It will be harder for you to remember. Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.
- Christopher Buehlman, Between Two Fires
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everyone stop talking to me, i am fighting for my life!!! 🫠🫠
(sorry to my moots, i am clearly going through it and i fear i won't be stopping any time soon)
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favorite will fic ever:
I Didn't Know There Were Wizards In California — they Understand will and his conflicts to an almost scary degree. like.. they're just a Supreme Understander and Knower i say. reading this will make you see so much in a different light that tbh i don't think there's any going back. you're just Changed afterward. there's the will you thought you knew before you read this fic and the will you came to realize was always there after you read this fic. i don't know how to say it other than This Is Will Byers And His Story.
favorite mike fic ever:
It's Still Raining — jesus fucking christ. this is mike. his emotions, his thought processes, his actions, his relationships with other people, his dialogue... everything is just so mike it's actually unreal. this is also the most accurate depiction of his will-specific devotion ever methinks, and how he manages to know everything and nothing all at the same time. mike trying to drag them both to a gate even though his leg is literally broken and will should be dead but he won't give up because he can't leave him here alone he can't do that again and he won't + the scene with him and his will binder live in my mind and play on loop as if it's a movie scene stuck on repeat. like. good lord that is some Writing. it's not fanfic, it's Literature. this is a "sequel" / work 1.5 in the series so you can't really jump into it, but... still!
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Noritoshi checking (again) to see if everything is okay in his mother's life (while making sure to act normally bc it'd suck if people start to notice/recognize him and think of him as a stalker).
His (new?) halfsibling comes to talk to him (his mother is busy w/ something) and asks his name. Noritoshi answers (good manners are important! (and automatic ngl)) but doesn't ask back (he's not sure if he wants to know).
They talk for a bit.
His mother comes to get his halfsibling and go back to their home and thanks him for entertaining her child.
"Thank you, mister... ?" She says, with the intention of learning his name. It's the second time they see each others, she isn't suspicious. Her life is going great, and he looks kind. He said they've never met the first time she talked to him, but after two encounters why not change that? (She still thinks he looks familiar)
He hasn't said anything since she walked toward them.
"Noritoshi." Her (youngest) child completes the sentence for her.
Her smile drops.
His guts twist.
(He should've not come back to check if she was still okay.)
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i have about 50 pages of babel left and i am so deeply terrified to finish this book like im literally having heart palpitations
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istg man every time you make another bates motel post i get dangerously closer to watching it 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
*cackling in delight* my real reactions:
i've written like three novel-length responses to asks about this show recently lol, but i could easily write more. it's so weird and it probably shouldn't work. it's camp and melodrama, it's horror, it's romance! the main characters exist in a prestige psychological drama, and yet the entire hellmouth of a town around them is mired in some kind of nutty b-movie crime procedural much of the time. it is unmoored in time, because it's set in our modern age but filled with vintage touches in fashion, music (the music is so good!!!), and aesthetics. it is deeply, achingly about love as a force of destruction and calamity, all different forms of it, and also it's the only thing that matters, it kills us and it saves us. sometimes the house feels like it's a living entity and oppressively dragging people into its evil, its window eyes watching everything as it unfolds and consuming its inhabitants and visitors alike. you can never escape your fate, no matter how hard you fight, but that doesn't erase the courage of fighting altogether. you can and will withstand everything, and only the dearest person in the world can ever knock you down. it is incomprehensibly unhinged. it can be brutally realistic and yet it often uses dream imagery. it pays cinematic homage to hitchcock (more than just psycho) and also turns those conventions on their head. it needs a dozen different trigger warnings, but its study of the harm of abuse and the pervasive damage of misogyny and utter failings of systems meant to protect the vulnerable is necessary to tell it. it is so tragic it will dig a hole into your heart. i am convinced that taking it in this year mixed with the final season of bcs has altered my brain chemistry in some indefinable sense.
i probably can't say more about norma than what i said here, but...what a gift of a character. the performance vera gave is so tremendous and deranged and beautiful. it almost feels like she shouldn't exist, because storytelling doesn't often give that much breadth to women, where they're allowed to be messy and terrible and frantic and scarred and angry and controlling and prone to emotional outbursts, and also cunning and capable and brave and loving and warm. she is tremendous and she convinces everyone to adore her, including the viewer. you desperately wish she could be saved from every circumstance, even the ones she perpetuates herself, but she's doomed. she's the most vibrantly alive character, yet she's a ghost from her first line. i am so sad about her. she drives me insane and she makes me want to give her the biggest hug in the world. she should be allowed to commit any murder she wants. she should be given a home filled with light and laughter, but she gets a refrigerated basement in a broken display of reverence. i love her so much. women of all-time.
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