#This place is from around the fourth second of the new trailer

[de-righty]

#hollow knight #hk #silksong #hornet #This place is from around the fourth second of the new trailer #I'll never get tired of drawing Hornet resting in complex (mostly green) backgrounds

[respectthepetty]

Wild Ass Theory - Who is the Second Killer?

@anotherblblog asked about the colors in Dead Friend Forever as a response to my Phi is Sus AF post where I listed the reasons I think Phi is in on the kills since they think White is sus too, but I cannot answer questions about White/colors because . . .

Who the fuck is this?!

Freeze frame: Is this Tee?!

Well, it sure isn't Non (Barcode) taking off the mask!

In the original film the boys were shooting and the one played at the party, Non was the killer who unmasked himself.

But apparently, Non wasn't the only one playing a killer.

There were two killers.

This is why we see Jin and Non running in the opening scene because they are being chased by the second killer in the film.

So who is the second killer?

Just like with the original film, the second killer isn't some magical ninth person, but someone already in the group, and in the recreated scene, there is a person missing.

Tan!

Tan and Phi didn't come into the friend group until 12th grade, and White is the baby of the group, so he was too young to hang out with the core friend group until he started dating Tee (way to already start pissing off Tee by holding his man's hand, Phi).

So Phi, Tan, and White are new to all of this and weren't part of the original incident that happened in the 11th grade, but White is now playing Non's part in the film by running away from the masked killer with Jin. Yes? Yes!

From the trailer, we got this scene. Phi, Tee, and Tan are all standing in a bloody room that has hanging signs stating "He Must Die" in Thai with a fourth person, who could either be White or Jin.

And we got the scene of Phi keeping Jin quiet in a box as the killer lurks around them.

So it seems like the final girl boy in the "He Must Die" scene is Jin and not White based on the jacket he is wearing, and

Because Jin is the target.

He is the main character.

And he is about to leave. For. Ev. Er.

Which is something Tan throws out when agreeing with Phi to reshoot the film.

And White is the final push for Tee to agree to it.

From the trailer, we know Non had feelings for Jin, and those feelings seemed mutual.

But Tee is the worst.

And somehow convinced everyone that Non was creepy and should be bullied.

So if Jin was the main character and Tee was possibly the second killer and main bully, it makes sense why they would be saved for last since Non wrote this story,

Yet Por, the first one attacked, is the one credited as writing it, so by reshooting it, the killers are going to correct the wrongs and follow the script the way Non originally wrote it.

Which is why I thought White was the other killer since he is now playing Non's part and Phi asked Tan if he brought his inhaler while he was smoking, which seems like a quick way to kill him in the future, BUT . . .

It doesn't seem like White was supposed to be on this trip in the first place. Tee brought him because he thought White "would be obedient" but he doesn't want White involved in what is happening, and it seems neither do the killers.

When all hell broke loose, Phi went with Jin to look for a saw and sent White and Tan to call for help ensuring that Jin was under his watchful eye and that White and Tan, two people who weren't involved in the original incident, were out of the woods, literally and metaphorically. But Tan seemed surprised that White got the walkie talkie working, while White was confused because all he did was charge it.

The conversation is odd in multiple ways but mostly because Tan is smiling the entire time knowing that their dear friend Por is still out in the woods with a tree limb sticking out of his stomach. But then again, Tan is closer to Phi than anyone else, which is why Jin told Phi to go have sex with Tan.

Which is why I fully believe, after one whole episode, that Tan and Phi are just friends . . .

who plot murders together.

#dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #please don't disappoint me #I need another good thriller #I know the rules #and these boys already lost #there are two of them #never just one #I don't think this is supernatural #this is personal

[loveandfictionforall]

Hay Love, hope your doing fine and inspiration is hitting you hard. Like baseball flying in your face kinda hard.

Could I requwst something for Twd with Daryl? Them maybe homding hands? Just this kind of hand holding where you don‘t want to commit to it but also don‘t want to not do it? Oh, maybe itms their first time and they just recently kind lf got together

Imagine their first night at the prison when they all cleaned the prison yard from the Walker. Daryl sitting on top of the van while all the others are sitting around a campfire with Beth singing.

You were sitting right along side your new partner Daryl. After a while you began to lean back, laying down on the trailer and watching the stars while listening to Beth. Daryl followed you soon and after a while you began to quietly murmur about the following day and what you were planing to do to clear the space. The mood was elevated, everyone was happing because you all found a safe place. It was a freaking good day.

Daryl and you relationship was a new one. You just had some kisses, not much more because of the lack of privacy. Sometimes you wished there would happen more but Daryl needed time and that was alright with you.

But at that night, while laying on the trailer and watching the stars, you could feel something grazing your pinky. At first, you didn't even notice it. The second time you blink in confusion, lifting your head a bit. The third time you look at Daryl who weirdly enopugh could not look at you. And then you understood.

When the fourth time came around, you softly pushed your pinky back, lightly tapping his finger. Daryl froze, torn about what he should do. Then he grazed your fingers again, this time with all of his digits.

It was a slow game and it took some minuts until your hand was turned and you could curl your fingers around his. His hand was warm against yours, warming you inside and out.

"That's nice.", was his only sentence until you both queitly watched again the stars but this time also holding hands for the first time.

#twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon headcanon #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd daryl x reader #twd x reader #twd daryl x you #twd heacanon #the walking dead headcanon #the walking dead scenario

[jo-harrington]

Are you still taking requests for creatures? I love Greek mythology. Oneiroi?

Oh hey anon; sorry it's taken a little while for me to get to your request. This sounded familiar to me and I couldn't place it. Obviously I looked it up, and it was incredibly interesting...but then I realized! (Sorry I'm gonna go off on a tangent for a second.) Persephone calls Hades "Oneiroi" when he appears in her dream in Rachel Alexander's Receiver of Many. Which is a fantastic series and 10/10 recommend.

So I'm gonna take a little inspiration from that book, as well as one of my favorite little animated shorts Somewhere in Dreamland. Hope you enjoy.

Themes/TW: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

September 1984

Eddie was sick.

He didn't get sick often and it was a fact that he often touted about when his friends came down with a cold or the flu.

One time in the third or fourth grade, there was a horrible outbreak of the chicken pox and Eddie had been the only kid in class that didn't succumb to the terrible itching and endure countless oatmeal baths.

It was a bit of a blessing; his mom couldn't have afforded a day off work to take care of him or the penicillin shot at Doc Thomas' office. And once she was gone...well...Wayne and Rick did their best to take care of a healthy Eddie...who knows how much of a burden they would have faced with a phlegmy, puking one.

Now though, it hit him hard. Like 20 years of mediocre luck had run out.

It started with a dry and sore throat; he just wrote it off as having pushed his voice little too hard at the Hideout the night prior. A new setlist, a new song...pretty much an entirely new band. He had been excited.

Then his eyes started to feel dry and crusty; his vision just on the annoying side of strained and blurry. For the first time in his public school education, he wasn't lying when a teacher called on him and he said he was having trouble seeing the board.

By the time he got home, his head was pounding, and he used the last of his willpower to throw a can of chicken noodle soup in the microwave and call you to cancel your date for that night.

He curled himself into a ball on the couch and promptly passed out--didn't even touch his soup--only to wake up to yours and Wayne's voices in his ear and a hand on his forehead.

"...doesn't feel warm but he never gets sick. Maybe I ought to stay?"

Well...he assumed it was Wayne. It didn't really sound like Wayne. Maybe he was sick too.

"As much as he would enjoy the attention, he doesn't need both of us to stay with him. I've got something that'll fix him right up; you go."

"If you're sure?"

Next thing he knew, the front door slammed shut and his eyes cracked open to see a steaming bowl of something in his face.

"Alright you plague-ridden fiend," you teased. "Sit up, I'm not gonna spoon feed you."

"But what if I asked real nice," he groaned and hoisted himself upright.

He took the bowl and inhaled the warm steam coming from within. He'd had this recipe before; something your grandma made you if you were sick or just feeling down as a kid. You made it for him the day after Mickey left for college.

It had been like a healing light shined directly onto his soul.

Craving that feeling again, he practically shoveled the food into his mouth as you moved around the trailer to grab pillows and blankets and other supplies.

"Obviously I was worried when you cancelled," you explained as you roamed about. "I stopped at Bradleys so I could make dinner--there's ice cream too if you're feeling up to it--oh and Family Video...I figured some horror movies but then they had Casper and Friends and I couldn't say no to that. So I got a ton of cartoons. Popeye, Underdog...No Rocky and Bullwinkle. I promise."

"Fuck that squirrel," Eddie groused with his mouth full.

Before long, dinner and dessert had been consumed--the mix of warm and cold did wonders for his sore throat--and he was cradled in your arms on the couch as the otherwise-dark living room glowed from the old Technicolor cartoons on the tv. His arms were around your midsection as he rested his cheek right over your heart; the steady beat of it soothed him.

It was nice. You had your dates, your days out, your time with the guys...but this was different. It was almost as healing as dinner had been.

Comments were shared periodically between the two of you, and when there was a short that didn't particularly interest him, he would close his eyes to rest them.

He enjoyed the feeling of your hand carding through his hair.

Sure enough his headache started to fade.

Before long, a soft little lullaby started playing on screen and you hummed along to it. You were no singer--he teased you about it often; you couldn't carry a tune if your life depended on it--but you must have been familiar with this one if you could match every note instinctually.

Eddie opened his eyes and watched the two cartoon children on screen sing each other to sleep.

"I'll see you somewhere in dreamland," the little boy on screen crooned. "Somewhere in dreamland tonight."

"Do you think you meet the people you've lost...in your dreams?" Eddie asked suddenly. He didn't know where the question came from...or really why he asked it. It just bubbled out of him instinctually and...he felt like sobbing.

"I think so," you answered softly. "How else could they find you? But in your dreams?"

"Over a bridge made of moonbeams. We'll find the clouds are silver lined." The boy's sweet face turned serene.

"Did you know..." you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "That in greek mythology...the oneiroi...they control dreams and they live beyond an ivory and silver bridge on Olympus."

"Yeah?"

"Each little star is a castle," the little girl sang. "Shining a welcome so bright."

"Yeah. So I imagine that...that if you lose someone...a bridge like that would be easier for them to find...than the door to your house. Or they would just have to ask the oneiroi would help them."

Tears started leaking from his eyes and he turned his face into the softness of your chest to hide it. You felt him anyway.

"Hey what's this?"

"Sorry my eyes just hurt," he muttered.

You pulled him close to you and muttered sweet, reassuring words.

"Hey! It'll be ok," you whispered into the crown of his head. "It's ok, I'm here. I'm here so you've gotta feel better ok?"

"Don't go."

"I won't. I'm still here; don't cry anymore. Please."

"Please don't go."

The children still sang on the television.

"Dreams will come true for me and you. Somewhere in dreamland tonight."

April 1985

Eddie opened his bleary, leaking eyes.

His vision was blurred but he still could tell he was alone on the couch. The tv was off. A now-cold can of chicken noodle soup left half-eaten on the coffee table.

He was tired, he was angry, he was broken.

"I'm here Eddie, I'm here."

Your voice echoed in his head.

He was alone.

#aasb #hymns of heaven #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst #Eddie munson x reader

[believe-that-you-can-my-friend]

¬a chrissy lives au

Vecna's attack leaves Chrissy a heaving mess on the floor of Eddie's trailer, Uptown Girl the soundtrack of the most horrific scene Eddie, an enthusiastic horror cinephile, ever witnessed. Somebody - something - is targeting her, she tries to explain between ugly sobs and it's the second time in a day that Chrissy Cunningham is in need of his help. He offers her a place to go into hiding, Reefer Rick's abandoned lake house, gives her a change of clothes, drives her there and stays all night by her side, keeping watch, holding her hand, meticulously rewinding and replaying a Billy Joel cassette, because it gives her a weird sense of safety.

A picture of her - cheerleading uniform, high ponytail, good girl smile - is being broadcasted on the Breaking News segment on the muted TV the next morning, the words "captain of the cheerleading squad goes missing" in bold letters at the bottom. Henderson is the one who finds them, along with Steve Harrington of all people and a girl from band, Robin. The fourth member of this unorthodox team, Max Mayfield, Eddie's neighbor, says she saw them last night bolting out of his trailer in concerning alarm and, after the news of Chrissy's disappearance, they needed to investigate. When the four of them finally leave, Chrissy and Eddie are still trying to wrap up their heads around the unfathomable things they learned about Hawkins. They are both hiding now, for different reasons; Chrissy in 'near-victim' protection, as Robin cleverly stated, and Eddie just in case somebody else apart from Max saw them together and connected the dots wrongly.

The following morning, a picture of him - Hellfire Club t-shirt, untamed mane, face pulled in a dark scowl - accompanies hers on the morning news, the words "cheerleader sacrificed in a satanic ritual?" in bold letters at the bottom. Eddie turns off the TV the moment she walks into the living room. When the four-member party arrive later that evening for a much needed food delivery, they inform him that some jocks testified that they saw Chrissy get into his van after the game. Police are searching for him, the whole town is sharpening pitchforks to hunt the 'freak'. Later, when Chrissy unlocks herself out of the bathroom, having overheard the hushed conversation, she finds him curled up on the couch, defeated and forlorn, glistering eyes focused on the harsh light of a lantern.

She tells him that he treated her with more kindness than she's ever wished for and she's been so care-starved to the point that now she's taking advantage of his decent human behavior. But they're mere acquaintances - not friends or even more, too carried away by the make-believe sanctuary they build these last couple of days - and it's not fair for him to be treated this way because she is afraid to face her problems on her own. So, she's going to leave, first thing in the morning. Clear his name and then fight her battles. Let him live his life peacefully and take her own in her hands. Eddie doesn't get to object or voice a different opinion. He just stands there, beating himself up for being, once more, a helpless coward, as she watches her walk away.

She doesn't get far. A pair of headlights illuminate the dimly lit room, then tires squeak to an abrupt stop. They both freeze, eyes connecting in the dark in silent alarm. From the outside, Jason's voice echoes viciously through the night.

"Alright, let's capture us a freak!"

#chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #edssy #hellcheer #i know the gifset is probably awful #i'm not good at making these #but since i saw this scene with grace #that gave me a lot of chrissy vibes #i couldn't get this idea out of my head

[crashdevlin]

Losses and Gains 4- Something Wrong

Author’s Note: This is the fourth chapter of Losses and Gains, the second part of To Have it All. This is Something More...from Jensen's side!

Second Author's note: I'm sorry this took so damn long to get out. I won't bore you with the details but I'm on new meds and things should be getting better from now on. Love all of you that have stuck around.

Summary: Jensen is having trouble letting go...and maybe he's imagining it, but it seems Y/n is having troubles too.

Pairing:  Jensen x Reader, background Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Word count: 3386

Story Warnings: open marriage, mentions of depression and heartbreak, bad things, alcohol as a crutch, anger, fighting

~~~

"What did you do?!" Misha's voice went up by at least three octaves as he pointed to the workers taking my broken flatscreen out to the dumpster so they could fit the new one in its place.

“It broke,” I responded, hoping that he wouldn’t press. It’s Misha, though, so of course, he insisted.

“How?!”

“Coffee machine slipped. It’s fine. I got a new one coming.”

“A new TV or a new coffee machine?”

I rolled my eyes. “Both. It’s not a big deal, Misha. Seriously.”

“Hey, is everything okay? I mean, I don’t wanna pry but-”

“Then don’t,” I interrupted. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“Oh…kay,” he said skeptically. “Well…have you heard about Y/n and Tom Hiddleston? Ya know, I knew something was going on between them. I could just see them together…and they are a cute couple, don’t you think?”

I had to stop myself from stomping away like a fucking child. Misha didn’t know, and I couldn’t let him in on it now, so I made an excuse. “Yeah, they’re adorable. I’m gonna go check on the movers.”

I was standing off to the side, watching them put my new TV on its mount, when the trailer rocked, and Jared stepped up into the kitchenette with me. “So, I take it you saw Tom’s post?” He ran his hand over the dent in the fridge. I didn’t look at him, just gave a nod as I watched the workers. “You took it out on your stuff this time, not Danneel, so I guess that’s progress.”

I clenched my jaw for a minute before turning to him. “She didn’t even want him to tell people. You know that, right?”

“But he could tell people…and that’s what you’re upset about.”

“You think I’m jealous?”

“You think you’re not?” He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t be that deluded, Ackles. All of this is because you’re jealous of him, that he can give her what you never could. You don’t want her happy.”

“I’m not--Of course, I want her happy, Jared.”

“Only if she’s with you.” I focused on the workers again. “You’re sabotaging your marriage. You’re sabotaging yourself. All because you don’t want her to find happiness with anyone else.”

“I’m not sabotaging shit.”

“You’re sabotaging everything.” He stepped in front of me, obscuring my view to force me to focus on him. I stared at his shoulder, but I refused to look at his face. “You have to stop this. You have to learn how to deal. You have to let her be happy with someone else.”

“Is she?” My jaw clenched as I let my eyes jump to his. “She’s barely even talking to anybody anymore. Kim and Bri haven’t heard from her in weeks. When’s the last time she called you?”

He looked away this time. “She’d tell us if she were having problems.”

“No, she wouldn’t,” I whispered, angrily. “She knows she’s made her bed and she would fucking lay in it, Jared. That’s who she is. She doesn’t wanna hurt anyone so she’d stick it out with him because that’s the option that she thinks will hurt the fewest people! So, what if she’s not happy? Jared, what if he’s…” I looked at my feet as tears popped up in my eyes. “What if she misses me?”

He sighed and reached out to pull me into a hug. “Of course, she does. She can miss you and be happy with him. She was in love with you, too, and that didn’t go away. It’s gonna be okay. You just gotta breathe and focus on the good, man.”

I swallowed down my tears and pulled away from him. “I don’t know if I can do it. She’s coming back next week. I don’t think I can be in the same place as her and not…not fucking break, man.”

He ran his hand through his hair and turned to look at the new TV as the workers turned it on to test it. “She’ll be here next week. I can check on her. She won’t be able to lie to me…not to my face. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“She’s still my friend, too, Jay…and you’re right. She hasn’t been talking. I hope that she’s just busy and things are good but she hasn’t been talking to anybody. Fuck, Misha said she hasn’t even been responding to his incessant emails about GISH.”

I looked at my boots and sighed a little. "I'm sure I'm just overreacting. Seeing trouble because I want it to be there. She's probably MIA because she's busy and she's spending all her extra focus on him."

Jared smiled and patted my shoulder. "That's the most introspective, clear-headed thing you've said since Atlanta. Maybe you will get through this with your life intact."

He walked out as the workmen handed me a new remote and asked if I needed anything else before they left. I shook my head and thanked them. Only one person could give me what I needed...and I couldn’t call her.

~~~

I spent the next few days thinking I was getting better. I was improving. I was talking to Dee again, video chatting every day and not wanting to ignore her existence completely. I wasn't drowning in bitterness anymore. I was gonna be okay, I could feel it.

Until Y/n drove her little Nissan rental car onto the lot. I was talking to the mechanics about a scene with the Impala when she got out and looked around. My throat went dry and I had to force myself to look away as she greeted several of the crew on her way to wardrobe. I excused myself from my conversation and...followed her, but not in a creeper way. I just wanted to see her.

Yeah, I know that seems creepy. That's why I didn't answer when Jared walked up to stand next to me as I was staring at the door of the makeup trailer, waiting for her to come out.

"What'cha doin'?" I just shrugged. "Y/n's in there?"

"Yep."

"I don't need to tell you how creepy it is for you to be standing out here like a stalker, do I?"

"Nope."

"Good, then I won’t. Go run lines with Alex or something, I'm gonna go say 'hi'." I nodded, not watching as he walking away. I just turned and headed for Alex's trailer so I wouldn't be tempted to stick around. I didn’t run lines, though, just let the kid provide a distracting conversation for me as I waiting for call so I could interrogate Jared.

He immediately seemed on the defense. "I didn't have a lot of time to talk to her. She was due on Second Unit so I only had a few minutes, but we're gonna get dinner tonight so I can talk to her a bit more in depth."

"Okay, but how'd she seem? She seem good? Did you ask her about Tom? Is she happy?" I whispered furiously as we headed for the motel set.

He hesitated. He fucking hesitated. "I...don't know. I'm sure she is but…"

"But what?" I demanded, stopping in my tracks.

He ran his hand through his hair and rubbed the back of her neck. "She didn't want the Facebook post. We all guessed that but...the way she excused it...I don’t know, Ackles, it just seemed...off. She said something about him making decisions for her because she doesn't make good decisions. It just seemed...wrong. I don't know exactly why but...I'm gonna get to the bottom of it at dinner, okay? I'm sure it's nothing but bad wording on her part."

My mind went rampaging through options but I didn't really have any. There was nothing I could do. Even if there was something wrong, what could I do? Absolutely nothing.

"Jared...if she's not happy with him, you have to convince her-"

"I'm not going to convince her of shit, dude. If she's not happy, she will figure it out eventually. She's smart and she got out of her bad marriage and she can get herself out of this if it's bad."

I didn't bring up the fact that Nate fucking cheated on her and left her. What would be the point? I just went to work. Had to focus on something.

~~~

"She swears she's happy," Jared said as we ate our breakfast burritos the next day.

"And do you believe her? What about Tom making decisions for her?"

"She's letting him make decisions because she thinks he's helping her."

"Yeah? How does telling the world about their relationship when she said she didn't want him to help her?"

Jared shrugged. "He's helping with her career and Nova, too, apparently. Did you know Nate is trying to get full custody? She's under a lot of stress. That's probably what I was picking up on yesterday, ya know."

I rolled my eyes. I remembered Nate threatening to go after custody but I didn't think he'd actually do it. "Bet he just wants child support out of her. He doesn't give a fuck about that little girl."

"Yeah, but...it is what it is. And it's part of why she's off. Honestly, I also think she's afraid to be too close with the Family because they are all such good friends with you and staying close to them...puts her in your circle."

I scoffed. "What, like I'm gonna make things hard for her if she's hanging with fuckin' Misha or something?"

"No, not intentionally, but hearing about you, knowing that they don't know, having to act like nothing happened between you...that's gotta be as hard for her as it is for you."

I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment before sighing. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Of course not, but it did. She's dealing with her end of it the best she can. You have to do the same. You getting over it might allow her to come back comfortably. You ever think of that? That maybe the reason she can't be around you has nothing to do with Tom and has everything to do with her not being able to deal with the guilt and the angry looks you give her and how everything exploded."

He was right. I wanted Tom to be the reason she pulled away because then it wouldn't be my fault but it was. Everything was my fault.

"Oh, and she has her first late show appearance this week. I'm gonna give her a shout out on Twitter. A good friend would do the same. It's a Marvel thing, press for her Anthology."

"So Tom'll be there too," I guessed, bitterly.

"And Anthony Mackey and Sebastian Stan, yeah," he confirmed. "Look, you don't have to watch it. Just try to be supportive."

“If I’m gonna advertise for their press junket, I’m gonna fuckin’ watch the thing...for her.”

“You remember that Tom is all about the PDA, right? You might see something you don’t want to see.” Jared was trying to be helpful. I know he was, but...it just seemed like salt in my wounds.

“Yeah. I’m a big boy. I can handle it. Thanks.”

“If you say so, Ackles,” he said, before walking away.

~~~

I made sure I had a stiff drink in my hand when I sat down in my trailer to watch Y/n on Colbert. A double of the best whiskey I owned. I knew that it was going to be a long night. I figured an angry fit, maybe an ugly cry, was on the books. Instead, I felt a bit numb as I watched the Marvel crew walk onstage. Tom was holding her hand and they were both smiling so fucking bright. She looked so excited to be on that stage and so...good. I wanted to be upset about the way Tom sat right beside her and put a possessive hand on her arm, but I was so lost in her eyes and the smile she got when Colbert greeted her and congratulated her on her first late night appearance that I couldn't think much of anything.

But then Stephen said, "We gotta talk about that bombshell Tom dropped last week." and she (and Mackey) immediately said, "No, we don't." She didn't want to talk about it. She still wanted her goddamn privacy!

But the host pressed. Of course he did. It was newsworthy, after all. “Come on. It’s an important topic. You two met on set?”

She sighed and I think I saw her roll her eyes a bit. "Fine. I’ll play. Yes, we met on set. I flew down from Vancouver and I was trying really hard to be invisible. Before Supernatural, I was really good at that whole wallflower thing. Tom noticed me right away, so I guess my chameleon circuit is blown." I didn't get the joke but some of the people in the audience did because there was a smattering of laughter. "And that's how you find the Whovians," she commented with a little smile. "Anyway, Tom commented on my character's name and then he asked me for drinks. A couple days later, I invited him to sing with me at a convention and we...haven't spent much time apart since."

Tom's face contorted a bit and then he scoffed at her. "That's amazing."

She looked down at her lap, something between shame and guilt on her face. "What is?"

"That a woman so adept at the written word could take all of the poetry out of our first encounter." She bit her lip as he turned to look at Colbert. "Her hair caught my eye. Her natural coloring, not the dye job she did to cover her character’s ginger hair. It's this Neopolitan shade, with highlights of light and lowlights of brilliant caramel, but as I passed her the sun hit her just right to showcase the firey red strands that are usually hidden. When I saw that the hue of her eyes matched the brilliance of her smile, I knew I had to get to know her. When she got so shy the first time I spoke her name…" He turned back to her and I knew she was blushing, even through the TV screen. Even from a few thousand miles away, I could see what she was hiding behind her hair. "Like she's doing right now...I determined that I would get her out on the town, have a few drinks, and learn everything I could about her. By the time we took the stage for karaoke, I was absolutely taken with her."

Stephen leaned forward, trying to see Y/n. “And keeping it quiet for the last, what 3 months, that was really her idea?”

Tom nodded. “Definitely. I’m not a man that keeps quiet about his affections.”

“He’s a big fan of the PDA.” Sebastian Stan chuckled. “You remember the Taylor Swift shirt?”

“And you’re not?” Colbert asked. That was a loaded question. I knew she would have loved PDA with someone she wanted everyone to see her with. She took it to a self-deprecating place, though.

"I mean, look, I'm almost thirty and that is ancient by Hollywood’s standards for women and I'm just now getting started in show business." If thirty is ancient, what the hell was I to her? "A year ago, I was a cashier or running a forklift at a Sam's Club back home. I'm not used to everyone knowing every little detail of my life. I'm not used to anyone caring to know about me." She shook her head. "I knew this relationship would be something people would be all over if they knew about it. I mean...he's Tom Hiddleston and I'm just...who the hell am I? Nobody. We've been together a few months. We're still in that early infatuation stage where everything’s great and there’s never been any problems. We haven't even had our first fight yet. In my experience, things can fall apart pretty quickly as soon as you're out of the honeymoon stage."

"That's not true." I hated how Tom smiled at her. "We fought over the Facebook post."

"That wasn’t a fight, Tom. The knock-down, drag-out arguments I had with my ex...those were fights."

Colbert seemed to remember his place as host and leaned forward again. "So when he said that you were giving him the opportunity to leave without anyone capitalizing on your drama, that was…"

“It was totally true, but it’s more complicated than that. It wasn’t like I was rooting for him to leave me, I just…I mean, look at him. He’s Tom freakin’ Hiddleston." I rolled my eyes at her words. "His last girlfriend was Taylor Swift, who has like 8 inches of height on me and millions of dollars and a squad of supermodel best friends. I’m short and chubby and have a kid. It would’ve been unreasonable and, frankly, arrogant to assume he would stick around. How could I possibly know there was something lovable about me?”

She said that like a joke but I wanted to scream. She was being so mean to herself. She was being downright horrible. Why wasn't Tom disagreeing? Why wasn't he building her up? Why did she seem more torn down and broken than when I  met her?

“Anyway, why don’t we talk about the dang movie?" she volunteered, obviously tired of being the center of attention. "Which I had very little to do with so you can talk to Monsieurs Stan and Mackey, who’ve been sitting there annoyed with the relationship talk.”

“I don’t know about ‘annoyed’,” Anthony disputed with a smile.

“Don’t lie, Mack," Sebastian said, chuckling. “No, we’re good. She’s cool. I mean, we just met her in the green room 'cause she’s been forcing Tom to keep her a secret from us, too, but she seems genuine.”

“I’m gonna point out that she’s an actor, too, though. We’re well-versed in hiding our crazy. Also, she’s from the South. Southern women are either the most genuine chicks you’ll ever meet…or the ultimate in crazy.” Anthony Mackey obviously knows his Southern women.

“I’ve met her family. If she’s hiding any craziness, it’s directly resultant from them,” Tom responded.

Colbert's eyes went wide just like mine did. “Oh, insulting the family on national television, not a good idea."

“Nah, it’s okay. They know they’re crazy," Y/n covered. "And we’ll go with Anthony’s assessment. I got damage, and I use my acting chops to hide a lot of it, but…I’m…”

Tom must've sensed her floundering because he reached out to take her hand again. “She’s amazing. She’s intelligent, she’s funny, she’s gorgeous and better than all that, she’s an unbelievable mother." He got to meet Nova. He got to meet Nova and I only ever saw her through a video chat. Why did that burn? "Her daughter, Nova, is an absolute dream and it’s square on this woman’s shoulders.”

She looked uncomfortable with the praise. Maybe she wasn't used to hearing it from him...or maybe just not in so public a venue. “Okay, that’s not true. Nova is awesome but I can’t take full credit on that. Also, please let some other topic rule the time we got left, please. This is a MCU promo, not a Y/n promo.”

“As long as you’re not giving credit to anyone who doesn’t actually deserve it.” He almost growled that one. He seemed to have a problem with her past. Her parents, her ex...only Nova seemed to be spared.

“Please, Stephen, ask about the Winter Soldier sequence," she begged.

She sat silently through the rest of the segment as the others spoke enthusiastically about their characters and the rumored TV show for the Falcon and Winter Soldier and the growth of both characters in relation to Steve Rogers. She kept her eyes on her lap, or on her hand clasped in Tom's.

Something wasn't right. There was something very wrong.

I wasn’t with her. I wasn’t lifting her up. He was failing her...but there was nothing I could do about it. I picked up my whiskey and downed it in one gulp.

#cassie writes stuff #spn rpf #jensen x reader #jensen x danneel #tom hiddleston x reader #angst #alcohol abuse

[nopenototdaysatan]

Me just over here wondering to myself I wonder what would happen if my lalafell warrior of light met the links from Linked universe....

Chaos insued:

First thought on my mind is size. My "this is the tallest I can make for his race" lalafell is probably four size. I can only wonder at them seeing someone older than four who is still four's size. It would really put into perspective his shortness.

Second thought: If my wol dance partnered four and then four used the four sword to split, what would happen? I've determined that that 2 minute buff window would become more like an 8 minute buff window. But also what if the dance partner attribute almost keeps four from splitting as if the ability doesn't want to have more than one user and will keep you from that to the best of it's ability.

Third thought: Time and legend looking at the dark Knight lore as if the dark Knight power source makes the most sense and in some way they want it.

Fourth thought: Everyone freaks out when Scholar!wol summons Eos or Selene. You cannot tell me that all of them wouldn't be somewhat concerned by a fairy appearing out of nowhere from someone not of their world. They then become very concerned when it's revealed where we place our fairies in battle. (Death comes to any who place a fairy under the boss while with the chain)

Fifth thought: Hyrule and a wol vibing together from having friends who were "sleeping" for hundreds of years.

Sixth thought: wild and the wol vibing over exploring new places.

Seventh thought: I wonder what would happen if you just let the chain fuck around with your soul crystals(changes your job in FFXIV).

Addendum kinda wanna give fun and interesting classes to them all. This is less about their abilities and more about the chain having fun.

Legend- Red mage: legend should absolutely be given the right to both sword and magic. He would also look perfect in the red mage's armor.

On the other hand a black mage who refuses to use thunder is hilarious. Everyone else in a dungeon gets pissed off legend won't use his dot.

Hyrule: Blue mage- Chaos time! Let Hyrule both heal and cause massive damage. Also, why wouldn't I give him the job that requires you to learn spells from monsters. It's probably where he learned most of his skills from.

Twilight: monk- kinda boring but his fists are rated teen for violence. Beast master: we don't have this job yet but it is coming so that could be my second option. Would friend every animal and then be confused when they have violence in their eyes when anything tries to attack him.

Time: Dark knight: this man would absolutely use his trauma to become better at saving people. Am I wrong????

Warriors: Paladin- but let's make it fun and make him self sacrifice by having him always use cover (takes 100% of damage from a chosen party member) on his party members...even when they are already using their own shields.

Sky: Warrior- I never wanna see this man pissed off. On a more vibe aspect: Bard- just let him play his harp till the enemies stop coming.

Wind: Ninja- shut up, I know he's pirate themed and I should give him a gun but who else but wind could have a bunny of "you missed up your mudras" and make that look cool. Plus I wanna let him go fast.( Ninja's have the highest speed.)

Wild: Blue mage: Again, the monsters taught him how to fight after waking up again. Second option: Gunbreaker- fusing. Enough said. (Gunbreaker also has the highest damage ceiling of all tanks. Of course I'm giving one of the best dpsing tanks to the link who takes on lynels for fun.)

Four: machinist- no one else fits the machinist's goal of creating new and better weaponry than four. All of the different mechanisms you use to fight as a machinist just fit fours need to build and create.

Addendum for colors:

Green: viper- wanted to give him a sword plus it looks fairly swooshy from the trailer (secondary option dragoon: let my second wimdy boi fly with those jumps)

Red: black mage- fire only. Everyone keeps telling him to use ice but he refuses especially when playing with blue. Second option: Pictomancy! - let red draw his way to victory.

Blue: Warrior- he deserves to have a big axe and this way he can use his anger to help bolster his damage.

Vio: Bard- but not your stereotypical bard no, Vio is singing or reciting old takes of wars and myths. He'll use all the darkest old tales to win a fight.

(Shadow[I just wanna give him a pretty weapon.]: Dark knight: emotionally he fits it very well but Reaper: a play style that has the coolest movement ability and lots of cool effects. He likes acting like he's actually death coming for people.

Kinda wanna do all the Zelda's......)

Either thought: if the chain played FFXIV what would happen? Legend would get every class as soon as he could and then level them all to Max first. He's also on the grind to get every single achievement. May his soul rest in peace.

Sky would spend so much time crafting. Main quest? No. Side quest? No. Carpentry class quest? Yes. (He also is one of those players who stands in one of the city states and plays music for others.)

Time and twilight have their fishing class at mat lvl and regularly do ocean fishing to relax.

Wild does ultimates for fun. He also has the best glams (don't tell wars) out of the chain.

Hyrule has all of the sight seeing locations done for every expansion. He likes to go and get lost in the new locations of every expansion. It takes him at least a week longer than everyone else to finish the main content due to this.

Four: most recent crafting recipes and island sanctuary (he's here to make cool shit and relax) I could see him also enjoying the tribal quests as well.

Warrior: the most mentor to mentor out of all mentors. He does the mentor roulette for fun the poor bastard.

Wind: rps with his friends. They have a rp going on in Limsa about a land flooded by the gods.

(I think that's all of my FFXIV x Linked universe hyperfixation, for now at least. CX

#screaming into the abyss #hyperfixation time #FFXIV #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #linked universe #lu #loz #crossover #satan making goat sounds at the people

[starkstruck27]

Fourth fill for @mungrovebingos!! This one is gonna be about Billy getting his wisdom teeth taken out and Eddie taking care of him afterwards. Story is under the cut, I hope everyone enjoys, and Ao3 link is here.

Prompt was "Free Space", and it's 3,790 words.

It was the middle of July when Billy had set to go to the dentist to get his wisdom teeth removed. He was terrified, mostly because his experience with doctors was never really positive growing up, and anesthesia scared him to death, but after his last dental check up, they’d told him he had to get them out soon or else they’d start to cause him problems, so he had to just bite the bullet and get it done.

Thankfully, he wasn’t going to be in it alone. Max had promised to help take care of him while he recovered, and of course his wonderful boyfriend Eddie would be there, too. He was the one that was going to drive them to and from the place, and since he lived at the trailer just across from theirs, he swore he’d be there every second to make sure Billy was okay. 

Finally, the day came around, and Billy almost faked a migraine to avoid getting out of bed. But of course, Eddie and Max saw right through it, making him get up, but allowing him to at least stay in his pajamas as they carted him off to the dental clinic.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Eddie had said on the way there, “This is one of the most common medical procedures there is! And Max and I will be there with you the whole time.”

“Yeah, it won’t be so bad. Think of it this way, you can either get it done now, or you can whine like a baby and wait to get it done until it’s already painful as hell and your mouth is all fucked up,” Max chimed in from the backseat, adjusting her glasses. 

“I guess,” Billy huffed, slumping down in his seat, “Still, it gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll hold your hand the whole time,” Eddie offered, flashing a smile before refocusing on the road and driving the car. 

They finally pulled up outside the clinic and Eddie and Billy helped Max into her wheelchair, all three of them going inside to the front desk to get Billy checked in. The receptionist told them that a nurse would come get them shortly, so the three of them went to sit in the waiting room. Billy was fidgeting so bad that Max eventually wheeled herself in front of him, asking him to braid her hair for her, just so he had something to keep his hands busy. It wasn’t the most pristine hairstyle he’d ever do for her because of the way his hands were shaking, but it kept him occupied long enough for the nurses to come out and call his name.

“Billy?” A young nurse called, looking over the waiting room. She had long brown hair that was pulled back and a pair of brown glasses on her face, and her scrubs had pictures from Winnie-the-Pooh scattered all over them.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Billy finally said, after taking a few more deep breaths. Eddie squeezed his hand as he stood up, and Max gave him a thumbs up as he followed the nurse back into the office.

“Nervous?” She asked, smiling over her shoulder as they walked. 

“A little,” Billy admitted, looking at the ground.

“I get that,” the nurse said, “I was scared to death when I got mine out when I was younger. But it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. The worst part is right now, when you have the time to worry. But it should only take about an hour and then you’ll be good as new.”

“You get commission pay if you give that pitch to all your patients?” Billy asked, his heart racing as he was finally shown into a room.

“If only,” the nurse said, smirking at him as she set his file down on a countertop and began to pull on a pair of gloves. Billy sat down in the chair and began to drum his fingers on the arm rest, trying his hardest to calm down. The nurse said it was a simple procedure, and that this was the worst part right here, so he didn’t have anything to worry about. But he couldn’t help the way he began to sweat as the nurse started setting tools out on a metal tray, each one looking sharper and more painful than the last.

“Okay, are you Billy?” Another voice called as they whisked into the room. It was the doctor or dentist or whatever that was going to be doing the surgery, and Billy felt his lungs getting caught in his throat when he saw him. He didn’t look mean, in fact, with his dark hair and short, round body, he looked like a big teddy bear, but still, the fact that he was going to be cutting Billy’s mouth open still gave him the willies. But he managed a nod, and the man smiled, so he tried to force himself to relax again. 

“Good! I’m Dr. Hartford, I’m going to be doing your procedure today,” the man said, picking up Billy’s file and opening it. “Okay, so it says here that you’ve got all four of your wisdom teeth that need to be extracted, all of them impacted, so we’re gonna give you a bit more anesthesia than normal just to make extra sure you don’t feel any pain. We’re not gonna put you completely to sleep, but you’ll be kind of drifting in and out while we work, so you might remember some things, but most of it you won’t. Like I said, it shouldn’t take long, and then after we sit you up and make sure you’re alright, we’ll send you home. Did anybody come with you today?”

“Y-yeah, my friend and my sister, b-b-but I’m not so sure this is such a good idea anymore, uh,” Billy felt his legs jiggling a little as he began to sit up, panic taking over, “I think, uh, I just gotta think this over a little more before we start cutting my mouth open, so-”

Billy tried to get up, but the nurse laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed him back down.

“I know you’re nervous, Billy, but I promise, nothing bad is going to happen. You won’t even know it when I start, you won’t feel a thing, and it’ll be over before you know it. Do you need a minute to get yourself calmed down before we start?” Dr. Hartford asked, his voice still soft and calm as he smiled sympathetically.

“Yes, please,” Billy mumbled, his fingers trembling where they laid on the arm rests. 

“Okay, Casey and I will be right back. Is there anything else we can do to help you relax?” Dr. Hartford asked as he stood, putting Billy’s file back on the counter.

“Um, yeah,” Billy said, trying to swallow down some of his nerves, “Is it okay if my friend came back here and sat with me, just until I’m put under? I know with my sister it’s probably a no because of her wheelchair, but can I have Eddie here?”

“That’ll be fine. You take a moment to calm down and we’ll bring him back, alright?” Dr. Hartford said, then he and the nurse, Casey, left the room. 

They returned a few minutes later with Eddie in tow, allowing the two boys a few minutes by themselves before they went back in to start prepping Billy for his procedure.

“They said you wanted to see me,” Eddie said as he sat down on a chair next to Billy, taking his hand and squeezing it.

“I don’t wanna do this, Ed,” Billy practically whined.

“I know you don’t, but you kinda have to. Besides, once they knock you out, you won’t feel a thing. And like I said, I’ll be right here with you the whole time. Then Max and I will take you home and take care of you. It’s gonna be fine,” Eddie said, leaning over and giving Billy a quick kiss to help calm him down.

“You promise you won’t leave me?” Billy asked.

“I promise. Now, can I tell the doc that you’re ready to go?” Eddie asked, flashing another bright smile to make Billy feel as safe as possible.

“I guess. Let’s get this over with,” Billy said, rolling his eyes as Eddie went to go get the doctor. He and Casey walked back into the room, both wearing surgical gloves and masks as they began to get some things ready behind Billy. Casey came over and put an IV drip in his arm, Billy having to squeeze his eyes shut and grip Eddie’s hand to even let her near him. He would deny it until his dying day, but he whimpered as the needle finally poked into his vein, and Eddie had to talk to him like he was a little boy again to keep him from hyperventilating. 

“Okay Billy, we’re gonna start the anesthesia now,” Dr. Hartford said, “Now, just breathe normally, and it’ll be over before you know it. Just try to relax.”

Billy really didn’t remember much after that, just like the doctor said would happen. He had a couple of vague memories of the doctor or Casey asking if he was okay, a few snippets where he saw gauze or a tool hovering over his mouth, and an inkling of time passing by, but other than that, nothing. The only thing he knew for sure the entire time was that Eddie was still there, holding his hand just like he said he would. 

The first real memory he had after the procedure was finished was of Eddie still holding his hand as the doctor helped him sit up, telling him to take his time to get his bearings before they tried to head out. The memory was fuzzy, though, and his head was still kind of floaty, so much so that nothing even felt real, it felt more like a dream. He could vaguely hear Eddie talking to the doctor as he tried to piece together why his face felt like a puffer fish, but he didn’t catch much. That is, until Eddie helped him get to his feet and keep steady as they walked out of the clinic.

“How’d it go?” Max asked as they walked out, trying not to giggle at Billy. He looked like a chipmunk with a nut allergy.

“Good. He’s still loopy from all the drugs, but he should be fine by tonight. At least, that’s what the doc said,” Eddie replied as he leaned Billy up against the van so he could dig out his keys and help Max into the backseat.

“‘M sleepy,” Billy butted into the conversation, the gauze in his mouth muffling his words, “Wanna go t’ sleep.”

“Okay, baby, just wait a second,” Eddie cooed, finally getting Max into her seat and folding up her chair to put in the back. “Why don’t you sit in the back on the ride home so you can stretch out and relax, okay?”

“M’kay,” Billy said, letting Eddie help him into the back. He laid down on the seat with his head in Max’s lap, and he closed his eyes as Eddie got back up front and started the car. When he opened them again, Max smiled down at him, combing her fingers through his hair to keep him calm, but Billy took one look at her and burst into tears.

“Billy? What’s wrong?” Max asked, “Are you in pain? What’s happening?”

“What’s going on back there?” Eddie asked, glancing back at them through the rearview mirror.

“I-I jus’ love ya s’ much, Max,” Billy blubbered, tears falling down his cheeks like waterfalls. “I don’ tell ya ‘nuff, b’t I love ya t’ pieces, ya silly little bug.”

“Aww, Billy, I love you, too,” Max said, doing her best not to bust out laughing. Billy was never very expressive about his affection in words, more so in actions, so it was normally like pulling teeth (pun fully intended) to get him to say something like this to her. But right now, he was so delirious that he was just saying whatever was on his mind, and it was adorable.

Billy was in and out of sleep for the rest of the ride home, dozing on Max’s lap for the most part, but every so often waking up to say something or make a noise. At one point, he woke up as Bohemian Rhapsody began to play on the radio, and he began to sing along to it as best he could. Eddie almost crashed the van from how hard he laughed at his boyfriend’s antics. He really put everything into that performance, and he conked out again right after.

As they were driving back to the trailer park, Eddie saw a Wendy’s drive thru, and he and Max decided to stop for some lunch. Billy was still asleep in the backseat, but Eddie knew he’d probably be hungry when he woke up, so once he ordered his and Max’s food, he ordered him a chocolate Frosty as well. 

“Where are we?” Billy asked just as Eddie pulled forward after placing their order.

“We’re in a drive thru. Max and I were hungry, so we decided to get Wendy’s,” Eddie responded, inching up just a bit more. As Billy started to cry again. His face was still blotchy from the last time, and Eddie swore he could feel his heart melting a little as Billy sniffled.

“What’s wrong now, Billy?” He asked.

“Those doctors stole m’ teeth,” he whimpered, “How’m I gonna eat?” 

Max couldn’t help herself, she started laughing this time, having to hold Billy's head on her lap so she wouldn’t jostle him too much. He could still tell she was laughing, though, and it only made him cry harder.

“‘S not funny, Max!” He said, trying to shove her hands away, but only succeeding in pawing at the air.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” she continued to giggle, but trying to get it under control.

“And don’t worry, Bill, you still have your teeth, they only took the ones you weren’t using anyway,” Eddie tried to reassure him, “Besides, we got you a Frosty. You don’t even need teeth to eat one of those, so it’s all gonna work out fine. Does that sound good?”

“Uh-huh,” Billy said, Max helping him to sit up as Eddie started handing them their stuff. He gave Billy his Frosty and a spoon and Max helped him to eat it, having to wait until he was a little more awake to let him eat it by himself.

When they finally got back to the trailer park, Billy was still out of it, but at least he was awake enough to make it inside without needing too much help. They went over to the Mayfield’s trailer and, once inside, Max kept Billy entertained until Eddie could make him a bed on the couch. He couldn’t help but laugh as Max tried to keep him occupied by reading him a book, but he kept taking the things in it seriously, as if he and Max were having a real conversation. At one point, Eddie had to chase after Billy before he could get outside, since he thought Max was telling him about her dog that ran away, and he thought he had to go out and try and catch it for her.

“I gotta go catch the yellow dog,” he’d said when asked where he was going, and Eddie had to make Max put the book away lest Billy actually manage to get outside and end up hurting himself. 

Finally Eddie had finished making him a bed, and he helped him take his shoes off so he could lie down and relax for a while. As soon as Billy’s head hit the pillow, he was out again, and Eddie and Max were glad for the break. They turned on the TV and relaxed in the living room, making sure that he was alright as he slept through the afternoon. Eddie only woke him up twice, once to help him take some medicine and once to change out the ice packs strapped to either side of his face. Other than that, he let him sleep as much as he wanted.

This only became a problem a couple of hours before he woke him up to eat something, when Billy began to talk in his sleep. It was still muffled from the bandages, and because he was asleep, it only became further slurred, but he and Max could still make it out if they tried hard enough. 

“I c’n’t help ya if ya don’ fill out the right form!” He insisted with his eyes closed, making Max smile a little.

“What do you think he’s dreaming about?” She said, suppressing a giggle. She knew Billy was in pain and still high, so she didn’t want to make fun of him too much, but she was only human, and Billy was rarely ever this funny.

“Having some kind of office job, I guess,” Eddie said, smiling a little at the thought. Billy would be the cutest office worker ever in his opinion.

After that, Billy was quiet again for a while. Max had gone back to trying to learn how to crochet (she might never ride her skateboard again after what happened to her, so her therapist had suggested trying to learn another hobby) and Eddie had gone back to making a batch of Uncle Wayne’s famous vegetable soup for them to have for dinner. He’d needed to run across to their own trailer to get something for it, and when he’d come back into the living room of the Mayfield’s place, Billy decided to pipe up again.

“Awwww shit, here comes pencil man,” he said, and Max couldn’t contain her laughter this time.

“What?” She said, though she knew Billy was asleep. Still, this was the most out of pocket thing he’d said all day, and she couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

“He’s gonna send off the penis rockets,” Billy explained, as if that made any more sense. Max was full-on cackling at this point.

“The what?” She asked again, tears starting to stream down her face, “Who is pencil man?”

“Max, stop talking back to him. I know it’s funny, but he needs to rest. Just let him sleep, quit messing with him,” Eddie said, though he was on the verge of laughing, too.

“Yeah,” Billy chimed in, “Pencil man will fuck you up!”

After that, neither of them could help the way they laughed. They had no idea what he was talking about, didn’t even know if he knew, but it was hilarious. Unfortunately, they laughed loud enough to wake Billy up, so Max had to find another way to keep him entertained again until Eddie finished with dinner.

After they ate, Billy laid back on the couch and stayed mostly quiet as they watched a movie on TV. The drugs were starting to wear off at this point, but he was still a little delirious. Finally, the sun had set and it was getting late, so Max wheeled herself off to bed and left Eddie and Billy sitting side by side on the couch as another movie started after a commercial break. It was some kind of romance movie from the 40’s or 50’s, Eddie really wasn’t paying that much attention to it, but Billy seemed invested, so he left it on.

“Hey, c’n I tell ya a secret?” Billy asked at some point, just as Eddie started to drift off himself.

“Hmm?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter to try and fend off the exhaustion.

“Ya see the way she’s lookin’ at ‘im?” Billy asked, pointing at the TV screen. Eddie squinted at the picture, then looked back at Billy.

“Yeah?” He asked, not quite understanding where he was going with this.

“She’s lookin’ at ‘im like that cuz she’s in love,” Billy said matter-of-factly. “

“Uh-huh,” Eddie said, still confused, but deciding not to question it.

“Yeah,” Billy sighed, settling back down on the couch. “I think ’m in love, too. With Eddie. That’s m’ secret. But ya can’t tell ‘im, ‘kay? I wanna tell ‘im myself s’metime. Jus’ not yet. So ya gotta promise t’ keep it a secret.”

Eddie smiled so wide his face hurt as Billy said all this, his cheeks feeling as warm as the summer air outside and his heart fluttering like a deranged moth to a lamp.

“Okay, big guy. I promise,” he said, kissing his cheek gently as Billy went back to watching the movie. After all, he loved him, too.

Billy was pretty much back to normal by the next morning. His face was still swollen and he still needed help taking his medicine and keeping his bandages clean, but he was no longer as silly or dazed as he was the day before. Max was a little disappointed, but she was glad that he was getting better. Still, she couldn’t help but still giggle as she thought of some of the things he did and said the day before. Especially as she recounted the events to Billy himself.

“Oh my gosh, it was so funny!” Max said as they ate breakfast the next morning. Eddie had slept on the floor by the couch the night before just in case they needed anything, so he’d gotten up early that morning to make them breakfast, too. Poor Billy couldn’t eat anything solid yet, so he had to choke down oatmeal that was so soggy, it was more like grain soup.

“I’m glad my being in pain amuses you, Maxine,” he said, it coming out a little clearer without as much gauze in his mouth.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that you were so high you had absolutely no filter. And then you started talking in your sleep and I swear, I died!” She said, still giggling as she ate her toast.

“She’s just trying to get your goat, baby. It really wasn’t as bad as all that. Although, some of the things you said really were funny,” Eddie said, smiling at him sympathetically and leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.

“Yeah, especially when you started going on about pencil man!” Max said. Billy just gave her a confused look, blinking at her like an owl.

“Who the fuck is pencil man?” He asked, completely lost. Eddie bit his lip to stifle a chuckle as he tried to explain. Max just laughed so hard, orange juice came out of her nose.

#mungrovesummerbingo2023 #billy hargrove #eddie munson #max mayfield #mungrove #ficlet #stranger things

[weasleytwinwheezes]

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Eddie Munson x Afab!Reader

Mostly GN except for the use of she/her/woman

AN- this is my first post after being shadowbanned for a month! I’m so happy to be back! Please send in requests!

Eddie Munson could name the most important things in the world to him on one hand. 

The first finger, his thumb, would be his uncle. Wayne had done more for him than anyone else. He took in a scrawny, abandoned child and loved him as much as he could. He gave up his lifelong dream of traveling coast to coast collecting every mug he could. The first Christmas they spent together, Wayne worked extra nights on the road to buy Eddie and him a home. Granted it was a rather rundown trailer, on the other side of Hawkins. But it was the first home Eddie ever called that, the first one to ever be worthy of the name. Eddie didn’t shut up about it for weeks. “He had his own room and a big bed all to himself!” Wayne was an honest man, the type of man Eddie strived to be one day. Above all else, he was the best father Eddie could ever ask for. 

The second finger, his pointer, would be his guitar. From his earliest memories, even the bad ones, music was his saving grace. When his parents' small arguments turned into plates being thrown and shattered, he could always count on music to drown it all out. When childhood fear turned into teenage angst, he formed Corroded Coffin. He saved as much money as he could that summer and practically burst into flames when he left the music store. The proud owner of a brand new mahogany Warlock NJ, Eddie felt like he could rule the world. A feeling that he still felt every time he held it. 

The third finger, his middle, would be his Hellfire Club. His years as a misfit were some of his loneliest. Feeling like a freak in a town of cookie-cutter people, wasn’t a feeling that any child should face. He tried to fit in, tried to like the boring music, and bland clothes. But that wasn’t him, it would never be him. So he stopped conforming, he grew his hair out and wore his denim vest. Eventually others like him,other freaks, found their way to him. His merry band of loners, his very own island of misfit toys. Together they formed Hellfire. A group of outcasts who found a common interest in a world of complete fantasy. A world where they could be the heroes, not the freaks. Eddie surrounded himself with people who made him feel like he belonged. 

The fourth finger, his ring finger, was for Y/N. He lived most of his life worried that after Wayne was gone, that he would be alone. Eddie never saw himself as the type of man that a woman would see as a provider, a protector. Even if that’s what he wanted more than anything. As a child he had watched a marriage sour before his very eyes, primarily because of his shitty excuse of a dad. He always swore he couldn’t be that. He would care for and unconditionally love whoever snagged his heart. But he had no expectations that he would ever get that. Until you. You barged your way into his life with a baseball bat covered with nails. He never expected you at all. From your first meeting, thoughts of you consumed him hour by hour. He was, quite frankly, a man obsessed. That’s the only way to describe it. From the moment you met, you held Eddie's heart in your hands. He placed it there carelessly, not worried for the first time in his life that it wouldn’t be safe. Eddie had found love with someone who didn’t just want him as a fun little story to tell their friends. He was no longer something crazy someone did. He was a person finally receiving the love he deserved. 

The fifth and final finger, his pinky, for all the promises he has and will make. Eddie didn’t have much. He wasn’t the smartest in the world, nor was he very charming. He fumbled his way through life with a goofy smile and smartass comment. But Eddie was loyal and reliable. He didn’t make promises half-heartedly and he only promised things he could deliver. So when he wrapped his pinky finger around Y/N’s and promised to make her the happiest girl in the world, she believed him. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson st4 #Eddie Munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #stranger things fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4

[lauren-210]

Since when do you like THG/TBOSAS? Tell me your fandom story 😊

Have you read or watched all the books/movies?

Thank you.

@curiousnonny

Hi! Thanks for the question! Okay, storytime! 😀

As for my own history, I got into the series when I was 16 back in 2012 right around the time the first film was being advertised and about to come out very soon in theaters. I was in 9th grade in high school and I just turned 16 back in February, so it was about a month after my birthday when the first film was coming out. I saw the trailers for the film on TV, noticed in the trailers that it was based off a book, and I was very interested in what the story was about. I was actually under the impression that the series took place in the past like the Great Depression or World War 2 based on how everyone was dressed in District 12 during the Reaping and how poor District 12 was until I saw that there was very futuristic/modern technology and got the gist of the concept behind the Games and seeing The Capitol, so I had to take the historical fiction idea out of my head and learned that it was YA dystopia (which was a genre I hadn't read that much as a teen during that time).

I decided to pick up the whole trilogy and read the first book before going out to see the film in theaters. I got hooked into the book, loved it, and decided to see the film, which I really enjoyed a lot. I continued to repeat the process and read both Catching Fire and Mockingjay afterwards and then saw Catching Fire and both Mockingjay films in theaters on the first day they were released and I've been such a huge fan of the series ever since.

As for Ballad, I was super excited after finding out the news about a new book in the series back in 2019 a month after I had graduated from college and returning home. I remember that day when I was scrolling on my phone on Facebook, I suddenly saw the Scholastic post announcing the "Untitled Panem Novel" with that black cover with the white feather and release date of May 19th, 2020. My entire world spun around and I was just in complete hype mood because I couldn't believe were were getting a fourth book in the series and I was non-stop excited to speculate what it was gonna be about/waiting each day for its release. I also thought it was gonna be special to me because the release date for it was exactly one year after I had graduated from college. Then, after learning it was going to be a prequel set 64 years before the first book and centered on Snow when he was 18, I was very fascinated by that idea and the general synopsis of the plot and I fully trusted Suzanne with this book.

However, I actually ended up not getting towards reading the book until late December 2021 since I was very busy with graduate school in between 2019-2021 (and I was dealing with personal issues during September 2021 with a loss in the family). I ended up loving the book and it stands as my second favorite in the series only behind Catching Fire!

And of course I've read all the books and seen all the films multiple times. I've seen Ballad twice in theaters, which was great and also loved it (also stands as my second favorite film in the series similarly for the books), and thought it was a solid adaptation but just like the other films, I do have my own criticisms for sure and would have wanted other aspects from the book incorporated into the film, but overall, I think it did it justice in bringing the book to life.

......................Plus, Ballad introduced my absolute favorite character of the series: My best friend, my District 2 golden boy, my love: Sejanus Plinth, so Ballad also gets a +1 for me ❤️

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games fandom #q&a #storytime

[violetevents]

sparks fly when you smile

pairing: steve/eddie word count: 1,5k july writing challenge: day 3. sparks (other entries) a/n: i keep trying to write short drabbles that then continue to absolutely get away from me. so uh, here. have 1,5k of eddie and steve being soft and cute together :)

“There’s someone pacing around our front yard,” Wayne says, peering through the curtains of their new trailer. Although new is a bit of an overstatement, seeing as the trailer is very much second hand. But their old one got swallowed by the newly formed gate to the upside down, and they could take this one off their neighbors hands for practically nothing. Eddie’s pretty sure they were just desperate to get out of Hawkins.

And who can blame them? Shit got pretty bad, after he nearly died at the hands of the demobats, and the cross gate opened, and Vecna came back again even though they thought they’d gotten rid of him.

Vecna is really truly actually dead now, though, and Eddie’s pretty sure the upside down is permanently closed. Still, he can’t blame people for not fully trusting those facts and getting the hell out of dodge, just in case.

“Isn’t that the Harrington boy?” Wayne musses, still at the window, unperturbed by Eddie’s unresponsiveness.

“Steve?” Eddie asks, head shooting up from where he was practicing songs on the guitar. Him and Steve left things on kind of shaky terms, after fighting Vecna for the second time. He’s pretty sure there were moments during that fight where they were flirting. But that was during a life and death situation, and this is now, and Eddie’s pretty sure that means it’s different.

Now, they’re once again Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, and according to the laws of the real world, that means they don’t interact anymore.

And yet, here Steve is. In his front yard, of all places.

“Oh for god’s sake, Ed, put the guy out of his goddamn misery before he creates a moat in the goddamn yard,” Wayne says, as he watches through the gap in the curtains while Steve starts what must be his 56th lap.

“Oh, yeah, right, I will…” Eddie scrambles off the couch, nearly tripping over a discarded book on the floor as he tries to walk towards the door and take off his guitar at the same time. Eventually he ends up sort of awkwardly face planting the door, only just saving his guitar from smashing into the wall.

Wayne shakes his head fondly, and disappears off into his bedroom.

Eddie takes a deep steading breath, and swings open the door. “King Steve! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Steve startles, like he hadn’t expected to see Eddie, despite trampling his daisies for the past fifteen minutes. “Eddie!”

“That’s me. So what can I help you with today, my liege?” Eddie does a little bow, and Steve does a frustrated little huff laugh at the theatrics.

“It’s uh,” he runs a hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. “We’re uh. Holding this thing at my house on Friday. Fourth of July. It’s not a party, but it’s just. It’s been a year since Billy passed away, and we just really don’t want Max to be alone, since she’s clearly still dealing with some shit. And I thought, you probably don’t really want to be alone either, with all the shit we went through with Vecna, so uh. I thought maybe you wanted to come?”

Steve has told this whole story to the sad little potted plant next to Eddie’s foot. It’s kind of endearing, how flustered he seems. Eddie has no clue why, perse. He’s pretty sure he’s the one who’s supposed to be flustered. After all, he’s the one being invited to a Fourth of July Not Party by the Steve Harrington.

He contemplates making a joke about it, but Steve does seem really earnest, and the gesture is actually really nice. So he withholds the jokes, and instead nods thoughtfully. “Yeah, I would like that,” he says, and Steve finally looks up to him, smiling widely.

“Great!” He says, “Awesome! So, uh I will see you at my place on Friday? 3 ‘o clock or something?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, wondering when on earth this became his life. “Yeah, see you on Friday.”

--

“Eddie, huh?” Robin musses, sitting cross legged on Steve’s counter. Next to her, Steve is dumping chips into bowls.

“Yes,” Steve says, “I invited Eddie Munson.” He pauses and glances over at Robin. “Oh for fuck’s sake, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what,” says Robin, while aggressively waggling her eyebrows. “I’m just saying. It can’t be a coinkydink that you tell me you might also be into guys and then a week later you suddenly invite Eddie Munson over for Fourth of July.”

Steve squints at her, as he opens a can of dip. “We’re inviting most of the ‘helped saved the world’ people, and Eddie happens to be one of those. It’s purely coinkydink.” He doesn’t say friends, because he’s not sure if that’s what him and Eddie are, yet. He’d like to be, for sure. But he doesn’t want to be presumptuous.

Robin grins at him and steals a chip. “Sure, buddy. Keep telling yourself that.”

Steve sticks his tongue out at her, and then goes to move some of the bowls into the living room. The truth is he did invite Eddie because he thinks there might be something there, and he would love to see what that something could be. But he can’t tell Robin that. Not because he doesn’t trust him, but because she would be so annoying about it.

Case in point, she’s currently following him around the house, humming ‘Take My Breath Away’ under her breath.

Luckily, at that point, everyone starts arriving and both Robin and Steve are distracted.

Eddie shows up last, smiling sheepishly and waving sort of awkwardly, and Steve can’t help the grin that spreads on his face. He was almost afraid the other guy wasn’t going to show up.

“Eddie,” he says, pulling him in for a hug, mostly out of habit. Steve’s a hugger, he can’t help it. Eddie tenses, but only for a second, and then immediately relaxes into it.

“Thanks again for inviting me,” he says, mostly into Steve’s shoulder, and Steve momentarily wishes they could stay like this forever.

They can’t, though, because there’s a house full of people that need to be entertained, so eventually Steve pulls away, and pats him on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you a beer.”

Everybody hangs out by the pool for most of the afternoon, and Steve can’t help but fondly stare at his people. They didn’t get out of the battle with Vecna totally unscathed. Max still has trouble using her hands, Dustin has a limp from a broken foot that never healed right, Nancy has a gnarly scar on her arm. But they’re all still here, they’re alive and they’re smiling and all things considered, Steve’s pretty sure that’s all he can ask for.

They eat pizza and when it turns dark everyone starts filing inside to watch a movie. Steve notices Eddie hanging back, however, and decides to hang back, too.

“You okay?” He asks, sitting down on the lounge chair next to Eddie’s.

Eddie smiles softly, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just needed some space.”

Steve hums. “They can kind of be a lot, huh?”

“What?” Eddie asks, looking bewildered. “No! No, that’s not.” He sighs, and twiddles with the ends of his hair. “They seem so… okay, you know? Everyone does. Like nothing from the past months ever even happened. It just makes me feel like I should be fine, too, and I’m not. I’m not at all.”

“Hey,” Steve says, leaning forward so he can place his hand on Eddie’s knee. “I can promise you that deep inside, none of them are okay. It’s just. This was like, our fourth time dealing with shit like this and it was your first. I guess all of us just got a lot better at hiding it.”

Eddie laughs, but it sounds hollow. “I know that should be reassuring, but it’s really not.”

Steve pulls a face. “Yeah. You’re right. But talking about it helps. And it does get better, eventually. The nightmares become less, you start sleeping better, you start to realize how fucking great getting enough sleep is, and then slowly, it all becomes a little bit easier to carry.”

Eddie looks at him, soft and hopeful. “Really?”

“Really,” Steve says, squeezing Eddie’s knee. “You just have to learn to find joy in the little things.”

As if on cue, one of the neighbors light fireworks, lighting up the sky and painting it a million different colors.

“Like that?” Eddie asks, almost breathlessly, staring up at the sky with wonder in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Steve says, smiling softly, looking at the amazed look on Eddie’s face. “Like that.”

--

(Nancy finds them, later.

At some point, Eddie has joined Steve on his lounge chair. They both seem to have fallen asleep, Eddie half draped over Steve, snoring softly into his shoulder. Steve’s head is turned away, but his left arm is wrapped protectively around  Eddie’s back.

Nancy smiles softly to herself and decides it’s probably better to leave them alone. She closes the door behind her with a soft click.)

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #my st fic #july prompts

[freelanceexorcist]

FFVIIR Musings and the Multiroth of Madness

There are so many theories going around about FFVIIR and Sephiroth that its hard to keep up with them all. Some are great theories, some strain plausibility a bit but are still pretty good, while others are straight up ridink to the hinkulous. Others, good or bad, were Jossed. I’ll try to list as many as I can and, of course, give my opinion. The rest of this is under a cut because it’s very spoilery and very, very, very, very LOOOONNNNNGGG. And pedantic. And probably boring to anyone but me.

I’m going to assume anyone reading this knows about Japanese first-person pronoun usage, but if you don’t, check out this link (warning: TV Tropes), specifically the Ore and Watashi sections.

When His Voice is Like Ice but He Seems Sorta Nice,  That’s an Ore…

There are at least two versions of Sephiroth running around the Remake-verse.

This is established fact, because the devs said as much in the Remake Ultimania (full disclosure: I know very, very little to no Japanese and have been relying on the largesse of those who do and are providing accurate, good faith translations). In fact, there are four: one who is an illusion (hallucination?) on Cloud’s part. The second is him (or Jenova taking on his appearance) hijacking a black cloaked man to use as a meat suit. The third is a flashback of the Nibelheim incident. The fourth is Ore Sephiroth, who is identified as ??? in the book. The last one stands apart from the rest not just because of the pronoun, but because he is the only version that anyone other than Cloud can also see and he is described as a version that has never been seen in the Compilation before. At this time it is not clear if just one person (or alien eldritch abomination) is responsible for the other three.

Ore Sephiroth is the Crisis Core version, who never had a psychotic episode and therefore sidestepped the Nibelheim incident.

This is a good one, in fact it’s one of my favorites because I love me some CC Sephiroth. Alas, it was Jossed by the Rebirth trailer. He uses Ore when he says “you know I killed Tifa,” which shows that Ore is guilty of the events in Nibelheim and knows it or is at least accepting responsibility for it.

There’s also the problem that crops up if Ore Sephiroth is from the same timeline that Remake takes place in, because that causes a whopper of a temporal paradox. If Sephiroth doesn’t lose his mind and burn down Nibelheim, the characters would not have the experiences that shaped them into the people they are when the story begins or go on to form relationships with each other. But they are these people anyway, with the same experiences and issues that resulted from the Nibelheim incident and its aftermath, hence the paradox.

Ore Sephiroth is from a time post-Advent Children.

This was a good one at first but upon further inspection it doesn’t really hold up, at least for me. Since Remake is referencing portions of the Compilation, we need to take Case of the Lifestream: Black into account. In this story, following his defeat in the original game, Sephiroth released all of his memories to the Lifestream. He had to send the remnants out to scan peoples’ memories just to get an idea of what he looked like, let alone what his motivations ever were. He was essentially a blank canvas with only his rage, despair and white-hot hatred of Cloud forming his core and keeping him anchored to reality.

About those memories. Trauma and grief can really mess with the memory to various degrees. Grief can cause memory loss, and the intensity of the grief can determine how long that lasts, so there would be things some people just don’t remember. The trauma could cause existing memories to be blown out of proportion and exaggerated. Fears can become bigger, too. Sephiroth was the source of this trauma and grief, so it also follows that he went from “big, scary guy who wants to reboot the world and doesn’t think humans should get to live rent-free in the new digs” to “terrifying boogeyman who wants to wipe the planet of every living thing on it.” It’s possibly why he went from being a perfectly good-looking man in the rest of the Compilation to a ghostly pale, unnatural wraith in AC (but still hot. Who said that?!). Throw in Jenova’s species’ MO of eating a planet bare and using the barren husk to move on to do the same to the next one, and you’ve got his AC motivation.

It doesn’t even seem like it’s really Sephiroth anymore in AC so much as a rage-fueled golem made of Jenova cells, spite and the traumatized memories of a bunch of unreliable narrators. This doesn’t seem at all like Ore Sephiroth (although it is admittedly too early to know much about that).

Also, considering AC Sephiroth Flanderized himself into being the personification of “fuck this guy in particular” when it comes to Cloud, it doesn’t fit that Ore Sephiroth is so goshdarn NICE to him.  

Ore Sephiroth is the memories OG Sephiroth released to the Lifestream after his defeat given flesh.

I really like this one that I’ve seen here and there. It makes sense, too, when you take Case of the Lifestream: Black into account. Jenova is corrosive to the Lifestream, as we see with Geostigma. Angeal, Zack and Lucrecia can’t really cease to exist as individuals or even plain old die because the Lifestream would poison itself by letting them in. It makes sense that Sephiroth’s spirit energy would be kept intact and tucked away somewhere safe like an encapsulated tumor that can’t grow any bigger. In this case, the Lifestream found a use for him or he just straight up escaped.

Ore Sephiroth is a separate person but just as evil as Watashi Sephiroth.

But why though? What would be the point of having two identical characters both pursuing the same goal? “Like the original game, but BIGGER?” So they would cancel each other out? Wouldn’t it make more sense to just ditch Ore and keep Watashi if that were the case? Having Ore and Watashi as murder twinsies would result in Ore Sephiroth not serving any real function in the story, which is pretty sloppy writing. This seems like a bit of a stretch on the part of people who simply will not accept a version of Sephiroth that isn’t the mustache-twirlingly evil classic villain.

It doesn’t matter what pronoun he uses, because he used Ore after losing his shpadoinkles in the library and Watashi before luring the party into the singularity.

This seems like another stretch for the same reason. It does matter.

Yes, Sephiroth used Ore even after emerging from the library and putting Nibelheim to the torch. But the creators didn’t say that’s when he stopped using it, they said he switched when he met Jenova. This meeting took place after the village burned. Yeah, that seems like a distinction without a difference, but during this meeting, he was completely broken mentally and his physical proximity to her was the closest it had ever been. He was still himself to a degree before that, but what if his shattered psyche combined with the proximity really let her dig in? In the reactor the first time, he still had it together enough to shake himself out of it when he started glitching.

Also, there are signs that it’s not Sephiroth controlling the Whispers, but vice versa, at least to enough of a degree that they can keep him from really rearranging events in ways they can’t correct. He doesn’t start using Ore until the Edge of Creation, when the Whispers were completely eradicated (at least so far). This really great analysis explains this far better and more thoroughly than I could, so give it a look.

Watashi Sephiroth is the real deal and Ore Sephiroth is actually Jenova manipulating Cloud

I hope this isn’t the case, but man it’s plausible. In The Kids Are Alright, it’s noted that Jenova not only had the ability to mimic people the Cetra knew, she also would get into their heads, making them think that their fellow Cetra were plotting against them, effectively making them turn on each other and doing her job for her. What if Ore Sephiroth is actually Jenova trying to drive a wedge between Cloud and the rest of the party and getting him to turn on them by presenting herself as a version of Sephiroth that Cloud used to know and who died?

This one kind of breaks down upon further inspection too, though. If this is Jenova, she’s choosing a pretty cumbersome way of executing this strategy. Wouldn’t she be better served to impersonate someone Cloud already trusted and cared for, like Tifa (dun dun DUNNNNN – see below), or Zack or his mother? Why go through all the work of impersonating someone Cloud hates and then trying to get him to bury the hatchet and trust her that way? Not only would that be doing the fans of CC-era Sephiroth pretty damn dirty by making us get our hopes up only to get clowned, but it would also be unnecessarily complicated writing.  

Ore Sephiroth is from a different timeline.

Honestly, this is the one that is most likely, IMO. We know that alternate timelines are in play. We also know that Ore Sephiroth had at least some degree of autonomy if he was being controlled by the Whispers, or the final boss battle wouldn’t have happened because it didn’t happen that way in the OG.

That raises some questions, too. When was this timeline created? Does Remake take place in a timeline that is separate from the original game’s prime one? If so, do the Whispers exist only in Remake’s timeline to keep things from getting even more out of hand by different choices spawning new timelines? And does Aerith’s declaration of “everything about you is WRONG” mean that this version of Sephiroth isn’t supposed to exist here as long as the Whispers are around to keep things contained, meaning that his presence signifies that the Whispers dropped the timey wimey ball BIG TIME?

I guess we’ll find out in future installments, but one thing I want to say is that for as much as I would like it to be so, I don’t think Ore Sephiroth is one of the heroes here even if he does end up serving as a protagonist. I don’t think he’s an antagonist or villain either, but after all the shit he has done and has been done to him, he’s been through too much to come out the other end of it the same person he was in Crisis Core.

He may sincerely want to do the right thing this time around, but he’ll be morally grey, doing the right thing for probably selfish reasons and won’t care much about the personal moral code of anyone he has to align himself with to make it happen. Any altruism or defense of others would be because it gets him one step closer to his goal – true freedom. Boundless, terrifying freedom from Hojo, Shinra, Jenova, the Whispers or anyone else who would ever try to use him as a tool for their own purposes.

He might be truly selfless at some point, but probably not before a whole lot of convincing and not before he decides the risks to his own hide are worth it. There’s a reason I like to compare this vision of him to Negan from The Walking Dead, Joseph Lawrence from The Handmaid’s Tale and the man himself as he was characterized in Dissidia.   

Anyway. Moving on.

You Done Messed Up, A-A-Ron! Or Did You?

This will be a short section (“Oh, thank GOD!!” – everybody) because it’s just a bit from the Rebirth trailer and some other parts as well. I should stress it’s probably good practice to not come to any solid conclusions based on a few lines of out-of-context dialogue in what may or may not be a classic trailer misdirection. That last bit might be more likely than we think, since Purple Maybe Jenova Maybe Sephiroth Maybe Both appears to be speaking while the words are being said and how many people can really read lips, let alone read the lips of someone speaking Japanese? Speculate away, though! I sure plan to.

This is about the snippet of dialogue laid over Purple Jenovaroth being all menacing. Ore Sephiroth talks about how Jenova is said to be a monster who can imitate those her targets hate, fear or love. Then he insinuates that because he killed Tifa all those years ago, the current version must be some kind of Jenova-fueled imposter.

Many people quickly concluded that Sephiroth is just messing with Cloud’s head, but I don’t feel like that’s the case. I think it’s very possible that he simply doesn’t know she survived. After he slashed her, he walked away and never saw her again. A short time later, he was dead. What if Ore Sephiroth isn’t being calculating? What if he’s fallen for Jenova’s trick described above and is genuinely paranoid over the idea that she’s imitating people who Cloud trusts and who can influence him?

Sephiroth is powerful, but he’s not omniscient, nor was he in the original game either. So he may be thinking “yeah, no one escapes death at the end of my blade,” because Tifa is one of only a few who have, but she managed to beat the odds and survive. If he’s from a different timeline where he did succeed in killing her he would be correct in his assumption, but it’s not the case in this timeline.

Time will tell, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this doesn’t grow into a big plot point so much as serve to show the audience that, like Cloud, Ore Sephiroth is fallible. Like Cloud, he has gaps in his own memory and is just as much of an unreliable narrator. Like Cloud, he’s mentally unstable, making him susceptible to gaslighting that leads to paranoia. Like Cloud, he has lost people close to him who maybe can appear to him courtesy of Jenovillusions.

Odds and Ends

Sephiroth is just lying about all the things!

Funny thing is, Sephiroth only lied once in the Compilation when he impersonated Tifa in order to trick Barret into giving up the Black Materia, unless I’m forgetting something. He’s actually rather transparent and tells what he thinks is the truth.

And he didn’t mind rape Cloud with lies. Cloud was already good and mind raped by everything he’d gone through up until then. Sephiroth ripped the scales from Cloud’s eyes and told him a truth that he wasn’t ready to face yet, and that’s what pushed him over the edge but eventually led to him becoming stronger then ever before. Mind you, Sephiroth didn’t do any of this to be altruistic and was probably trying to soften Cloud up enough to make him easier to commandeer, but he did still tell him the truth. It was just the truth as he understood it.

See, he was in Potemkin Nibelheim at the same time as the party and was encountered in the basement library. He would have had plenty of time to read the notes on the Sephiroth Clone project and based his thinking on that. Because reading Hojo’s boogered-up notes and coming to his own conclusion worked out so well for him the last time he did it. /s

Sephiroth wanted the Whispers gone so he could change his own fate and win!

How boring, if true. That would just be a retread of the plot of the original game but with a twist everyone guessed a mile out, and if that’s all some people want, they’re free to play that and save their money.

At this point, we don’t really know what anyone’s motives really are. We know that Ore Sephiroth wants to save the planet and defy destiny, but that’s about it. We know that Watashi Sephiroth wants to troll the shit out of Cloud and turn into gigantic 80s metal band mascots to fight the party, but that’s about it for him as well. The Kalm flashback may clarify a few things, but it may also muddy the waters even more in order to spring a big twist on us later.

Sephiroth was controlling the Whispers!

What would he gain from that? The Whispers are there to make sure events chug along just as they did in the original game and presumably the Compilation. We know he’s a bit of a glutton for punishment, but why would he want a fate where he is defeated and killed over and over again? If anything, they were controlling him, at least to a degree, and what they were controlling is a version of him we’ve never seen before.

The eradication of the Whispers seems to have set Ore Sephiroth free. He talks of destiny, but in the Edge of Creation scene he wants to defy it and needs Cloud’s help to do so. His personality in this scene is subtly different, because he’s nicer. He merely disarms Cloud to end their duel when if this is the same Sephiroth from the original game, that would have been the perfect opportunity to take him out.

So yeah, that implies that Ore Sephiroth was being twisted into his OG/Compilation self in Remake’s timeline. So…what if Ore Sephiroth is from a different timeline and somehow made his way to Remake’s, prompting the planet to create the Whispers to contain him (and anyone else whose choices could potentially be effected by his anomalous presence)?

But the creators said there wouldn’t be any major changes!

Obviously the team changed their minds, because there have been some whoppers so far. They also said there would no new characters, but we’ve got loads of them in sizeable roles, unless they were referring to playable characters. It’s their sandbox, and if they decide that This Thing works better than That Other Thing, then it’s This Thing that will make it into the finished work, even if they stated in some pre-production interview that they were pretty married to That Other Thing at the time.

And the thing about remakes is that they are never exactly the same as the original or previous adaptations and the only things that remain intact-at least in a well-made remake-are the major plot points that move the story along from start to finish.

The movie A Star is Born is a good example of this. There are four versions of it than have been released, and they’re all different to varying degrees except for the major beats: he’s always a famous star when the story starts. He’s always an addict. She’s always a small-time performer at first and he’s plowed when they meet. He always takes her under his wing. They always fall in love. Her career always goes through the roof while his fizzles out. He always gets clean for a while but falls off the wagon. He always dies in the end. She always picks up the pieces and moves on. The same basic story is still told, but the space between point A and point B is a little different each time. What doesn’t change is anything that would significantly alter the basic plot. And these changes were pretty well received, considering all four movies got plenty of attention from the Academy.

So far, hardly any of the major beats of the story have changed yet. The only major difference is Sephiroth showing up for the final boss battle WAY too early, which gives us our first hint that the Whispers are losing control of fate. Now that they’re gone, there’s going to be a whooooole lot more that’s different, because getting rid of them enabled the creation of alternate timelines. About the only thing that is guaranteed is fans who will complain bitterly about the changes and flounce dramatically out of the fandom only to come right back a week later to complain some more. I know this because it happens in every fandom. Yes, all of them.

Watashi Sephiroth will not kill Aerith!

That big boom you just heard was the heads of every OG purist reading this exploding at once but hear me out.

I didn’t say she wasn’t going to die, I said it wouldn’t be him that kills her, and I base this on the assumption that he and Aerith are aware of previous iterations of the cycle and know what will happen next. If that is the case, he would know how badly he played himself by allowing her to enter the Lifestream where she becomes a Force ghost, completes Holy, thwarts his plan and goes on to eradicate Jenova entirely a few years later. He’d know that it was in his best interests to keep her out of the Lifestream and find another way to stop her from using the White Materia. He could even try to persuade her to join him since knowing how powerful she was is why he killed her the first time around.

That’s about all I’ve got for now (“We reiterate: oh, thank GOD!” – everybody). If you’ve managed to read this whole thing, you have the patience of saints. If you disagree with me, that’s fine, just don’t be a dick about it.

Thank you.

#Sephiroth #Ore vs. Watashi #FFVII Remake #FFVII Rebirth #She's speculating again #FFVIIR spoilers #A Star is Born spoilers #That last one makes sense in context

[teja-has-puppet-autism]

Meet Maw and Adrian! My newest little guys! I'm gonna slap everything I've written about them below the cut =3

Okay Adrian is 23 and they ran a silly ghost hunting show for fun

they dramatized it and played up the weird shit that did happen, but that's what their audience was looking for. Just a silly ghost show with a goofy host.

They would accept patreon requests at a certain tier, and one of their newer patrons gave them a tip about how to do a beast-summoning ritual.

The person gave them a time, date, and general location they needed to be in for the ritual (densely packed suburban area) and explained all the materials required.

Which was not very much. Just a big hunk of meat (they got a rack of ribs), a tea light, and seven sticks of seven lengths.

They went just down the road to one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. It was well lit even at midnight on a new moon, and they figured it would be safer than the, admittedly more packed, trailer park they lived in

They set the sticks in order of length out in a darker cul-de-sac and placed the candle on top of the hunk of ribs

They spoke quietly and quickly:

"You that lived before the brick, you that scavenged before man"

they stab the smallest stick into the slab

"You that hunts with fangs and claw, you that has an insatiable maw"

second stick in

"Hear me, Beast."

third stick

"Feel me."

fourth

"Seek me."

fifth

"Know me."

sixth

"You who eats,"

seventh...

"Have me."

.

..

Nothing happened.

They start to pack up their extra film equipment and get ready to record some ookie spookies and their outro when the tea light gets blown out.

No, much more than just the tea light. As they heard a puff of air, the entire cul-de-sac was smothered in darkness

They still had their go pro recording as a whisper crawled across the space between them and the slab of meat

"Thought you wouldn't show." a giggle from the thing

"I only pledged a dollar."

Also they still ran their blog but stopped posting publically.

They announced they'd be canceling it after the season finished due to personal events going on and that the patreon would stay open with much fewer uploads.

Once the majority of folks filed out, they would upload their video on the Maw and begin a New series

This time with a little less ookie spookies and a lot more gettin shit DONE

also also the splatter scar they have on the skin around that eye was from their attempt to clean the wound with some alcohol (medical alcohol not just a bottle of liquor lol)

Any attempt to heal the scratch leaves them with further damage

They CAN cover it up, though, and can wash it with regular ass water

It reminds me of Rake physically at least

like similar claw-like long ass arms BUT the thing about Maw is that you can only see it when it's dark out/if you're using night vision apparati

So it looks like that fluorescent green you get with night vision stuff

it also is fuzzy in someplaces, unlike Rake

it has existed since before the internet, so, of course, it kept up with the times and knows all about that shit. its a hater in youtube comments. it plays LOL

it doesn't own a house or anything, but since it is invisible in light, it just goes to the library. It has a card and everything (it broke in after hours and registered itself). The staff just thinks the place is haunted by an edgy teenager

I have such an urge to turn this into monster fucker shit and have Adrian and the Maw get together, and they find other beasties together lol

#my art =3 #adrian and maw #I should specify only the pen is my art #Adrian was made in monster girl maker

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Why You Should Buy a Trailer Hub Cap

A trailer hub cap is a simple, yet important accessory that can make a big difference in your trailer's performance and appearance. It's also a great way to show off your pride in your truck, and that's why you should buy a quality trailer hub cap from Wheelco Truck & Trailer.

The Most Important Part

One of the most overlooked parts in boat trailers is the hub. That's a shame, because it's the part that keeps your bearings protected from dust, dirt, saltwater and water. If your trailer hub has gone a long time without being serviced, you might need to replace it.

The most common type of hubodometer for traileris a cast iron unit with eight or more studs. These come in a variety of sizes, such as 8 of 5/8'', 8 of 3/4'' and 12 of 1/2'' studs. The studs are placed on a castle nut that is then held to the axle spindle. The castle nut is usually attached to the hub with a cotter pin. The cotter pin is a metal screw that holds the nut in place on the spindle.

Another common hub is an oil-filled hub. These are a popular choice among semi manufacturers, and some trailers have them as standard equipment. They're easy to replace, but they do have some disadvantages:

First, they don't offer the same level of protection as grease caps. Overtime, oil can leak out around the bearings causing them to rust and lose their lubrication. Be sure to check out this website at https://www.huffpost.com/entry/lawmakers-seek-to-slow-tr_b_12188202for more info about trailers.

Second, they can allow water to enter the assembly through the flanged seal, and that's not something you want to happen. This can cause the hub to overheat, which can eventually destroy its bearings.

Third, they can break easily when you pull your trailer, especially if the trailer has been sitting for a while or is in a bad spot. For example, if you hit a curb with an oil-filled hub, the cover will break off and allow water to get into the bearings.

Fourth, they don't add a lot of grease to the hub, which can be bad if you're using the trailer for long periods of time or if you drive it with solid-rotor disc brakes (which generate a lot of heat). Grease keeps the bearings lubricated, prevents the hub from getting too hot and helps reduce noise generated by the axle as it turns.

So, if you need a new trailer hub cap, consider all of the options available to you. The most important thing is to keep the wheel bearings in tip-top shape and avoid overgreasing. See company website to know more!

[owlterri]

Two worlds 2

Posted on 20 Aug Fireball Irish Nationals and Pre-Worlds day 1 Lots of breeze for the fleet warming up for the Worlds at Lough Derg The Pre-Worlds phase of the GUL sponsored Fireball World Championships started off yesterday morning in much the same way as it had concluded the day before - with lots of breeze, from a broadly similar direction - 240 degrees. Posted on 21 Aug Fireball Irish Nationals and Pre-Worlds overall He went afloat in a rib to assess the wind and recorded speeds of less than 2 knots. The Race Officer held the fleet ashore as there was no wind in the proposed race area. Race Officer records wind speeds of less than 2 knots There was no sailing today at the Gul Fireball Worlds. Three more races completed in a building breeze The dinghy park at Lough Derg Yacht Club, hosts to the GUL Fireball World Championship, is quiet this morning! Is that down to Irish hospitality on Crews' Night? Posted on 24 Aug Gul Fireball Worlds at Lough Derg day 1 Posted on 26 Aug Gul Fireball Worlds at Lough Derg day 3 Ireland dominated Thursday's racing at the GUL Fireball Worlds in Lough Derg Ireland. Gillard and Shandy dominate the racing Tom Gillard of Sheffield Vikings and Shandy from East Antrim Boat Club in N. Posted on 27 Aug Gul Fireball Worlds at Lough Derg day 4 Solitary race confirms the title for Tom Gillard & Andy Thompson Lough Derg Yacht Club in County Tipperary, Ireland is quiet this morning! The yacht club which played host to the 2022 GUL Fireball World Championships over the past seven days is a scene of tents being dismantled and trailers being prepped. Related Articles Gul Fireball Worlds at Lough Derg overall During the latter stages of the race the wind started to fade but never got below the 5knot threshold. The balance of the podium places on the water were filled by Hall & Constable and Isaac Marsh & Oliver Davenport (GBR 15162), the P&B jockeys, but McCartin & Kinsella were in the chase as well as Mermod & Moser and Heather McFarlane & Chris Payne (AUS 15152). Indeed, the first three or four boats had pulled away from the body of the fleet and all looked comfortable. After another clean start in winds that were consistently above ten knots, the North jockeys, Gillard & Shandy had a very substantial lead. Having completed the two races slightly ahead of schedule, the Race Officer decided to give the fleet a three-lap third race - triangle-sausage-triangle. Also, on the downwind leg of the sausage, the fleet was more inclined to split left and right. The religious conviction that left was the way to go started getting diluted in this race as more boats set off for the second weather mark by taking a hitch to the right. McCartin & Kinsella sailed into fourth with David Hall & Paul Constable (GBR 15155) getting into fifth. The Czech Republic pairing of Jiri Paruzek & Jakub Kosvica (CZE 15141) made their way to second place with Mike Deane & Paul Disney (GBR 14778) getting into third. We also found ourselves with a new running order with Steve & Tom Goacher (GBR 15145) leading the fleet around the course - again quite comfortably. Race 2 was also a two-lap course but with more wind - the knots creeping up to 10 - 12. Gul Fireball World Championship at Lough Derg - Day 2 - photo © Con Murphy These ended up being the final positions. The top reach of the triangle looked exciting from our perspective and the second reach was also of a high standard. Hayling Island's David Sayce and Gareth Edwards (GBR 15112) would be next in line with Derian and Andy Scott (GBR 14941). However, the hosts of this regatta, were also well to the fore with the green spinnaker of Barry McCartin & Conor Kinsella (IRL 15093) in third. Behind them we found another white spinnaker but with a mainsail that had a distinctive sailmaker's label - that of Tom Gillard & Shandy (GBR 15122) and North Sails. It turned out to be the spinnaker of Claude Mermod & Ruedi Moser (SUI 14799) and they held the lead throughout the race. The procession of red spinnakers on Thursday and Friday's racing last week was broken when a white spinnaker was seen to take the lead at the weather mark, just less than a mile away from this correspondent on the committee boat. Wind at this stage was of the order of 8 knots with occasional fluctuations above and below this number. He was true to his word as he departed the shore shortly after 10:00 and got the fleet away to a punctual start for Race 1, a two-lap triangle and sausage course. After the loss of two races on Sunday due to insufficient wind, IRO Con Murphy advised the fleet at the GUL Fireball Worlds that three races would be on the agenda for Monday with an earlier start time of 11:00.

#Two worlds 2

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When Will Miracle Workers Season 4 Release Date?

TBS first aired the show on February 12, 2019. It was viewed so well that it was renewed for season 2. The show's subtitle is Dark Ages. It aired on January 28, 2020. Subtitled Oregon Trails will air the third season on July 13, 2021. The series was renewed for season 4 in October 2021. It is now ready with a new story. Miracle Workers Season 4 Release Date Because of its unique concept, the show is very popular. It has been greatly admired around the world and will return to television later in the year. Although Miracle Workers Season 4 was renewed in November 2021 there has been no official announcement about the Miracle Workers Season 4 release date. Casting and production are underway. Fans will soon receive an update. We can expect the show to return in the future, as per the previous schedules. This would be either July 2022 or August 2022. Keep checking back for updates! MIRACLE WORKERS SEASON 4 STORY Miracle Workers The comedy anthology created by Simon Rich is based on different works of the creator’s writing. Season 1 which is called What in God’s Name is a story that focuses on Craig. Craig is an angel at a low level who is responsible for handling all prayers from the human world. Eliza, who was recently transferred from the Department of Dirt, is also his responsibility. God, who is the ultimate boss of all people, is less focused on work than his hobbies. Eliza and Craig must perform an impossible feat of their lives in order to save the world from its destruction. This is something they’ve never done before and will never do again. It is up to you to see the entire season. We don’t want you to miss anything.   Dark Ages is the second season of the series. It was set during the Dark ages, hence the title. The story Revolution, by Simon Rich, is the basis of the season. The cast appears to be facing new challenges. The cast tackles the challenges like medieval villager groups. They are living in a very difficult age due to extreme poverty, inequality, and healthcare problems. While the group attempts positive thinking and addresses the problem, it’s difficult to see how they actually do it.  Season 3 takes place in 1844. It is known as the Oregon Trail. This season is about a preacher who makes a difference in a small town. A preacher teams up with an outlaw on the wanted list, and his adventurous wife. He has joined forces with them to lead a wagon-train west on the Oregon Trail. This will be passing across America’s landscape. This is to help the town that has been hit by famine to improve their living conditions along the Oregon Trail.  Season 4 has not been updated. Season 4 will not be revealed by the makers of the series. The story that it will be based upon is also unknown. The anthology’s format makes it difficult to predict what season 4 will look like. You don’t have to be sad, as we will reveal your story when it is dropped by its makers. Miracle Workers Season 4 Cast The cast for the next season has not been announced. Because of the unique concept and show's story, it's difficult to predict. This is the cast of previous seasons that is expected to return: - Daniel Radcliffe and Craig Bogg. (Season 1). He was also the Prince Chauncley and Reverend Ezekiel brown in Season 2. - Steve Buscemi was the God role in season 1. He was also the Edward Eddie Murphy Shitshoveler and Benny the Teen in Season 2. - Geraldine Vishiwanathan was the role of Eliza Hunter during the first season. She was also the Alexandra Al Shitshoveler and Prudence Aberdeen roles in the second season. - Karan Sini was the Sanjay prince during the first season. In the second season, he played Lord Chris Vexler and in the third season as The Gunslinger. - Jon Bass was Sam during the first season. In the second season, he played the role as Michael Mikey Shitshoveler and in the third season, as Todd Aberdeen. Miracle Workers Season 4 Trailer The show was renewed for a fourth season in November 2021. Fans are still waiting for the trailer. We will have to wait until an official announcement. Rumours suggest that the show is in pre-production and scripting stages. This is the pattern we should expect to see the trailer in the coming months of July and August. Keep checking back for updates! Miracle Workers Season 4 Renewed Or Cancelled? The fourth season of Miracle Workers has not been renewed. It is expected that it will be renewed soon. The fourth season of Miracle Workers has not been announced. The third season of Miracle Workers has shown that Reverend Ezekiel is leading his dying. Now, the famine-stricken community is heading for a better life on the Oregon Trail, while Benny, the Teen, is the trailmaster. Miracle Workers Season 4 Updates: We anticipate that Miracle Workers Season 4 is soon to be confirmed. The confirmation of season 4 of Miracle Workers is not yet confirmed. We expect it to be confirmed soon. Miracle Workers is a popular comedy television series. There is great potential for Miracle Workers to be renewed for a fourth season. Let's wait and see what happens next. The Conclusion Miracle Workers is a unique concept that has made it a success. Because of its anthropological nature, no one can predict which season will feature the same characters or story. Each season has had a different story and each character played a different role. Miracle Season 4 was announced last year and fans eagerly await new and exciting adventures with their favorite characters. It will likely be available on our screens in July or august 2022. Any further developments will be kept in the loop. You can still enjoy the past seasons of the series until then. You can also share your opinions and experiences about the previous seasons. Keep checking back, and bookmark this page to receive regular updates about the Miracle Workers Season 4 Premiere Date. May also like: Succession Season 3 Release Date? Read the full article