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missm0rgue · 18 hours

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X: What's your special talent ?

Y: I understand what the hell Patrick was saying in early Fall Out Boy lyrics.

#i can !!#fall out boy #fob #proud of me #patrick stump #joe trohman #andy hurley #pete wentz #fall out boiiiiii #from under the cork tree #take this to your grave #folie a deux #infinity on high

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positivelypositivethoughts · 5 months

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florenceisstrange · 16 days

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Percy walked into his moms house, smiling. It was a while since he’d come to visit from New Rome and he was looking forward to seeing everyone, especially his little sister Estelle. She was 6 now, and, according to Sally, she had a friend coming over. They were the new neighbours, the Cecily family, and Estelle had made friends with their oldest kid, 5 year old Alexander.

Annabeth was at some architecture talk in New Rome, but Thalia had agreed to tag along, mainly because Estelle adored her.

‘She likes me more than you,’ teased Thalia as they entered the house, leading Percy to punch her softly. They had developed a sort of sibling like relationship after Jason passed, which was nice. It had been 6 years since Jason died, but Percy thought about it a lot, especially after hearing about how messed up Jason’s life was, but only after he died. He still wanted to have had a better relationship with jason, and felt guilty that he hadn’t. Thalia had said the same. Well, that wasn’t the point of their visit. Percy kissed his mom on the cheek and gave her a gift, and Thalia gave her a hug. It was nice.

Estelle was in an artsy phase, so her cheap watercolour paints and small felt tips were scattered across the couch as she sketched a boy. This must have been Alexander, and though Percy couldn’t see his face, he had almost white blond hair.

Like Jason.

Percy pushed the idea out of his head quickly. Kids just had hair like that, especially blond kids. It took a while to darken, so most young blond kids ended up with hair so white it almost hurt to look at. This boy wasn’t Jason. He wasn’t.

Estelle looked up at Percy and beamed, and Alex did too. And that’s when Percy gasped. Thalia looked terrified.

Alex was a carbon copy of Jason Grace

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lazykebabvagina · 4 months

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So... I'm entering 2024 alive. Who would've thought

#mental illness #suicide attempt survivor #survivor #depression #mental health #autism #mental health matters #proud of me #recovery #it gets better #positivity #2024 #2023

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saturnsfav3 · 1 year

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i saw something like this about a genshin ship and they came to my mind <3

#proud of it #proud of me #evajacks #ouabh 3 #tbona #jacks of the hollow #jacks prince of hearts #stephanie garber #the ballad of never after #evangeline fox #evangeline x jacks #tbona spoilers #marriage #wedding #they lived happily ever after #happily ever after

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ivetf · 11 months

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A few months ago, I was part of a group of artists who created fanart for a book, with the proceeds going to help queer youth in need. Now I'm ready to share with you my piece

I created this during my worst depressive episode. Even so, I think I managed it respectably.

#the house in the cerulean sea #lgbtq #digital art #fanart #art #digital artist #they're gay and in love #gay #loveislove #artist #kiss #proud of me

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gmaybe666 · 3 months

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hai :3

#finally had a proper MA graduate show and showed my work including ‘JABBERWOCKY’!#proud of me #gmaybe666 #copies still for sale :)

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joonipertree · 1 year

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love in all its glory (in all of its efforts)

Love is a million things. It's fear, fondness, warmth, endearment, the want, the compromises, the desperation.

Rin loves you in all of its complexities.

(or: he fucked up and realised he adores the fuck out of you)

cw: blood (not a lot), brief mention of past head injury.

pairing: Haitani Rindou × gn!reader

tags: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, Haitani Rin is very much in love, fluff

A/N: I got my heartbroken a few months ago and I wrote this to redefine what love is for me. love takes effort and I simply wish someone would try with their everything.

Rin’s bike had sped through the streets he didn’t really want to care to remember, (hearing the shrieks of fifteen year old you, telling him to slow down. He didn’t listen like he never listened to you back then. ‘You’re gonna get hurt, jackass.’).

It swerved into your neighbourhood and he nearly crashed to a stop, stumbling onto the curb and letting himself run on autopilot. When he made it to your gate, he jumped over (hearing your grunts as you tried to parkour yourself in like he did.

‘I am more than capable of doing this but help.’

He remembered laughing as he held out his arms for you.)

Rindou’s body slammed into the wooden door, fists thumping in the same pattern you used to do whenever you knocked at the door. His breathing had turned quick and laboured, eyes blurry as he tried to hear for any signs of life but the house was dead without your laughter in it.

(The sounds of snorts and hiccuping filled his ears, you always laughed like that with only him, always leaned against him.)

He moved, not caring that his bare shoulder bumped into the spiky concrete of your porch where doodles of butterflies and crude drawings had faded with time.

(‘You’re so disgusting, Rin! Have some respect for my house. Don’t touch my sun!’)

One foot felt the grass and the dew stuck to his sole.

(‘You literally wear the most basic things it’s fine if they stain, I’m wearing something pretty--- fuck that’s cold.’ )

He jumped over the large protruding rock that had split his head open.

(Your sobs and wails as clear as day as you shrieked, ‘Rin! Please don’t leave me! I love you!’)

Why the fuck did he leave? What peace could he have found in your sorrow?

The swing that limply hung by half of its ropes filled his vision. (the memories of him sitting on the once intact seat with tears running down his cheeks flooded his mind. He didn’t remember the reason for his pain but he remembered you, his blue penicillin. You sat in front of him on the ground with your legs crossed, patiently waiting for him to speak.)

(You always listened. Always. Why didn’t he? )

His palms burned as he grappled the jagged bark of the oak tree, nails digging in and toes propelling him upwards (‘Be careful!’). His nail broke. (‘I would probably die if you fell on me right?’) He lost his footing but he only slid an inch before going forward. ('I’ll step ten feet away just in case….do you wanna rob houses?’) His foot solidified on the one sturdy branch there was. ('Listen, you either save the kitty or you die trying…do not throw her off, motherfucker.') Your shrieks echoed through as he moved on quick feet so that his older and burdened body wouldn’t cause him to free fall to the ground.

Your window was a few inches away from the crooked reach of the tree and he extended his crooked hand to grab onto the ledge. The window was already half way open, (just like the nights when he would sneak in at midnight to find a broken you on the floor, showing the shards of your soul that caused your hands to bleed.) Blood smeared on the underlay of the pane as he pushed it all the way up, head ducking and one leg making it to the floor of your bedroom.

( ‘Rin.’

You would smile through your tears, voice cracking and he wondered if any smile he could ever make out of sheer joy would ever match the one that had tears collecting at the corner of your mouth. If a crack in his heart sounded the same as the one in your throat. )

He stopped and searched the room that was shrouded in emptiness. His eyes landed on the lump of blankets that had a tuft of hair and black headphones peeking out from the top. He knew for a fact that the lump in his throat could beat it in its enormity when all you looked like was a tiny ball. You were so fucking small and he fucking wished you were small under his embrace rather than on your own.

What if you disappeared from his grasp as he wrapped you in his arms?

His body heaved in exhaustion, lungs constricting as if to punish him for his sins that only held weight because your pain weighed them down. His heart hurt from its pounding and he knew it wanted to escape, bleed out all of his love for you because all it thought it could do was paint your floors for you to see

His hair was left dishevelled and tangled, covering half of his face and he wondered what it would take for it to leave his sight for the rest of eternity, what would it take to never blink again if it meant looking at your every small movement and uneven breath.

He barely saved himself from crumbling to his knees as his shaken legs walked o you, knowing that the only oxygen they would accept is the one that you would provide. His wounded hands push your shoulder towards him, as if they didn’t scream for letting even a drop of his tainted blood to smear your soft skin.

And when your head landed on his chest, a bit too abruptly, he wished that his ribs could soften so his bones didn’t hurt you. And he held you, not letting him take your warmth but letting himself pour every ounce of kindness you handed to him unconditionally, trying to increase it tenfold.

There was stillness, the song through your headphones playing into his ear as he pressed his cheek against your head. He couldn’t make it out, didn’t care enough because music would only echo in his hollowed out chest.

The earthquakes came in waves, limbs twitching as if to find purchase. The trembles were followed by salt water and Rindou was ready to swim you to the shoreline, against the pull of the hurricane.

But, you were still. You were a stable wooden floor that wouldn’t bend under the shoes of man. And he realised belatedly that the tears were his. They were yours to see. Everything that was his was yours and he knew that the day he felt your small chubby hands take his awkward slender ones. A sob clawed out of his throat like it had waited for the day it could see light.

And you-

(the you who was so human that humanity was loved by him for a second, you whose existence meant the existence of deities that grew out of the earth to watch over it)

You turned in his hold and held his face, wiping away his pain with a single swipe of your thumb. And he knew that destiny was bullshit when your effort had caused you to look up at him with concern (and with the sun that had decided to wait out its dying days in them.)

He loves you.

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sillylittlerock · 10 months

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When I saw this, my first thought was: why Ted? He's such an insignificant character compared to the rest of the characters. And a main character, Hopper, has had a HUGE storyline about him becoming a father figure to quite a few of the kids, mainly El and Johnathan. So why are we focusing on Mike and Ted?

Because of the meaning behind this scene, and what it tells us about Mike's character and his relationship with his father.

I vaguely remember this scene. If I'm right, this is when Ted is getting Mike ready for Will's funeral. If it's the Snow Ball, please let me know, I have an analysis for that too!! But anyway. In this scene, Mike says something along the lines of "Dad, you're chocking me!" and Ted responds with "It's supposed to be a little tight".

This is EXTREMELY interesting to me. The symbolism in this scene is crazy. Mike is about to attend his best friend's funeral, the funeral of someone that he (if we're right) is in love with. Now, this is the 80s, and Mike's a kid, so he probably isn't aware that he is in love with Will. But subconsciously he knows that the way he feels about Will is different to how he feels about the others in the Party. Again, this is the 80s. Being gay wasn't socially acceptable like it is today. It is extremely likely that Ted would react poorly to Mike being queer in any way.

So, Mike is about to go to the funeral of the boy he is in love with, and will be feeling many negative feelings. He will also likely be feeling a lot of complicated emotions about Will. And his father is helping him get ready, or, in other words, helping him prepare to hide his true emotions for Will during the funeral. "You're chocking me" symbolises how Mike feels like his father is making him repress who he is, and internalise all his feelings for Will. He feels trapped, and like his father is stopping him being who he is. He is unsure and afraid, and doesn't like pretending. It makes him uncomfortable. "It's supposed to be a little tight" symbolises how Ted feels he is helping Mike by forcing him to suppress his feelings. He believes he is doing the right thing, and that it is necessary to try to force his son to be someone he isn't.

The writers are still dropping clues. They want us to be analysing these small moments, the ones that we all forgot about, or thought were unimportant. They want us to connect the dots. These posts and clues are all so people can't say Byler came out of nowhere. It's always been there.

I hope this makes sense, I'm exhausted, it's the middle of the night right now, but I HAD to get this down.

#my first analysis!!#i have a few more written but don't have the screenshots to go woth them #anyway this is exciting!!!#proud of me #please say this makes sense #i tried my best #byler #mike wheeler

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little-neighbor · 6 months

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