you ever lie awake at night and think about how jem and will never truly got to be together when one of them wasn’t cursed, dying, or a silent brother, and they still loved each other so much? it makes the vision in gotsm where they get to be young together with no illness, the knowledge of no curse, and no emotion-muting powerful runes, so much more moving…when you realise they never got that chance in their real lives.
I just think sometimes of an ideal world, untouched by time, where they get to be parabatai without any of the tragedy, and will, jem and tessa are all happy together side by side.
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ive never seen the fox and the hound, is it a happy disney film or unnecessarily sad like some of the old ones can be LOL bc i might need to watch it?!?
Hehehe it's a sad one! It's honestly one of my favourites even though I haven't watched it in years, I keep waiting for the right time. It's about a fox and a hound (obviously) but it revolves around upbringing and how hounds are meant for fox hunting so I'd be careful if that's upsetting for you! I think it really captures innocence really well and I remember always wanting a friendship like Todd and Copper had.
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I died laughing at the reverse shot. I know the intention is for the PC to be shocked at being played, but Ronan had to buffer for a minute cause he's known this whole time and he can't believe Astarion admitted it on top of the other part.
That's the real shocking bit. Ronan's spent this whole time assuming Astarion doesn't actually like him all that much. He's frustrating, commanding, stubborn, calls out Astarion's bullshit, doesn't let him get his way most of the time, and all of Ronan's good qualities and caring actions generally seem rebuffed or taken with an air of suspicion under the guise of fawning gratefulness. Ronan likes Astarion a lot, very much wants to help him with his plight (both to help the guy and gain glory from smiting a vampire lord back to the grave) and was fine with the way things were but to hear there's any form of reciprocity is almost as shocking as waking up on a mind flayer ship.
So of course he fucking hugs him
He's a happy dragon man.
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It’s the not knowing, that gets him.
The not knowing what could’ve happened if Eddie Munson had made it out of that fight.
They’d barely known each other, spent a few days fighting monsters after a few months of barely acknowledging each other over the head of their mutual friend after a few years of avoiding each other in the high school hallways.
But those few days were something. It took him a while to realise that, or, to come to terms with the fact that it probably wasn’t all in his head, but they were.
He spends more time than is probably healthy thinking about what could’ve happened, even if he forces the thoughts to stay inside his head, where they can’t hurt Dustin any more than his death already did.
Would they have been friends? Linked together similarly to him and Robin? He could see it. Nights where the three of them curled up on his bed until the sun rose and they could breathe again. Evenings spent watching movies and getting high and talking until their voices gave out.
Would they have been more? There was tension, he knows tension. Could write a whole book on signals and looks and the shifts in tone. Even if he was just trying to deal with the situation he’d ended up in, and he’d been the only age-appropriate guy around, that still left a foot in the door. They could’ve cracked it open some more, taken a step inside. Could’ve learned each other. Could’ve slotted next to one another like puzzle pieces, matching their scars up when they pressed together.
They could’ve just fallen back to routine. Eddie spending time with the kids when he wasn’t. Trading looks over Dustin’s head only a bit heavier after sharing the secrets of what lurked below.
Or Eddie could’ve been swept away by the government. Or hidden away with Hopper. Or arrested in the hospital. Or taken out by the mob. Or or or or.
Not every scenario was nice, but they ran through his head anyway.
Because, the fact was he would never know. Would never get the choice to learn, to see. To either grow with him or grow separately or grow apart.
There was a whole future, full of whatever life he was supposed to have, just gone. Stomped out and leaving blood stains on the ground of the Upside Down. Leaving Dustin broken open and a name no one would let them clear and a skittish look to anyone who dared to be different, in case they were blamed for the next Hawkins tragedy.
Any of those possibilities or a million other ones he couldn’t think of, left empty and dissatisfied. Because he just couldn’t know.
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Talestober 2023 Day 26: Starcrossed
Mikleo walks before me, closer to the way he looked when we parted, but with a little extra hair spilling past his chin to rest above his shoulders. He strides through blades of waist-high grass, illuminated only by a silver crescent moon. There is no one around, no path, no familiar landmark in sight, yet his eyes do not leave the vast expanse of stars shining above. It seems like he's using them to navigate.
It's comforting to me, to know that the same stars I departed under on my final night in Lastonbell are still here to guide my friend in my place. But Mikleo's expression holds no wonderment of their beauty, nor joy in their familiarity. His eyes are filled with longing and loneliness, as if the endless ribbon of stars he looks upon is only an empty void. In a whisper as soft as the breeze in the grass, his lips utter one word:
"Sorey..."
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Epileo angst is the best angst
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himenata ^____^ i love you shoyou I'll keep you warm in my heart forever and ever.. here's a piece of fic for you:
Shoyou stretched his arms up to the sky, for a moment appearing as if the sky were taking his open hands and pulling him into itself.
All at once, the air filled Tobio's lungs again and Shoyou folded his torso sideways with one big step back, widening his stance.
He moved like flowing lines and colors of light. He spun himself around like a ribbon, getting ahead of himself and falling over just the same as he always did in volleyball. His arms were flying about him all the while. Shoyou tossed them over his head as he threw his head back, chest facing the sky. He opened himself the way people did when they danced.
He was so full of joy that the earth offered to make space for it around him. Laughter poured out of him and the earth took it in. Tobio took it in.
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