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deerinhorror · 1 year

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I recently watched the 2021 film Antlers. For research. I thought it was just an average horror movie. The monster is worth watching - probably thanks to at least some involvement with producer Guillermo del Toro. The misty, moody ambiance of the Pacific Northwest is a character all its own. The acting is quality - everyone looks and acts appropriately haunted and haggard - even the children. But the story itself is weighted down by too much explanation for something that doesn’t need explaining.

I found out that the script was based off a short story by Nick Antosca called The Quiet Boy, which you can read in full at Guernica. I recommend it. It’s a strong short story and I think that’s why it didn’t translate well to a feature-length film. The changes made between the original story and the script serve only to fill time. In The Quiet Boy, the teacher is a Teach for America transplant to a small West Virginia town. That’s a strong premise for a horror story because it subverts all the idealism and good intentions found in a program like that. The naïve outsider thinks she can help - poor thing! The film makes the teacher a prodigal daughter, returning to her hometown with all the baggage of memory and family. This doesn’t strengthen the premise in any way, it just gives the characters something to talk about in between the horror scenes.

The film also brings in an indigenous character to explain what’s going on. It is this character’s only purpose and is completely unnecessary to the plot. Both the short story and film are set in post-industrial towns with raging drug problems. In the short story, there is a sense that the monster is a manifestation of poverty, hunger, drug abuse, societal decay. But in the film, we are given an explanation based in indigenous culture, even though the film isn’t about indigenous people. My issue with this is, if they wanted to make a Wendigo film, then make a Wendigo film. Let there be Native characters. Let them do more than just explain their stories to the white people. Horror doesn’t always need explanation. The Quiet Boy is a stronger story because it never tries to explain why the monster is. It just is. And that’s terrifying enough.

Another issue with both the original story and the film is that the teacher’s actions are not believable. No, no. I don’t mean when she drives up to a clearly fucked up house all by herself. I mean, when she invites a clearly emaciated student out for ice cream, just the two of them. First, get that child a real meal, he’s literally starving. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in the U.S. Teachers are not allowed to do things alone with students. Teachers are taught to keep the door open when speaking to a child in private on school grounds. And a teacher would never be allowed to take a student home for the night even if they had “no where else to go”. If the town is big enough for a hospital, it will have social workers. There will be a protocol. Now, I get that it’s important to the last act of the story (both the short story and the film) that the boy goes home with the teacher. This is something that would have actually benefitted from a little explanation. Just a line or two about how the town is so poor and fucked up that, even though it’s against all rules, they will let the teacher take the boy home, just this once. Because that error took me completely out of the story. I will believe in an antlered man before I believe that a teacher would act this way.

#antlers 2021 #nick antosca #deer in horror #film review #guillermo del toro #the quiet boy #teach for america

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justajjfan · 27 days

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I was wondering when you are planning update The Quiet Boy? Thank you so much. Your writing is amazing

Thank you so much for your kind words.

Yes, I definitely am planning on updating The Quiet Boy. In fact, I have only just managed to finish drafting chapter 15 which is currently with my wonderful Beta. I'll post the final draft once I get the 'go ahead' from my Beta.

#anon ask #everlark fic #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #the quiet boy

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gbhbl · 2 years

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Horror Movie Review: Antlers (2021)

A small-town Oregon teacher and her brother, the local sheriff, discover a young student is harbouring a dangerous secret that could have frightening consequences.

Antlers is a horror film directed by Scott Cooper, releasing in 2021. Frank Weaver runs a meth lab out of an inactive mine. While his 7-year-old son Aiden waits outside in his truck, Frank and an accomplice are attacked by an unseen creature. Its three weeks later and 12-year-old Lucas Weaver (Frank’s eldest son and Aiden’s older brother) spends his time roaming the town, collecting roadkill and…

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#Antlers #Double Dare You Productions #Graham Greene #Jeremy T. Thomas #Jesse Plemons #Keri Russell #Nick Antosca #Phantom Four Films #Scott Cooper #Searchlight Pictures #The Quiet Boy #TSG Entertainment

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dontmakemeright · 5 months

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The urge to make him painfully hard when we're out in public.

To rub his inner thighs near his crotch while we're sitting next to each other, brush against his nipples by accident, whisper the most disgusting things into his ear, to kiss his pretty neck a second too long. To see him crumble, see his pupils dilate, his pants getting too tight.

To make him a dumb and blushy mess for me until he's not even able to talk, just waiting patiently like a good boy until I finally take him home.

#Is something wrong baby?#You look a little flushed hm?#Why are you being so quiet?#ftm dom #ftm top #ftm trans #trans dom #trans top #dom/sub #ftm t4t #trans boy #trans man #good boy #kodakpost #t4t nsft #ftm nsft

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ravenselle · 8 months

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Finished reading the Quiet Boy by Ben H. Winters today.

4/5

Quick synopsis: The book follows Reuben and Jay Shenk through two different periods of time set ten years apart. We see Jay, a lawyer, try to fight to prove that a hospital is at fault for causing a teenage boy to become 'stricken', unable to do anything but walk in circles. This includes growing, eating, drinking, expelling waste, speaking. After the surgery, he's a husk of a boy, and Jay wants to prove in court (against surmounting odds) that the hospital was negligent and caused Wesley Keener's condition through their actions. Ultimately, he fails.

In the ten year time skip, we follow his son, Reuben. He's a young adult working at a fancy LA salad shop when his dad asks him to do some investigating into the murder of one of the Keener's key witnesses ten years before. Wesley's father confesses immediately and takes all blame, leaving Jay unable to do anything for his client even though he desperately wants Reuben to find mitigating circumstances to avoid the death penalty.

It took a surprisingly long time for me to get into this book, but it might have been purposeful to give the characters more characterization before the real meat of the story started.

Of course, it's meant to grab you from the start, since a young boy is dramatically injured and turned into what amounts to a wind up toy. I just thought it stayed away from the real plot of the story for a little too long, but that's just a personal preference.

The characters were *really* good. Any good story needs good characters but I liked Jay even though he's basically an ambulance chaser and I liked Reuben even though he's socially awkward and (kind of) estranged from his well-meaning father.

The crux of the story is about the Golden World. Are we, as readers, supposed to believe in it or not? Is this murder mystery/courtroom drama also a supernatural affair?

Either Wesley had been stricken for nothing, by the brutal arbitrariness of life, or he had been stricken for a reason, and the fate of mankind depended on him remaining in this state forever.

Beth knew the answer. Her answer. She held it against her heart. It had to be, and so it was.

One of the final paragraphs sums it up pretty well: Wesley's mom knows what she believes, and that's the truth to her. Personally, I think the Golden World doesn't exist, despite the cult that spawned because of it.

The title could be referring to either Reuben or Wesley, because both are quiet boys. I thought that was very clever without making it annoying or eye-roll inducing.

It could get so tragic at times, though. I felt like I needed to skip chapters because I already knew the outcome of certain things, thanks to the time skips. I liked that I knew the outcome going in, because the suspense would've become annoying in such a long book. It did make it tragic when the court case finally happened and we see the failure happening in real time.

Overall, a very well-written book.

#The Quiet Boy #reading list #tori talks #book review

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insomniac-arrest · 1 year

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People are calling Ken a trophy husband but forget he has a LOW volume of clothes and nice shoes. Clothes he has to share with 2-7 other men (and Allen). Barbie is not buying that Guy a 20-Carat diamond ring or convertible sports car to keep him around.

Not a kept man, but a couch surfer that is able to bum rides to the beach (affectionate) bc he’s got good vibes and no job and is polite to Barbie’s 20 other female friends and Midge

#Barbie #Barbie lore #not a trophy husband but quiet literally THE boy toy

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p1nkshield · 1 year

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Bruce being just as guilty of introducing Jason to people like he is but a small little guy.

Bruce at gala supporting youth literary comprehension programs: Have you met my son Jason? As stubborn as kids can be I managed to get him to attend.

Beneficiary: oh that’s wonderful! Does your son enjoy literature?

Bruce: oh absolutely! That’s what convinced him to even come! He has so many respectable hobbies for someone his age. Kids these days rarely find value in the classics but not Jason! Honestly he reads more, and more in depth, than I do! He’s a little mechanic too! When I first saw him he was trying to take the tires off my car with a lug wrench that was bigger than him! It was quite a sight and a rather unconventional way to meet your son but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Beneficiary, blinks as they try to process all the proud dad info: …well that’s lovely, we have some activities for the children of the donors so that none of them get too bored!

Bruce: that’s great! I’ll let him know. Jason, can you come here for a moment?

A very tall, wide, and muscular man turns around and raises an eyebrow.

What a coincidence, that dude must also be named Jason.

He walks towards them

Jason: what do you want old man?

What

Bruce: there are activities at that table if you’re bored.

Huh

Jason: thanks for the memo but I’m not exactly at coloring book age anymore remember?

Bruce: I suppose you’re right :(

#jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #incorrect batfamily quotes #the table is set up with those baby chairs meant for kindergartners #Jason eventually gets bored enough that he does color something for a while #Bruce put it on the fridge #bruce is a good dad #hes pretty quiet but ask him about his kids and hoo boy #he was very sad when he realized he doesn’t really need coloring books anymore :(#batman #red hood

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stevebabey · 1 year

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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao)#but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

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justajjfan · 3 months

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The Quiet Boy? I hope you can find the time to finish it. Thank You😀

Hi Anon

Yes. I'm working on finishing it soon. Thank you for your ask.

#the quiet boy #everlark fic #katniss & peeta #thg

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notm1keyy · 9 months

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Hmm.. if there was only a way to solve this problem… surely there must be a solution here… I wonder what it could be… I feel like it’s right under our noses…

#someone tell raph that boys can kiss boys #Mikey knows but this is his current entertainment for the days so he stays quiet about it #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt art #tmnt fanart #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt2012 #rasey #casey x raph #raph x casey #tmnt rasey #crimeheads #tmnt crimeheads #kharasey

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 2 months

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In a way this was the best outcome.

Timothy Drake was always meant to die.

He cheated the reaper when he was nine knife at his throat chasing around vigilantes who wouldn't have ever known him as anything other than a statistic.

He survived past fifteen which for any boy who wears those bright colors knows is an achievement.

Luck is what they will say.

Bad luck specifically wrong place right time at least in his mind.

Bleeding out with his brothers surrounding him.

A bullet he took before it could reach Damian.

He can see him he looks terrified standing a good two feet away which is an accurate description of them a gap that neither boy could ever seem to close.

Jason lost his mask somewhere he can feel the press of his fingers trying to keep blood in. Demanding it. Hopeing for a miracle. That's Jason Todd.

Holding him Dick's arms wrapped around him whispering

"I have you sweetheart I know it hurts, Dad's coming baby just a little bit longer."

He remembers a poem he found right after Jason died he had wondered if Jason raged fought tooth and nail to keep breathing.

But with all his brothers here his Father on the way he can't think of a better time.

As his breathe slows and he feels his vision fade he doesn't fight.

Lying in his brothers arms Timothy Jackson Drake takes his last breath.

Peacefully falling into the night.

There was no rage only a sense of peace for a tired hero who could finally rest.

#tim drake #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfam #Mind you this is a child #Don't go gentle you should fight claw but sometimes there's peace to find in death #Brother Son beloved hero who's mind could finally quiet #don't think about Dick who's now holding his brothers corpse #don't think about Jason who is watching his baby brother die #Damian who is begging Tim to fight but he can see that's it to late a bullet that was meant for him #don't think about how Bruce is too late how he will stumble upon all of his boys and for a second he will have hope only to see that #one of his boys his lying too still #don't worry Damian will find a beautiful Red Robin years later flying high

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