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mahpotatoequeen · 11 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:
A letter might be a good idea, is all. For Callum, and Rayla too. He does not want to be the king his father was, but it’s just paper and ink, and Callum had seemed some shade of glad to have Dad’s letter. Like it was a relief, maybe, to know. Maybe a letter from Ezran could help too, if his big brother comes back from Xadia and Ezran’s not here to greet him anymore.
(Or, the night before Ezran gives up his throne and is imprisoned, he decides to write his brother a goodbye letter. Just in case.)
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willestears · 7 months ago
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This might be the most beautiful parallel in young royals.
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stevie-petey · 3 months ago
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can we get a blurb from dustin’s pov after they leave steve and robin? like when they’re crawling through the vents and bug is j overthinking i’d love to see this from dustin’s pov!!
of course !!
enjoy <3
"are you okay?"
"'m fine," your voice comes out weak, weaker than you had meant for it to, and dustin knows that youre lying.
hes watched you ever since he forced your body into the vents. again his eyes fall to your white knuckles, the shaking in your shoulders, the lost look in your eyes.
its as if all the life has drained out of you, and it terrifies dustin to see.
hes known for a while that you love steve. the moment you called him for help last november, dustin had known that there was something going on between the two of you. though it had surprised him, disgusted him, even, watching the way the two of you danced around each other eased something within dustin.
when your father left, he took all the light with him. the music, the soft humming of july, the honey and sweet tea. dustin was too young to really miss it, the memories more like a hazy dream, but you remembered everything.
after the move to hawkins, you became someone dustin was afraid of. he would never tell you this, but for a while he was scared he would never get the old you back. the sister who played with his hair when he was tired, who raced with him on their bikes and always let him win. dustin feared that he had lost both his father and sister during the divorce.
but then, over time, you came back to yourself.
meeting jonathan served as the catalyst. befriending someone who understood your pain, someone so similar to you, scars to match. soon your light came back, in pieces, then all at once. a month into settling into hawkins, dustin had heard your laughter from the kitchen for the very first time in months, and he knew then that he had his sister back.
then steve somehow came into your lives. dustin still isnt really sure how, but he did. one day it was just you and dustin, and then suddenly there was steve, and it was the missing puzzle piece neither of you realized you were missing.
steve, who set a spark in you every time he looked at you. who made you quick to anger and to melting. who was wrapped so tightly around your finger that dustin almost pitied him. though really he knows that youd do whatever steve asked you to, as well.
seeing the two of you together had eased an uncertainty within dustin that he hadnt known had been there.
he liked jonathan, viewed him as a brother, but when nancy came along, the old fear of losing you came crawling back. that november, you were drifting away from everyone. dustin had sensed it, but he held out hope that jonathan could pull you in again.
only he couldnt. not this time. and dustin was terrified once again.
until steves concerned eyes fell on you when he pulled up to the wheelers. until your exhausted body gravitated towards his. dustin knew, then, that you were now tethered to someone else.
and now steve is gone. locked in some prison with men who want to hurt him.
his sisters tether, the one she loves, the one who dustin has come to view as his own brother as well, is gone.
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chirpsythismorning · 5 months ago
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When the interviewer asked when we should expect s5 to be coming out, that’s when Shawn mentioned that a little bit of an answer to that might be out there soon.
He actually mentions that this answer could be out by the time the video for this interview comes out, and since this interview was filmed mid-May and it’s now mid-June, I’m assuming we could be getting something soon or within the next couple months, potentially about a release date aka possibly a small teaser with 2025 stamped at the end…
#byler#stranger things#st5 predictions#idk I’m just praying for a vague quick 15 second teaser with 2025 at the end#idc if it’s late 2025 which is most likely#and so they’re just pulling this out of there ass to put something out there#but they have decent amount of footage already they should be able to pull from#even if that’s not what they want to do rn#they could release something vague that doesn’t even involve actors being in it and just maybe a build up of s5 vibes with 2025 at the end#I do feel like it has to be release date related even if it’s small af tho#bc we’ve gotten bts nonstop so just a mere screencap of s5 won’t be enough#it’s also worth considering that they might release s5 in very far away volumes like they did with cobra kai#not saying I want that but it’s possible#that could mean an earlier release date for those first episodes#i don’t think late 2024 is possibly honestly#but I know Maya mentioned in an interview they were like 1/3 of the way through filming s5#and this was about a month ago#so it’s possible a split could result in a serious waiting period between seasons#idk if Netflix is even willing to do that for st though#but I’m not ruling it out!#especially in the finale or even the second to last end up being longer l#we could be looking at a series finale on its own potentially taking up that vol 3 spot#but i still think late 2025 is likely for the ending regardless of how much earlier the initial part could come#also thinking about how they prefer to release the show during the season the show is set#if they can do that I feel like they will
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babytchotchke · 18 days ago
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Once you realize how cheap the monkees show is you can't unsee it
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kaythefloppa · 3 months ago
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Anyways, I headcanon that Victor demanded Shuriki made him and Esteban malvagos during his reign to ensure their position of power, but this actively went against Shuriki’s ban on magic save for her own, and his frequent demands made her realize she was a threat so she banished him and his family whilst Esteban remained because he was already too scared of what Shuriki would do.
And when he found Shuriki in the forest, he knew that he could strike a deal with her to become a wizard without the threat of banishment, which they did, but both of them planned on betraying the other once they took down Elena.
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howbrightthemoon · 4 months ago
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which Bridgerton s3 set is your favourite?
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something about the Bridgerton house hits different....it just looks so inviting like I'd be happy to spend the whole day there fighting over macarons and gossiping about all sorts of shenanigans lmao.
so many great scenes throughout the seasons from the main hall (DAPHNE YOU MUST MAKE HASTE) and the drawing room - I think we can all agree the Bridgerton drawing room is the definition of comfort.
then....Polin's bedroom...cause I am literally stuck here.
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only-lonely-stars · 7 months ago
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The Gift of New Life
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Zane had sacrificed himself to save all of Ninjago from the Overlord. Pixal didn't go to his funeral. Instead, she went to the factory floor. Zane, of course, didn't stay dead, but how he lived afterwards is yet a mystery... Here is one possible story of his rebirth. aka, "How Zane Defied Death (the first time)"
Anyone who said "time flies" was wrong; Pixal had never felt time move so slowly. It had only been one week since the end of the Overlord's second attempt to conquer Ninjago, but the world had changed immeasurably, and no less with the loss of Zane. As she thought about it, Pixal's half of a heart hurt. The very one who had given her his heart was gone– cast into oblivion– dead and buried. Even the memorial service was too painful for her. Instead, she stayed in Borg Tower and watched as the Ninja said their last words to their beloved steel friend.
"You are Zane, a droid like me. What does Zane stand for?"
"I stand for peace, freedom, and courage." How long it had been since Pixal heard those first words. They almost felt like she was hearing them again.
"Your hardware is outdated, and your processor is slow and incompatible." Pixal once didn't know how beautiful Zane's differences were; once, she mindlessly followed her code, not her heart.
"Why are you so different?" If only she could hear that voice speak to her again. She turned from the window with an unnecessary sigh (no droid could need air) and looked toward Borg's computer. There, on the screen, was a camera feed from the day she met Zane. Hadn't it been blank just minutes before?
"We're all different, but I don't feel so different around you." Pixal gasped and ran to the computer.
"I wasn't recalling that voice! Zane, is that you?" Was he here, with her, somehow? She had always known him to perform small miracles.
"You are vital to me." There it was, the voice speaking again.
"You are vital to me," she replied, quiet. "Are you… here?"
"I shall see you again," the videos replied, before switching to a view of the nindroid assembly line. Pixal nodded before running to the elevator and slamming the call button. As she descended within it, she hardly dared to breathe. As soon as the elevator doors opened, she bolted out onto the conveyor belt, watching as the robotic machines turned their eerily human heads toward her. She held her breath, waiting for a signal.
"Are we compatible now?"
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Clank, clank, clank– the sound of a hammer rang throughout the factory. Three weeks had passed in a flash, so unlike before, but this time the distorted passage of time was a good thing. Pixal had been working non-stop trying to rebuild Zane's body, while he worked from inside the digital systems of Borg Industries to reconstitute his mind. A few small memories were lost, like Cole's favorite type of cake, but he was alive and intact, so it was good enough. Pixal had run a diagnostic on him at the beginning of the process, and she shuddered at the cold feeling that sprung up along her spine at the thought of Zane's untimely end. How awful that had been…
"Have you finished it, Pixal?" Zane's voice echoed from speakers, with a camera trained on her to act as his eyes.
"Oh, yes! It's all in place. I just need to finish the chestplate."
"Wonderful." Zane smiled, and despite him being the Ninja of Ice, it was like sunshine on a spring day (in Pixal's unbiased, logical opinion). She gave the hammer one final strike before putting it aside.
After fastening the plate to his new titanium body, Pixal turned to the computer, where a digital avatar of Zane waited. "Are you ready, Zane? You can commence the upload at any time."
"Yes, let's begin. Thank you, Pixal." Zane's avatar fizzled out immediately after.
A robotic voice echoed loudly in Pixal's ears. WARNING. Certain files are incompatible with newer BorgTech™ systems and may not properly align. Commence upload anyway? Pixal shook her head and pressed a button.
"Upload will commence in 3… 2… 1… Do not disconnect the power source."
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Aquamarine eyes flickered to life as a viewscreen displayed diagnostics. A titanium body sat up, creaking from its newness. A hand stretched out. "Pixal…?"
"Zane. Welcome back." Pixal took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "I have missed you."
"I have… missed you too, but I cannot remember why… Was I gone?" Zane blinked owlishly at her.
"Do you not remember it, Zane? You sacrificed yourself in order to freeze the Overlord." Pixal took Zane's other hand. "You saved everyone, including me."
Zane shook his head. "I feel out of sorts. It must have been the upload. I do not think this disorientation will last very long."
"I am inclined to agree with you. We should go meet with the Ninja and tell them the good news– they have not yet been informed of our project, in case something went wrong." While she did not say it, Pixal's fears were palpable; if they had failed, how would she have told them their brother was gone a second time?
Zane nodded. "Let us be glad it succeeded." He took Pixal's hand, and a pleasant staticky feeling ran up Pixal's arm. She smiled, but Zane's returning grin was short-lived. "I cannot remember some things, Pixal. Some of my memory files are missing or corrupted. I am concerned that perhaps the upload was not as successful as we thought it was."
Pixal's eyes widened. "You have more missing memories? What is the magnitude of their severity?"
"I do not think they are severe at the moment, but they may worsen. I am afraid only time will tell if they are resolved. We should meet my brothers and tell them; perhaps Jay or Nya can help." Zane sighed– to Pixal's ears, it seemed oddly mechanical.
"Very well, then. Shall we go?" Pixal held her hand out to Zane, who took it with a smile.
"We shall." Moments later, his vision turned black, consciousness lost.
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Zane blinked rapidly, his new eyes flickering slightly as he came to full consciousness. He looked around frantically, spotting Pixal shut down in a corner. "Pixal!"
"Hey, tin can, you're awake! Welcome to my humble abode," an unfamiliar voice called.
As Zane looked around, he saw no identifying markings of any kind; only the walls of a warehouse. He tried to stand, only to find that his hands were tied to a post, making that impossible without help. "Who are you?" He struggled against his bindings.
"That's not gonna work, buddy. You're well and truly stuck there." The stranger approached, remaining half-clad in shadow. Only half his face was visible, the other half obscured by a bandanna and an eyepatch with a telescoping lens. A wide-brimmed hat cast long shadows on his face, belying creases on his face. "Besides, we wouldn't want you getting hurt. You're worth an awful lot of money."
"You kidnapped us? Do you not know who we are?" Zane protested.
"Of course I do! That's the point. Too bad you're easier to transport in hibernate mode; you're such a bundle of joy to talk to." The man stepped closer. "I suppose it doesn't matter anyway; I can just switch you off."
"Don't do it!" Zane shouted, trying to lean away. "What have you done to Pixal?"
"Nothing that can't be undone," the man said with a chuckle. "Same with you." With those final words, he reached out; Zane shut his eyes tightly, and then he felt no more.
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Pixal blinked several times and sat up, raising her head to look around her. In front of her stood Zane, looking frightened for his life. "Zane? What happened?" She shook her head. "It seems I have been hard reset. Do you know who did this?"
"It was a stranger, Pixal. I do not know his name. He did the same to me." Zane kneeled before her, a hand resting on her cheek. "He has taken us hostage. My global positioning system says we are currently off the eastern coast of the mainland, on an unmarked island."
Pixal nodded and looked around. "Where are we? Some sort of holding cell?"
"We are in the back of a truck, I believe. It has not moved for some time." Zane glanced at the door. "I cannot access my elemental powers at all, and I am unarmed; with my neural drive's current state, I am also unable to open the door. We are trapped." He looked back to Pixal, a deep frown upon his artificial features. "I am terribly sorry you were dragged into this."
"Do not apologize, Zane. It was unavoidable, and I would have it no other way. I am glad I am with you." Pixal smiled sadly, taking Zane's hand in her own. "After all, we are compatible."
Zane smiled. "Yes, we are." As if to punctuate his statement, a loud thump occurred against the wall of the truck. "It seems we are not alone."
A voice rang out, muffled by the truck walls. "Gah, stupid cultists! Can't even carry crates right! This deal had better be worth it."
Pixal locked eyes with Zane. "How is your neural drive? I hesitate to believe we will be alone for long."
Zane shook his head. "It is in a bad state. I seem to have even more corrupted files. It will take a long time to dredge the backups from my hard drive."
Pixal frowned. "It will have to do for now."
The voice outside the truck shouted again. "Hey, watch it! That's valuable cargo, straight from Stiix!" It paused, then took a different tone. "Ah, Chen. There you are."
A whiny voice shouted in return. "There you are, Ronin! Do you have the robot?"
"Yes, I have the nindroid," the first– likely Ronin– responded.
"Let me see him!" the whiny voice, which must belong to Chen, shouted. "I need to know you kept your deal!"
"Hey, hold it," Ronin responded. "Give me the money first."
"Yes, yes," Chen replied, his tone off-handed. "Clouse, give him the money. I want to see the prize!"
"I brought Borg's droid too. The nindroid's smitten with her. You never know how helpful it is to have a bargaining chip."
"Yes, you're right! Clouse, add an extra three hundred for her. It's a pleasure doing business with you, Ronin."
"Yeah. A pleasure." The voices fell silent, and Pixal nodded at Zane.
"Here's our chance," Pixal whispered.
Zane nodded and stood, helping her stand up too. "We won't get a second. Ready?"
"Ready." The two of them stood apart, ready to fight. A minute later, the door creaked open, and Pixal launched herself at the men opening the door. After landing a kick, a man with a sort of telescoping eyepatch grabbed her foot and threw her onto her back.
"You're a feisty one, huh sweetheart? Careful, don't hurt yourself," the man snarked.
Pixal sat herself up abruptly and pushed herself back. After managing to stand, she glanced at Zane, only to find him frozen. "Zane…?"
Zane shook his head rapidly, looking confused. "What is going on? Did I miss something?"
Pixal's eyes widened. "Oh, no. Your neural drive!"
The man in the hat laughed harshly and turned to a man next to him with facial hair and a large purple boa. "Well isn't that handy. Look, Chen. He can't even fight you off! I'd say that's a deal for you."
Chen laughed. "Yes, yes, you're right! Clouse, get our men to take them to their cells!" Another man, this one with a greasy mustache and slicked hair, nodded and gestured to several tattooed men wearing skulls, who entered the truck. Pixal edged away from them with Zane, but they hit a wall and the men grabbed them by the arms.
"Zane!" Pixal called frantically, struggling unsuccessfully to free herself. "You must fight back!"
Zane shook his head and pulled his arms free, only to have another man pin them. "My d-defensive programs are not respon-ponding! I-I-I-I am unable to fight th-th-them!" His voice glitched painfully, displeasure evident on his face. The men wrenched his arms behind him and began marching him out of the truck. "Pixal!"
Pixal stared in horror as her own captors marched her in the same direction. As Zane glitched erratically, she tried to defend herself, but she could only watch as they were brought to two identical cell doors. Zane was thrown in the right, and she in the left.
Zane shouted as he was thrown against a wall and shackled. His captors immediately slammed and locked the door, as Pixal was locked in her own. "I am unharmed. Are you?"
Pixal ran to the window connecting their cells and shook her head. "I am as safe as I can be. You are shackled, Zane!"
"Yes," he replied with displeasure. "I will be able to cut them, I believe, but not any time soon. The saw in my arm will suffice."
Pixal nodded. "Very well." As soon as she said that, the door to her cell slammed open, revealing more of the tattooed men. She gasped and backed up to the wall, frantically searching for an opening for escape, yet finding none. "Do not touch me!"
The mustached man approached from the back of the group and grinned. "I find it difficult to see the power behind your words, robot."
"I said, don't touch me," Pixal exclaimed. "I am a droid, and I can defend myself!"
"Well, that poses a problem," the man simpered. "But that can be remedied." He gestured to her. "You know what to do." With that, the men advanced.
"Stop!" Pixal held out her arms in protest, only for the men to encircle her and remove her arms at the shoulder sockets. Red warnings flashed across her visual interface.
"Pixal!" Zane exclaimed, pulling uselessly against his chains. "What are they doing to you?"
"T-they are disconnecting my body!" Pixal replied. "They have taken my arms- You can't take that ou-" Her voice cut off abruptly.
"PIXAL!" Zane cried, but there was no response other than simpering laughter.
"My mistake. I seem to have removed her neural drive. Such a pity for that beautiful body to be useless." The mustached man came to the window. "Let this be a lesson, nindroid. Fighting back will only result in pain."
Zane shook his head. "You can't do this."
"You misunderstand, nindroid. I can, and I will." With that, the man stepped away.
Zane shook his head, his eyes falling to the floor as he uselessly tried to sob. His digital breath hitched, and he almost laughed; they had forgotten to add tear ducts to his new body. A fresh wave of emotion washed over him, pushing against his skull, and warnings flared across his vision. Warning: intense emotional experience will increase file corruption. Calm down. Zane laughed emptily and continued to silently sob, the warnings multiplying. It didn't matter that his files were slowly corrupting and disappearing; Pixal was gone, and nobody even knew he was alive again. There would be no rescue for him. He hung his head as his eyes closed, the warnings dyeing his vision red. Let him forget; it would hurt less.
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eclecticmuses · 2 years ago
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- Leopold Fitz, through season 3A
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musclesandhammering · 10 months ago
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The way the director/writer for Loki season 1 & the Quantumania creators explain the multiverse is completely different from the way it’s explained in Loki season 2 & Multiverse of Madness and I’m so damn confused.
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imminent-danger-came · 2 years ago
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On god just found the worst review of Lego Monkie Kid season 2. And I quote, “There are things from season one that are established for sure and referenced and capitalized on—but I feel like there’s just a little bit too much of that going on if that makes sense. I couldn’t help but feel like this was kind of a continuation to season one as opposed to its own storyline and it’s own season.”
Girl???? You mean it has an overarching plot????????????????
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spacedlexi · 1 year ago
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is anybody else out there still creating twdg fanworks 😭📢 where is everyone please dont say reddit i cant go back there
#im gods bravest little soldier for following fandom tags but its rough in there#guess i should specifically say where are the twdg fans who didnt hate violet#sometimes i remember how homophobic (and racist?? in the lee and clem game??) people were during s4 (and still are on reddit/yt) and think:#maybe i should stop looking and just let the cool people find me#go knocking on enough doors and the devil may answer#but i want to see fanart 🥺#was only Slightly surprised by the misogyny because this is clems game series but hoo boy the misogyny towards violet......#ive gotten used to how quiet it is i gotta remind myself a dead fandom is better than an annoying one 💀burning shores reminded me of that#so hard being a wlw in video game spaces please where are my other wlw video game enjoyers i need to find u 😭#gotta draw some more ellie to lure them in like an angler fish#im honestly surprised how dead twdg seems to be esp with the way the final season ended?? its set up so well for fanworks??#theres a lot of unaccounted for time even before clem got to the school. and its set up that their lives could be anything now#is it just because people were burned so hard by seasons 2 and 3 that a lot of people just didnt even play 4??#or maybe they didnt even know s4 was un-cancelled??#because i know theres a lot of people who stopped after 3#but 4 is such a return to form. its like the other side of the coin to s1 for me. like if s1 was more hopeful instead of dreadful#it is Such a love letter to s1 honestly. imagine if telltale didnt shut down in the middle of production and they got a full budget.....#sometimes i imagine it... s4 with a full 5 episodes??? in my dreams. literally.#oof this turned into a ramble im just fandom lonely#twdg#it speaks
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stevie-petey · 3 months ago
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Hey m! I know you're writing a bonus chapter right now (which I'm so excited for!!!) but I had a blurb idea of you're still doing em. When the Byers move and after all the goodbyes are said. Jonathan's pov driving away from bug and all these emotions and memories coming back. Maybe a little insight on some of the conflicted feelings about bug because we know there's a little something brewing there. Or maybe not and I'm just delusional and in love with Jonathan who knows.
anon i am also in love with jonathan and ur not at all delusional <333 everything is intentional !!
enjoy !
"'come again soon'," will reads aloud the hawkins sign, the goodbye it bids to its visitors. except will had never been a visitor, he had grown up in this town his entire life. will shakes his head, he cant believe theyre really leaving. "think we ever will come back here?"
jonathan eyes dont leave the road. he refuses to look at the sign they pass. he doesnt look back in his mirror to watch it fade into the distance. he has to look forward. look ahead. not back.
"sure, yeah." he responds to his brother. like will, jonathan also cant believe theyre really leaving. this is where they grew up, and the horrors they faced cant erase that. "i mean, hawkins is our home, ya know?"
home. jonathan knows that the word is your favorite within the english language. for a long time, he didnt understand how it could be. it was just a house. just four walls and a roof.
then, one day, jonathan understood.
will nods, he doesnt say anything else. instead, he turns to watch the landscape fly past his window. the radio in the car has one of jonathans tapes playing softly. neither boy speaks. the memories each of them posses settle in the car. they get lost in their own thoughts.
jonathan thinks about nancy. their kiss goodbye still lingers on his lips. with every mile he drives, he can feel the distance between them grow and the tension within his chest tighten. jonathan loves her with such a ferocity that terrifies him. hes weak for nancy. she guides him, steadies him, and he doesnt know what hes going to do without her.
no one has ever understood how nancy and jonathan fell for one another. not even you, despite how well you know them both.
if hes being honest, jonathan doesnt quite understand how it happened, either. all he knows is that one day nancy walked into his life and everything sharpened. his senses were heightened.
loving nancy wheeler was like walking into a thunder storm knowing the lightning will kiss your skin instead of singeing it.
to love nancy wheeler was to be invincible. she makes jonathan braver, more cunning, she pushes him to be better. to be bolder. she would never let him drown in his own silence.
but this love is also rough, it is hard with edges that sometimes puncture jonathans skin. everything to nancy is a challenge. its how she views the world; its how she views everything around her.
suddenly the tape pauses, changes to the next song, and the soft beginning notes of these days by the cure plays.
jonathan smiles.
he discovered the song when he had been laying on his bedroom floor with you next to him. his dad had left behind old tapes. you showed up on the byers doorstep as you always did, and that day had been one of jonathans quiet days. they happened sometimes, following the divorce.
you never asked why, or for jonathan to speak when he didnt want to. never had you ever pushed him. instead you laid next to jonathan on the floor and listened to music together. your hair tickled his face, your hand skimmed his, and jonathan breathed in the scent of his best friend.
the song floated through the room. you seemed to like it, jonathan remembers you closing your eyes and humming along to it. from the very beginning of your relationship, jonathan knew that music was something you didnt want to talk about. it was something that was only yours, and he never pushed you. the acceptance went both ways.
as you were humming, jonathan turned his head to face you. his breath had caught in his chest, he felt as if he had been knocked down. the afternoon suns rays painted your face, illuminating you. the yellow gold of the light made you look like a marble statue jonathan had learned about in class last year. angelic, soft, a work of art.
jonathan knew he loved you the day you called his name on weathertop hill. the dandelions had framed your face, caught in your hair, and the yellow ones danced around your ankles. your smile had been the same as it is now, a year later and still just as delicate.
loving you was soft, easy. for jonathan, loving you was something he didnt know how to not do. sometimes it felt like he was born to love you, to understand the complexities behind your eyes and the hurt you masked. just as you do for him.
it strikes jonathan then, how differently he loves you and nancy.
for you, love is safe, warm, familiar.
for nancy, love is complex, gritty, all encompassing.
and now jonathan will be thousands of miles apart from the two of you.
nancy has always loved a challenge. youve always loved familiarity.
jonathan wonders how this will end.
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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year ago
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random life photos from the past few months
#context/explanations given here in the tags now since photo captions are no longer a thing#(from top left to right) image 1: was on a very long drive and had to pull over somehwere to use the bathroom and stretch my achy legs and#stuff but the little parking lot had a cool patch of flowers! .. image 2: LORGE potato chip. featruing my beautiful boy borgy.. a potato#himself..#image 3: one of my favorte types of flowers. these little blue/periwinkle colored ones#image 4: costume idea that was kind of okay but ALL of the images turned out absolutely terrible and just did not photograph#well so.. I have like.. ONE image of it that I took on my phone just to document lol#image 5: GIANT FERERRO ROCHER!!! though it's hollow in the middle which is stinky lol.. It's still fun.. love Orbs.. I liked to throw#it in the air and catch it probably more than I liked eating it lol#image 6: a boiled egg with garlic powder and pepper and some bacon and green onions. nice little snack#image 7: one of the many 6 leaf clovers I found so far this year? I found a lot over the course of a month andnow I'm back to not finding a#any. I wonder if something about it is seasonal? Like clovers are most in the growth spurt phase (with some mutuations popping up in the gr#up as it rapidly blooms or something) during a certain month and then after that they kind of die down for the season. Like I wonder if#there's a prime timing to look for mutated clovers? I can still find the 4 leafs now but for a while there I was just finding 5-6 leaf and#even a 7 leaf all over the place. Now it seems muc hmore rare again.#image 8: a little spot of rainbow on the planks outside#image 9: gjhghj I can't grill in my apartment because the fire alarm is too sensitive so sometimes I move#to a patio space outside and set up my goofy little griddle to make asparagus in a tiny cramped outdoor space hhjk#image 10: GOOSE!! spotted whilst on a walk. I rarely see them out in the wild so I wonder where they came from?#photo diary
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maniacalmole · 1 year ago
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I'VE. WRITTEN. THIS.
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limoneads · 2 years ago
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ah yes. the bi-annual urge to completely rewatch teen wolf.......
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