early working version is out now :)
replace your lethal company model with a funny hazmat dragon
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when will said it was "strange knowing who it was this whole time" and "he's hurt, he's hurting, but he's still alive" was he not talking about henry? am i insane? did i misinterpret that scene? why are we acting like will is connected to anyone other than henry bro what is Happening 😭
that was henry that shaped the mind flayer into that spider-like form and it was henry that used it to possess will and it was henry's thoughts that will was experiencing against his will and it's henry that he's still feeling because the connection/"vecna's curse" hasn't been broken. they physically extracted the mind flayer from will's body, yes, but his connection to henry was never broken. henry can't exercise complete and total control over people without the mind flayer's power, which is why will has free will over his body but his mind remains connected to henry.
the characters, and by extension the viewers, thought it was the mind flayer behind everything, because they didn't know what season four revealed to us.
henry wanted to control will's mind and body—a complete and entire violation of everything will is. that was Not the mind flayer, and they tell us that more than once. with all love and respect what are some of you on about because you're starting to make me feel like my memory is genuinely broken or something lmao like i thought.... the big reveal was that it's always been henry? they literally say that? eleven, henry, and will all confirm it? the mind flayer was not a separate entity acting alone... thus will has beef with henry most of all because henry's violation of his mind and body is still ongoing... Where Are You Guys Getting Your Information From 😭 hELP
will's rape—because that's what possession is, he never consented to having his mind and body controlled by anyone else—is an important part of stranger things; both to the general plot and will's character. to say that will only has beef with the mind flayer and not henry is reducing what henry did to him and reassigning blame that very much falls on henry's shoulders. henry was controlling the mind flayer and henry is the one still in will's mind. henry used the mind flayer to have control over will. henry and will are connected. the show literally tells us that over and over again. when you decide to needlessly reassign blame, not only are you misunderstanding and misconstruing the plot, but you're also... not understanding what happened to will at all. like, what really happened to him and how that's used in the show.
henry very likely was the one that kidnapped will. henry is the one that will has a psychic connection to. henry is the one that raped will / possessed him if you prefer that term instead and used the mind flayer to do it. henry is the one that will still knows like the back of his hand, because henry is the one that's still in his head. it's not the mind flayer. it's henry. please stop saying that will doesn't have more than enough reason to want to kill his ass. please!!!
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As time goes by I'm becoming more and more sure that I just can't survive on my own. I can take basic care of myself, but the second I have to go to a doctor or do some formal stuff I get paralyzed. I just can't. Fuck, I can barely even talk to strangers in general. Or even not strangers, I can't fucking text someone back if I'm not close to them, it's just so scary and exhausting. I'm becoming emotionally tired more easily and sometimes even talking with my mom about anything is too much for me and I love my mom. And I really need her, I can't do basic stuff without her pretty much holding my hand all the time. I can't get a normal job. We went to this blueberry plantation a few times but I just couldn't go there without her, and now the job is over and we can't go there at all. If I wasn't such a fucking baby I'd go there a few more times alone and get some money. I can't make calls, there's literally like two people I feel comfortable talking on the phone with. People used to say I was mature for my age when I was younger but I never grew up and now I'm almost 21 and can't do anything with my life. I'm scared of everything, I'm constantly exhausted physically and mentally. I'm like a fucking child. I'm scared that I'm gonna have to live with my mom my whole life. I can't see a future for myself, I'm just not able to survive without help and at some point I won't be able to get help, I don't want to be a parasite living off of my mom's money but I don't see anything else I could do. I hate my brain so much. I hate the way it refuses to work. I hate myself for being such a child.
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Something I wrote based off of something that’s not canon in my Kirby interp’s timeline anymore
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It has been years— no, millennia since the last of his family and friends had succumbed to old age and faded away. His once strong wings are now patchy and bony. His horns were chipped and worn—practically crumbling away—and was missing its golden glow. The bright fuchsia hue of his body had faded into a sickly pink, his bones the weakest they’ve ever been. Galacta Knight had lived far longer than he should have. Impossibly longer. He knows.
The butterfly reaper watches him approach as he limps towards it. Its ghostly white eyes offer nothing but an unreadable stare. For not the first time, Galacta pleads to it.
“Please let me die,” he rasps, “I am very tired. The ones I loved and befriended are long gone. With too much time, I’ve lost my sense of purpose. I’ve lost everything.”
A hint of betrayal flashed in his company’s eyes, but dissolved as quickly as it came.
“Then wend and maketh yourself new friends,” Morpho Knight stated, it’s tone of voice eerily calm. Anger bubbled at the back of Galacta’s throat.
“There’s nothing left!” he groans. Long ago had he lost his ability to yell.
He grabs Morpho’s gloved paw with urgency. It’s wings twitch, and mirror the drooped posture of Galacta’s.
“Por favor,” Galacta pleads. “Déjame morir.”
Morpho’s glow dims ever so slightly. Something flickers behind it’s eyes. Frustration? Exasperation?
… Sadness?
“It is not thy timeth yet,” Morpho only says.
It recoils from Galacta’s hands as if it were burned. Ignoring the whimper from said knight, it morphs into a butterfly and flutters away. It’s glow disappears into the darkness.
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today was exhausting - my friend was here for about 7 hours and I just. oh man I love her and all but it's just a lot sometimes. it's probably for the best that we only meet up like 2-4 times a year now (gives me enough time to forget how draining it is so I look forward to it, and recover afterwards)
I don't talk to anyone but my husband most days, and he doesn't really talk. so that's maybe 15 minutes total of talking. and today it was literally. 7 hours. no breaks except when we were eating (but no even then someone was always talking).
first of all ouch, it hurts (my voice is very hoarse now). and also. it's so so so draining. like. we really have nothing in common at this point. but she's my oldest friend and I do love her so it's tolerable... but just barely. these days there's way too much diet/food/weight loss talk, and also she seems to be getting into alternative medicine which I cannot fucking stand (it's one topic where I can't pretend or be nice about it either). lots and lots of very preachy vegan stuff too (I don't have any problems with it, I admire people who can do it, but fuck dude you know I eat meat and that I've said many times that I *can't* go vegan (I would starve. there's not enough foods that would be left. seriously.) and it feels pretty shitty to keep going on about it every damn time. I'm not sitting there trying to convince her that she should really be an atheist or something, because I know what her thoughts are about that and I respect it.
when she hangs out with her other friends a lot it's mostly just talking about all the issues that come from that (they fucking suck). I don't know, it kind of feels like I'm her therapist. when I talk about something I'm interested in she doesn't ask many questions and it kind of sucks. like, dude I don't care about your plants either, but I'm interested because you care, so. maybe try that too. would be nice!
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@gloryseized
‘Wake up….wake up…’
The voice is soft, like a whisper at the edge of her grasp, caressing her mind. It was consistent, calling to her softly, urging her to awaken.
But rising from her slumber was a mistake. She suddenly wishes she could go back to sleep because waking to this reality felt impossible. It was alarming to look around and find herself in a neglected temple that had been reclaimed by nature — overgrown with ivy and grass as stonework lay crumbled around her. The roof had partially caved in, an entire portion of a wall was missing, and this place was anything but her bedchamber, which she felt certain she’d fallen asleep in the night before.
When she moved to rise to her feet, that was when the second wave of panic hit. She was not herself but had instead morphed into, what she assumed was, a deer. It was impossible to confirm without a mirror or some other way to view her reflection, but the hooves at the end of russet colored legs (fur that resembled her own hair color) made it hard to imagine anything else to be the truth, no matter how illogical that idea might seem.
Zelda strugglds to get her bearings, legs wobbling as she tried to get used to…whatever was happening. Carefully had she maneuvered past the rubble, trying to come up with a rational explanation as she walked through the broken down wall, stepping out to a view that was not a land she knew. It resembled Hyrule, but there were aspects of this land that she felt certain were not her kingdom.
Goddesses above, what was happening?
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my mom has been making friends with the parents of my little sisters friends, and one of her closest friends now of all time is this really nice lady sara who is like. a social worker who’s really good with like emotions and stuff and she is also super much accepting of queer and trans and disability issues, and basically she asked for my preferred name and pronouns and basically now my mom has started gendering me correctly to win points with her friend and honestly it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. we just watched a 1 year on testosterone singing voice changes video, together as a group of three people, and my mom had to be fake supportive because of her friend and slowly but surely just cause of how she’s making herself actually pay attention and listen, my mom is actually coming around really good and i’m excited.
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I really hate that I had an adverse reaction to the second covid shot and I can't like, look up stories about other people who had weird shit happen without landing in the middle of antivax horseshit. Now that I'm in Chicago I already want to take more precautions, but I probably would've kept putting it off if my roommates hadn't (reasonably) informed me that they weren't comfy going to the theater for the m9 reunion show with me unless I got boosted. So I've signed up for it, but now I'm anxious all over again. At least this time if it fucks with me I won't be alone...
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