#aka kayak

[harringtown]

get the darkness to dance

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a nightmare & reader comforts him (aka some angst, some fluff, and a touch starved eddie getting the affection he Deserves)

word count: 2.4k

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Eddie hasn’t slept through the night in two months. Technically, since he crawled back through the hole in his old trailer’s roof, covered in bite marks and on death’s door.

A transfusion or two, more stitches than he can count and a hefty rabies vaccine later, he was discharged from the hospital and taken straight to the police station in cuffs. If it weren’t for Jim Hopper, making his miraculous return from the dead, Eddie would be rotting in a cell by now.

He could have it worse. Max is still comatose at the hospital. Dozens upon dozens of Hawkins residents—who hated him, sure, and only partially for fake reasons—didn’t survive what was now being called the biggest earthquake of the century. Even if all those people hated him, no one deserved to die like that.

A little, or a lot, of insomnia and some healing wounds are nothing he can’t handle. He’s survived worse.

So, when he gets a call from you in the middle of the night during a vicious storm, and you tell him your power is out, your parents are in Indianapolis for the weekend, and ask to come over, he says yes. Because maybe another body in the house when he tries to sleep will trick his mind into it. Because, if he’s being honest, there are very few things in this world that make him feel better, and you’re one of them.

Because he’s tired, and in the months since he met you, he hasn’t been able to say no to you.

He’d never admit it, but in some ways, the end of the world is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It brought you crashing into his life, literally—when he put a gun to Steve Harrington’s chin in the boathouse, you tackled him into a wobbly kayak. That was that. Eddie Munson became every lovestruck stereotype he spent his life making fun of.

And sure, the Upside Down and all its chaos put him squarely at the top of Hawkins most wanted list and almost put him in a grave, but not everything can be perfect. Eddie knows that better than most.

This, though—you, stretched out on the pullout couch in the living room, head on a pillow from his bed—is pretty damn close to perfect. Eddie is trying very hard not to ruin it.

“Need any more blankets? The trailer may be new, but the heater is not—”

“For the fourth time,” you say, but you’re smiling, “I’m warm enough.”

Eddie holds up his hands in surrender. “If you’re bullshitting, it’s your frostbite.” He waggles his brows once. “However. It’d be a damn shame to come out and find you a pile of fingers and toes on my couch.”

“Plus, you’ve already got a record,” you say, and if it were anyone else, it would make him angry, but because it’s you, he just laughs. Because with most people, the jokes are jibes, and with you, they’re genuinely that. Jokes.

“Like they need any more excuses to drag my sorry ass back into that police station.”

You roll your eyes and drag your blanket bundle up over your chest, settling back into the couch.

Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but before he gets the chance, you interrupt him.

“And also for the fourth time, no, I’m not taking your bed, so don’t even ask.”

Eddie huffs and waves a hand.

“Screw me for being a gentleman, eh?”

“You wish,” you say, and Eddie snorts.

“Next time you call me in the middle of the night, begging for my company, I’m going to remember this.”

“I don’t know about begging—”

“Oh, it was begging,” he says.

“Ridiculous,” you say with a smile, and Eddie grins, too. He flips off the overhead light, and the small yellow lamp from the old trailer casts a warm yellow glow over the room.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, and turns for the hall.

“Eddie,” you say, and Eddie swears his heart does one of those cartoon flip-flops right inside his chest. He stops, turns to face you.

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek for a beat before saying, gently, “Thank you.”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. He nods a few too many times.

“‘Course,” he says. “Anytime.” And he surprises himself by meaning it.

-

The dreams come in varying shades and flavors, some of which are so creative that Eddie is impressed by his own twisted subconscious. Most of them, he’s learned to see through. Nightmares, dreams altogether, have tells. Find a clock, and if he can’t read the numbers, he’s asleep. Look at his hands, and if he has too few or too many fingers, he’s dreaming. If his mother makes an appearance, it’s either a dream or he’s managed to squeeze his way to heaven. Which, unlikely, so: dream.

The one he still can’t see through is the one that’s still too close to reality. Eddie, bleeding out through more puncture wounds than he can count, watching his measly life roll behind his eyes, trying in vain to claw his way back to the world.

He can feel the broken earth beneath him and the claws dragging him back, and when he tries to scream, his throat is raw. He can’t make a noise, can’t save himself, can’t do anything but lie here as they tear him apart—

“Wake up, Munson.”

Hands on his shoulders, but not rough, not sharp. Steady.

“It’s a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s not real.”

His eyes snap open and he jerks up, finding himself in his dark bedroom. You kneel on the edge of the mattress, hands still on his arms, though now your fingers are curled in the fabric of his sleeves. Your knuckles graze his biceps each time he heaves a breath.

An image flickers behind his eyelids; bright red lightning flashes and spindly wings and—

“Look at me, Eddie.” That sound, his name off your lips, winds the last thread of consciousness into place, he realizes where he is, what’s happening.

Eddie pushes back until he hits the wall, as far out of your grasp as possible. Like each inch will keep you safer from him and the powder keg that is his life. That is him.

He has heard it all, a thousand times, from a hundred different people.

Too loud. Too opinionated. Too distractable. Too distracting. Too much.

His father. Teachers. His grandparents. Everyone except his uncle, and after these last months, he’s sure even that is bound to break.

“Eddie—"

“Sorry,” he says. “I wake you up?” He cards a hand through his hair, and when his fingers get caught in the tangles, he wrenches for a moment before just giving up.

Your brows furrow. “Are you, like, going to pretend that didn’t just happen?”

Abso-fucking-lutely, and he’d appreciate it if you went along with that plan. He knows you won’t.

“And what happened, exactly?”

“You were screaming.”

Eddie’s stomach lurches.

“Fear isn’t the only thing that makes people scream, you know,” he says. “Surely someone’s taught you that by now.”

Even the darkness of the room can’t hide the dark flush on your neck, at the tops of your cheeks and ears. But to his frustration, you don’t take the bait and steer the conversation into safer waters.

You frown for a long moment. So long Eddie is sure you’re cooking up some kind of lecture. And then you climb all the way onto the bed, dropping down beside him and effectively trapping him. He hasn't decided if he minds, yet. Most of his actual mind is still stuck in a nightmare.

“Eddie,” you say.

Eddie doesn’t think anyone has ever said his name like that before—like it’s not a bullet.

“Look at me,” you say, and he does. And no one has ever looked at him like this, either.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Not really,” he says.

You nod. Your brow twitches, and you lift a hand to settle on his face. Your thumb traces along his cheekbone, and something cracks open inside of him.

He doesn’t say anything—maybe you see it in his face. You wrap your arms around him and pull him close as he shakes. Breaks. He slips his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck, and he doesn’t realize he’s crying until it’s too late to stop it.

But all he can think about is being small, in a little brick house, curled up on the couch with his mom. These days, he can’t remember the exact shade of her eyes, or the sound of her laugh, but he remembers her dark curls tickling his cheeks as she peppered kisses across his face. He remembers laughing until his stomach ached. The first time someone loved him—not the way his uncle loves him, or the way his friends do, but really, truly, loved him.

Until now, he wondered if it would be the last.

Something like a sob worms its way up Eddie’s throat, and he swallows it down, hard. He pulls back suddenly, swiping his hands over his eyes and inhaling sharply. He clears his throat.

“Christ, sorry,” he says.

“Sorry? For what?”

“For starters, waking you up in the middle of the night,” he says. “And for weeping like some baby in your arms.”

You smile softly, inclining your head. You flick a strand of hair out of Eddie’s eyes.

“For starters,” you mimic, “I woke you up first.”

Eddie inhales, and when it comes out as more of a sniffle, he wants to dissolve into floor.

“Yeah, well,” he says. “For the second thing, then. If you could forget that ever happened, actually, that’d be fantastic.”

You inspect him for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“Most girls find it attractive when a man cries, you know,” you say, just teasing enough that Eddie allows it. “Or hasn’t someone taught you that yet.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and extricates himself from your arms, but when he tries to pull back, you catch his face in your hands. He could pull away. He doesn’t.

“You can talk to me, you know,” you say. “You’re not going to scare me off.”

Eddie almost lies, but maybe he’s tired of pretending, or just plain tired. So he doesn’t lie.

“It’s this dream. I’m back in that hell-pit, but I can’t move. Can’t scream. I’m gonna die, and I know it.” Eddie shakes his head. “The first time I got arrested, I remember thinking, this is it, Munson, this is the end of the road. You really did it now, man.” He snorts. “I was fifteen, and an idiot, and I got off with some bullshit community service. Like I wasn’t already providing a community service.”

“The friendly, misunderstood, neighborhood drug dealer,” you say.

Eddie smiles. “Basically.”

You lift a brow, urging him to continue.

Eddie swallows and says, “And then, when I was seventeen, I flipped this dirt bike I took way too far out onto the interstate. Got stranded in the middle of nowhere. I thought I was a goner, then, too, but some poor tourist from Bloomington found me, dragged my ass to the closest hospital. And it felt like… I don’t know, like I’d just scraped through.” Eddie clears his throat. “But when we were all down there—when I was—” He stops.

Something bumps his hand, and he glances down just in time to see you threading your fingers through his.

“I was just laying there, dying, and all I could think was, okay, so this is it. The actual end of the goddamn road.” He closes his eyes. “Sometimes, I still feel like I’m there. Like I’ll always be there. Bleeding out in the dirt.”

“But you’re not.”

“You sure about that?” he asks. “Cuz, honestly, some days, I’m not.”

You’re quiet for a long time before you finally speak.

“I’ve been at the end of the road more times than I can count,” you say softly. “But it kept going. It always keeps going.”

“And if it doesn’t?” he asks, cocking a brow.

A tiny, sad smile plays on your lips. “Then you find another one.”

And if Eddie hadn’t already considered that this entire thing was some twisted fantasy conjured by his overtired brain, you lean toward him, and press your lips to his.

He’s so shocked he forgets to move, forgets to breathe, and doesn’t manage to figure it out until a beat after your hands fall from his cheeks and you start to pull back. He takes your chin in his hand, guiding you back to him.

He kisses you like he’s wanted to for two months. Until his lips are numb and you’re both breathing heavy, and all of his nightmares have been lured back into their hiding places. Not forever, but for now, and now is enough.

You end up a pile of tangled limbs and blankets, Eddie’s arms around you and your head pillowed on his chest. He trails a slow finger up and down your forearm.

At some point, he asks, without meaning to, “Is this real?”

You twist in his arms, rolling onto your stomach and propping yourself up on his chest. Your lips curl up in a smile.

“If you want it to be,” you say.

Eddie grins. “No complaints here.”

You laugh, and take one of his curls between your fingers, wrapping it once, twice, three times around your knuckle. You lift your eyes to his, suddenly serious.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Eddie’s stomach flips, though he isn’t sure why. He nods.

You hesitate. Swallow. Say, quickly, “I think I might be in love with you.”

Eddie feels like his chest cracks wide open. He rolls through a dozen things to say, before settling for the copout.

“You think?”

You huff a laugh. “Fine. I definitely am, but I’m trying not to—”

“Scare me off?”

You shrug.

Eddie’s smile widens, and he finally understand the sentiment of smiling so hard it hurts. Of happiness being so big that it’s painful.

“In case you were curious,” Eddie says. “I’m definitely in love with you.” Love. It’s been so long since he said the word, it tastes unfamiliar, but he doesn’t mind it. Might even like it.

“You better be,” you say. “Or this was about to get really awkward.”

Eddie laughs, and kisses you once, twice, three times, until you’re laughing, too. And even though the lights are off, Eddie swears his room has never been brighter.

-

taglist: @milkiane​

#Brooke writes fic #Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #x reader #Eddie munson x you #Eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst

[typhlonectes]

‘Chonkosaurus,’ plump Chicago snapping turtle captured on video, goes viral

Footage of a plump snapping turtle relaxing along a Chicago waterway has gone viral after the man who filmed the well-fed reptile marveled at its size and nicknamed it “Chonkosaurus.”

Joey Santore was kayaking with a friend along the Chicago River last weekend when they spotted the large snapping turtle sitting atop a large chain draped over what appear to be rotting logs.

He posted a jumpy video of the turtle on Twitter, labeling it the “Chicago River Snapper aka Chonkosaurus.”

Read more: https://apnews.com/article/chonkosaurus-snapping-turtle-chicago-river-70a9267163efd041c2f3a13dedd258ad

#chonkasaurus #snapping turtle #turtle #reptile #animals #nature #north america #rivers #aquatic #herpetology

[hannahwatchesbigbrother]

This has been a worse than average endgame (to say the least), but I want to acknowledge the highlights of bb25. I’ve been watching since bb16 (been a feedster since bb17), and this has truly been the most invested I’ve been. Despite how frustrated I’ve been with production this year, I really think this season has some really stellar stuff in it (especially pre-jury). So here is a (lengthy) list of how I’ll remember this season:

Cirie motherfucking Fields showing up!!

Izzy immediately clocking that Jared was Cirie’s son before the live premiere even ended

Izzy immediately clocking that Cameron gives serial killer vibes

Felicia destroying four mics by the end of the first week

Felicia falling into the hot tub

“Clean that shit up a bit”

Cameron thinking Felicia was related to Denzel Washington

“Izzy Fields” and the beautiful friendship between her and Cirie

Hisam’s villain arc

Cory in Blue’s pink outfit (and later Americas jumpsuit)

(Honestly just Cory being a genuinely good dude who would call out things that crossed a line and fought against toxic masculinity)

The target flipping every other hour for like the first six weeks of the game

Every time Zach Wurtenburger tweeted about BB

The nickname “fucking Bowie Jane” which was then just shortened to fbj

The still of Cory’s mouth wide open while he was saying “what the fuck” when they were thinking of keeping Hisam

Meme’s storage room rants

“If I’m a have not next week, I’ll self-evict” “I’ll be a have not with you” *america leaves* “(to self) Cory, are you the most pathetic person? They were right about you — you’re a pick me”

Felicia yelling at Jag while he was in a chicken suit

Felicia and “Mr. B” (smooches!)

The slow burn Americory showmance (I could write a thesis on how much I love it but I’ll spare you)

The fact they brought the pressure cooker back

Izzy crying about how much she hates being in the same room as Cameron

“Fuck jag and I said that shit” -America Week 4, a prophet

When Matt used the power on jag and even live feeders were shook because we had no idea

The fact that Cameron’s 14 hours in the pressure cooker didn’t matter because jag was just brought back into the game

Blue sucking up to Felicia bc she thought she was Jared’s mom for a solid 24 hours

Felicia’s sleep screaming/singing

The dramatic and out of no where red/Cameron break up

“Cam thinks he’s like a father to me, but really he’s like an absentee father who wants to sleep with my girlfriend”

Blue volunteering jag to go up as a “pawn” during Jared’s hoh

Cam winning hoh after being blindsided by the red vote (hate him but the absolute silence and his thumbs up is so funny)

“Okay Jasmine” “*crying* who’s jasmine?” “*singing* a whole new world”

Cam not telling anyone including production who he was putting up

Matt winning the prize swap veto but choosing the punishment bc he thought he’d get to hang out with the real Josh Duhamel

The Josh Duhamel punishment in general

Izzy’s kick jump during the piggy pals punishment

Jared destroying his game because Cirie was stuck in a kayak with Felicia for 48 hours

THE IZZY FLIP

(The fact the izzy flip happened bc she told Cory that he couldn’t sleep in the same bed as America anymore lol)

The Cory/Jared humiliverse fight

“To all my friends and family, trust I know that they are all liars and snakes… and cowards!”

“See you soon, pig!”

The Cirie/Felicia fight post-Jared’s eviction

Peak Unreliables when Jag fought for Cory’s LIFE against cams plan to backdoor him

People retweeting Meme’s tweets from over ten years ago that were weirdly relevant to the season

America lifting Cory after it was confirmed that they made jury

The musical that Cory got for his zing

The one time all the different stans came together was to celebrate Cams eviction

The “exquisite” bit

America causing Jag to want to shit his pants after telling him to “literally fuck off”

“Literally in this world, I am your biggest fan” 😭😭😭

Felicia being Cirie’s best friend and worst enemy (aka when she shaved her foot on her bed)

Americory saying “I love you” on Cory’s way out the door

Americas shrine to Cory/transforming into him

Cirie’s DR of her flipping off Jag, Matt, and Bowie

Izzy/Paige going as Americory for Halloween

The Americory “cradle robber” Halloween costume

“I’d be more impressed if [the wins] weren’t against two senior citizens, an airhead, and an idiot”

#bb25 #obviously I’m a big Americory fan but I also really loved watching Cirie Felicia meme Izzy and Hisam #sorry this is so long but I feel like it’d be nice to remember some of the great moments ☺️ #bb #big brother

[indihome-suck]

alright, i'll bite. what happened in ITB

Bukan bener bener ITBnya tapi lebih ke sekolahku: karena di sekolahku kelas XII-nya angkatan pertama yang pake kurikulum merdeka (sekolahku termasuk sekolah penggerak, AKA dipakai ujicoba kurikulum baru), nggak ada dari jalur SNBP yang keterima di ITB. Yang finalis OSN nasional dan rangking 1 angkatan pun juga nggak lolos. Walaupun sekolahku dari dulu sampai 2023 sebenarnya banyak yang diterima di ITB. KATANYA sekolah penggerak lain juga mengalami hal yang sama dengan ITB. Baru baru ini, kayak jam 8 malam, di edarkan pesan permintaan maaf(??) terhadap sekolah penggerak dan akhirnya kelas XII pada di terima di ITB. Kayak. ??????. What. Ga jelas ☠️

#naga saturnus #←your tag now🫵 #man i really need a tag for my school with how much i talk abt them #jasa pos telkomsel #knp ITB banyak skandalny.... kemaren bilang ada yg disuruh pinjol buat bayar ukt.... sekarang ini......

[ndvenvs3000w23]

Blog 1: Current Relationship with Nature

Hey everyone! I'm currently attending my fourth year at the University of Guelph. I am majoring in Environmental Sciences and minoring in Ecology, and I've loved every minute of it. I am also a co-op student which has allowed me to work in multiple different environments and positions, majority of which have involved a large amount of field work.

In regards to the prompt for this week's post, I've always greatly enjoyed being outdoors and immersed in nature. From camping and hiking in the summer months to skiing and snowshoeing in the winter alongside my family, nature has always been a major part of my life. I've always had a strong passion for the environmental sciences, which is why I decided to pursue it in my post-secondary education. I think a lot of this passion was strongly tied to how often my family involved me in the outdoor activities I mentioned above, and I think it helped to gain an appreciation for nature that I feel many people nowadays do not have.

My first big camping trip was when I was 10 months old where my parents and I visited 4 Ontario provincial parks along our long road trip to Thunder Bay. These included Craigleigh, Windy Lake, Agawa Bay (aka. Lake Superior Provincial Park), and Kakabecka falls. Since then, I have visited and camped at 28 Ontario provincial parks, and 4 national parks in Canada. Of these, my favourites have been Algonquin Park, Bruce Peninsula National Park, Grundy Lake, and Grasslands National Park (SK). It's safe to say that camping is a big part of my life and it has also had a major role in shaping my current relationship with nature. I have greatly enjoyed partaking in hikes and kayaking trips across the lakes during these, and it's always such a breathtaking experience (literally and figuratively). I love the views that the hikes provide, and I always spend a long amount of time taking everything in, and how beautiful nature can be. Often, the views can make you feel small, which is very humbling experience that makes you appreciate nature and, in my experience, creates a sense of responsibility to protect it. My many kayaking trips have provided similar experiences, and I love the many different plants and animals I encounter on these journeys.

Throughout my co-op experiences, I have been able to pursue a position that with a large focus on field work. My favourite has been this past summer which I spent in Indian Head, Saskatchewan working with Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada in their Agroecosystems section. Saskatchewan was one of the best experiences of my entire life, and I am so grateful to the people who made the trip, and the job, possible. While I was out there, I got to know the 6 other students I was working with and formed strong bonds with them which I will always cherish. I also had the opportunity to explore this province through my field work as well as outside this work and was able to appreciate the different geography and flaura and fauna of the area. It was during the trip out to my placement that allowed me to finally achieve my goal of visiting all 10 provinces of Canada as my last three I needed to visit were Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta. I was able to take some time off during my work term to visit Jasper, Alberta, and it was such a beautiful and almost otherworldly experience seeing and experiencing the quiet of the mountains. On my journey back to Ontario, I was also able to stop by Lake Michigan to complete my other goal of visiting all 5 Great Lakes. My next goal is to visit all 3 Territories. Overall, this past summer was one of my favourites, and it deepened my already strong relationship to/appreciation for nature, and I would highly recommend and encourage similar experiences of other people, especially co-op students.

I could likely fill a whole book an my relationship with nature, most of which would consist of my favourite stories and memories of my "adventures", but this post is getting a little long (lol). To answer the question "who offered me 'a sense of place'," I would say my parents who allowed me to visit the many places I have been to. I have so much love and appreciation for both my parents and the experiences they provided for me, and I hope that one day I can do the same for my children. Without them and their passion for camping and exploring what all of Canada has to offer, I would likely not have developed the appreciation for nature that I currently have. Overall, my main takeaway message from this would be that being out and present with nature is an important part of a persons' life, and I strongly advocate for more people to allow themselves time to take a walk in the woods, or even just a regular hiking/walking trail in their city to be able to be present and appreciate nature.

Enjoy some photos I've taken of my travels this summer below :)

[spacefinch]

Magic School Bus/Wild Kratts crossover masterpost

Basically, @daiohficblog and I have been coming up with lots of headcanons that cross over the shows.

WARNING: This post is by no means organized.

How does everyone know each other?

First of all, Ms. Frizzle knows everyone. So of course she would know the Kratt brothers and the rest of the WK team (Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy).

The MSB kids are introduced to the Wild Kratts team during a whale-watching trip off the New England coast.

Phoebe's uncle, Dr. Cecil Byrd, is a traveling ornithologist from Australia and often bumps into the WK team.

Creature powers:

The kids all have their own creature power suits (which Aviva made them for Christmas one year).

Color schemes:

Phoebe: Red

D.A.: Violet (different from purple!!!)

Carlos: Dark blue

Tim: Cerulean

Ralphie: Green

Arnold: Yellow

Wanda: Pink

Keesha: Fuchsia/Magenta

Other hc's

Carlos and Mikey's sibling dynamic parallels Martin and Chris's dynamic. You have the older sibling who likes to goof off and the younger bro with slightly more brain cells.

First creature power the kids used:

Carlos and DA: Peregrine falcon

Ralphie, Arnold, and Phoebe: Red fox

Tim: Pine marten

Keesha: Rattlesnake

Wanda: Bullfrog

Family/pets/whatnot.

Phoebe and Ralphie are step-siblings in this universe. They also have the most pets:

Brandy (a grumpy old tortoiseshell cat). Dr. Tennelli (Ralphie's mom) adopted her before Ralphie was born. Former stray.

Joxter, a black-and-white tomcat. Brandy's son. Adventurous, but also lazy (rather like his namesake from the Moomin books). Good swimmer.

Renee and Megan: Two red foxes, rescued from a fur farm. Renee has the "normal" reddish-orange coat, and Megan is leucistic.

Jeanette: An old border collie (female). Another rescue.

Loretta: A black-and-white Newfoundland dog. 6 years old.

Charlie: a piebald ball python. (Not sure whether Charlie should be a boy or a girl.)

Fang: a male red-kneed tarantula belonging to Ralphie.

HC's continued (not in any particular order)

Carlos is very arachnophobic-- so he tries to avoid spiders at all costs. However, most other "scary" animals (sharks, crocodilians, snakes, bats, etc...) don't frighten him.

Martin and Chris have become somewhat of "elder sibling figures" for the kids.

Wanda is the water-lover of the MSB gang. She brings her snorkeling/scuba gear WHEREVER she goes.

Phoebe and Ralphie (AKA the Terese-Tennelli siblings) like to visit Ralphie's uncle Brian at the lake to go fishing. It's the same lake where the "Bass Class" fishing contest took place.

Uncle Brian (Dr. Tennelli's younger brother) is an expert fisherman.

In the fishing contest before the events of "Bass Class," Brian won first place in the local fishing contest, and Gavin came in third. Fortunately, Brian is a lot nicer about winning and losing than a certain cheater named Zach.

The WK kids of Frogwater Pond (Gavin, Ronan, Jenny, Katie, Aidan, and Nolan) are in this AU, and they know the MSB kids. (Since they know Phoebe and Ralphie, who come to their forest every summer).

Carlos has two younger siblings: Mikey (one year younger) and Maria (three years younger).

Mikey is a computer/tech prodigy, and as such, often helps Aviva with her inventions. He also makes his own inventions (for which Carlos is usually the test subject). He uses a wheelchair to get around.

Maria is the math expert of her siblings. She is also deaf and uses American Sign Language (ASL) to communicate.

Mikey might not be able to walk, but he's good at a lot of things: fishing, kayaking/canoeing, playing the piano, and more.

Phoebe and Carlos (the most avid birdwatchers of the MSB gang) have developed a "secret language" composed entirely of birdcalls. One key part of this language is that anyone using it has a birdcall that stands in for their name.

For instance, Phoebe's bird name is the eastern phoebe's song, while Carlos uses the northern cardinal's song for his name.

They also teach the birdcall language to Martin and Chris, who use the calls of the purple martin and pileated woodpecker, respectively. It does not go well.

Phoebe might seem harmless, but she isn't. She's been taking karate classes since she was little, and if you hurt any animals around her, RUN. In fact, she's rather like her avian namesake: small and unassuming, but a fighter through and through.

Wanda is even more of a fighter-- leading to the bird nerds in both crews comparing her to a kingbird.

The Ice Cream Run is a time-honored tradition of both the MSB gang and the Wild Kratts team. Some details:

The best Ice Cream Runs are at night. Everyone get in the car/bus/Tortuga and head for the ice cream store.

You do not want to interrupt the Ice Cream Run. Under ANY circumstances. (The WK villains learned this the hard way.)

Phoebe and Martin bond over the fact that they share their names with birds. (The eastern phoebe and purple martin, respectively.

Any time either of them sees one of those birds, they'll send each other a picture of said bird with the caption "this you?"

Wanda can pilot the Cheetah Racer and the Amphisub and the Buzz Bikes. She is not allowed in the Tortuga's cockpit.

Carlos can pilot most of the underwater vehicles (the Amphisub and the Manta sleds), but he always crashes the hoverbikes.

Mikey usually helps Koki with system maintenance of the Tortuga. (At least in the early days, when he's still learning how to make computer programs without any bugs.)

How each of the kids handles being captured by any of the WK villains:

Arnold: Carlos shows up and frees him. (The two of them are rock bros, and rock bros always have each others' backs.)

Carlos: Annoying them with horrible puns and messing with their tech.

DA: Smacks the villains with her books.

Keesha: Also resorts to punching.

Phoebe: Fury of the bird she's named after.

Ralphie: Smacks the villains with his baseball bat.

Tim: Escape artist.

Wanda: Crowbar to the face. (Nobody knows where she got the crowbar.)

Wanda has only been captured once. After that time, none of the villains dare to capture her again.

Pretty much all the MSB kids (Arnold included) will resort to violence or trickery if they're captured.

Carlos might be the goofball of the MSB gang, but he can switch into serious mode very quickly-- especially when one of his younger siblings or friends is in danger.

MSB kids from oldest to youngest: Carlos, D.A., Wanda, Tim, Keesha, Arnold, Ralphie, and Phoebe.

There is a 6-month age gap between Carlos (born in October) and Phoebe (born in April).

By contrast, the shortest age gap is between D.A. and Wanda, who were born one week apart in November.

Carlos's favorite creature power to use is peregrine falcon power-- to the point where he always keeps a falcon feather with him.

Tim is the climbing expert of the MSB gang. Wanda is the swimming expert.

Tim is also the only person in the "I Injured Myself Falling Out of a Tree" club (which comprises himself, Phoebe, Wanda, Carlos, and Chris) who has never broken a bone.

Every now and then, Carlos (dinosaur nerd) will contact the Tortuga to tell them he's seen a dinosaur. They know full well that he means birds.

Wanda rescues her pet bullfrog Bella from a shady pet store while Bella is still a tadpole.

As in the "Hopes Home" MSB episode, Bella escapes and goes off to live in the wild. However, Wanda can't help but worry about her.

HC that Bella escaped to Frogwater Pond, and the kids there keep an eye on her.

The "Gets Swamped" episode of MSB is also canon to this AU. After the events of that episode, the swamp Carlos helped save is made a nature preserve in his honor.

Carlos and Wanda are practically adopted twins, and they share a brain cell.

Wanda technically has two brothers, but she doesn't get along with them very well. She argues a lot with her older brother Henry (they both get on each others' nerves), and there isn't a lot she can do with her younger brother William.

Martin and Chris have substitute-taught Ms. Frizzle's class a few times. It ends up being just as chaotic (if not more so) than the days when the Friz is there.

This is all I have. Will post more headcanons if I think of more.

#magic school bus #wild kratts #headcanons #crossover #need a tag for this crossover #anyone have any ideas?

[elryuse]

Fellow Indonesian, eh? Well, Jasmine, if you smell it at night, usually there is Kuntilanak aka Ghost Woman around your place, While smelling like baked potato means it is Genderuwo? some said the smell of mud is for Pocong? Since for your story many yandere was Woman it is really good symbolism.

Terima kasih banyak bro wkwkw. Bener seperti yang kamu bilang. Ak kek ngerasa Aroma/Bau Jasmine ini cocok banget buat karakter-karakter cewe Yandere ini, Karena kayak buat aku sendiri. Yandere itu kayak Perempuan/Wanita yang Kelakuan nya itu kayak setan. Contohnya kayak ingin mencelakai individu-individu tertentu dengan cara yang nggak layak/memaksa atau bahkan sampai mencelakai orang.

Translation : Thank you very much bro hahaha. Just like what you have said, I feel that the aroma/smell of Jasmine is really suitable for these Yandere girl characters, because in my opinion. These Yandere Girl/woman has the behavior of a devil/ghost. For example, Yandere's want to harm certain individuals in inappropriate/coercive ways or even to the point of harming people to achieve their goals.

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #update

[asrisgratitudejournal]

Prestasi Akademik

Tadi pas di jalan apa pas di rumah ya… asa kepikiran mau nulis sesuatu. Eh tapi begitu di depan keyboard lupa.

OH! Itu si tweet tentang gimana “prestasi akademis nggak penting, yang penting itu networking, makanya banyak-banyak bergaul yang luas.” https://x.com/kozirama/status/1773108262411415994?s=20

Wow, kalimat di atas itu sangat penuh dengan… entitlement. Betul-betul orang yang entitled aja yang bisa ngomong kaya gitu: yang udah tahu gimana cara networking, dan orang itu mungkin juga memang sudah terlahir di suatu established network, baik dari keluarga atau lingkungan yang udah lumayan “bagus”.

Gimana kalau aku adalah anak dari desa terpencil di luar Pulau Jawa yang ayah-ibuku petani dan kalaupun networking dan bergaul jauh banget, lingkungan jejaringku paling mentok cuma sampai kabupaten kota aja. Itu juga karena ada anaknya kepala desa yang berhasil SEKOLAH TINGGI sampai lulus D3 dan akhirnya keterima jadi PNS di Kantor Bupati.

Itu masih mending. Gimana kalau di desa ini semua orang mikir sama kayak orang itu dan GAK SEKOLAH?? Karena mikirnya “ya gak penting prestasi akademis, yang penting bergaul aja”.

HHHHHHH.

Emosi sendiri ngetiknya (ini masih jam 2pm jadi masih panjang perjalanan shaum aku). Tapi betulan pas baca itu aku yang “HAH. Gimana. Orang ini gak pernah baca kalau pendidikan itu salah satu medium paling ampuh untuk naik kelas ekonomi apa gimana.”

Aku pun bukan salah satu pemuja pendidikan/prestasi akademis yah. Ku salah satu yang percaya: “belajar itu bisa dilakukan di mana aja, gak harus dengan degree”. Dan akupun nggak sepenuhnya kontra dengan komentar si orang itu: ku bisa sampai sini jujur karena network, bukan karena prestasi akademis. Tapi gimana aku bisa punya network yang resourceful ini, jalur masuknya dari prestasi akademis. Aku Alhamdulillah dikasih Allah rejeki untuk bisa bersekolah di sekolah bagus. Ini aku bakalan kayak telepon rusak karena udah berkali-kali ngomong ini, tapi gimana ku bisa sampai di Oxford aja sesederhana network SMA-ku. Kalau aku gak masuk SMA-ku yang dulu itu, gaakan aku punya teman-teman yang lagi ambil PhD duluan di Oxford dengan beasiswa Jardine. Ga akan aku tahu informasi tentang beasiswa ini. Ga akan aku ngebayangin dan mikir “oh bisa ya orang Indo biasa-biasa saja seperti saya ini ambil PhD di Oxford dengan beasiswa”.

Yang paling kutakutin adalah gimana orang-orang (terutama generasi muda aka gen z yang sudah mengkhawatirkan dari defaultnya ini) jadi mikir “ah apa gunanya belajar, ujung-ujungnya yang bakal berguna adalah orang dalam juga”, apalagi setelah melihat tweet orang ini dan juga Jokowi-Gibran. Betul-betul semua yang terjadi belakangan di pemilu kemarin, MK, bansos, impactnya SEGEDE ITU ke… ethical and moral devaluation (jujur ini istilah apa aku ngarang).

Ku sangat khawatir dengan gimana kita sebagai nation udah berusaha naikin skor integritas, semua seleksi udah dibuat se-merit based mungkin: LPDP, seleksi ASN, masuk PTN (ya walaupun in practice masih ada nepotisme di sana-sini, tapi at least effortnya udah ada lah ya). Terus yaudah hancur begitu aja dengan orang-orang rakus dan tamak ini yang abusing their power IN FRONT OF OUR SALAD.

Hhhhhhh. Udah sih gitu aja ranting-nya. Ku awalnya mau bahas hubungan kalau punya “prestasi akademis” akan ningkatin confidence dan bargaining power juga di network tersebut, tapi jadi panjang, beda bahasan soalnya. Intinya, kalau kita pintar dan punya specific set of skills yang orang lain gak punya, skill ini bakal berguna di networking. Jadi gak cuma bisa bergaul luas juga, tapi networknya jadi berguna dan working for us.

Paling gampang, biar gak banding-bandingin orang, ku membandingkan diriku sendiri 2019 pre-Oxford vs 2024. Sekarang ku merasa lebih pede kalau ngomong di forum manapun (termasuk di sosmed) karena aku merasa punya better agency, better credibility. Sekarang, kalau ketemu pejabat aku bisa yang “Boleh, Pak, nanti saya bantu kalau butuh konsultasi dengan saya sebagai expert, tim Bapak bisa hubungi saya aja, ini kontak saya ya Pak.” Dulu mah boro-boro ngomong sama pejabat, opportunity buat ketemu aja dikit banget. Palingan ya nonton beliau aja di depan podium, saya di belakang. Sekarang betulan yang bisa makan semeja bareng, bahas strategi negara bareng (buset siapa saya). Kalau bukan karena “prestasi akademis” yang bikin ku bisa di tempat yang lebih better sehingga network-ku juga lebih bagus, apa dong itu.

Udah itu dulu aja sebelum meledak ini kepala. Sebetulnya masih kesel banget sih. Masih ada part “gimana kalau orangnya socially awkward, punya mental health/disability yang bikin dia gabisa networking conventionally?” dan masih banyak “gimana kalo- gimana kalo” lainnya. Tapi satu hal yang kusadari, terlepas dari keabsurdan debat kusirnya, twitter ini sebetulnya tempat yang sangat bagus untuk thinking exercise. Terutama buat aku yang ternyata lebih menyala dan jalan otak buat nulisnya kalau sifatnya reaktif kayak gini lol.

Yaudah intinya lagi: PENDIDIKAN SETARA FOR ALL. Ku masih percaya sekali pendidikan itu salah satu metode paling efektif untuk mengeluarkan kita dari kemiskinan. Noni for Menteri Pendidikan gaknih (gak deh, takut, si Nadiem udah banyak yang cursing juga karena Merdeka-belajar-nya yang menurutku personally juga terlalu muluk & ideal).

Sekian

30.18

14:29 28/03/2024

[gremlins-hotel]

Will gladly be taking Texas recommendations if you're feeling it! Any tourist areas to restaurants (specifically beef if you can bec I've been meaning to try 👀)

I’ll be the first prideful Texan to admit that the only good part of Texas BBQ is our brisket (beef). Other states beat us on chicken and pork, if that’s more your style. But we know beef. God, uh, if you want good brisket specifically I’m going to recommend Black’s BBQ or Kreuz Market (which are actually both in Lockhart), Stiles Switch (BBQ). Of course, the best brisket is actually from some random friend of a friend of a friend of the family that just has the most insane brisket rub imaginable and they would kill to keep it a secret.

Austin-specific recommendations for food: Culinary Dropout (The Domain), Jardin Corona, Clay Pit, Quality Seafood, Dirty Martin’s, Top Notch, Home Slice Pizza, Kerbey Lane Cafe, Torchy’s (though that went from an Austin original to a chain real quick), Texas Chili Parlor (hear me out; the food isn’t what it used to be, but it’s the spot all the Texas legislators go to after session, so if you want a weirdly intimate knowledge of our state’s goings-on, it’s funny, however, legislature must be in session and Texas does not have a full-time legislature).

Austin-specific recommendations for visiting: Blanton Museum of Art, Texas Science & Natural History Museum, the Bob Bullock Texas State History Museum, Mount Bonnell, seeing the bats fly out from under Congress Avenue Bridge at sundown (best in summer), walking South Congress Avenue, the Capitol Building, any of Austin’s hike & bike trails, kayaking or taking a paddle board down Lady Bird Lake (aka Town Lake), Zilker Park, and Austin’s biggest attraction for decades has been our live music scene once the sun goes down and the lights come out!

#callsign gremlin checking in

[roninreverie]

Kamui Woods' tragic backstory that was made into a documentary

I've got side character brainrot, so watch me make it everyone else's problem. Help me come up with some more ideas, or let me know your favorite theory!

THEORY #1:

He is a tree who gained a Quirk and sentience

(Kind of like what happened with Principal Nezu)

Personally am not a fan of this theory because I feel like his name and ambitions would be a little different or people would mention it more as jokes/jabs/or from flat-out astonishment.

But I'm not ruling it out.

THEORY #2:

His home faced the tragedy, he just lived through it.

He is from Kagoshima Prefecture, so using the vague location as a clue:

He could be from Yakushima:

(AKA, the island inspiring the forest in Princess Mononoke - could tie into his name translation "God of the Woods")

Has a vast forest with some of the oldest trees around

See: Yaku-sugi (Jōmon-sugi).

Has a lot of hot springs (not relevant, just happy for him)

Native with rhododendron

(See costume: if flowers are supposed to be rhododendron and not roses).

He could be from the Mangrove Primeval Forest on Amami Island:

Amami has the Kanoya Rose Gardens

(See costume: belt attachment is made of roses)

2nd largest forest of mangroves in Japan

(Lot of trees, water, and kayaking)

* Both areas are near active volcanoes and subject to typhoons:

Is tragedy related to typhoons, floods, volcanoes, or another type of natural disaster?

See driftwood compatibility: If ships/ water are involved, his wood Quirk could've allowed him to float to safety for several days, being enough hope in the face of tragedy to spark the documentary.

THEORY 4:

Pirates/ boat-related tragedy, also includes being marooned, held hostage, and gives him a newfound sense of justice against villains.

Buuut I feel like he would have maybe joined a mariner-related field if his hero origins involved pirates.

THEORY #5:

Wood was harvested for harsh winters without consent like a sort of body-farm situation that was eventually liberated.

Like if he had bad parents or his whole family was a part of some sort of servitude angle?

He only started counting his birthday/ age recently, so there are a number of reasons why he never celebrated it?

(A little too dark for me, and may be a little influenced by the DNA chambers Yamato Tenzo grew up with in Naruto.)

THEORY #6:

Abandoned in the woods and grew up as a little feral nature child.

Also plays into the "just started counting my age" angle.

THEORY #7:

Related to his appearance.

Shinji is very secretive of his appearance, mainly his mouth area that is constantly hidden by a mask or scarf. It's possible, he just likes his privacy, buuuut... theories anyway:

He could be made of wood all over, have branch/limb-like teeth that are unsettling to others, a nutcracker jaw, Ghibli Forest Spirit face, or have a nod to a skin condition like Epidermodysplasia that he was ridiculed for as a kid, so now keeps his face hidden?

That's all the theories I think I've got. Feel free to share more if you have ideas too!

#kamui woods #shinrin kamui #shinji nishiya #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #I cannot believe I have decided to get super invested in this character that we probably wont ever learn anything else about #and is quite possibly DEAD! #roninrambles #(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

[harringtown]

the one the lighthouse left alone

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: the reader stays with a spooked Eddie after Chrissy’s death (aka just-one-bed, except its actually a kayak, hurt/comfort, and love confessions) 

word count: 3.1k

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Eddie is trying to look for the positives in this situation.

He’s failing miserably. But after almost twelve hours with nothing apart from his own brain and the sharp memories of the night before, pointless mind exercises are all he has left.

Positive: someone came out and patched the hole in Rick’s roof, so while Eddie may be freezing, he won’t be losing any extremities.

Positive: he hasn’t heard a siren in over an hour and a half.

Positive: he’s still alive.

It’s that last one that keeps punching him in the chest. He’s struggling to find the bright side, or the reason, that he’s still alive, and Chrissy is not. Chrissy, whose only apparent crime was setting foot inside Eddie’s trailer.

He’d just wanted to help her. To give her something that took away that desperate, jumpy look on her eyes. It’s a look Eddie knows; one he’s seen in the mirror a thousand times. But he didn’t help her. He took one look and ran as fast and as far as he could, which wasn’t really that fast or far at all.

Now Chrissy’s dead.

Positives, Munson. Find the goddamn positives.

It was his mother’s tactic, her way to find the light in the darkness that was their life. Eventually, she stopped looking, but Eddie, despite his best attempts, didn’t. Can’t.

A voice echoes outside the shed. Eddie freezes, gaze sweeping the shed for some kind of weapon. He figures the cops already want to take him down, he might as well make it difficult for them.

It’s not like they’d believe him if he told the truth.

He ends up clutching the broken shards of a beer bottle, ducking under a tarp just as the shed’s door whines open.

Eddie holds his breath. Voices fill the shed, and he even recognizes a few of them—one of the younger Hellfire members, Dustin, and, for some godforsaken reason, Steve Harrington—but he doesn’t move a muscle. He just waits for his chance.

They have to have come in a car. If he can just get to the door—

Someone reaches for his tarp, and Eddie jerks up, shoving the tarp aside and throwing himself against the intruder, pushing them back until they slam into the rickety walls. Eddie presses the point of the shard into their throat, every single nerve singing with adrenaline.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait—” Steve Harrington’s word fall out in a rush, and his protests are joined by his odd little group, but it isn’t until the last voice joins the throng that he stills.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s head snaps in the direction of the voice. You stand next to Robin Buckley from band, and you don’t look horrified, but relieved.

Eddie pulls the glass away from Steve’s neck, releasing him.

Steve curses, jumping away, a hand flying to his neck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eddie asks, his vision tunneling. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t know or trust most of the people in this ramshackle building. He just cares that you’re here.

You let out a relieved, sharp laugh. “Looking for you.”

“We’re here to help,” Dustin says.

Eddie’s eyes narrow as he takes in the group. Before he can speak, though he has no idea what he’s planning to say, you do it first.

“We know you didn’t do it,” you say, taking a tentative step toward him. “What happened to Chrissy wasn’t your fault.”

Eddie almost moves toward you, but he can’t quiet the warning bells in his head.

“And how exactly do you know that?” he asks.

You exchange a look with Steve Harrington, which bothers Eddie more than he likes.

“It’s kind of a long story,” you say. “And you may not believe it.”

“Try me,” Eddie says.

-

“Harrington,” you call, “do you have any spare clothes in your car?”

Steve frowns. “I mean, an old set of sweats and maybe a tee shirt, but—“

“Clean?”

He gives you a withering look that says screw you, but Max’s words pull his attention when she asks, “Wait, you’re not staying here, are you?”

“Bad idea,” Robin says.

“No, she’s not,” Steve says. He props his hands on his hips. “Because that would be stupid.��

“And a surefire way to get arrested,” Max adds.

“Or, killed,” Dustin says. At the surprised expressions, he quickly amends, “By the thing that killed Chrissy, obviously.”

“You are not the boss of me,” you say, jabbing a finger at Steve. To Max, you add, “And if I’m here, we’re way less likely to get arrested.”      

But that’s not why you want to stay, even if you won’t admit it. Since the moment you heard Eddie’s name with suspect tacked on the end, you’ve been a live wire. Then you heard what really happened in that trailer—saw the terrified, caged-animal look in Eddie’s eyes.

You can’t just leave him here, all alone.

“Kinda feel like that’s an insult,” Eddie interjects, raising a hand.

“Do you want the company or not?” you ask, cocking a brow.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Steve says.

“You have a bad feeling about everything, Steve,” Dustin says, rolling his eyes. “You’re the boy who cried anxiety.”

“Yeah, and I’ve been right, every time—”

“Harrington,” you say, clapping your hands. “Clothes?”

He huffs a breath. After ten years of friendship, he really shouldn’t be surprised you ended up here. And if he didn’t want you involved with anything monstrous, he shouldn’t have dragged you into the monstrosity three years ago.

Just you, that was something you could manage. But now Eddie is involved. One of the people you’ve fought to keep out of all this since it started.

You’ll be damned if he ends up another victim.

-

After triple-checking all the curtains and the faulty lock on the boat shed door, you join Eddie in the seatless kayak in the middle of the room. With all the blankets and spare hoodies from the shed and Steve’s trunk combined, it isn’t the worst makeshift bed. In another life, it might even be fun.

It isn’t. Not with Eddie jumping at every creaking floorboard or whisper of the wind. Not with your own memories rolling like film credits behind your eyes.

You climb over the kayak ledge, lowering carefully down next to Eddie, who stretches out with his head pillowed on a life vest. The kayak is big enough to hold you both, but still small enough that laying side by side on your backs means being pressed together.  

“You didn’t have to do this,” Eddie whispers. “You probably shouldn’t have.”

You frown, turning your head to look at him. His attention stays focused on the ceiling.

“I know you didn’t do it,” you say.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he says. He still doesn’t look at you.

You exhale, gaze trailing up to the wooden-slat ceiling. Half the boards are discolored and rotting.

“It wasn’t your fault, Eddie,” you say. “You have to know that.”

Eddie says nothing for a long time. So long, you don’t think he’s going to.

“You know, I never really thought of myself as the guy who takes off when shit hits the fan. But that’s what I did. I just… ran.”

“You couldn’t have saved her,” you say.

“I could have tried,” Eddie says fiercely, fiercer than you’ve ever heard him.

And you know there’s nothing you can say that will make it okay, make the guilt he carries easier to bear, because you’ve carried it, too.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you say. “I don’t even care if that’s selfish. I’m glad that you got out of there. That you’re okay.”

Eddie lets out a trembling breath. He lapses into silence again, and that, above all, shows you how rattled he is. Eddie Munson fills the silence because he’s uncomfortable in it, because if he talks, he can control the situation. But right now, he doesn’t even bother. He’s lost in his own head.

And there isn’t a way to pull him all the way out. Only time can do that.

So, instead of trying, you just slip your hand over his, and when he doesn’t pull away, you lace your fingers together. Squeeze once. Eddie squeezes back.

Somewhere in the distance, maybe a block or two away, a siren flares to life, growing louder for just a moment before fading, but it’s enough to make Eddie jerk up like he’s been electrocuted.

“It’s okay,” you say, sitting up and taking him by the shoulders, guiding him back down. “You’re okay.” He is all stiff limbs and sharp breaths, but he doesn’t fight it when you draw him down against you, an arm over his waist, forehead against his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

One of his hands flies up, fingers wrapped around your wrist like it’s a life raft line. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make any sound at all, as he breaks. Eddie’s body shakes, and his chest heaves, and the top of your head grows damp with his tears, but he’s silent.

And when it stops, he’s quiet too. But he doesn’t let you go, and you hold on tight, until he falls into a fitful sleep, and long after.

-

You wake against a trembling, muttering form, half your body damp with sweat and one leg entirely asleep. Already, your back aches something fierce, and you’re surely going to regret sleeping here tomorrow, but it isn’t the discomfort that woke you. Curled at your side, Eddie shakes like someone is sending charges up and down his spine. His breaths come out in soft, quick pants, but he doesn’t scream. Like even in a nightmare, he doesn’t want to shift the ground he’s standing on.

You push halfway up, careful not to rock the kayak too much as you place your hands on his shoulders and shake.

“Eddie,” you say. “Wake up.”

His eyes snap open, and they are wild and bloodshot. He jerks upwards, only kept from leaping out of the kayak by your steady grip on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. You’re alright,” you say, talking to him like you might a frightened, stray animal.

The word no falls from his lips so many times, so fast, it turns to gibberish. Eddie is all stiff, jerky movements, his breathing ragged and his fingers gripping the kayak ledges so hard you think he could snap off a piece of wood.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s not real.” You have to get practically in his lap to make him look at you, taking his face in your hands. Any other time, he’d most certainly make a lewd joke about this. “It was just a bad dream.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” Eddie says. “It happened. It—“ He rakes a hand through his hair. His forehead gleams with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cool night. He eyes the rest of the shed, and the locked door, and even if you didn’t know Eddie Munson, you’d know he’s getting ready to bolt.

“Look at me, Eddie,” you say, and now, you are in his lap, straddling his waist, hands running up and down his tense arms. “It’s not real. It’s a memory.”

Eddie shakes his head, already starting to protest, but you don’t give him the chance.

“Can you touch a memory?” you ask.

Eddie frowns. “What? No—”

“Can a memory touch you?”

“No. Obviously, not, but—”

“The past is only as real as you let it be,” you say. “And right now, in Reefer Rick’s shitty shed, in this tiny kayak that is going to screw up both of our backs, the past does not exist.”

Eddie’s nostrils flare, and you can see the panic waging its battle behind his eyes.

“Right now, right here,” you say, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, “it doesn’t exist. It can’t hurt you.”

Eddie takes a breath. Leans into you, just a little bit.

“Right now, you’re safe,” you say softly.

Eddie closes his eyes for a long second. When he opens them, he says, “I keep—God, I keep seeing her face. You’d think she’d have looked scared, or, shit, I don’t know, something, but those eyes—” He stops again. Shakes his head hard, as if he’s trying to dislodge the memory. “She was empty.”

A piece of your heart breaks for this boy you tried so hard to keep safe—to keep as far away from all this as possible. All the canceled plans and lies. All the things you and Eddie Munson might have become if this hadn’t been sitting between you.

“Come here,” you say, sliding off his lap, laying back down. And to your surprise, Eddie sinks down into your arms.

At some point, you’ll both have to deal with all the lines you’ve crossed tonight—the blurry line of friendship you’ve already been dancing along—but something about the dark or the circumstances make the future seem too far away to be concerning.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” you say. “What you saw in that trailer, or what you see in your nightmares. But if you ever want to, I’ll be here.” And because you’re afraid you’ve admitted too much, you add, “All of us will.”

One of Eddie’s arms is slung over your waist, and he messes the hem of your—well, technically, Hawkins High School’s—hoodie between two fingers. Eventually, he asks, “Does it go away?”

You frown, looking down at him, though all you can see from this angle is the crown of his dark hair where he lays against your chest. You catch one of his curls between your fingers, looping it once, twice, three times before you ask, “Does what go away?”

Eddie hesitates. “Oh, you know. The whole, mind-numbing, piss-yourself fear.”

You smile, because even though he’s been through hell, he’s still Eddie. The Upside Down hasn’t broken him yet.

“Not completely,” you say. “But it gets… smaller. You get braver. You learn how to fight it.”

Eddie pauses again. He’s quieter tonight than he has been in your years of friendship.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks. “Clearly, this isn’t your first demonic rodeo.”

“No. It’s not,” you say, avoiding the first question.

But it’s Eddie, and he’s never met a question he couldn’t pull an answer out of. He seems to chew on his words for a beat before he says, “So, all the weird injuries. The secrets. This is what you were hiding?”

You say nothing, because if you open your mouth, you won’t be able to shut it.

“What, you didn’t think I could help?”

“Of course, not—” You say.

“Did you think I’d get in the way? Do something stupid, get somebody killed?” He huffs a breath. “Better to just keep me on the sidelines, where I can’t screw anything up.”

“Is that what you think?” You scoff.

Eddie sits up, and his absence is like a cold blanket everywhere he touched.

“If you’ve got a better story, sweetheart, I’d love to hear it,” he says, waving a hand.

“I didn’t tell you because I was trying to avoid this,” you say, gesturing at the shoddy cabin, at him, at all of it. “Because when people get involved, they get hurt, and sometimes, they die, and I can’t lose anyone else. Especially not someone I—” Your mouth forms words faster than you can screen them, and you manage to shut off the tap just before taking a step you can’t go back from. “I just can’t lose anyone else.”

“Someone that you…?” Eddie trails off.

You ease back against the kayak’s side, averting your gaze.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” Eddie asks.

“You know what.”

Eddie makes a humph noise. “Yeah, well, if there’s anything the last twenty four hours has taught me, it’s that I don’t actually know shit.”

You force yourself to meet his eyes. Somehow, opening your mouth to speak is scarier than the monsters you’ll soon have to face.

“I didn’t stay with you because I was worried you’d get yourself arrested, or because I thought you needed a babysitter,” you say. “I stayed because I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t, and I’m sorry if that makes things weird, but you have to know, I wanted to tell you about all of this so many times—”

Eddie says your name, and his tone, stiff and quiet, cuts your ramble in half. You clamp your mouth shut, ignoring the heat rushing up your neck and throughout your cheeks.

He says it again, moving while he does it, shifting closer until there is nowhere to go but over the side of the kayak. But he lingers there, just looking at you.

“Say something,” you murmur. If you have to bear another second of this, you won’t be the only one to die before Eddie’s eyes tonight.

A lopsided, almost shy smile plays on his lips as he says, “I’m trying to think of something to say that doesn’t sound really, really stupid.”

A cold front washes over your skin, and you inch away from him, clenching your teeth.

“We don’t have to talk about—”

Eddie takes your chin in one hand, guiding your eyes back to his. His gaze flicks around your face, dropping down to your mouth and back up. He licks his lips.

“No, that’s not what I—” He stops. Shakes his head. “Screw it.”

“What?” you ask, but before the word is entirely out of your mouth, Eddie leans forward and kisses you.

For an entire second, you’re so shocked, you don’t move, don’t breathe, and Eddie takes it exactly the wrong way. Just as he starts to pull back, you reach for him, catching his lips in yours.

And this time, you don’t freeze. You kiss him back.

At first, it’s hungry and clumsy, like making up for lost time, but it shifts, softens, and by the time Eddie pulls back, your brain is fuzzy, and your lips are numb.

He dips his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“I do, too,” he says, so quietly that even the wind probably can’t hear; the words are for you and you alone. “Love you.”

And you might be in a ramshackle, crumbling boat shed, with a boy on the run from murder charges—false, but still—but it almost feels like a sacred space. Like all the horror and mayhem outside these walls can’t touch either of you.

Eventually, you’ll both have to open the door and face what’s waiting on the other side. But for now, it is just you and Eddie and a kayak, and that’s all that matters.

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[strux-the-entity]

Okay okay. I know I'm edgy and all but like. I have to say something when it comes to Welcome to the Table. And that is about my boy Coco. Or well headcanons and ideas of Colorado.

When it comes to Colorado he's always been portrayed as a edgy hoodie wearing weed man, even though there's a lot more to him than that. He would also be the type of person who loves the outdoors and wildlife just as much as a zoologist or wildlife expert. He would be your guy to go camping or exploring with and you would be fine. He technically would be a great outdoor survivalist too. With camping, fishing, hiking, climbing, swimming, kayaking and a lot of other fun things. Ngl now that I think about it he would probably have his cryptid form be something of a ram horned werewolf since grey wolves and big Horn sheep are apart of the big native animal range of his, and the fact he used to be a silver mine-

OH! Speaking of silver mines. This made me think of something else. Another reason for why he's always high 24/7. Okay so back in 1961 when he became a state this was after the Civil War. 1861 he was entirely a Spain to Mexico Territory along with Texas, California, Utah, Arizona, Mexico, parts of Kansas, Wyoming and Oklahoma, those guys got taken by America at that point, but anyways. Oh fun fact Colorado is Spanish for "Colored Red" or uh "Reddish" anyways I need to focus. But anyways. Colorado at that time was stuck between Union and Confederacy to the point he was helping both sides. Supplying Silver and Men to the Union and supplying Gold and Men to the Confederacy. In that term Colorado being split among his people into 2 groups would who I would call as "Colounion" and "Confederado" He was split into 2 different people of the two sides. And of course the 2 would fight with themselves. Colo being the calm and collected half while Rado was the unhinged and slightly derange maniac. Probably very deranged since he would probably murder people with a GIANT PICKAXE, he used it for mining. But it's fiiiine. Anyways. When the War ended you could say the 2 got forced back as 1 person aka "Colorado"

But because of such dividence while Colorado was a single person body wise. You could say he had a well. . Split personality. Though Colo was the one always at free roam, Rado was being kept restrained and dormant because we don't need a maniac loose. But that's probably why Coco is always high 24/7 because being around the 2 sides 24/7 he doesn't need Colo and Rado fighting against each other. It's also why he probably doesn't talk to his own cities and all because the only 2 he can hear is Colo and Rado. Whether they're bickering or fighting, it often gives him horrible headaches. Be like Jesus don't take the wheel give it to Satan instead- OH WAIT that was a mistake we're heading to hell anyways- but what would happen if Rado ended up taking full control. . Eugh. A giant Pickaxe weilding unhinhed maniac? That definitely would be a good angst drawing or story. . . Point is. I like to think that Coco boy had a split personality among his own personality and that Confederado was not told about to tye other states. Aight. I shall die now

#wttt #welcome to the table #send help for my sanity #raaaaaaaah

[racctt]

happy ostara from shoko, viola and my cat!

🩵🐇💜

today is the spring equinox aka ostara! the night and the day are at the same lengths right now, and its going to start getting warmer. i wanted to properly celebrate today, but i just haven't been feeling very well :( I haven't had the energy, but im going to try and at least burn a candle or make a spell jar before the day ends! usually on these holidays i'll go outside and walk to enjoy nature, but its ironically cold today.. the weather here was warm for a little bit but has gotten really cold this past week. hopefully by April it'll be warming up, so i can do my spring activities! ill have a late celebration once its warmer by going camping, kayaking and going to yard sales :) but just remember everyone that this time of the year is all about getting rid of the old and bringing in the new! i was just fired and im struggling to move on but im trying to remind myself things happen for a reason, and that this makes room in my life for better things

#kidcore #childhood #nostalgia #nostalgic #oliplushie #pagan #ostara #spring #spring equinox #nostalgiacore #jellycat #plushie #plush #stuffed animals #stuffed animal #plushies #plushblr #toycore #toy #stuffies #stuffie #mental health #bunny #cat #witch #oliwitch

[jimothy-hopkins]

Camp Bullhorn AU

It’s your average summer camp, but with the usual twists and turns and delinquents.

Aka the entire student body of Bullworth.

This is sort of based off a novel called Feral Youth that is written by many different authors.

Also implanting aspects from Scooby Doo Camp Scare cause that movie SLAPS.

Plus some silly goofy things from Percy Jackson and the Olympians

The prefects are head counselors.

Crabblesnitch owns the camp and Ms. Danvers is the co owner.

The rest of the staff are ambassadors, they’re the ones who teach stuff like arts and crafts, kayaking, basic survival, first aid, etc.

Cliques are cabins.

Each cabin is represented by an animal.

Preps - Swans

Greasers - Coyotes

Jocks - Mooses

Nerds - Lizards

Bullies - Bobcats

Townies - Bass

Non clique students and female students are separated in respective cabins.

Camp activities include horseback riding, canoeing, fishing, kayaking, capture the flag, arts and crafts, archery, hiking, water skiing, zip-lining, swimming, paintball, and hiking.

Seth and Seymour ride around in a golf cart.

Seth drives and he does it very recklessly.

Max usually directs camp activities like capture the flag, paintball, and zip lining.

Karl is usually helping with campfire hour and the amphitheater.

Seymour does cabin checks, paperwork, directs horseback riding, and occasionally helps Max with zip-lines.

Seth directly disciplines campers and can really choose any punishment but killing them or kicking them out of camp.

Pete is a lifeguard and helps out with activities that revolve around the water.

They have an outdoor amphitheater.

They also have blackberry and strawberry fields.

They also have a basketball court and a volleyball net set up.

The lake has sand around it, it looks like a beach, the lake is also pretty damn big.

We all know why Jimmy’s here his parents don’t wanna fuck with him for three months.

Gary’s here cause he can’t leave jimmy tf alone.

Pete is here cause he works here.

Zoe is here and so is Bif cause they’re a care package.

Capture the flag is an event that indicates which cabin doesn’t have to do their chores for a week.

Which ever team loses has to take up the winner’s chores.

Same rules apply for paintball.

Usually it’s greasers, bullies, and townies against the preps, nerds, and jocks.

Justin is the on responsible for the prep and jock alliance.

Sometimes they switch up the alliance cause of bribery or fights.

They used to have ultimate frisbee but it got too competitive.

This camp had to ban Uno.

The conflict here would rely less on monsters and killers and more on the campers and counselors.

Cause the ambassadors and owners ain’t shit.

Excluding Mr. Galloway and Ms. Philips.

Sometimes Neil too.

I’m still thinking out the general plot but I got a place to start so hopefully I can turn this into a series or a one shot typa deal.

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[sule-skerry]

How much do you know about seal and selkie mythology? Do you have any Strong Opinions on parts of it, or a favorite?

I know a fair amount and my main opinion is it's unfair the only one people ever know is The Seal Wife. Like, did you know in some places selkies have very powerful weather magic and are greatly feared because if they're disrespected (aka if you kill a seal needlessly) they'll call up storms? There's a legend I think from the Shetlands where once upon a time on a remote island someone killed a seal pup and every time the islanders sent their boats out the selkies would call up a storm to sink them, and they weren't satisfied until all the men on the island committed mass suicide by jumping off a cliff. Selkies take debt and obligation very seriously, like in The Seal That Did Not Forget where an islander is about to take a seal's two pups to make a coat when he hears the seal make a human sobbing sound and sees her crying tears (seals do actually look like they're crying sometimes), so he takes pity on her and brings them back to her, and then years and years later his children are out on the sand bar gathering welks and don't notice the tide coming in, but just when they think they''re trapped and will be drowned a huge seal comes out of the water and carries them safely to shore. Everybody knows there are families in Scotland and Ireland that have a female selkie ancestor (The Seal Wife again) but did you know that it was also common for fishing families to have usually a young uncle or cousin who everybody knew hadn't really drowned at sea, but had gone under the water to live with the selkies? The idea that seals and humans aren't just related but can change places is actually pretty common. It's not just the folklore about Pharoah's army not drowning in the Red Sea but turning into seals, but also there are Alaskan Native legends about a boy who gets sent under the ice to live with a family of bearded seals so he can become a great hunter (and obviously seals have a whole society under the ice that mirrors human society above it), or about a young woman who everyone thought had died coming back into the village but actually she was a seal who had transformed into a human. Plus of course seals are the children of Sedna, goddess of all the marine mammals, who is greatly feared because if you displease her by not upholding traditions or by wasting the body of a seal you have killed she'll call all her children under the ice to her and humans will starve. There are a few versions of Sedna's story, the one I know best is the one where her father threw her out of the kayak to try to appease an angry spirit, and when she clung onto the side he hit her fingers until they fell off, but every time they hit the water they became a different kind of seal. Eventually she couldn't hold on any longer and sank down to the bottom of the ocean, where she lives, tended by her seal children, and because she can't hold a comb without her fingers they comb her hair for her. What's interesting is that around Lake Baikal people say that there's a Master who lives at the bottom of the lake and is in charge of all the seals, and when you kill a seal, because it wasn't raised by you but given to you you have to share its meat with other people, or the Master will be angry. So that's actually considered evidence for there having been some kind of either migration or cultural exchange between Alaska and Siberia way way wayyyy back because they're so similar.

Also in Celtic mythology selkie men are really really sexy, they're just so sexy no human woman could ever be expected to resist them.

[a-mag-a-day]

Own thoughts about mag 39

" OMG HEAVY LORE NOW AS A CENTER PART OF THE CHAPTER??? " we were SO used to having pieces on the final parts of every chapter that this, still today, got me a smile bc is definitely the beginning of the metanarrative story

🪱"You will love me if i was a worm?"🪱

Tbh? Want to hug this worm lady, if she wasn't this hole of dangerous individual.

Jonathan: i refuse to be another mystery! *looks at cámara, remenber mag 200 and state: unknown, crying*

I can't beliave Sasha found a kayak and ended running with it out of the danger! Totally my best girl is saved ♡♡ <- me being delusional, i cant still get over how her death was something critical and one of the drastic changes on the main cast, specifically for Jon and Tim~

Our last piece of og archival team <\3

Elias just waiting on his office while everyone was having their funky time with Prentiss, khowing well this was just a fase on his plan :3c babygirl material indeed-- and that's got me thinking, what if his plan with Jon would failed here? If Prentiss ended up "making more damage than necessary"? ~ just a silly though

Tim character, thats it, thats the observation

The first big one on "Jon's paranoia era" <\3

First properly introduction to the tunnels and as we will khow later, how rituals works, much later to understand how NO ONE HAS ANY CLUE OF WHAT ARE THEY DOING LMAO

Prentiss is just a victim of this circumstances and her story will be addressed later on the podcast about autonomy and choices of our cast in this eldritch parafernalia aka one of the big themes on tma

Welcome, not!them to the main cast ♡ congrats to be the constant on Jon's hater fanclub plus their scene with Sasha will always give me chills, is just,,,scary, lol

Props to the writing on the episode, every moment is really well balanced on how many things are happening consecutively to every character.

One last observation: pasta sounds, still amazed how the fuck they made this even more immersive experience with wet pasta.

The first of many finales where everything is happening at once and absolutely no one knows why

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 39 #serazephyr