharing milkshakes and him teaching you how to tie a cherry stem with your tongue.
He had loved you. He still loves you. And he’d been a fool, because it had never occurred to him that during those Autumnal months, more than just the leaves or just him had been falling.
Even the warmth of all your love that he had been blind to wasn’t enough to stave off the chill that had crept in by that December. Winter was cruel. You’d both learned that the hard way. One bad argument, one stormy night, and it had all fallen apart. He’d lost you — he’d lost that ray of sunshine in his life, the one thing that should have kept him warm through icey December nights. All over something that had started off over a disagreement of future plans and unraveled into an argument over differences.
His voice cracks as he stands before you, eyes wide as he says, “Hey.”
When you look back up at him this way, it’s hard to believe that he never saw it. That love, swirling with endless depth. That quiet but firm matter of fact that you loved him, and a piece of you if not all of you always would, even after he’d shattered your heart on the ground carelessly.
“Hi,” your voice is meek. Even after nearly a year, all it took was him being here, and you felt the person you’d worked so hard to build from scratch fall right apart, exposing all your old wounds and still-sensitive nerves. Before Eddie, you’d always seemed so sure of yourself.
He should walk away. He should leave you be. He should just live with what he’d done, the damage he’d inflicted, and let you continue to heal.
He can’t. “Is this seat taken?”
You hesitate as you stare at the chair that his hand lands on the back of, and he doesn’t blame you. He isn’t sure he’d let him take that seat either.
“No,” you answer honestly, clearly against your better judgment, “It’s… open.”
There were a million other seats he could have taken. A plethora of empty tables he could have chosen over your currently occupied one. Hell, he could have even just walked out of there and let your soul rest. But for the life of him, he couldn’t. Because you’re here, and you’re only staring at him rather than cursing him with every foul name under the sun like he deserves, and all of the rotten parts inside of him are clawing out for your kindness. Like a child desperate for comfort, like a wounded animal taking shelter.
He takes that seat wordlessly, and watches you slowly shift your laptop out from in between you two.
You clear your throat first, offering that first olive branch, “How’ve you been?”
He almost wants to wave your question off. He’s been giving a rare opportunity and almost can’t stomach the thought of wasting it on small talk.
“Good,” he forces the answer out, “We, uh- we got picked up as openers for a tour this summer.”
We as in the band. The thing he’d put above you. He just might regret that decision for the rest of his days.
You’d had a college plan. He’d had a drop out plan. But you had still tried to fight tooth and nail for him; you'd given up a fraction of your reputation for him, a side effect of being associated with the freak, and you hadn’t even blinked an eye. It had been the bare minimum, at least in your eyes, but to him it had been a sign that he was nothing but poison for you. It went further than just the fact that you had your shit together and he didn’t. Once the first weak spot had his attention, all the fragile delicacies that your relationship hung on by did. He stopped ‘studying’ with you at Benny’s, choosing Hellfire Club over you. He always forgot to congratulate you on your accomplishments, whereas you never missed a beat in recognizing his. It was always him taking, taking, taking. He had watched you give, endlessly, over and over, and convinced himself that one day, he’d bleed you dry. He convinced yourself it was better to break your heart than to drain you for all that you were worth. He’d never considered your perspective of it all.
“That’s amazing,” you should be scathing, hurt and angry to have to hear about how the very thing he’d broken your heart over was working out for him. But you aren’t, and you both know you never could be; you were happy for him and still cheering him on, even after all the damage done between you two, “What’s the band you’re opening for?”
Stiff, cool small talk continues. Talk of this band that had so graciously taken Corroded Coffin under their wing. Discussions of the weather. Comments on the college you’d been accepted into, and confirmation you had been working on class work when he’d found you. You had a full ride. He tries to remember all the times you’d discussed your specific accomplishments that would award that, if you’d ever bragged about your GPA to him or any of the extracurricular activities you’d taken part in for a shiny bit on your applications. But he can’t recall them; maybe he had just gotten too jealous at the time, or maybe you’d been aware of the hurt it would have caused him and avoided the bragging rights. (It was the latter. God, he knows it’s the latter, but it hurts to admit it).
It’s painful. So, so utterly and terribly uncomfortable. He once knew everything about you. The mundane things like your favorite song to belt out with the windows down, and the remarkable things like how it felt to feel your heartbeat pressed to his while his bedroom window was open on frigid November nights. He’ll never know that feeling again. He’ll never feel your breath sync with his, and he’ll never get the chance to not take for granted that serenity you’d always offered with open palms in his direction.
When the conversation dwindles and the coffee goes lukewarm, he knows it has to end. He’d replayed this scenario a million times — rehearsed his apologies and tormented himself with endings where you took him back. You’d forget the past and drop your guard as you welcomed him back into your arms. The night he should have vocalized his fears of dragging you down with him but instead claimed you were holding him back would be erased. His pride would become a caged animal who had spent enough time roaming free and wreaking havoc on the best things in his life. Everything would go back to the way it was. Everything would be okay again. In his mind, that’s how this should have gone.
It didn’t. But he could still offer at least one piece of his dress rehearsals to you, leave at least one bandage behind for the trouble he’s caused.
“I’m sorry, you know,” he stumbles out, and it’s not nearly as smooth as all the words he’d repeated to the mirror, “I’m sorry for the way things ended.”
You’d loved him. Really, really loved him. And he’d taken it for granted, he had used it and discarded it for all it had been worth.
He’d always known you were smart. You wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, even if that love still burrowed in the channel of your heart frozen in time, forever cursed to a loop of the December night he’d chosen to chew you up and spit you back out.
“Don’t be,” you smile sadly, and he sees the glimpse of the you that still loves him, that still wants the best for him. The piece of you that will always treat him better than he deserves, “We got everything we wanted, right? It all worked out in the end.”
“Right.”
His tongue is dry, almost swollen, heavy in his throat.
He doesn’t know how to tell you that no, he didn’t get everything he wanted. None of it worked out in the end. Because at the end of the day, he finds that the only thing he really wants is you, and he will never have you again. You had treated him so well, had been so damn good to and for him, and he hadn’t known what to do with himself. Some foolish part of him still believes that with the knowledge he finally holds now, he could treat you better — treat you right. But he can’t. He’ll never even get the chance. He’ll never even deserve the chance.
An exchange of goodbyes. A final glance. An acceptance that even if he locked away his pride now, it had already dug its claws into you, and the scars would always remain.
He leaves more unspoken words in that coffee shop, at that table with you and your cold latte, than he can count. You both promise to reach out to each other more often, but you both know it won’t happen.
He doesn’t sleep that night. He never does these days.
Repentance churns his chest, a familiar friend, and demands to be felt until he can see the sun begin to rise through the curtains of his hotel room. He swears he feels the ghost of gentle lips kissing his cheeks, whispering to come to bed, but it might just be the wind.
There may only be a small piece of you frozen to that night and all your time together, and you may still have a possibility of thawing from the cold that he left you out in, but there is no such luxury for Eddie. He’ll always be there. Repeating words he doesn’t mean, watching tears well in your eyes as he destroys everything he’d ever wished for, setting aflame the one thing he could have done right in his life.
He writes another song about it, ignores the tear stains on the paper and adds it to the collection of all the ones that came before it.
Across the city, your pillow matches the sheet of lyrics. Tears shed that Eddie would never be able to recognize through his own smoke and ash.
Love was never something that came easily to Eddie. Regret, on the other hand, always would — always, for as long as you exist somewhere out there, frozen in December.
“And I think about summer, all the beautiful times when I watched you laughing from the passenger side – and realized I loved you in the fall.”
#speak now (ghost's version)#eddie munson#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#the power it took to resist adding any more lore than what i did#this is one of my top songs on the album fuck#no one understands how badly i wanted to add a flashback to those summer times and then the mention of fall#that's one of those lines that makes my heart ache when i hear it every single time#you know what? loosely based on real events#being told i was 'too good' and 'too smart' for someone and that's why they broke my heart really has happened to me#like cool i don't really understand but cool#ANYWAYSSSS
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Trans-Kirito story-idea
After the SAO beta-test, Suguha "borrows" (read, follows her god-given right to be an annoying little sister) Kirito's NervGear.
As Suguha very much doesn't want to run around "as a boy" (yuck), she redoes the body-scan.
Kirito is very much not amused by Suguha stealing his shit, and takes it back. Kirito checks that nothing is actually broken (it works just fine), but doesn't think about "resetting" the body-scan.
The in-game avatar isn't changed (Kirito picks "male"), and Suguha the preteen and Kirito before his growth-spurt have very similar body-types), so any "this feels a bit odd to get used to"-feelings are attributed to Kirito lying about his height.
SAO starts, and Kirito is having zero issues with his avatar.
SAO becomes a death-game and Kayaba makes the mirror-item happen.
The mirror-item uses the recorded body-scan to create the avatar (and a video-feed for recording faces and facial-expressions).
So Kirito now has the body of a preteen girl, and the face of a very cute boy.
Let the chaos begin.
#sword art online#in this setting. kirito is ofc an egg. and asuna thinks that kirito is a very cute girl. which kirito has issues with denying.#klein calling kirito ''cute'' also has some... interesting consequences. probably.#this also has the consequences of kirito probably having a LOT more issues with returning to real-life. bcs dysphoria.#but also like... imagine the hilarity of kayaba realizing that the strongest players in his game are two teenage girls. who are dating.#and he has to come to terms with having beef with a girl who looks like she's like... ten. or something.#silica likely considers kirito a lot more ''cute prince-like girl her own age''#silica being completely innocent about kirito's gender-identity regardless of if kirito is ''out'' or not.#if kirito is still clinging to eggshells? kirito sees silica happily calling her ''oneechan'' and can't break her heart like that.#but like. kirito having a deep voice? cool! not a lot of girls have that! kirito dressing like a boy? also cool! she looks like a prince!#lisbeth cottoning onto kirito's queer-vibes immediately. lisbeth not sure if asuna is a chaser or not. lisbeth tries to stay in her lane.#but lisbeth also has a desire to wrap kirito in chains and throw her into a river. ''you bROKE MY SWORDS''#argo is also likely to end up struggling with ''call me oneechan. fufufu''-feelings popping out of the woodwork.#(even if she won't act on them beyond cracking jokes. the fact that kirito would likely be silica's size? the feelings would come.)#laughing#story ideas#writing#gender
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found a comment on youtube that says maybe herb was in love with bojack and that stuck in my head 😵💫😵💫😵💫
#so sorry for you herb omg#their relationship broke my heart and this little detail made everything even worse#also i'm little crazy about herb he's such a cool and kind dude#bojack netflix#bojack fanart#bojack horseman#herb kazzaz#my art#ms paint#letting myself draw shitty drawings ok
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WHAHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!?!
#Nevermore#Nevermore Webtoon#Webtoon#OMG NEVERMORE’S FIRST SEASON IS COMPLETE#WHAT A CRAZY FEELING MARCH 3 2022 ME COULD NOT HAVE THOUGHT THIS IS WHERE WE’D BE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS#BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#FIRST OFF THANK YOU RED N’ FLYNN FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WORK THIS SEASON IT WAS AMAZING I LOVED ALL OF IT#OK EPISODE UHHHH DOLLY AND POPPET ARE STILL CUTE AND BADASS#POPPET YOU LEFT HER ALL ALONE SHE CALLED YOU THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE#OOOOOOHHHHHH POPPET’S MAGIC PRETTY ALL THE MAGIC IN THIS SERIES PRETTYYYYYYY#PROSPERO LOOKS SO PRETTY IN HIS PAJAMAS IDKKKK WHYYYYYY LOVE THE SHIRT#SORRY MONTY YOU CAN’T RUN#WASSUP WILL LOOK AT THE BOOOOOIIIIISSSSSSSS#POPPET’S SPEECH LOOKED SO COOL#OOOOHHHHHH THEY’RE ALL SO SCAREDDDDD#LENORE BROKE MY HEART THIS EPISODE OMG LIKE WHEN THEY WERE HOLDING HER BACK AND SHE’S LIKE “NO!”#“DON’T MAKE ME SIT IDLY BY WHILE IT KILLS THE ONES I LOVE. LET ME GO. PLEASE.” HURRRRTTTTTSSSSS MEEEEEEEEEEEE I’M DYYYYYIIIINNNNGGGGG#JUST NEEDS HER WIFE THEN EVERYTHING’S FINE Y’ALL DON’T UNDERSTAND#WHY IS MANIFESTING IN FRONT OF IT SO BAD I WANT TO KNOW#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GET AWAY FROM HEEEERRRRRRRR STAGGGG#OHHHH THE DETAILS AND SHADING ON THAT LAST PANEL MMMMMMMMMMMMM DELICIOUS#THANK YOU SO MUCH RNF FOR BOTH YOUR SERIES THEY’RE THE LIGHTS OF MY LIFE WHEN THEY’RE GOING#TAKE AS MUCH TIME AS YOU NEED FOR S2 GET SOME REST#WE’LL BE HERE :))))#THANKS TO YOU GUYS FOR READING MY UNHINGED TAGS EVERY WEEK HOPE YOU’LL STICK AROUND FOR MORE OF ME AND MY THINGS#YAYYYYYYYYYYY NEVERMORE SEASON 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED IT BEFORE
THIS IS THE OG NOVEL REFERENCE
SHE READ IT IN THE BOOK
COOL
#i read it last year and it was so cool#there were some inaccuracies that hurt my biology-nerd heart but thats the charm of jurassic park#but the big difference between the book and the movies was that john hammond was a DICK#he didnt care about his grandkids and he hated dinosaurs#and towards the end of the book he left the others behind#bcs he was a dick#broke his ankle#and was eaten by compies#and that scene was so fucking cool#not only was he killed bu creatures he hated and made money pf#but it wasnt even glorious#he was eaten by scavengers#creatures that eat the sick and dead#the ones that arent any threat at all#10/10#symbolism isnt dead#jurassic world camp cretaceous#jwcc#jurassic park#john hammond#i need more jurassic park friends#none of my friends care that there was a novel reference#LIKE ITS AMAZING WDYM???? CAN SOMEONE GEEK OUT WITH ME PLEASE
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Arthur and Honey Puff 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Lake Isabella
#I love andalusians they have really great stats but they're definitely not as brave as I was told they were :(#I found honey by brandywine drop she's really cool but I've been bucked off less by my belgian draft horse weetabix#she's fine with packs of wolves and gunshots but everything else even snakes she bucks me off#she's left me to die four times by cougars and bears :( not even grizzly bears either#I'm not sure if I'm going to keep her but she's perfect for everything aside from getting spooked a lot#I had to sell Lloyd because she would get spooked by everything and I'd died many times to her leaving me on the ground#it broke my heart but I didn't want to stable her forever#I am too attached to my horses#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#honey puff my horse#liveblogging#micks pics
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forever losing my mind to his reaction here in making dennis reynolds a murderer
#he's so upset and not in an angry way AT ALL#like we've seen him in broke dee where he's upset about dee's jokes because he think they're just ridiculous#(personally if that were my sibling I would've reacted the exact same way but oh well)#and it's a different reaction. that joke he always says is ridiculous to mac appears to be enjoyed by charlie so they're laughing TOGETHER#they're close and happy and friends. they both think he probably murdered maureen. they don't understand him and he's not as close#and a very big thing in early seasons is that he wants someone to consider him a best friend of best friends#but he pushed them away and now they pick up on him and make elaborate jokes about and AGAINST him#by god it breaks my heart every time. not that he doesn't deserve it but it breaks my heart#on a sidenote: hey dudebros is this the guy you think is a cool murderer dude?#and this is the face he makes after one murderer joke his friend threw his way? this guy???#dennis reynolds#iasip#also. by GOD is glenn a good actor#hy speaks
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diaryfic doodles
alright. i think i'll use this account to post vargas things from now.
i can't stop thinking about convalescence (not a good thing D:) and i really wanted to draw something related. i'm even thinking of doing an animated meme,,, but i need to learn how to animate first hahaha
butterflies
drawing him like this it's giving me brain damage i could even cry rn
scary
my first time drawing jake,,, i love him so so so so much
and i have a mini comic too!!
i honestly love jake so much. it broke my heart seeing edgar begging for him to stay even if he wasn't there on the first place. and i obviously had to draw it because i love angst
he, in fact, left him (because he was never there in the first place)
bonus
frozen yogurt :D (good ending)
this is the original one btw (credits to zarla)
i know it's not related to diaryfic but it was really fun to draw
#sunny's art#zarla s#vargas#edgar vargas#yes edgar sleeps with glasses#joking haha he just looked weird without them#i'm not the best at drawing but i try#this took forever#my back is killing me#also i forgot to change the colors at the end so now we have this saturated purple i hate#nvm i just changed it#poor man#drawing him crying broke my heart#he must be so confused i'm honestly so sad#convalescence#diaryfic#is that even a tag?#i keep just adding random tags#hmm what else#i love jake#JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE#i love him so much#zarla literally wrote that the lights were on but it looked cool with the lights off#jake looks weird but it's my first time drawing him alright#drawing this physically hurt#vargas zarla#i think that's all#i'm going to sleep now#my computer almost exploded while doing this
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just skipped to the miss power special so I could understand a lot better what people were talking about… let me tell you lives were CHANGED.
#THE TWO BRAINS MOMENTS WERE SOO GOOD#I love how he was done w her shit since moment one#that attitude is ALLL stevens#tb only broke down the moment that cheese was mentioned#but that was probably squeaky getting desperate#his scene were SO STEVEN CODED#he’s literally trying to lecture wg im not ok…………#THE MENTOR IS STILL INSIDE OF HIM#sorry for rambling abt my blorbo so much#CHUCK IS A FRICKING RESELLER I GASPED WHEN HE SAID THAT#I almost cried when wg exploded at him TT#Tobeys look when he’s getting insulted by wg :(((( his dreams were shattered right there and then#AND THE BUTCHER MAN HIS REACTION MADE MY HEART HURT#miss power only insulting the most thoughtful villians is just soo…….. :((((#also wg in her villain era let’s go#im not saying the villians deserved it…. buuuuut#im glad she got to seriously snap at least ONCE#lastly SALLY??? TEAMING UP W THE VILLAINS?????#THAT WAS SO COOL#the im here to trade wife for all this stuff. I mean trade all this stuff for my wife.. I am very nervous…..#THAT BIT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD#ok back to two brains#I was pausing every single time he appeared on screen#his reactions were INMACULATE#I love thinking that in the prison cell he was genuinely disappointed in wg#the look he gives when mentioning her made me so sad :(((#and this fits so well into one of my headcanons that I don’t have time to explain#THE LOOKS OF PURE HATRED AND CONFUSION HE GIVES TO MISS POWER… ok I ran out of tags I talked too much#wordgirl#ramble
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and if i say buck hurting eddie on the court wasn't about eddie it was about buck becoming reckless whenever he feels out of balance, threatened or whenever he craves love and attention because that's how he has been since he was a child its how he tries to gain control of his life he probably thought (subconciously) he would be the one getting hurt but it was eddie who got hurt instead
#911 abc#911 spoilers#buck#buddie#like it wasn't a cool thing to do but something about the scene#and maybe i am just reading the scene wrong#or maybe i just need to sleep#or maybe it was both#like maybe this is the season it will settle in bucks brain that when becomes reckless it hurts the people who love him#it brokes maddie heart to seem get hurt again and again to feel their parents love#this is just my opinion#but like also eddie being the one got hurt thought that he had broken a bone#realizing that something was up with buck even while in pain
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one (1) fear: luke isn’t the one to train din with the darksaber and instead it’s someone else
#dinluke#i mean ive seen theories that it’s sabine#which like cool but i also dont really care abt the rebels crew a ton so id rather it be luke#also my dinluke heart would be broke 💔 favroni dont let me down#star wars#its also like… how could they miss that opportunity bc grogu is both jedi and mandalorian so ofc mando and luke need to meet again#???#still.. the fear lurks
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i don't wanna take over the world, it sounds like a lot. but you know, laying siege to a golf course sounds really nice sometimes
#just me hi#i'm giggling thinking about it hfbvhs#you can use the sandbanks for cover and if you plan far enough ahead you can start farming around those little ponds#and you can steal golf balls :D and use them as currency ?? or just collect them :3#and you could use the tennis ball guns to shoot the balls at people of course!! and you're supplied with sticks when you get there !! free#weaponry !! :D#and if you can hold out for long enough you could start planting rose and blackberry bushes in places they wouldn't look#why? bc roses Always Come Back#and blackberries will take a minute but who can get mad at a blackberry bush !! nature's surprise :D#oh and of course you could have a noble steed too (golf cart) !! :DD#and you could make the building a castle#and make a little gnome town in the fields once the battle is over#OH you could build a miniature golf in and around the town too :D for the funsies#/places are very cool i like places#could some be used better? oh yea for sure#i have dreams for abandoned malls hfvbs - some of my favorite places ever#that's one big odd thing i want. to have a mall to live in hfhs :3#is it a lot of space ? ye. but it's also SOO much space.. the possibilities !!#//anyway i Need to go for a walk in a city sometime soon lol#i miss the riverwalk aaa#GASP campus martius during the winter. my dearest#i didn't realize the threshold for being a city was so low lmao ?? like man these are just big towns what is this hfvbsh#//but aside from the city pining MAN#i got to drive earlier today ('got to' they put me in the seat and it wasn't very fun hfvbshf) and oooohhh#you know that feeling on a roadtrip when it's all worth it for just a little while.maybe when you broke over the top of a hill or looked up#from whatever you were doing to find a storm ahead and the rear lights of the cars seemed to blink in agreement with how gorgeous it all is#just that hfbsh :3#i like places a lot. sobs [<- crying candy hearts]#//okey i'm goin to go do my somethings now hfvhs :3 :D#music and caffeine are SO good ehehhehghhg [slinkies away so fast]
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👼🗡️ toddiel, the golden sword of the inconquerable dawn. 👼🗡️
#brennan lee mulligan#fallen for you#just like art#love this boy#yes this is fanart of a 7 year old video#but in my defence: im currently recovering from surgery so i can do no wrong rn#also: i got surgery to hopefully help my chronic pain!! it was a minor surgery too thankfully so im all good rn#the hospital i went to had VERY good homemade mini margarita pizzas and that was basically all i ate there#fucking ruled actually#and the worst part of recovery should be over (excluding physio etc) so thats cool too! fuck crutches all my homies hate crutches#been using recovery as an excuse to get into traditional art again bc its easier to do than digital art after my surgery#turns out im bad at traditional art#i fucked up lining the first try of this and had to redo the whole thing. i then fucked up lining the second try near the end.#i then decided to try to save it.#you need to ignore the white out stains because there was no way i was gonna be able to attempt lining this a third time.#i then found out i have neither a peach tone coloured marker or pencil.#this fanart damn near broke me.#fuck traditional art. my heart goes out to every traditional artist.#so theres my life update!! v busy (i have fused to the couch)#hope youre doing good champ ily thanks for reading i love our lil chats
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me when people hate on aos trek:
#starlight fandom#starlight trek#LOOK I KNOW THEY AREN’T GOOD MOVIES THEY WERE IF MARVEL HIT STAR TREK WITH A BASEBALL BAT BEHIND A CLUB#BUT AOS GOT ME INTO STAR TREK IN THE FIRST PLACE OKAY IT HAS A PLACE IN MY HEART FOREVER#AND IT’S NOT AOS!JIM’S FAULT THAT THEY WROTE HIM BAD I ACTUALLY THINK ITS REAL INTERESTING#TO SEE A VERSION OF JIM KIRK THAT’S TRAUMATIZED AND FUCKED UP AND DIDN’T HAVE A FATHER AND YET HE STILL ENDS UP COMPASSIONATE#HE STILL ENDS UP A LEADER AND KIND#like fr tho that’s a fascinating concept#how much things may be different and how Spock!prime broke the timeline by melding with aos!kirk#and Kirk still ends up kind and loving and beloved anyway!!!!!#like I’m sorry they didn’t execute well until beyond and honestly I ignore stid entirely but it’s such a cool concept to me#and Karl urban as bones was so. SO. SO GOOD. he was perfect and deranged in the best way#Quinto-Spock I can take or leave but I do love me a bitchy Vulcan and he did have that#it’s okay to not like aos I don’t blame anyone for not liking it but I am so fond of it folks I truly am#and I’m not just saying that b/c the fic I’m writing rn for comfort and therapy reasons is projecting my current issues on aos!kirk#he’s just really to project onto and he looks like he’d benefit from ketamine treatment too and learning how to have hobbies w/o stress#anyway like I said I don’t blame anyone for disliking it or erasing it from their fandom memory#but it got me into Star Trek and I’m grateful and if ppl weren’t cowards aos!kirk would be so fucking fascinating in a feral way
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very much at work rn but tiva suburban legends!!! you kissed me in a way thats gonna screw me up forever!!! Taylor wrote that about them x
you were right and i finally made it here 💗
#s4: i broke my own heart cause you were too polite to do it#tony flush with the currency of cool#you'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries???#i mean c'mon NOW#ask#jess tag
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