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shelbyxhughes · 4 months

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While visitors to the practice were principally there to see the real James Herriot, and were often overcome with excitement to meet him - which always bemused Dad - they were also delighted if Donald Sinclair (better known to them as Siegfried) made an appearance. This of course tickled us as, since we had grown up in and around the practice, Donald and his younger brother Brian (on whom Tristan was based) were like family.

They were a constant presence in our lives, Donald was Jim's godfather and we always referred to him and his wife as "Uncle Donald and Auntie Audrey."

- Jim and Rosie Wight.

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strangersteddierthings · 9 months

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Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

"So," Robin says after they clink their molotov cocktails together, "do we also get to talk about the whole cousin situation now?"

Steve looks across the field, where Eddie and Dustin are defending themselves from invisible enemies. Gareth and Lucas are swinging the finished spears at each other while Erica shakes her head at them, working on a third. It looks like Nancy is showing Max the proper way to hold a shotgun, which isn't nearly as bizarre as it probably should be.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Are you doing okay?" Robin asks.

Steve doesn't mean to making a scoffing noise. It just leaves his body involuntarily. "No. But I'm not the only one not doing okay. Now that we know Vecna doesn't have to do the whole weeklong build up to murder town, that he could get any of us, as any time and he's just being a sadistic bastard-"

"Steve. He'll take the bait. If nothing else, we have to believe that."

Steve looks from Max to Gareth, then back to Robin. "Yeah. Right."

Robin is quiet for a moment, before her eyes flick away and back to him again. "Do you want to talk to Gareth? He was... God, Steve, it was awful, hearing him scream for you. While Vecna was... Anyway, I know you two are like avoiding each other for whatever reason, but I think you can let go of whatever it was."

"I just wanted to keep them safe, Robbie," Steve swallows down the sob that wants to break free. "I never wanted them involved in this. I was so scared that I'd somehow infect them with the Upside Down that I just kept them away and it took Chrissy anyway. It-it-"

"It hasn't taken Gareth, though," Robin says softly, cutting Steve's spiral off. "It hasn't taken him. But he needs you. I think you need him, too. You should talk. Before we drop him at the Creel house. Because."

She doesn't finish, but that's fine. Steve knows what she's saying. They could die today. Any one of them. Chrissy died without Steve making it right. He'd started to work on hanging out with Chrissy again, but it was all surface level. He didn't even apologize. With Gareth he could justify, however shitty that was to do, that he was staying away because Gareth asked him to.

Chrissy hadn't asked for Steve to step out of her life. He'd done that himself in '83.

He can't do right by Chrissy anymore, but he can try with Gareth.

He stands and Robin gives his knee two solid pats before he walks away.

"Dustin, you piss off Steve somehow?" Eddie asks.

Gareth, in the middle of facing off with Lucas, pauses to look around, which gains him a light tap to his side by Lucas' spear. Sure enough, Steve is stalking their direction with a grim determination on his face.

"What, why am I the one getting the blame?" Dustin says, offended.

"It is usually you," Lucas adds, which earns him a squawk of indignation from Dustin, who shoots back, "he could be coming to lecture you for making Erica do all the spear making!"

Steve doesn't approach either boy, though.

"Hey, can we talk?" Steve asks once he comes to a stop in front of him.

"Got some end of the world regrets, Harrington?" Gareth says, trying to keep his voice lighter than he feels. He wants to tease Steve, not bully him.

He must succeed because Steve gives a chuckle and says, "I don't think we have time for all the end of the world regrets, so, uhh, just the one for now."

"We're cool, dude," Gareth says, eyes flicking from Steve to Eddie. The kids know, Gareth told them himself, but Eddie doesn't. "I started it."

"Yeah, but I graduated and still pretended you didn't exist. Which isn't what you asked for."

Gareth shrugs, because he doesn't know everything but he knows enough. Learned this isn't anyone else's (besides Eddie and his) first rodeo or whatever. That there have been other times, dating back to the year Will Byers was lost for a week. "Dude. Seriously. We're cool. You've been dealing with... whatever the fuck this is. So, just, like promise to be around more once we all survive this."

Steve looks pained but before he can reply, Eddie cuts in, "I'm sorry. How do you know each other?"

Gareth looks to Steve, who just shrugs as if to say your friend, you responsibility and honestly? Fuck Steve Harrington. Keeps traumatizing secrets and pushes Gareth away and also throws him to the wolves. Except, this is the secret Gareth has been keeping from Eddie. He sighs and turns to Eddie. "Well, uh, Steve's my cousin. We used to be super close before I started high school. Actually, Steve here is the reason I joined Hellfire!"

Eddie seems to go through all 7 stages of grief before settling into a confused. "I'm sorry. Steve talked you into joining Hellfire?"

"That is not what I did!" Steve defends himself.

"God no. He just went into great detail about how loud and obnoxious and attention-grabbing the current president was, as if that would make me want to not meet you for some reason."

"It was a warning!" Steve yelps at the same time Eddie sing-songs, "You think I'm attention-grabbing, Harrington?"

Dustin, Lucas, and Erica are all laughing at Steve has he tries to sputter through what he meant by attention-grabbing ("It's hard to not pay attention when he's shouting from the top of a lunch table!"), and Gareth just watches on, amused.

After they fight an... evil wizard? Vecna or whatever his name is. Once this is over, Gareth is going to sit Steve down and make him tell him everything, but that can wait.

He wants to watch Steve flounder trying to defend himself from the accusations of watching Eddie just a bit too much back in high school.

Later, as they all pack up and load up in the RV, Nancy stops Steve from entering the RV, ushering everyone past until Gareth and Steve are the only ones left outside.

"Are we acknowledging that you're cousins, now?" she asks.

"You knew!?" Steve sounds surprised. Gareth's surprised, too.

Nancy just rolls her eyes. "Steve, I've been to your house." When that just makes Steve look confused, she rolls her eyes and says, "there are family pictures covering almost every inch of your living room."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Robin pipes in, appearing in the doorway with an angry expression.

"It wasn't really my thing to talk about, was it?"

"Yeah, but did you even check in with Steve? If you knew, and knew what happened to Chrissy- you didn't even ask if he wanted to go to the funeral!"

"Robin!" Steve hisses.

Nancy doesn't look upset by whatever accusation Robin seems to be trying to make. "If Steve wanted to go, he could have said something. We aren't his keepers. But, also," her gaze goes from Robin to Steve, "I didn't want to pry or seem pushy. I figured you'd tell us when you were ready."

Robin frowns but doesn't say anything else, disappearing back into the RV. Gareth gestures for Steve and Nancy to go first, and then he's closing and locking the door behind him before heading to sit by Eddie along the back bench seat. A bunch of shit has been piled there, so Gareth shoves it off the seat and to the floor. The pile of things ends up being a hazard and he almost brains himself while turning to sit down; something under his foot slides and Eddie saves him, yanking him to fall onto Eddie. After some fussing and laughter from those around, Gareth gets seated and looks down to see what almost killed him.

It's a phone book.

Eddie leans in close once they're back on the road to town to whisper, "so, you just let me go on all those rants about King Steve and never once thought to tell me you were related?"

Gareth just gives him his best impression of a King Steve smirk and says, "I would have hate to have deterred you from talking about your favorite school subject."

It's worth seeing the scandalized look on Eddie's face, even as the man socks him in the leg for the comment. "I hate you, man."

Gareth rubs his leg and says, "you don't mean that."

There's a long silence from Eddie after that before he says, "you're right. I don't mean that. And. Uh. In case I don't- in case it goes south down there but ends up fine up here, I just-"

"No," Gareth growls. "Fuck you, Eddie. We're going to be fine. All you gotta do is shred on your guitar and get the hell out. You're going to be fine."

"You didn't see the bats."

"Eddie."

"Fine. It's gonna be fine," Eddie agrees and falls silent.

Gareth frowns at that. Eddie must really be worried, to not argue back like he usually does. Gareth's worried, too, but what can he do?

He thinks about his mom. When did he last tell her he loves her? If they don't succeed tonight, will he get a chance to say it again? Will anyone get a chance to say it again?

Gareth looks down at the phone book at his feet.

"Wait, does anyone have change for a payphone?" Gareth asks from somewhere behind him. Steve turns in his seat to look into the back of the RV.

"Uh, yeah," Robin digs into her pockets, but then narrows her eyes at Gareth and asks, "wait. Who are you calling?"

"I have to let my mom know I'm alive. Just... hear my voice," Gareth says. "She needs to know I'm okay. It's already been too long since last we talked and... after Chrissy she was..."

Robin's face drops into the guiltiest look Steve's ever seen on her face and she produces her wallet, dropping the whole thing into Gareth's open hand. "Yeah, no. Sorry. There's still plenty of time for a phone call before the end of the world. You better return my wallet, Cunningham."

"I'm not going to rob you, Buckley," Gareth says before ducking out the RV with Max, Lucas, and Erica.

Steve tries not to let the guilt well up in him as they drive away. Gareth had wanted to come with Team Kill Vecna but Steve had quickly argued against that. He wasn't going to let Gareth anywhere near the Upside Down.

So it was decided. Max, Lucas, Erica, and Gareth at the Creel house, Dustin and Eddie on distraction, and Nancy, Robin, and Steve were going to face down Vecna.

There was still hours to go before they'd try, with a time set for 9:20ish, since that's the time Vecna's been enacting his curse according to Eddie's broken watch. Plenty of time to fortify Eddie's house in the Upside Down, plus the almost 40 minute walk to the Creel house from Forest Hills.

This was going to work. It had to.

Max and Lucas opt for hiding around the back of the house, waiting for time to pass until it's closer to dark, and Erica said she was going to snoop around the abandoned playground, so Gareth decided to head to the payphone a couple of blocks down the street.

He makes it halfway there before Erica scares the shit out of him by saying, "why do you need a phone book?"

Gareth yelps and spins, stupidly trying to hid the book behind his back even though he knows she already saw it. "I- uh, no. No reason."

Erica eyes him and he's suddenly very aware of whatever Eddie saw in her that night at Hellfire, that let her join the club. She's pretty scary for a middle schooler. "Do I look stupid? Who are you calling." It's not a question. It's a demand.

"I'm going to try and get a hold of Eddie's uncle," Gareth answers, trying to sound like an authority figure. "Tell him he'll find Eddie at his home at eight tonight. I know you all are so used to not telling people but this is- we need a real adult and Wayne's an army vet. He'll know how to help. He'll want to help."

She purses her lips, stays quiet for a moment before she nods. "I'm usually surrounded by stupid people, but you're kind of not one. I've got more change if you need it."

Gareth calls the plant and asks to speak to Wayne Munson. It's a bit of back and forth before the secretary agrees, but only if Wayne agrees to speak to a Gareth Cunningham. The plant must be getting calls from angry locals.

"Are ya really Gareth, or are ya just wantin' ta yell at me for helpin' raise the devil incarnate?" Wayne sounds tired and Gareth feels bad for him.

"Eddie would love for you to call him that to his face when you see him again."

"Thank God, son," Wayne sounds relieved. He must recognize Gareth's voice. "Ya okay? No one's harrassin' ya, are they?"

"No. Listen Wayne, I'm going to say something crazy but please just listen and do your best to be casual. I know where Eddie is. Or, where he will be at eight tonight. He's.... not physically hurt but he's going to need you. He might hate me for telling you this but I had to."

There is a pause where all he hears through the phone is a long inhale followed by a slow exhale. "Mmm hmm. I appreciate yer concern and glad ta hear no one's botherin' ya just for knowin' Eddie."

Gareth is only confused for a moment before he realizes Wayne is trying to make this conversation sound routine from his end. "Just. He's going home. But please don't show up until after eight. If you... if you beat him home he might run. Try to keep you out of this, y'know?" Gareth is just lying now, but he's a teenage boy in a garage band that plays in a dingy bar at the edge of town. That is to say, he knows how to lie off the cuff.

"I read ya loud and clear. I'll let ya know as soon as Eddie's been found safe so ya can quit worryin'. I gotta get back to it, but thanks for reachin' out."

Gareth hangs up and looks to Erica. "Well. Let's hope I haven't ruined everything."

"Let's hope that you know Wayne as well as you think you do."

#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au #my fic #everyone is like “wE cAnT tElL aNyOnE wHaT wE aRe DoInG” and gareth is like “i think u are all stupid and also i havent signed an nda and #i know what my best friend looks like when he needs support and since yall wont let ME go with to kill vecna for revenge for chrissy #(thanks no thanks STEVE) im going to sick eddie's uncle on you" and i think that's very smart of him #gareth has zero issues asking for help when he thinks everyone he loves could DIE

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dadvans · 1 year

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every day that i log into this website and no one is talking about this man stabbing another man in the throat and licking the blood off the knife and his fingernail polish changing with his murder outfits and his murder outfits being rotating unbuttoned silk shirts, wide linen pants, and crocodile shoes, and flirty fun hairstyles and too many accessories, and he color coordinates his soft gothcore color palettes with the pimp cars that he drives, and he only has a boner for (1) murder and (2) a six-something hyper masc baby boy on a cliff he blows kisses to when baby boy shoots his enemy off a giant dam with a rocket launcher, like???

i'm being tested by god

#academy award BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR academy award BEST COSTUME academy award BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY #uncle muscles isn't going to make the next family bbq!!!#(to the corpses) enjoy your mimosas boys someone will be around to bury u soon i have to go wash my hair #SHAKESPEAREAN #fast x #jason momoa

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davidtennan-t · 5 months

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Rose asks the Doctor to go to pride with her! he's heard of it of course, was at stonewall even, but he's never been to a proper pride parade before, not really. never had the time. of course Donna and the rest of the Nobles will be there. the Doctor gets so excited he decorates Wilf's wheelchair spokes in rainbow colors. Rose is super excited because omg he's crafting!

this is just the cutest idea in the entire world - he will fully embrace it and will collect little pride pins and badges to match his ‘best uncle’ badge Rose gifted him

he’ll buy the biggest pride flag ever and attach it to Wilf’s wheelchair, along with all the other rainbow decorations 🏳️‍🌈

#best uncle supportive uncle #fourteenth doctor #rose noble #fic ideas #wilfred mott #uncle doctor

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missingexaltation · 2 years

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So this photo of Eddie's room is doing the rounds at the moment:

And it just adds to my headcanon.

We know his uncle Wayne (aka 'dad of the decade') works a night shift.

So my head canon is that when they're both home (but Wayne is asleep), Eddie practices on his acoustic guitar as its way less harsh to listen to, and Wayne can sleep through it.

He COULD use his electric (unplugged, obviously), but he firmly believes that his sweetheart should only be used for being obnoxiously loud.

And if Eddie plays Wayne's favourite artists (Johnny Cash, the Beatles, Elvis) while he gets his rest, then who's to know?

#eddie munson #wayne munson #there's such a lot of love in this little two person family that it kills me #stranger things headcanon #95% of the reason Eddie is the way he is...is because Wayne gave him the freedom and support to be unashamedly himself #the other 5% is because he just inherently likes to cause drama and trouble and just revel in it #He loves his metal music...but he loves his uncle more...and will always try to make things easier for him #(Some mornings Wayne just listens to him play and sighs because the kid has talent but he has no way to give Eddie the future he deserves)#papa Wayne is the best and i love him so much #stranger things

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btvspolls · 9 months

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Life Update

hey everyone, sorry for being so inactive this week. My paternal uncle passed away on monday morning, and helping with preparations for the funeral has taken up most of my time. I'll resume activity when I can, but in the meantime I encourage you all to check out the brilliant @sunnydaleherald for not only poll/bracket updates but also curated lists of fanfiction, fanart, meta, ect. from not only tumblr but also reddit, buffy-boards, ao3, dreamwidth, youtube...if it hosts btvs content, they cover it.

#cw death mention #personal #update #i feel particularly shitty about the older sister bracket bc i was half way through a massive propaganda post #maybe wouldn't have impacted the outcome anyway but we'll never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ buffy should have won in a landslide tho i mean REALLY #oh also fuffy for the toxic yuri poll *long wistful sigh of regret #i know i know 'your uncle died and you're upset about tumblr polls?!!?!' but tbh he and i weren't all that close #he was a good guy and i liked him! I'm just not being hit all that hard in terms of grieving #im just trying my best to be supportive for my parents who ARE deeply affected by his passing (especially my dad)#btvs #btvspolls #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs polls #ats #ats polls #using the show tags for ppl who don't visit the blog directly #polls #bracket

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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An idea for your Encanto one-shot fic:

I'd love to see Félix and Pepa being supportive toward Mirabel before the events of the film (maybe a little while before Antonio's ceremony?) Because pre-canon!Felix and Pepa were the most supportive tío and tía to Mirabel, and no one can convince me otherwise.

We love a dramatic, supportive aunt and uncle 👏👏

Honestly, Mirabel didn't really expect anyone except maybe her parents to notice, but...

"Oh, Mira, when'd you get that dress done?" came Tia Pepa's bright voice. Her aunt was just leaving her room to head to breakfast, same as Mirabel. Her usual morning cloud disappeared as she took in the bright embroidery on Mirabel's dress.

The dress was all different shades of blue: teal, sky, sapphire and baby blue. The embroidery itself was completely different colours: golden candles, pink flowers, green herbs and hearts, purple dumbbells, red waves, mustard-yellow chameleons, little brown paw prints, orange umbrellas and suns, little yellow bees and lavender butterflies, all along the skirt and another butterfly above Mirabel's heart.

"Last night," Mirabel said, feeling oddly shy. She spread the skirt wide in a mockery of one of Isabela's poses. "Um...Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful!" Pepa said. "Hey, Félix, come look at Mira's dress!"

"Oh, no, Tia-"

Too late. Tio Félix came out of their room, just finishing the last button on his shirt.

Typical Félix, he took one look at Mirabel and grasped his heart with a dramatic gasp, pretending to faint against the wall.

"Who is this vision of beauty I see before me!?" he cried. "It can't be my little niece, she's only a baby! This is a grown woman!"

"Tio!" Mirabel laughed, she couldn't help it. "I'm not a baby, I'm thirteen!"

"Like I said," Félix said with a grin. "Una bébé."

Pepa came over to her, smiling. She peered at the butterfly above Mirabel's heart, her smile growing as she looked at all the other symbols.

"This must have taken you weeks, Mira," she said.

"Eh, well..." Mirabel shrugged. It had. But surely no one needed to hear the ins and outs of embroidery.

Pepa giggled suddenly. "Ay, think you could add some of those suns to my shawl? My Sunday one?"

"Really?" Mirabel's eyes widened. "Yeah, I mean- are you sure?"

Pepa's best shawl may have been plain, but it had been expensive. Did she really want Mirabel messing around with it?

"Definitely! You've a real talent; I wouldn't even know where to start on stuff like this. You're even better than your mamá."

Oh...

Mirabel's smile felt a little wobbly as Félix clapped her on the back, once more loudly and theatrically complaining that Mirabel was growing up too fast and soon she'd be taller than him, and he'd be an old man all alone in the corner.

"Nah," Mirabel said. "You'll have Tia to keep you company."

A rainbow briefly appeared above Pepa. "Ay, that's true," she said, kissing Félix's cheek. "I'll bring you my shawl later, Mira, okay? Let's get breakfast!"

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Comforting Johnny

Stan, trying to comfort Johnny before he and his dad reconciled: “What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there lad.”

Barry, trying to comfort Johnny before he and his dad reconciled: “Your dad’s a bloody idiot. Now, tell me about this talent whatever you’re doing. Also, send me some cookies or something, the food sucks here sucks.”

#sing #sing 2 #sing stan #sing barry #sing johnny (only mentioned)#the best uncles #they're perfect #so supportive #barry definitely knew about the talent show #did you see how intently he was watching that from the beginning while stan had to do a double take #they love their nephew #stan's trying ok #barry doesn't sugar-coat anything #marcus was an idiot so he's gonna say it

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winterchimez · 1 year

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