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saurons-pr-department 2 months
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I think we should stop telling people that The Silmarillion is this incredibly dense, dry, practically academic text that you need to be some kind of modern day lore master to comprehend. It's actually a very good book and there's no reason to be afraid of it.
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thepenguisalive7 6 months
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candiewrapper 1 year
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get out!
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jewishrat420 1 month
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Steve always thought Eddie was beautiful.
He never let himself linger too long on it in fear of what he might see if he let himself look. If he let himself dust off the dirt that lay on top of it, too overwhelmed by the possibility that he really hadn鈥檛 had himself figured out the way he thought he did.
But it鈥檚 true.
Like the sky knows clouds that filter in and out of eyesight, like the moon knows the unwavering devotion of the tide, Steve knows this to be a fact as irrefutable as the nature of gravity:
Eddie Munson is beautiful.
It鈥檚 in the way his hair bounces with every step. These springy, frizzy little curls that Steve desperately wants to know, intimately, the way he knows his own. Wants to compare them, wants to feel them in the spaces between his fingers, the sensitive parts that nothing else really touches.
It鈥檚 in the way he lights up a room as soon as he steps into it, a walking sun that burns so bright that he leaves the hole of every space he was once in great and gaping and singed at the edges. Everything he touches turns to gold, everyone he meets ruined for anyone else.
It鈥檚 in the way he carries himself. Tall when people are looking and small when they aren鈥檛, like his body is a show that no one ever willingly buys tickets for but ends up seated front row at regardless.
Steve would buy tickets.
If he had known, if he had been brave enough when it really counted, he would have bought tickets.
There is no one like Eddie, and there never will be again.
But it doesn鈥檛 matter now.
Because Eddie is still beautiful, Steve thinks, even when he鈥檚 pale.
Even when his skin is sallow and sunken, even when his big brown eyes are tucked behind grayed eyelids.
Even when Steve himself was the one to shut them, but only after he spent nearly an hour gazing into their emptiness.
His hair is shorter now, the frayed edges trimmed by Wayne. He鈥檇 laughed as he did it, a sad little hitch in his throat, because apparently Eddie never let him cut his hair when he was younger.
When his blood flowed warm through his arteries, when his skin was still pink.
Wayne said he used to bounce his leg so hard that he was worried he was going to stab the scissors right through his thick skull.
So Eddie grew his hair out, split ends running wild.
But Steve still thought he was beautiful. Frizzy hair and all.
Steve鈥檚 never seen him dressed so fancy, not even for his own graduation.
But then again, he never got to try on that suit he borrowed from Wayne. Never got to see just how long the sleeves were, because he never got to be as tall as his uncle, did he?
No, Eddie never got the chance.
Never got the chance to he a normal boy with a normal childhood. To grow into the man he could have become and then into the world that was always too small to fit him.
Eddie Munson: born to die in Hawkins, Indiana.
If only he had tried just a little bit harder.
Fought just a little bit longer.
But he did his best, didn鈥檛 he?
Steve certainly thinks so.
Steve thinks he looks beautiful, now, still, always. He tucks a trimmed curl behind his ear, wishes he could have known what it would feel like if his skin were warm.
But it鈥檚 okay. He鈥檒l know the feeling one day.
Next time.
Next time, they鈥檒l try again. They鈥檒l try harder.
Next time, Steve won鈥檛 be afraid to tell Eddie how beautiful he is.
Won鈥檛 be afraid of what comes after, because it will be different.
It won鈥檛 end with Eddie, sallow and skinny in a suit six sizes too big for him.
It won鈥檛 end with Eddie, pale and pretty as ever, laying in the coffin that鈥檚 been on reserve for him since the day he was born.
Next time will be different, see, because it won鈥檛 end.
They鈥檒l do it right.
Steve will do it right.
And Eddie will still be beautiful, and Steve will tell him so.
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rugwurm 6 months
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lil-beanz000 6 months
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Watched the Bay verse tmnt with the roomie yesterday. Her first time watching, was fun! These poor Boiz be struggling for likes XD never realized how hated the movie was till later. 馃ズ馃ズ
-twiddle fingers- I like themmmm, I think they are cuteeee.
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orangesand-lemons-234 2 months
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Buttons was 16 years old. He'd been a Newsie for ten of those years, therefore being around to see some of the younger kids grow with him.
When he saw Elmer, he still saw the three year old Spot brought to visit Manhattan four years ago.
When he saw Splasher, he saw the five year old he and Tommy Boy found sat alone on a bench outside the church three years ago.
When he saw Mike and Ike, he saw the babies left in a basket outside the Lodge House five years ago.
So, seeing each of them beaten up and bloody hurt all the more.
The Lodge was absolute chaos after the fight. Not the usual Lodge chaos, however, it was a scary and fearful chaos. The one that made your heart pound and brain blurry.
Kids were wailing and crying, teenagers were yelling and shouting. There wasn't a quiet place in the house.
Everybody realised quite quickly that nobody had walked out without a few battle scars to show afterwards, and the little kids were no exception.
Elmer had a shard of glass thrown at his forehead, and it was bleeding badly. Despite the bandages now wrapped around the injury, the injury had bled through, creating crimson dots splattered around it.
Splasher had broken his ankle after being shoved to the ground by one of the bulls. Buttons had a pole tied to his leg to keep it as straight as possible and had it elevated on the other bed. He was still weeping silently with the pain shooting up his leg every few minutes.
Mike and Ike were sat on his lap and were crying harder than any of the Newsies had ever seen, despite knowing them their whole lives.
Mike had been struck in the back with a baton multiple times, his back now scattered with bruises and blood. He didn't understand what was happening or why he was in so much pain, he just wanted it to stop.
Ike was hit in the face with one of the Delancey's brass knuckles, leaving him with a black eye and scarred nose. He was practically inconsolable, not allowing anybody to touch him for a very long time after the fight, only relaxing enough for Button's to check him out when Mike was brought in with Albert and Finch.
Buttons, with no help from the others got to work helping the kids in any way he could. The kids needed a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand to wrap up their injuries while some of the older newsies tried to sort out where Jack was and if they could try to save Crutchie.
They didn't understand what any of this meant. They just wanted somebody to hold them and tell them they were okay. Someone to sing one of Meddas songs while they wrapped up their scars and cuts.
Buttons was okay. He was fine and could help with the little ones with their injuries. Yeah, sure, he was struggling to breathe properly, and his knees were throbbing with pain, but the little kids needed help more than he did. He could handle it.
Buttons was 16, but sometimes he wishes he was still 6, when there was always an older kid around to help him out.
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Trying to protect someone when you're both hurt is so fraught because you're both aching and there's something hurting and you want to care and to love but how can you when you don't see a future or any chance at all for anything... (They talk about hating each other constantly even as they take care of each other but it's such a fine line to walk when they're both screaming inside.)
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The way he chooses to wear his shoes despite having his own because he obviously takes comfort from them? The way he chooses those crappy shoes over his crappy shoes and wears them because he feels protected? Ugh, my heart for them and their falling out and falling apart. Showing love by stealing shoes and leaving your own for him. (Bonus where I think of @respectthepetty because their shoes are black and white and Yoondae is obviously lighter than SooHyuk but chooses to wear his dark shoes as comfort.)
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The way he took out what his father said on the brother that was trying so hard to protect and love him without ever realizing how much he would hurt him and then taking it personally when his brother was hurt by it and lashed out because they're both victims here but sometimes it's easier to hurt a fellow victim because they don't fight back. Just two abused men lashing out against each other because they don't have the power and can't lash out against the people who are hurting them in the first place.
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The agony of this, of saying something in a moment of hurt that echoes and echoes and fills both of you with pain that you don't know how to take back.
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They loved each other so much. And when they lashed out, they broke something inside each other that was maybe already broken but was at least being held together and now it's been shattered for years and how do you fix that, can you fix that?
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And the preview show that they're going to switch roles, that now he has to realize that his brother needed just as much care and tenderness as he did and was suffering just as much, just differently and that he lashed out at him and left him just as alone and now they're both alone and aching and damaged.
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vveirdnobdy 6 months
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a lil headcannon
what if when KRS Transmigrates into cale he notices certain habits the original had, muscle memory like running his hand through his hair when stressed, and stuff like that.
Just the idea of while the mind/soul no longer remembers the body does
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ghosts-and-glory 30 days
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As an aside on page 8, I need it to be known that past me left a grocery list in the middle of my comic notes/script for some fuckin reason.
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This is a lazy man鈥檚 script I promise I know how to write a script I promise I know how to write a script I promise I know how to write a script
Also my collection of panels where it looks like Kallamar is having what the kids call, a panic attack.
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https://twitter.com/edvinblue/status/1747986293471039743
FISHES? 馃悹
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hazopal 9 months
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quite rare pairing I know but I used to draw them all the time 馃檨馃檨
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Hello! One of your posts got memed and happened across one of my feeds else-internet where you were wishing for a UF series about a paranormal hospital.
(this one)
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WELL DO I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU!
My good friend Cassie Alexander wrote a fantastic series that starts with Nightshifted, and you can find that here. It's great, and the protagonist is a nurse who works on the supernatural ward of her hospital as a human. Gets a bit spicy in bits and is UF and not paranormal romance, though there are romantic plotlines, just not the Main Point. Super witty and fun and Cassie makes me laugh out loud at least five times per book. (I'm her copy editor, and if it tells you anything, I no longer take copy editing work except from Cassie and a few other clients because I love her books so much!)
Anyway, HAVE FUN and tell your pals, haha. Cassie's books are fantastic and if you want an f/f romcom with demons, try AITA (literally the title, lmao).
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馃憖
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gurenginawo 8 months
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Different type of Sabo 馃敟
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cdstardustspeedway 10 days
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do you guys see the vision
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tallykat 9 months
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