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ezzydantes · 1 year

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The End of It All...

Author's note: I had some things happen recently that made mortality rear its ugly head. So the following may be triggers or such for some, but definitely angst. For now its Luffy and Zoro perspectives...

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Luffy

You had fought so bravely.... so hard to survive, but it wasn't enough. Luffy had fought his hardest to get to you and Chopper had done the same trying to save the future Queen of the Pirates. The wounds were just bigger than anyone. Luffy held you close to his body... whispering how sorry he was that he couldn't have saved you sooner and that you were a target at all.

Your lifeless body dangled in his arms... How was he supposed to go on without you? You had gotten this far.... how the hell was he supposed to achieve his dream now? He was always going to be King of the Pirates.... but you were supposed to be his Queen. The world had changed forever with your passing...

Luffy eventually let go of you so that Chopper could take care of your remains.

It was a somber night the moment they let go of you. None of them were willing to part with you, but they knew they had to be strong for their captain. It had turned into a bigger affair than expected. Word had spread during the days they were preparing your body and getting everything ready for what was supposed to be a small funeral... just between the main crew of the Straw Hats... but it had turned into a more complicated and extravagant occasion. There was a whole procession of your friends and allies leading your body to the small boat that Franky had built for you. It had been common among your people to be burned at sea. Luffy had remembered the painful conversation you two had years ago about what was to happen should one or both of you die. He had chosen Usopp to do the honors of shooting the arrow that would set the boat on fire, but everyone had placed something that represented what you were to them. Nami had placed the berry you had given her when you learned about the deal with Arlong. Zoro placed the dagger he had purchased to have restored for you, that he was going to train you with. Usopp placed a small diary of his grand "adventures" that you loved to hear so often. Sanji placed a copy of your favorite dessert in along with a cookbook and his favorite photo of you two when he was teaching you how to make Luffy's favorite meal. Chopper placed a laurel wreath... to signify your status as his Queen... and all the fun afternoons you two spent in the fields studying plants and herbs for his medical supplies. Robin placed a copy of your favorite novel, the one you had her read to soothe her spirit and save her from the constant monopoly of research. Franky had hand carved your boat with details of your life and the ones that loved you to include how the two of you met. Brooks had placed your favorite sheet music from the piano in.

Luffy had written you a love letter. It was not something the crew had known about, but the two of you would leave each other love notes and letters in your room on each other's pillows on occasion. You were the love of his life and he wanted you to know that before he had to part with you. Everyone was moved by how sweet he was putting his letter in your hands. Kissing both before kissing your forehead, then both cheeks, and finally your lips. He declared his undying love for you before Zoro and Sanji helped him push your boat into the ocean. He stood there for a moment... taking in the scene before him and trying to accept that his lover was gone and so too was the child that had been growing inside of you. This bit of information Luffy ordered only stayed between himself and Chopper. He signaled Usopp when your boat had drifted far enough out. The girls had surprised him with having the rest of the fleet light lanterns from their respective boats. Brooks played your favorite song on the violin.

Luffy had made good on his promises and became the King of Pirates..... but he refused to take another lover after you.... so to his dying day, you were the only one for him. He had tattooed your name to his chest... right above his heart, a reminder that you were always with him. And on that day a few years after he had become King... he was surrounded by his crew, but it was you who had come for him, rather than Death.

"Hey Lover", you cooed to him as you stood beside his bed. You gently pushed his bangs out of his face with one hand and caressed his cheek with the other. "Y/n....", he barely whispered as he looked as if he was talking to thin air. "Y/n?" Robin questioned as the rest of the main Straw Hat crew looked back at her, "Even after all this time, Captain?"

"Never was anyone else....", Luffy smiled as he stared into his girl's eyes, "I missed you..."

"I've come to take you home, your majesty...", you teased as you continued to hold his face between your hands.

"I like Lover better than your Majesty....", he mumbled as he pouted to you, "But I am ready to go home..."

"Luffy? Who the hell you talking to?" Sanji questioned his Captain.

"I think y/n is here.... to take him with her....", Chopper began to sob.

"As much as I hate to see our Captain go.... he's endured enough... let him go with y/n..." Zoro stated matter of factly, "They never got to really be together..."

"I agree...", Franky was crying, "They were separated before they actually had a chance to live their lives together."

"He was so heartbroken when we lost her....", Usopp sobbed, "I hope they both finally find peace."

"They're happier than you know...", Brooks smiled as he looked towards the pair of you walking off from the King of Pirates now still body.

"Luffy....", Nami whispered to herself as she finally closed his eyes, "Until we meet again..."

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Zoro

His eyes were wide in horror as he watched the blade of his cursed sword run right through your chest. Blood began running down your mouth as your lungs began to fill with the crimson liquid and you began to choke. "Y/N!!!!" the swordsman screamed desperately as he caught your body in his arms. He was immediately surrounded by Luffy, Franky, Brooks, Usopp, and Sanji. They were keeping anyone else from getting to the two of you while Chopper tried to check your wounds.

"Zoro...", the reindeer began to cry as he examined you. It was a fatal wound and he didn't have the means necessary to treat you properly on the field. Even if he had you back on the Sunny.... the amount of blood pouring out of you even while he was trying to pack around the wound.... he couldn't take the sword out because otherwise you would bleed out completely.

Zoro held you tight to him and began whispering in your ear. He didn't want to let you go... he had already lost Kuina... his best friend. He didn't want to lose his girl too. You were the only one who actually tolerated him aside from Luffy. "Baby girl... I need you to stay with me... stay with me, okay?" the green haired man begged, "Why would you do that? That was so stupid, y/n.... I can handle myself..."

"As if I would let anything happen to you....", you mumbled into his neck. You tried so hard to lift your hand up to cup his face but you were getting weaker by the second and speaking was going to take up your energy. There were some things you needed to tell him. "You're.... you're too stubborn for your own good.... so when.... when I pass, you can't busy yourself with training and losing your mind like you did with her... I will haunt you before I let you go down that rabbit hole again...", you quietly stated, "Also... I CHOSE to save you.... so don't be dramatic about it..."

The swordsman actually chuckled at that. "You're gonna be fine... Chopper is gonna fix you right up", he lied. He knew from the look on his friend's face.. you weren't coming back to the Sunny. He was losing his girl and the mother of his daughter. What was he supposed to tell Sora? That he had failed in protecting her mother and that is why she was going to grow up without you... This life was difficult and to be honest Sora was a surprise... but you wouldn't change having Zoro's daughter for the world... and neither would he.

"Baby... I know its alot... but I need some warmth... can I get some sun?" you barely whispered. You felt your lover's tears hitting your face but you were losing consciousness and so speaking was already a burden.

Your swordsman sadly smiled and informed the crew he was taking you higher into the mountains. Begging them to keep people at bay. You knew he was desperate then... because since when did YOUR Zoro ever beg. You're situation was dire... but you already knew that. You had to tell him everything you felt in this moment because you wouldn't have a second chance.

"i love you... I have no other words than i love you and if you ever feel lost...especially with Sora.... You have Robin and Nami. They'll know what to do... and... and she has all of her uncles to help keep her safe. Don't give the cook a hard time, he's your greatest ally besides the Captain..." you coughed and more blood spewed from your mouth,

"You're worried about the waiter?" Zoro growled. He readjusted you in his grip.

"No... ", you chuckled. "I'm more worried about you..."

The green haired man began sobbing. He held you closer to him and placed his head on your chest. Your heartbeat getting slower from the blood loss.

"Listen to me, my Love.... I 'll be waiting for you in the next life...." you were barely breathing... the blood in your lungs becoming more and more.

"Y/N!!!!" your swordsman shouted as he felt the last breath leave your body. All he could do was hold you close to him and cry his heart out. When he finally was able to compose himself he brought you back to the crew. They had defeated your enemies but seeing your lifeless body being held so preciously in his arms was more than any of them could bear.

Your funeral was a small affair. Your crew kept it between the original members only and each one of them made sure to have their time with Sora. When they sent you off in a coffin built by Franky into the sea, Zoro held your daughter tightly to his chest. Hating the fact that your daughter didn't understand why Mommy wasn't around anymore. For the next few months, each crew member helped him and Sora go through the grief of losing you.

Zoro made it a point to train your daughter to defend herself better. He refused to lose her, and when the day came that he finally passed.... Sora had made sure her father knew, it was okay to go back to you. She had surpassed him in his sword skills and once that had become a reality is when he felt the need to return to you. He was surrounded by his crew members and greeted by you and Luffy who had passed a few years after you. The three amigos were back together again.

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Author's ending note: I plan on making one with Sanji, Ace... and possibly Shanks... lemme know.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy

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thatblondeperson · 1 year

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What did you think of the Robin/Spoiler special that came out around 2008?

It's definitely an interesting special. The timeline on this is way iffy. It definitely takes place after Robin issue 174 but where Tim is with Zo and Steph is a bit fuzzy. It's before they had their falling out because Tim is still calling Steph his sort of not girlfriend in issue 177.

And neither of them know if they're dating or not in the special.

On one hand, they gave Steph friends which is a first in a very long time. It's a weird group to give her given that they're loose canons in a law-breaking way, but on the other hand that makes sense for Steph. She seems to want to be a good influence while still being able to relax and let loose and I love that for her. Too bad nothing ever came of this.

It's very clear that Stephanie still has feelings for Tim, which carries over into their collision issues in their 2009 arcs. I think she does genuinely hold those feelings until they team up or hang out and by then she's kind of bursting to the point where it's all cloudy. It's nice to see the traces here because I think it's integral to how the two of them work, always sort of holding those feelings. Putting a pin in them to address later, circumstances willing.

I do love that we actually got an idea of what Stephanie went through in her time away, what she did, who she was. It's a shame they wrote her as having what seemed like a year of growth away from Gotham, and then obliterated it later.

She's helping Leslie, gaining medical expertise. She's absolutely beautiful in this little arc too.

But despite the new surroundings, she's still Steph. She wants to do more, be more than what she is. She's dreaming of Spoiler.

And it ends up taking her away from her new environment.

She is who she is.

I think it's a genuinely sweet little look at Stephanie's character. How she's been trying to piece herself back together, why she comes back, why she'll always come back. She can't sit still, she needs to have outlets, and she needs to help others. It's nice to have a kind of resting point to examine where she and Tim are, and I love love love how it's all one big diary entry. It's personal, it's soft, it's optimistic.

It's a checkpoint, anon, but I think it's a fairly good one. If only everything hadn't gone to shit right after because this would have been a nice, mellow transition into Stephanie's Batgirl run. Allowing her to figure out who she is, where her p[lace is and always has been, and moving on and up from there, on comfortable terms with Tim as well. Not that I don't love the angst, but it could have come from general awkwardness and the palpable tension between them, without it being about distrust. They already had shared trauma from several other places. We could have worked with all of that and gotten a very similar, but less character decimating, outcome.

Alas.

#timsteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #robin iii #spoiler #robin iv #red robin #batgirl #personal #ask tbp

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 years

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A Recipe for Disaster

The Princess Diaries 2 steddie AU no one asked for but that i couldn’t get out of my head!!

On AO3 here

It had taken a lot for Steve to get to where he is.

As a person, not like, “in life”-wise

He was most definitely better off than most, he was about to be King of a whole ass country for fucks sake, but the internal shitstorm he had gone through to become the person he is today...was a lot.

He was 16 going on 17 when his long lost aunt showed back up in his life. News of his birthright hitting him like a ton of bricks.

Queen Joyce Renaldi was his father (Stephan Artur Renaldi II)’s older sister, and became Genovia’s ruler when her father passed away shortly after Steve’s.

She had sat down with him and patiently explained everything to him, that since he was the sole male heir to the throne, the crown’d be his when he turned 18. If he wanted it. That she’d train him in everything he needed to know to get him ready and if she had anything to do with it, he wouldn’t be alone in this. He’d have her to guide him as long as he needed her.

At that point in his life, he had already: lost his dad, learned how much of an ass his father really was (and how much people were glad he was gone), and completely shut down. He used to be the King of his school (ironically) but after his dad died, he dropped the façade and became friends with Robin Buckley, local freak.

It didn’t take long before they were the literal best of friends, joined at the hip and at the braincell, platonic soulmates. She became everything to Steve and even after one bad drug trip, finding out he was a royal (for real), their first fight, and his stupid brain thinking that his old best friend Tommy Hagen wasn’t just flirting with him to capitalize on Steve’s newfound status, but because he actually did like him back only to be caught by paparazzi making out in a boathouse at his school’s beach party…Robin was still there. She was always there for him.

She even decided to pursue her degree in languages at the same college; and not just her own degree, but also took another major in international and public affairs, same as him. Fully intending to stay by his side in Genovia.

Steve loves her so damn much (a fact she says he reminds her of all too often).

Which brings him to today. Graduation day.

Finally, finally, he’d be returning to Genovia. With Robin and their co-parented orange cat named Concrete by his side, he’d finally be returning to the country he loved. That he had loved since first landing there the summer after junior year.

He was looking forward to his 21st birthday coming up in a few weeks, nervous about being completely ‘of age’, and the upcoming coronation, but Aunt Joyce had assured him that he would rule at her side before officially taking over.

“Your highness, Lady Robin, look out the window,” Jim Hopper: head of security, local badass, and great friend and father (to his own kids, and a welcome father-figure to Steve these last 4/5 years), interrupted Steve’s tired thoughts and worries, “Welcome back to Genovia.”

Steve looked up at Hopper, grinning, and turned to the window closest to their seats where Robin was already holding Concrete up by his armpits to look out the window too. Steve loved seeing the palace as they flew over, but now all he saw was two-day old, travel-mussed, blonde hair and the bottom half of a very fat orange cat.

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The few weeks leading up to his 21st birthday went by in a flash.

The first couple days were appointments with the Palace’s medical team, introductions to the newer members of the staff that Steve would be seeing around daily, official introductions of Robin (and her official titling as Steve’s Royal Advisor) to the staff, fittings for his attire for the ball (a maroon tuxedo, subtly patterned with branches of the Genovian Pear tree in a slightly darker shade, a golden sunflower yellow bow tie and matching waistcoat, Genovia’s royal sash and medals, and a smaller crown of his grandfathers who, like Steve, was partial to warm tones than to cool ones. This crown looked like if the circular backsplash pattern of a drop of water was cast in gold. The peaks of the crown were each adorned with a ruby, which just barely poked out above Steve’s hair like a halo), and multiple small family dinners, just Steve and his two favorite ladies (Aunt Joyce and Robin) plus Lord Concrete and Joyce’s beloved mutt Maurice. The latter of the two being sworn enemies.

Soon (too soon), it was the night of his ball. Joyce was to enter first with Hopper, and after her speech, would lead the attendees in a toast to Steve as he entered the ballroom. Steve could hear Joyce making her speech though the heavy oak doors, her voice carrying easily though the hall as if the palace itself wanted to send her voice as far as it could.

To top off the pile of anxiety growing in the pit of his stomach, Robin wasn’t with him at the moment. She wasn’t allowed to make the entrance with him, but knowing she’d be just on the other side of the door and down the stairs, gave him little reprieve.

He was pacing between the two doormen on his side of the door, twisting his grandfather’s signet ring worriedly on his left middle finger. The ring was a gift from Joyce for his birthday, said she wanted Steve to have it because “He would have absolutely adored you, Steve. He’d be so proud to see such a handsome, well-rounded young man wear it.” She had his face cupped in her small hands and wiped away his tears with her thumbs when they made their appearance. The ring was too big, big enough for Steve to be constantly worried about losing it right off his finger at the slightest movement. He is already planning on sending it off to be resized, but wanted to have it with him tonight.

Again, too soon, there was no more time to panic as he could hear the announcement of his name coming from the ballroom.

“Presenting, His Royal Highness, Stephan Artur Harrington-Renaldi, Prince of Genovia.”

At the bangs of the announcer’s staff, Steve stepped forward on shaky legs, the double doors opening before him by the ballroom’s doormen just as rehearsed. He dusts off his old “King Steve” mask and smile from his time in high school, puts them on, and walks through the threshold and out to the short balcony created by the twin staircases, beaming at the gathered dignitaries.

“To Prince Steve.” Joyce calls and lifts her glass of champagne.

“To Prince Steve!” The crowd parrots.

Steve lifts his right hand and gives them all a wave, then switches it out for his left, waving a little bit too vigorously toward where he’s spotted Robin who’s grinning at him, looking stunning in the sparkly golden yellow gown she had to almost be wrestled into. He must’ve waved too hard because he feels his grandfather’s ring fly directly off his sweaty hand.

He turns, eyeline chasing the flight path of the ring only to see it land safely in one of the doorman’s grasp.

The elderly man approaches Steve “It happens all the time.” he drops the ring into Steve’s palm and smiles. “And Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you very much.” Steve returns the smile

The titter and giggles from the crowd subdue back into easy chatter as Steve comes down the stairs to his left, and grasps Robin’s hand on his arm as soon as she weaves her arm with his.

“You must be the clumsiest royal to ever grace these halls, Your Royal Dingus.”

“You’re absolutely right, now every important person in the literal world knows it.”

"You are incorrect, Lady Robin,” Joyce calls from behind the two, who turn to face her. “My father was just as clumsy as our Steve, perhaps even more so.” Her smile is polite and loving, but the teasing smile on Hopper’s face betrays exactly what she is thinking.

‘Those two are just as symbiotic as Robin and I, I swear.’ Steve thinks to himself.

“Gee thanks,” Steve rolls his eyes but detaches himself from Robin “Care to be my first dance, Aunt Joyce?”

“I thought you’d never ask, my dear.” She similarly unweaves her arm from Hopper’s and places her palm atop the back of Steve’s downturned one.

Steve leads her to the middle of the ballroom, their guests parting like the red sea in front of them to give an open area to dance. As if they could read their minds, the band starts a classic waltz and Steve leads his Aunt around the outer edge of the circle.

Hopper soon joins them with Robin, and slowly, more and more folks spin themselves into the dance. Steve smiles at Prime Minister Wayne Henderson and his wife Claudia as he and Joyce spin past them, and when the song ends, it’s like the ice has been broken and the party can actually start.

People approach him from all angles to wish him a happy birthday, and make their introductions, including quite a few members of parliament, recognizable by the Genovian Crests pinned to their suits. Robin latches back to his side, they fend off the “Oh, how cute of a couple!” comments as usual, and Robin gets to flex her dignitary muscles. He catches a few excerpts sometimes when she is speaking to foreign dignitaries in their native languages. Steve feels very lucky to have her.

He’s whisked away soon after to start the part(s) of the evening he’s dreading the most. Prince Stephan is expected to dance with all the eligible persons of Royal descent. He starts with Robin first, just to get his nerves out of the way.. Then it’s off to the races.

It’s really like they all just expect him to be only a Prince Charming, He asks many of them questions about their own countries/principalities or their interests and they look at him like they'd rather he just tell them how nice they look.

The only one that doesn’t fit this mold so far, is a woman about his age named Nancy. Her small and petite frame is definitely in that mold of most of the attendees he’s expected to dance with, but she tells Steve immediately about how she’d love to be a journalist if it weren’t for her royal expectations.

“I just love to get down to the bottom of things, you know? I like digging in and finding out anything and everything about a story.”

“That sounds fantastic, I’d love to read some of your work sometime.” Steve smiles at her and is rewarded with a small smile and blush. “Actually,” he continues “Our head of security’s oldest son is a photographer, I’d love to introduce you. His work is really good; I feel like your writing and his photo skills could be a great combination.”

He wasn’t lying either, from the few minutes he’s spent with Nancy, he can tell without a doubt that anything she wrote would be fantastic, and though Jonathan and he have always been kinda weird, his photography is plastered all over the Palace’s media releases and he definitely has talent.

“Really? I would love to meet him.”

“Come on, I need a break from dancing anyhow.” They step apart and he offers his arm to her, which she takes. Steve can easily spot Hopper from across the room, easily a head taller than most.

Hopper greets them as they approach, “Good evening your highness, your highness.” directing their titles to each of them.

“Hi Hop, is Jonathan around today? Nancy here is an aspiring reporter and I’d love to introduce them.”

Hopper smiles warmly down at Nancy, “Ah, is that so! Well it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Madam Nancy, let me radio Jon.”

“Thank you Mr. Hopper.” Nancy beams at him

“Please, your highness, Hopper or Jim is just fine with me.

“Just don’t call him Jimmy.” Steve stage whispers to Nancy, loud enough for Hopper to hear and shake his head at him. “Are Will and Ellie around tonight?”

“Ah yes, they are around here somewhere. I think they and Mr. Henderson have met the young Lord Sinclair, so I’m sure I will have to respond to one of their messes here sooner than later.”

“Your other children?” Nancy asks, genuinely curious.

“Yes ma’am, the wonder twins themselves.” His close-lipped smile makes his mustache scrunch on his face along with causing his well-worn crows feet to make their appearance.

“Whadja need…dad?” Steve hears Jonathan call out then trail off when he catches sight of Steve. “Good evening your highness, happy birthday.” He quickly catches himself and greets Steve with a short bow, “Is there something wrong?”

“Not at all Jonathan, I just wanted to introduce you to Princess Nancy here.” He gestures at Nancy, who’d mostly been hidden from sight behind Steve from where Jonathan had approached. She releases her hold on Steve’s arm and extends her hand for Jonathan to take.

“Many apologies your highness, I didn’t see you there. How do you do?” He takes Nancy’s extended hand and bows with a light kiss to her knuckles. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Steve watches this exchange and immediately the arrow on his brand new internal ‘Nancy’ dial flops from where it was in the “Interested in Nancy” section, to the complete opposite “Get Nancy and Jonathan together at all costs” section.

Nancy’s whole face and neck are blushing a wonderful shade of pink (Steve can even see some dripping down onto her collarbones since the navy blue dress she wears is sleeveless). Steve smirks and is about to cut in to tell Jon all about her, but she gets to it before he can, still eloquent and in command of her words despite her obvious flustered mood.

“I was telling Steve about my wishes to become a journalist and he said your photography work was very good. I am assuming you are on the palace’s public relations team?”

Jonathan still hasn’t let go of Nancy’s hand, and it doesn’t look like he’d like to anytime soon. “Y_yes, I am the lead photographer.. Steve said that?” Jonathan glaces at Steve disbelievingly.

Nancy nods, “He did. I would love to see what you’ve been able to capture so far.” She gestures to the heavy-looking camera around his neck.

“Uhh..” Jonathan looks to Steve worriedly, who quickly mimes standing up straight and offering his arm. “O_of course, I’d love to show you, your highness.” He offers his arm to her and she takes it excitedly.

“Please, just call me Nancy.” she smiles at Jon and his face flushes red.

About an hour later, Steve is starving and starting to get hangry from lack of food. He really doesn’t want to accidentally snap at someone important, so he sneaks over to the corner where his towering birthday cake has been mocking him, picks up one of the tiny serving spoons, and spoons out a mouthful of the cake from behind one of the fondant flowers.

Someone taps him on the shoulder “I saw that.”

Steve looks over, ready to apologize, and has to look down a bit more than he thought. “Uh, it’s my cake.” He tells the younger man. He must be at least 18, he’s definitely not a young kid. Curly light brown hair, slicked backward on the sides, like a fake mullet. “I like your hair dude, very 80s.”

The kid looked embarrassed, “Yeah my mom did it, it’s not what I would have done but I’m not the best at maintaining my curls myself. Our deal is if my mom does my hair, she does all of it. Style and all.”

“It looks really good, I promise, you should tell her thanks.” Steve says, taking another bite of cake.

“Dude.” the kid says incredulously, “Save some for the rest of us.”

“Dude.” Steve parrots back in the same tone “It’s my cake, I can eat as much as I want.” He pauses for a second, and thinks ‘Reel it back in Steve, you don’t even know who this kid is or who this kid’s parents are. Don’t be rude and start a war accidentally.’

“Sorry, I haven’t eaten anything all night and I can feel myself getting hangry. I’m Steve.” Steve switches the small spoon into his left hand and extends his right to the kid

“Yeah, I know who you are, you did make a pretty grand entrance earlier; don’t know if you noticed.” He takes Steve’s hand and gives it a strong (but somewhat clammy) shake. “I’m Dustin Henderson.”

“Ah, so you’re Wayne’s kid.” Steve drops Dustin’s hand.

“No, Claudia’s kid. Wayne is my Step-dad.”

“Oh, sorry...Wait, is that a bad thing?”

“God no, Wayne is the best. Quiet, contemplative, you know he loves you no matter what. And he’s been around as long as I can remember.”

Steve nods along to what Dustin is saying, picking up a second spoon and pulling out another spoonful of cake for Dustin, handing it to him while he’s still talking.

“He even took my Mom’s last name when they got married. He said that he’s the one joining our family, not the other way ‘round.”

Steve has that much more respect for the already well-respected Prime Minister.

“Plus I heard him tell my mom once that his family are a bunch of sleezebags so he’s happy to be rid of his own name anyhow.”

“Wow really? Who’s his family I wonder?”

“Dunno, never asked him and I don’t really want to bring it up if he hates them all, you know?”

“True, true.” Steve agrees. “I like you kid, (“Kid?? I’m only 3 years younger than you!”) I hope to see you around again if I don’t die of boredom talking to all these parliament geezers.”

Dustin grins a big squinty grin at him and extends his hand to Steve again. Steve smiles and shakes his hand, then Dustin puts on a fake, very haughty voice and says “I’ll have my people contact your people.”

Steve throws his head back and bellows out a laugh, “Sounds good man. C’mon, I wanna introduce you to my best friend, Robin. She’s the coolest, I think you guys will like each other.” He pats Dustin on the shoulder, stepping out around the table to lead him across the room where Robin is chatting with Murray and Hopper.

“Oooh, best friend only?” Dustin asks suggestively

“Nuh-uh don’t even go there little man, Steve looks back at the teen, “I am SO not her type and___oh shoot, your..foot” Steve looks up at the person whose foot he just crushed, and his hazel eyes meet chocolate brown. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll survive, your highness.” the man says, standing to his full height, Steve also rises to keep his gaze. “The fault was entirely my own. I apologize.”

The man is just slightly taller than Steve, and has dark brown, almost black, curls. They cascade onto his shoulders, and Steve has the overwhelming urge to reach out and see if they are as soft as they look. Only half of this hair is down, the top half pulled back away from his face.

He is drop-dead gorgeous.

“Are you sure you don’t want to exchange licenses and proof of insurance?”

“No, no, these shoes were a little big anyway, the swelling should help them fit a bit better.” he grins and Steve feels his heart palpitate at the sight.

“Please, excuse me..” He says, stepping back and to the side to squeeze through the crowd.

“Sure.” Steve says, whisper quiet, but dreamboat is already walking away.

As usual, Steve just knows exactly where Robin is, and he turns to meet her gaze (she had already been watching the interaction from her spot across the room).

The two of them mouth “What the fuck?” to each other before Steve’s attention is pulled back to Dustin quietly saying "Holy shit.."

"You saw nothing, that was nothing." Steve points at Dustin accusingly.

Dustin puts his hands up in mock surrender "Okay, okay, that was nothing..."

A couple dances later, Steve finds himself dancing with one little girl that honestly, he’d dance with all night if he could. She’s a sassy little thing, a princess from a neighboring country, who calls herself “Lady Applejack” with all the conviction in the world (Steve thinks her name is really Erica though). She stands on his toes while he spins them in dance like she is trying with all her might to crush the digits below her own into the floor for offending her personally.

When he asks about her interests, she tells him almost reluctantly about her love for Dungeons and Dragons, but insists that she’s NOT a nerd. He’s not sure what Dungeons and Dragons even is, but he has an overwhelming feeling that Dustin actually might. Steve tells her as much, and she looks excited that there may be someone else here to talk to about her game.

Steve feels a tap on his shoulder and when he turns, dreamboat is smiling down at Erica.

“Pardon me, Lady Applejack, may I cut in?”

“I’d be mad if you didn’t.” And with that, Erica nearly wrenched herself from Steve’s grasp, and strutted off, looking for Dustin.

“I would say thank you for saving me, but she’s the best dance partner I’ve had so far.” Steve tells the dreamboat, sliding into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I believe you wholeheartedly, Your Highness.” He chuckles

“Steve. I prefer to be called Steve. And you are…?”

“Eddie. Just.. Eddie.”

Steve laughs “Well, Just Eddie, I’m glad to see that my clumsiness hasn't affected your dancing.” Eddie spins them in a lazy circle, “I’m sorry I stepped on your foot.” he whispers

“You can step on my foot anytime.” Eddie says, a promise.

They had stopped twirling, more or less just swaying back and forth in one spot. Steve was suddenly hyper-aware of how close they had gotten to each other, and how much closer Eddie’s forehead was to his own.

Suddenly, Eddie’s head spun to look at something. It was Dustin.

“It’s Sir Dustin’s turn.” He says to Eddie in that same fake-haughty tone he’d used before.

“You’re quite right, Sir Dustin.” Eddie says, stepping away from Steve and giving Dustin a quick bow.

Steve finds himself missing his closeness when his whole front goes cold in his absence.

“Your highness,” Eddie smolders at him through his lashes with his own bow to Steve, which he returns. And then. He’s gone.

Steve automatically takes Dustin’s hands and starts up the waltz once again, mood soured completely and vaguely aware that Dustin is trying to get his attention.

"Dude. Steve!”

Steve looks down at Dustin, hoping his calm face portrays how pissed he is.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Look, I know we just met but please just play along here, pretend like you and I both know this is a joke. Laugh or something.”

Now Steve’s just confused.

“With all respect your highness, really and truthfully, love who you love, but the old guys that will end up making decisions for you are not all as cool as Wayne, and would probably have an aneurysm if they think you’re actually making googly eyes at the eligible bachelors here.”

Steve laughs uncomfortably, “Uh, I’m not_”

“You and I both know you were. C’mon man, you know I’m right.”

Steve actually starts laughing at the absurdity of it all. He’s grateful for Dustin, Steve knows he’s right, but he also wants to cry and bury himself in the garden out of embarrassment.

“You’re right, you’re right! Damn it… He was a total dreamboat though, wasn’t he?” Steve waggles his eyebrows at Dustin and laughs again at his disgusted expression.

“Want me to save you, little man?” This time, it’s Robin who cuts in, moving to take her turn as Steve’s dance partner.

“Ugh. Please.” Steve lets Dustin go. “Don’t say I don’t do anything for you.” he says as he walks away, waving at Steve and Robin over his shoulder.

“Tell me everything right now or I swear to god I will throw your shoes into the fountain.” Robin demands as soon as they start spinning.

“You saw how hot he was! And literally so smooth..”

“What was with the kid?”

“I was mooning over Eddie.”

“Oh, his name is Eddie huh?” She grins at him slyly “And what about it?”

“Dustin, rightfully, pointed out that the peanut gallery wouldn’t be too keen on me dancing with all the hotties in the room, not just the lady-type ones. He cut in to cover for me.”

Robin winced in understanding “Oof.. yeah I should’ve caught that too, honestly.”

"Yeah, me too.”

After this leg of the Prince Stephan World Waltzing Tour, Prime Minister Henderson tells Steve once again that “There’s a member of Parliament you should meet.” and heads off to go grab said member’s attention before Steve follows. Murray, Joyce’s #1 and palace scheduling wizard, passes by and Steve stops him with an uncomfortable “Murray, how many more members of parliament are there?”

“Only six left, sir. You’ve got it this.” He claps his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

‘Oh. That’s not too bad,’ Steve shrugs to himself as he and Murray part ways. Someone calls his name from behind him and when he turns toward the voice, he feels a tug at his hair and a weight sliding from his head at the same time.

Whirling around, Steve’s hand flies to his head to try and catch the crown before it falls completely off, but is met with the faces of a very apologetic waiter and a very cold-looking member of parliament who had already saved the priceless item from hitting the floor. The waiter whose tray had knocked the crown off his head is apologizing profusely, and the other man is making what Steve thinks is a very rude shoo-ing motion towards them.

He focuses his attention on the gangly looking waiter. “I am so sorry, It was only an accident!”

“No, No, it’s perfectly fine I promise. I am all good, no harm no foul.” Steve smiles genuinely at them.

The waiter clasps his hands together and smiles gratefully before turning and rushing from the room. ‘I’ll have to make sure he’s not fired for this, that’d be shitty.’ Steve thinks to himself.

“Thank you for catching that.” Steve tells the cold-mannered man, crouching down a bit so he can place the crown back on his head.

“You should be more careful, your Royal Highness.” He tells Steve, fixing the headpiece into position, “someone may try to take that from you.”

“I sure hope not,” Steve says with an awkward laugh, lightly touching his head “thank you for all your help!” and turns back to Prime Minister Henderson, intending on asking who the cold-mannered man was.

Pt. 2 here!

Tagging the couple folks that showed interest on my original post, hope you don’t mind! @totallybitchin, @potentialheartofdarkness, @steddieasitgoes, @princessstevemunson

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04 June 2023

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Canberra 04 June 2023

I had everything figured out. I was going to finagle a way to get out to Duntroon, and I’d make a quick little post about two First World War generals commemorated in the Canberra area, and it was going to be a nice little update before I went to Sydney. And then I got a cold.

This was not conducive to excursions.

That having been said, it has got me thinking about the role of illness and disease in war. Prior to the twentieth century, sickness was by far the biggest killer of soldiers. A posting to the West Indies (the modern Caribbean) was a near death sentence, for yellow fever would rip through the ranks of any regiment dispatched there. The pestilence faced by the British Army in the Crimea caused a scandal in the press at home. You might dodge the cannonball, or the bullet may miss its mark, but typhoid and dysentery always loomed ahead, waiting to strike you down.

By the twentieth century, medical science had advanced just enough that you were more likely to die in the trenches than from sickness - at least until the 1918 Influenza reared its ugly head - but unpleasant afflictions could still strike a soldier at any time. Nowhere was this more true than on the peripheral fronts - Southern Africa, Salonika, Mesopotamia, Palestine and of course Gallipoli. The terrible sanitary conditions on the front line attracted vermin, and vermin carried disease - by the summer of 1915, anything from half to three quarters of the men on the peninsula had some kind of illness, and diarrhoea was omnipresent.

(I promise this blog will not be entirely about that, but the runs are important to my point here.)

Diarrhoea wasn’t just uncomfortable - it had an impact on the combat performance of troops. They grew weaker from dehydration, exacerbated by the limited water and the heat of Gallipoli in the late summer. The island staging bases of Lemnos and Imbros was no better - Robin Prior notes that upon the British 11th Division’s departure from Imbros to take part in the landings at Suvla Bay, nearly every man had contracted ‘a particularly weakening form of diarrhoea’ and were also suffering from the side effects of a cholera inoculation.

These illnesses were not the reason for the failure of the campaign - the plan was fatally flawed from conception, and the direction of the August Campaign had been bungled before the first troops left their start lines - but it does play a role in the mythology of the campaign.

Remember how I said we’d mention Charles Bean again? Bean is a great example of a historical ‘problematic fave.’ He had a clear empathy for Australian troops, and his vision for the Australian War Memorial was laudably democratic and egalitarian in nature. His official history of the Australian Imperial Force is a mammoth work of historical literature. Yet he was also very much a man of his time - apart from his casual antisemitism , he was, like many educated men, a believer in eugenics. Bean saw the ailing British soldiers of the August campaign and saw confirmation of what he probably already believed - that the urban poor of Great Britain had degenerated. ‘After 100 years of breeding in the slums, the British race is not the same’ as it had been at Waterloo, he wrote, and that Britain had bred ‘one fine class [the upper class] at the expense of the rest.’

It should be noted that this was a private diary entry, and there were a great many British men who would have agreed with him - there was an obsession with urban degeneracy in the first years of the twentieth century. Yet the converse of this - the idea of the big, strong, manly Anzac, which was already being stoked by Bean and the British journalist Ashmead-Bartlett - has stuck around in the Anzac legend, and echoes of Bean’s private sentiment remain. I remember being told in high school about how Australians were huge and bronzed, while British soldiers were all short, stunted coal miners. I don’t think my teacher knew they were parroting eugenist ideas from the 1910s; I don’t think most people really think about it.

I’m sure this came out more than a little incoherent, as I’m still on the mend, but I thought I ought to put pen to paper on this line of thinking before I forgot. I just think there’s a benefit to thinking historically about myths, even ones that seem harmless. They all come from somewhere.

And on that note, carrots aren’t actually good for your eyesight. The RAF made that one up to prevent people from finding out they had radar.

#first world war #illness #eugenics #c e w bean #charles bean #british army #australian army #gallipoli

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m4gp13-d14ry · 4 months

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NETTLE : Linnet Marrow's Entry 3

Dear Diary

Like the devil in the form of the snake I have been betrayed. I do not dare to even think at this moment. I can feel my heart tearing apart the ribs that cage it. I can feel each mummur of my blood scorching my limbs.

Medication cannot soothe the agony of my heartbreak - a handful of whatever was in my drawer. I feel as if I am in my own hell. What have I done to deserve this - what attrocity must I have commited for God to find this a suitable punishment.

It is a vision as clear as day - as if it were personally burned into my eyes by Jophiel.

I aided Dr Crane's departure. His escape was a victory for us - we had outwitted those who fight against us. We were going to invoke fear in all. Until *it* showed up. A blasphemous creature. Satan himself incarnated. How could a loving God create such a monstrocity? No being with such long black horns and glowing eyes could be clean.

22 Bats, swallows, and birds alight on their bodies and heads; and so do cats. 23 From this you will know that they are not gods; so do not fear them. *baruch*

And yet *he* stood side by side with it. The dove, tainted by the darkness of such a beast. Or shall I call him ''Robin''. They worked side by side. Manipulating the shadows and possesing the night, they almost tore Dr Crane to dust. Comprehension escapes me. Why would Gods own messenger, a higher being, a luminary of justice - battle alongside an omen of calamity. *He* stood alongside. *He* aided it. *He* is a traitor. His gentle gaze has lied to me. God has abandoned me.

“Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?”

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aquietpeacefulplace · 1 year

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I try and never delete things on here. Even when I want to. It's a diary of my mentality and thoughts.

Today I got my medication. Today I also got sent nudes, that I thought I made clear I wasn't interested in from another trans woman.

However, I feel like a monster for saying, is all I can focus on is how she didn't pass. I'm scared I won't pass like Aly or Robin. That I won't be able to look like the woman I want to look like. I'm scared I'll regret becoming infertile. I'm scared storing sperm will cost too much. I'm scared for so many things regarding my future.

At the same time. I think I can pass. It'll be hard. But I can do it.

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etherealspacejelly · 8 months

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Medication Diary: Day 10

My dose went up to 36 mg 3 days ago. Since then I have been feeling jittery and restless. I get the urge to get up and go for walks or do vigorous exercise, but it doesn't seem to help for long. As soon as I sit down again it comes back.

My chest feels fluttery. I can't tell if my heartrate has increased or not. I feel frustrated and a little on edge. I'm a little lightheaded and I keep breathing heavily.

My ability to focus and executive dysfunction issues have not improved much, if at all. I feel simultaneously Wired and Spacey.

Overall: this fucking sucks.

#adhd #actually adhd #robins medication diary

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berrychaing · 2 years

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Why is cannabis banned in Olympics?

With her streaming tangerine orange hair, executioner grin and lightning speed, Sha'Carri Richardson was unmissable in the number one spot up to the Olympic Games.

Thought about the 6th quickest lady ever, with a best-at any point time for the 100m of 10.72, the Texas runner was supposed to be a significant competitor for the Gold decoration in Tokyo.

However, when her colleagues take to the track for the ladies' 100m warms on Friday, she will not be there.

Toward the beginning of July, it was declared that Ms Richardson wouldn't address the US at the games since she had tried positive for cannabis use during the passing race.

As discipline, the US against Doping Organization restricted her from going after one month and canceled her passing triumph. Albeit the 30-day suspension actually finished during the Tokyo games, US Sports decided not to remember her for the group.

Her preclusion has reignited a long discussion over weed restriction in Olympic Games.

A execution upgrading' substance?

Maryjane (cannabis) has been restricted by the World Enemy of Doping Office (Wada) since the association previously made its rundown of precluded substances in 2004. Things on the rundown meet two out of three standards:

Models 1: They hurt the soundness of the competitor

Models 2: They are execution improving

Models 3: They are against the soul of game

The subsequent go-to people appear to take the most issue with regards to weed, and it has turned into the subject of some late-night zingers.

"The possibly way it's an exhibition upgrading drug is on the off chance that there's a major [expletive] Hershey bar toward the finish of the run," kidded the late entertainer Robin Williams.

In 2011, Wada shielded the prohibition on cannabis in a paper distributed in the diary Sports Medication. Referring to a concentrate on marijuana’s capacity to diminish tension, Wada found cannabis could help competitors "better perform under tension and to ease pressure experienced previously and during rivalry".

Be that as it may, those discoveries aren't sufficient to warrant finishing up pot is a presentation improving medication, contends Alain Steve Comtois, head of the branch of sports science at the College of Quebec at Montreal.

"You need to take the higher perspective," he tells the BBC. "Indeed nervousness levels go down, however as far as genuine physiological information; it shows that presentation is diminished."

Mr. Comtois was one of the creators of a 2021 Diary of Sports Medication and Actual Wellness survey of exploration on cannabis use before practice and its ability to upgrade athletic execution.

The paper found that most exploration focuses to weed impeding physiological reactions vital for superior execution, by raising pulse and diminishing strength and equilibrium.

The paper didn't take a gander at the impacts of weed on nervousness, however Mr Comtois says its other adverse consequences would balance any advantages, giving that maryjane can improve athletic execution "no legitimacy".

Drugs and the soul of game

In any case, there is something else to Wada's standard besides a prohibition on execution upgrading drugs.

Established in 1999 after a few prominent doping outrages at the Olympics, Wada meant to lead the charge to end doping in sports all over the planet. While thinking of its rundown of prohibited substances in 2004, pot was unlawful in pretty much every country on the planet.

"They would have rather not caused problems," says John Hoberman, a social history specialist who explores the historical backdrop of hostile to doping at the College of Texas-Austin.

Its status as an illegal medication was referred to by Wada in the 2011 paper as one reason why pot outraged the "soul of game" (standards 3) and was "not reliable with the competitor as a good example for youngsters all over the planet".

The standard has prompted criticizes for Ms Richardson, yet in addition many different competitors.

"I don't think pot is execution upgrading, or that it ought to be restricted in any game," said David Epstein, the creator of The Games Quality, who's accounted for on doping issues for Sports Delineated and ProPublica. However, he noticed that some at WADA accepted the medication could offer advantages in sports like the biathlon, where quieting and loosening up impacts may be valuable. "I would see a sprinter getting restricted for cannabis as blow-back for WADA's thought that it could help in different games — yet once more, I don't actually get it."

The head of USADA, Travis Tygart, is a continuous pundit of WADA; as a matter of fact USADA kept yearly contribution from the worldwide association this year in dissent of WADA's failure to change more quickly.* (Transforming anything at WADA is "a Byzantine cycle," Epstein said, however he noted with endorsement the association's expulsion of CBD from the prohibited rundown in 2019.) By the by, USADA is limited by WADA's limitations, not by changing suppositions about pot in the U.S. or on the other hand even the laws of the state where Richardson utilized weed — Oregon, where sporting pot is, to put it gently, very legitimate.

Does pot work on athletic execution?

A key paper referred to make sense of WADA's choice for put marijuana on the precluded list is a 2011 survey article by two individuals from the organization and a toxicologist at the U.S. Public Establishment on Substance addiction. In it, that's what the creators express, in light of the creature and human examinations that were accessible at that point, "cannabis can be execution improving for certain competitors and sports disciplines."

#Olympics banned cannabis #cannabis olympics #cannabis banned

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friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n · 2 years

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Master List

Rulez

i've switched accounts, new account is @wheelerzluv

Marvel

OneShots

Medical Injuries | Teen Avenger! Reader

Y/N is rescued and fights with her mother.

Accidental Confessions Gone Right | Teen Avenger! Reader | Pt 2.

Peter can’t keep secrets from the Director of S.H.E.I.L.D.

Cute Nightly Routine | Peter Parker’s Sister! Reader

Spider-Man’s sister is in love with Harley Keener.

Fight or flight | Tony Stark x Niece! Reader

You get into a fight at school, so uncle Tony picks you up.

Father Daughter Banter | Clint Barton x Daughter! Reader | Pt 2.

Clint arrives back at Avengers Tower and learns of your fight.

Internship | Pre-Teen! Reader

Originally you interviewed to become Pepper's intern, though you receive a pleasant surprise.

Blurbs

Food Theif | Avengers x DemiGod! Reader

You’ve learned to use injuries as a way to get out of trouble.

My Love | Yandere! Steve Rogers x GN! Reader

Steve Rogers is confused by your calm nature towards him.

Headcanons

Pets | The Avengers x Reader

How they would react if you named your pet after them.

Incorrect Quotes

Nick Fury’s Car

Bucky v. Minecraft

Jail Birds

Stranger Things

Oneshots

Anxious Cuddles | Robin Buckley x Female Reader

Could you do robin x reader with anxiety? it’s something I really struggle with it and oof having her comfort would be 😮‍💨 - Requested

The Back of Your Van | Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Was wondering if you’d be able to write an Eddie Munson one shot/imagine with Hoppers (Gn) kid. :) - Requested

Hunted Friends | Lucas Sinclair x Carver! Reader

You go with Lucas Sinclair to ‘hunt down’ Eddie Munson. - Requested

Stupid Diary | Dustin Henderson x Reader

Erica blackmails you in order to help save Hawkins from Vecna. - Requested

Love for an Accused Murderer | Eddie Munson x Reader

Could you please do a Eddie Munson x reader. Like a hurt comfort with tons of fluff? or just like the reader taking care of him because of the accused murder maybe? thanks! - Requested

Blurbs

Metal Munson | Eddie Munson x Party Member! Reader

You calm down Eddie with your favourite song.

Headcanons

Little Harrington | Mike Wheeler x Harrington! Reader

Can you do a mike x girl reader where Steve is her brother and sees them making out like Hopper in season 3 - Requested

El's First Cali Friend | El x Reader

Can u write being El's first friend in California and standing up for her as popular fem reader headcanons? - Requested

Incorrect Quotes

Taken Charge

Yearbook

Vinegar

Fsh

Social Construct

Worm

Maths

Narration

Links

Will Byers x Himbo! Reader

Sally Face

Incorrect Quotes

Muggy

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twin-scars · 2 years

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Can everyone stop calling the Duffer Brothers geniuses? Yeah they tell a good story but they raise more questions than they answer and they’d rather rely on what the audience loves rather than what they themselves want to write.

Their arrogance annoys me--especially since they can’t even remember details about their own characters. They have plot holes they have zero intentions on doing anything about, and create new characters only to kill them all off.

Spoilers for season four below

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I feel like it was lazy fucking writing sidelining the Byers, Mike, and Argyle. There were so many lost opportunities to show the Byers and Eleven as a family. And what the fuck did they do to my precious Jonathan? Ignored him and made him a pothead that keeps his thoughts secret from the person he loves. Jancy always faced their problems and talked them out but NOT THIS TIME.

And Jonathan was always the responsible one in his family, looking after Will, cooking meals, and working. We saw none of that.

And he’s not a druggie for smoking pot. A lot of people smoke pot for a bunch of different reasons. Pot is NOT bad. People make it seem like he’s doing hits of acid or ecstasy or something and selling Joyce’s jewelry for crack. He’s simply self-medicating, and that’s what (some) depressed, anxious, or overwhelmed people do, and it’s clear Jonathan is going through some shit. It’s perfectly normal. It’s almost like the Duffer Brothers want people to not like him, even though he’s the sweetest, best character in the whole show (and Nancy too).

I really think they want people to forget he exists, almost. Don’t get me wrong, I love Steve, I think he’s an awesome character, but people think he’s king and Jonathan is horrible because he took photos of Nancy and smokes pot. What in the actual fuck, Duffers? If Jancy is endgame why treat him like this. Steve did some pretty shitty things, far worse than Jonathan.

The whole love triangle is so supremely stupid. People keep calling my favorite princess/badass Nancy Wheeler a cheater and a slut because she she got with Jonathan before her and Steve ‘officially’ broke up, and now they say she’s cheating on Jonathan with Steve. The poor girl can’t get a word in edgewise to tell him to fuck off, she’s not cheating. She loves Jonathan.

How many times did she fight and break up with Steve? Even her diary mentions she ‘made up’ with him.

And why is this triangle a thing in the first place? It’s like they want to water her down into a ‘prize’ for Jonathan or Steve. Nancy is a badass. If her and Jonathan ever break up (I hope not) she should be single. It makes zero fucking sense for her, as she has a smart, independent personality... Steve is...well, Steve.

And can the Duffers stop worshipping Steve? We get it, you like him. He’s super selfish, telling Nancy his dreams without any consideration for hers. And Robin pushes her to get back together with him. ‘You have a Tom Cruise poster!’ Yeah Robin thanks for pointing that out, it reminds her of the time STEVE let his fucking friends spray paint that she was a slut on the movie marquee, then the following fight where Jonathan kicked his ass.

Geniuses? Yeah, whatever. Okay rant done. lol

#jancy

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m4gp13-d14ry · 4 months

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OLIVE : Linnet Marrow's Entry 1

Dear diary,

Ecstacy/2/

The Hedera has invaded my room, and the Jasmine isn't growing as well as I had hoped despite its placement in direct sunlight by my window. The lavender is enjoying its new pot - it's not as if my neighbour really needed it anyways. Tomorrow I must water the poppies and the salvia as my medication is running low. My own garden of eden is coming along slowly.

I have found myself in the loving hands of God. I have been given a new ornament but it is just out of reach - I guess I should say he.

To see such a breathtaking sight felt like a sin. I fear I must scrape the vision from my eyes as it is preventing me from being useful to Dr Crane - I had been assisting him with an interrogation with the utmost importance; and yet I found myself fixated on the strange robins outside. I was at fault for allowing the patient to sober from the fear toxin. My dosages have been limited because of this - my personal collection has brought me hope. Dr Crane must have reasons for his actions, if I am to suffer then it is by the will of God. But I wish that I wouldn't have to rely on street drugs.

I have not told him about my newly found blessing: I fear he may lose trust in me and take away my access to the assortment in the back. I have been free from mistakes for 5 weeks, withdrawal is not a pretty sight. The memory of that night has helped me to sleep without assistance - it is strange.

When I saw him, it was as if the moonlight had became a gentle spotlight that illuminated his righteous path. His wings enveloped the darkness of the night like midnight honey suckle. Even in darkness I could his piercing green eyes. They were the eyes of someone who knew the true horrors of this city - it was almost frightening. When the light hit his hair as just the right moment it looked as if day lillies had blossomed. I lack the words to describe the inferno that has charred my thoughts and soul. He seemed well built, strong, well proportioned. I dare to argue not even Michael Angelos depiction of Lucifer could compare to the stature of him.

I am getting off track.

Tomorrow I will be traversing with Dr Crane; no matter what I must find out more about the dove, I must see if he will bring me salvation. I don't think I can trail him, he seems knowledgable even from a glance regarding detection. It would be best to ask Dr Crane about dosing him if possible - though I cannot rely on his generosity for long unless I sort out the blaze that has grasped my bones. I must find the name of the dove or where he lives, what he does ,what he likes, his loved ones

A feeling of being watched has crept into my home. I am guessing this is my punishment for my means of medicinal replacement. It has been a while since I have found such discomfort in a home. I cannot deny I find it funny that it has made my apartment less lonely. I don't reckon the Bible has any passages for help with insanity but it doesn't hurt to check.

Dr Crane may be the Raven Noah first released but he is the dove.

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Another very long and very boring post!

And Another sort of liveblogging post,,, where I live blog,,, in one post,, yeah! This time we're watching The Village That Went Mad! I'm only watching it cuz of Quackity's character /hj

Starting off strong w/ BBH's character saying "Hey lassie", love it love it

Karl abt BBH: He's roleplaying, he's doing it!!

"All of you guys put on skins"- Karl says and at the same time you can see Dream walk by in his usual skin

HELGA!! MY BELOVED!!

There are catboys in this village

Robin: I am an orphan child Karl: Don't let Technoblade see you... Robin: Yeaaah, I thought about that... (Okay, but the wiki says that this episode is set hundreds of years before the current events of DSMP and Robin seems to know of Techno, which makes Techno quite fucking old)

Helga: He (Jimmy) gave me dunderhead muffin head 3000

Okay, in this episode Karl is not participating in the rp, he's like a narrator, which is interesting! But Karl also says "Suddenly, they all realized and looked and saw, Karl Jacobs started his stream and is now staring at all of them", so it seems he's still included in the story, OH and Miles says "The eye in the sky!" which is?? SO fucking cool! Like they all see Karl and his viewers as an eye in the sky!! Hello??? I'm going insane

Karl: They feel something in them changing, each of them now acquiring a new sort of role! ... They are now realizing they are being used! Could it be in the name of satan? Or it could be in the name of content and Karl's stream, they don't know Robin: No difference!

Miles: Helga I'm with your man Bob: Sharing is caring

Bob and Helga have something going on

Karl:... and Quackity (Helga) is also gonna stand there Helga: Yeah, I will, I will, I'm a bad bitch

Robin's mom was taken from him and his dad was shipped off during the Red-Eyed village wars, so Robin decided to do medical training to save his dad, but he was shot and never found again

Catboy and Robin....brothers.......... or father and son.................family........FOUND family..............

Robin, standing in the execution cell: It's nice, I feel closer to my parents!... (HELLO?? I know he won't die but damn...)

Karl visiting Robin during the night and Robin shamefully looking away cuz he decided to save himself...... It's okay kid you're just trying to survive!!

Catboy abt Robin: What a legend, so proud of him! Robin: Thanks... (SOBS AND CRIES)

Helga, the girlboss, gonna suck off satan

Robin loves rain!!

Bob is being haunted by Helga

Cornelius: It's not me, Ponk was suspicious last round, he knew he was going to get checked Jack: Who's Ponk? I'm Jack, fail rp stupid!

Love whenever they ran an ad and advertise twitch prime and then someone will point out how they're advertising to ppl who already have twitch prime

And the villagers won!! Tbh it's a shame that this round is non-canon, it got a happy ending (Tho it is unfortunate that Helga died)

Now time for the actual canon round!

LMAO HELGA WAS NUMBER 2 TRENDING That's what she deserves!!!

Helga saw something messed up at Miles' house! He used for bait something that shouldn't be used as bait! (Bait as in fishing bait)

Catboy is blind

Robin says Catboy is like a father to him!!

They executed Catboy...And now Robin is spending the night at the execution cell............

Helga: Everyone goes to hell along with me, motherfuckers

Helga doesn't seem to like Robin much cuz she hates kids or something, but she still warns Robin that he'll die if he doesn't speak, I dunno, I just really liked this moment, esp since Big Q put on his serious voice

Helga was killed while watching the stars,,,,,

And so everyone died and Jack and Bob won!! And also Robin cuz he was a jester

Okay, we're done but I wanna look at the wiki rn

The wiki says that Ponk was a descendant of Jack, Ponk also knew from Jack (either through a diary or a word of mouth) that Helga was very respected, rich and had many connections (hell yeah!!!) Ponk even built a grave for her!!

"According to Ponk, Jack and 'Shrimpdick'(Bob) were the only survivors of the village" "The lines including the death of Cornelius and Miles may indicate that unlike what the viewers saw in the episode, the death of the villagers was not just the work of the killers, but the entire village coming together to kill who they thought were 'witches'" "Jack wrote of a strange man made of straw with eyes made of emerald (a description which matches Foolish Gamers' appearance and color scheme)" " It said that the strange man was fascinated by lemons and brought him a caravan of good and 21 'statues' in boats which were possibly the villagers. Two weeks after this encounter, Jack's writings seemed to become more and more incoherent. He wrote about cats in the walls and said that the cats murdered people. He also disliked Shrimpy's interest in his 'statues'. Then, one day, he wrote that he had a sudden urge to murder. He said that Helga was tempting but her husband needed to die, highlighting the tense relationship between Jack, Helga and Jimmy. Jack stopped writing in the journal for the next 135 days, during which most of 'The Village That Went Mad' likely took place. His last journal entry was after 'The Village That Went Mad', babbling about how only him, Shrimpy and the statues were left and that life was good." This all is just really interesting, the whole cats in the walls thing sound terrifying, and of course Foolsih being connected to this story is also cool!

And that's it, loved Helga she's the only character ever <33

Here’s also The Masquerade liveblog, I decided to put them in one post cuz they are pretty short

"Oh, I stream minecraft, don't worry I'm not poor" Hahaha yeah...

Ranbutler my beloved

Oh, a chandelier! Whenever I see those I think about Foolish losing his mind over one that he was making for the beeduo mansion

Karl, about the chandelier: Some of it is just floating... Billiam: Oh, it does that... if you have money~

"No, this is where we have the balls"

Ah yes, Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket (Cumbucket is silent) my beloved

Oliver is from London

Oliver has Benjamin Button disease, he's 63, but you can call him 7 months (???)

Oliver likes to swim and party and smoke

Also, I went to the dsmp wiki to look at this episode's characters and I found out that Oliver w/o the mask resembles Wilbur! He also has two-pixel eyes!!

Billiam: My old friend, how's the business? James: It's... Billiam: How's the wife? James: Divorced Billiam: How's the family? James: Gone Billiam: It's hard to talk to you

James has been going through some shit poor man

Billiam: He streams minecraft Lyaria: Oh no... Billiam: He's very rich Lyaria: Oh! Good!

DREW P. WIENER MY BELOVED

Drew's from Texas

Drew has a stuck of guns in his closet

Drew hates London

The rich don't know what Youtube is

Ppl keep avoiding Drew in the Duck Duck Goose game

They killed Drew first fucking hell

"I can see them through the wall...MENACINGLY"

Ranbutler has a lot of milk... Like a LOT

Stuff from wiki

“Next to arrive was Lord Sebastian, a close acquaintance to Sir Billiam” (So, Seb and Bill are besties)

“James is not an easy person to talk to as he only spoke in short sentences” (He's an awkward guy)

“Lyaria, a close friend of Billiam” (Lyaria is also besties w/ Bill)

(Lyaria and Sebastian and Billiam are all besties, well, were besties)

“they found Drew's head, the rest of his body nowhere to be found” (he got decapitated)

“They asked Oliver how he ended up in the tank, but received no direct answer” (Inch resting)

“Oliver opted to play a jolly piano tune” (He can play the piano!!)

"In the next installment of the Tales from the SMP, The Wild West, it was revealed that Sir Billiam had received some amount of his wealth by stealing from the town's bank, and was wanted by the town sheriff." "In a Twitch email, Ranboo revealed that money seems to not be the only thing Sir Billiam stole. He pointed out that his Wild West character John John said that a brown haired orphan also went missing around that time. This is implied to be the butler" (Bill just steals kids)

Ok, now that’s it! I dunno why I post these, but it is my blog and I do whatever I want

#long post #very long post #Actually I should also tag it as #Lateblogging #yeah

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