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we need less reassuring people by saying "dont worry, thats not weird!" and more "who cares if its weird or not? its not hurting anyone"
do it weird style. freak it up
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BLAZE 🔥����🔥!!!
#my art#blaze the cat#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic 06#silver the hedgehog#digital art#digital drawing#Sonic 06's weird time paradoxes my beloved#it's confusing and fun#so many different interpretations
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Guess who caught up in the manga
#everything went so wrong so fast in the manga. recommend reading if you like pain#fanart#myart#doodle time 😎#jjk#jujutusu kaisen#jjk manga spoilers#chosoyuki#yuki tsukumo#choso kamo#jjk choso#choso brain: weird ✅ offputting ✅ baby ❌ girl ❌. but who else could she possibly be referring to#yuki my beloved you were too good for gege he did you too dirty
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Can u tell I love my daughter Trucy. Because I do
#marim's art#ace attorney#phoenix wright#apollo justice#pwaa#ajaa#trucy wright#ema skye#klavier gavin#kristoph gavin#aj has been a blast I love my weird daughter and her loud brother and his gnc bf#and cryptic hobo phoenix#and ema!!!#she’s back and shes sooooo cool#kristoph is v pretty too but he scares me so we’ll leave it at that#I love the Wrights so much btw they are. so weird. beloveds#right on time for Father’s Day too hell yea happy day phoenix
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DC x DP prompt but it's just Danny acting like an ectoplasmic Venom with [insert DC character here]
Danny, after spotting a powerful hero having trouble: Oh no! I should help!
Jason "I've-Had-Too-Much-Of-This-Shit-Already" Todd: what the fuck why am I glowing
Danny, covering this helmeted fruit loop who was trying to fight tEN PEOPLE AT ONCE ARE YOU INSANE-: hi :D We're friends now :D
Jason: internal screaming
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#jason todd#danny fenton#dp#okay but like#bonus points if danny doesnt know how to unvenom himself#and hes just stuck in the hero's head#why did i chose jason?#dead on main ofc#my beloved half dead boys#when the bats find out they freak out#like we're talking constantine clark j'onn the whole parade of JLA is brought to the cave#and its just bruce trying very hard not to freak out#“please help my son is possessed by a glowing slime thing”#“... what”#jason with danny: sup nerds#clark: son what is that?#jason: ... a smoothie#hes become attached to his magical glowing friend/body armor OKAY#nothing weird with that#its not a phase dad :/
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Apparently fans harassed Jayden so badly about the price of the cameos that he released this message on discord -
That's heartbreaking. George's cameos started at $50 so why would anyone be surprised that it would be double for George AND Jayden. Second, the show we are all here for and love was CANCELLED. These are two working actors who were let go from Netflix who need an income just as much as the rest of us. Yes IMO it IS a gift for them to interact with us, AND they deserve to be paid for their time.
For Jayden to go from "keep screaming keep shouting" to being done with the DBDA fandom. Damn. Whoever was harassing him should frankly buy a cameo just to apologize. The entitlement of a person thinking cameos should be cheap just because they want one is toddler behavior. And then harassing Jayden about it is not ok, at all. Online bullying of celebrities is not ok. I hope Jayden enjoys his cameos and his fun with George and goes on to live his best life.
#chappell roan was right when she blasted weird fans for entitled behavior#protect jayden at all costs#i hope he is living his best life#dead boy detectives#cameos#jayden revri#george rexstrew#mental health is important for celebrities too#jayden revri my beloved
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snake owners out there - are your noodle children fascinated by the way you taste/smell when you're kinda gross?
I just got home from a sweaty errands walk and have peppercorn out for some hangout time and he's never been so enraptured with his mlems before
#snake#this one's sort of a weird one im ngl#peppercorn beloved#snake owners#also its chilly in here so by hanging out i mean i've tucked him into my sweater
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everybody was very nice on my last post(s) so !!! more cole and manfred be upon you :D
#my arts#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#dav#datv#da4#dragon age 4#veilguard#the veilguard#manfred dragon age#cole dragon age#dragon age manfred#dragon age cole#manfred the skeleton#cole the spirit of compassion#dragon age veilguard spoilers#emmrich volkarin#dorian pavus#EHHHH TECHNICALLY#not tagging solas or the iron bull tho. that feels cheaty#im still not very good at drawing skeletons (can you tell i was experimenting w his head lol) so take that as u will#but i loooooove doodling cole esp his hair <3 wet cat core. he used to be on so many of my school notes back in the day :]#i think i am going to draw them w some weird friends next (basically. sandal and kieran. cryptic boys my beloveds) but we will see !#also maybe something w varric bc uhhh. yeah >_>;;;#its crazy bc i know like 10 things that happen in veilguard and thats it. but fck it we ball >:3c#oh i also had an AU idea too UGH i have so much i wanna draw but ill stop#thanks for looking at my art and also i love you <33
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Concept: Elrond is, by Middle-Earth standards, a perfectly respectable level of fancy. You know, he's an elf-lord, he has plenty of robes with intricate embroidery or layers of flowing fabric, he wears finely-crafted jewelry, especially during formal occasions. He's elegant, but not gaudy– there are some tasteful references to his various ancestors in his outfits, he's got a whole image. He assumes that this is like, standard for the Noldor.
What Elrond failed to realize when he sailed to Valinor is that the expectations for "Middle-Earth elf lord with vaguely Noldorian implications" and "Noldor prince in the Blessed Realm" are two very different things. He goes to a feast and everyone is dressed like they'll die if they're not wearing four layers of skirts and at least 20 pounds of gems and precious metals. He shows up to Finarfin's court wearing more jewelry than he ever would've worn in Rivendell and people still flash him strange looks and ask him whether he wasn't feeling up to dressing up that night. He'll braid his hair in the half-up half-down style he often wore in Rivendell and it'll cause a scandal because– gasp– Elrond had part of his hair loose. In public. Noldor keep giving him jewelry because they've collectively decided that he's clearly been deprived in Middle Earth. He's confused and a little bit afraid, frankly.
Thankfully, most of the attention is taken off Elrond when Tirion is engulfed in drama the likes of which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. The cause? Galadriel showing up in Tirion with her hair entirely loose, and no jewelry to speak of. Her robes are entirely plain. Her only adornment is her unbearably smug smirk.
#silmarillion#silm headcanons#elrond#elrond peredhel#galadriel#noldor#valinor#elrond in valinor headcanons my beloved#the culture shock had to be something#the noldor love him they're just very weird about showing it#this is bordering on crack territory but I stand by it
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this manga is so unserious 😭
#dungeon meshi#dungeon liveposting#laois touden#marcille donato#chilchuck tims#edit: this post was made for me and 5 weird fuckers like me and I didn’t think it would get these many notes#and that’s why I used that tag for senshi#that being said#here’s another#senshi my beloved <3#senshi
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Diversity win: the evil overlord version of yourself in another dimension is flagrantly bisexual and has a surprise mixed harem
#evil Kira my beloved#she’s a legend#a menace#she’s got a weird thing for herself from another universe#we’re chalking that up to an incredible amount of self-confidence#or narcissism maybe#ds9#mirrorverse#Star Trek#French trek#her lil crown#her tinfoil bodysuit#the way she literally sashays everywhere#that woman is THRIVING#I think our Kira deals with evil Kira very well all things considered#nerys kira
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Chin up, darling.
#mine#some of you will be so normal about this#I need to take more pics/vids of myself without feeling weird about it. do it scared etc#tiny bra knife my beloved I never leave the house without her
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More drawinfs <3 the usual art dump
#paper ii#oj ii#payjay#inanimate insanity#osc#ii oj#ii paper#payphone#ii mephone#mephone ii#payphone drawing is for my beloved#sorry if the context is confusing its an au where they get together (and are celebrities) and the drawing is a. tv interview situation#tacomic#microphone ii#ii microphone#taco ii#ii taco#cheesy ii#ii cheesy#knife ii#ii knife#suitcase ii#ii suitcase#theres ocs here which i hope you enjoy reading about#theres more to them though. weird awful lesbian relationship#theres a knife gijinka concept righttt at the end there#and i had a lot of fun drawing oj bathing. he hates it so much hes getting a stomachache from the soap#payjay ii#ii payjay#juice art
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Okay but have we thought about how scary odysseus interacting with the gods /his knowledge about such things it must have been for his crew?
Its well known that odysseus is Athenas favorite, even before the Trojan war. But what does that look like from the outside? Are their conversations in some other plain? Does odysseus sometimes just glaze over and you just have to trust its a god speaking to him and not aome other fit? Out in the open? During the war odysseus was frequently doing really bizarre things on Athena's say so. Bit you also know your captain is a freak and lier so which is it this time? The gods will or odysseus just tucking with you? There's a little wariness there. But it's well known. And been like this forever.
But then you start encountering more monsters. More gods. They all talk to your captain. Your captain stops sleeping. Your go between for you and the captain starts committing crimes against the captain, starts bad mouthing him. More of your friends have died then in ten years of war. And every other day there's a new god talking to your captain. What mortal man has the interest of this many gods? What mortal man can get up in the gods faces to yell at them. What mortal man has the powers to overcome the witches they encounter the power to over turn gods spells? What mortal man's tongue is so gilded he convinces these powers to help them? And doubt comes creeping in.
#the odyssey#epic the musical#odysseus#Odysseus's crew#outsider pov my beloved#But no seriously what does odysseus's life and causal interactions with the gods look like from the average man#Is your captain being weird because of the gods or because he's fucking with you and is about to laugh in your face#It's 50/50 either way and how do you tell#I have many thoughts and feelings about odysseus's unnamed crew#Typing this out I just realized that odysseus's crew don't know how he got circle on their side#All they know is he waltzed into her palace was not affected by her magic and then convinced her to turn everybody back and help them#The conspiracies that must exist around this man#Also odysseus got Athens blessing as a child how did he change after that?#How did eury and pilties feel about their interactions being spied on by a goddess?
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Part Two / Part Three
Ao3
It's 8:45 am.
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesn't mind it.
Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.
This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.
Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.
(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.
The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)
As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.
It was a nice little system that worked for them.
A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.
This was not unusual.
Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.
What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.
The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.
Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.
(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)
"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.
"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.
Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.
'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'
Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.
"Mind if I have a word outside?"
Dammit Eddie.
"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.
There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.
"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "
"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.
Wayne stared up at him.
"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.
"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."
If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.
It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.
They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.
Hopper really did let the kid off easy.
Wayne really did owe him.
So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.
"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.
Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.
“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”
A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.
“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”
A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.
"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"
The Chief chewed on his split lip.
"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."
Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.
The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.
How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.
Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.
Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.
The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.
This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.
The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.
(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)
"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."
"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.
"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”
This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.
Hopper took a breath. Than another.
A third.
It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.
"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.
Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.
“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”
Wayne sucked in a breath.
"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.
It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.
Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.
Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.
He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.
(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)
“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”
His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.
“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.
“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”
Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.
“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”
“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.
“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”
'Ain’t that the damn truth.'
“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.
This one, he figured, was the most important.
“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”
Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.
It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.
Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.
“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.
If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.
No point in it.
“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.
“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.
Once again, Wayne waited him out.
“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”
A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.
How they almost hadn’t.
“Alright.” Wayne agreed.
Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.
He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.
He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.
Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?
Wayne had a feeling it was needed.
#this has like t wo more parts#pre steddie#wayne as a BAMF#wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve#ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol#Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries#and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will#you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down#like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck#nevermind you know the local power plant lol#and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit#your local hunters are gonna know somethings up#anyway#beat to shit Steve Harrington#my beloved#hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself#steve harrington#steddie#I spelled collar color and im not changing it#outsider pov#wayne pov#I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice#catholic wayne munson#jim hopper
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miss when the marauders fandom was about the marauders and not an pureblood supremacist apologist fandom.
when sirius and james’s friendship was a major point and not put behind james and regulus
where sirius/andromeda were the actual rebels of the black family not regulus cus he legit didn’t do shit
where james’s character was understood enough to not ship him with what he fought against his entire life ( the potters being one of the only pire blood family that fought against the supremacist movement)
where remus being a werewolf didn’t make him angry and violent on the contrary made him a sensitive and sweet guy
where lily aka the most important character on the series wasn’t cast away
where deatheaters were actually criticized and not babied. where people understood the IMPORTANCE of the concept of deatheaters and how they exist in our world too. that’s why WE HATE THEM
where ships made somewhat sense. because sirius and remus have symbolism there is something greater about them than just being a gay couple. the moon and the stars.
#the marauders fandom#old marauders fandom#i hate jegulus#regulus wasn’t that guy#sirius black#james potter#jily#jily forever#jilywilllive#jily my beloved#jameswouldneverdateadeatheatee#marauders incorrect quotes#marauders fandom#the marauders#marauders#fuckthepurebloodsupremacists#yall are weird as hell#whatthefuckhapoend
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