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grey-sides · 2 years
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a classic car named Billy
Hi. I think this is a little sad? But what if Billy possessed the Camaro and Steve repaired it?
~700 words, warning only for alluded to canonical character death
Steve buys the Camaro after, when Neil Hargrove is going to sell it to pay his way out of Hawkins. He scrapes together his birthday money and his measly paychecks from Scoops and buys it, has it towed to the house.
His dad sighs and shakes his head when he sees it. Tells Steve it's a bad investment, sneering when Steve tells him he wants to try fixing cars since college didn't work out. Steve's mom tells him it's a lovely idea and compliments the shade of blue.
It sits in the driveway for a week, Steve popping the hood and reading the manuals, trying to figure out how to make it run again. He knows he probably needs a new battery since it sat for a little too long. A new side or at least someone who can bang out the dents.
Billy's favorite tape, a Fleetwood Mac album that he went to his grave swearing he didn't own, is still sitting in the tape deck.
Steve leaves it there. He wants to know if Billy was listening to it at some point, where he left off before he never got into this car again.
The car sits in the driveway and Steve does his best to tinker with it. He's good with his hands, but he doesn't really know anything about cars.
One week after Steve brings it home, the Camaro, sitting idle for two months, roars to life. It purrs for four seconds, and no one is around to see it.
When Steve wakes up in the morning, the car is cold again, and he puts an order in to have a battery set aside for him at the local shop.
The battery doesn't bring it back to life. But Steve sits in the passenger seat, thinking about being here once before with Billy in the driver's seat.
Three weeks after Steve brings it home, it roars to life again. This time, it lasts for a full five minutes before shutting off. A cat across the street watches it. It's cold when Steve wakes up.
He continues to work on it, pouring his sweat and tears into trying to make it run. He sits in the passenger seat. Once, he sits in the driver's seat, whispers hi to Billy, gets it running enough to play Dreams.
Steve needs the Camaro to run, so he actually goes to the shop, asks someone to come look at it. Richie, the guy who looked at the Camaro when Billy was still alive. He tells Steve it's the alternator and Steve has to save up again.
Two months after the Camaro starts to sit in Steve's driveway, it turns on and stays on for a full hour. Steve wakes up, caught in a memory or a nightmare. He looks out to the car, a habit as a reminder of Billy.
When he sees the lights on, he hurries downstairs, old enough to not care if his parents hear him go outside. There are tears in his eyes when he lays his hand on the hood of the Camaro and one sizzles as it hits the hot metal.
When the car goes quiet, Steve climbs in through the driver's seat to the back. He's too tall and too broad for it, but he curls himself up and falls asleep there anyway.
Four months after Steve brought home the Camaro, the alternator comes in and Richie helps him install it. He seems to care about the car too, though he didn't really know Billy from Adam. There's something tender when he rolls beneath her, explaining it all to Steve.
He pays Richie for his time, thanks him for his help, settles into the driver's seat. Richie watches as Steve gets her to roar to life, hands curled around the wheel. He bows his head, presses his forehead to the leather cover.
Richie's gone by the time Steve's head comes back up. He drives it around the block once, goes slow enough to let Dreams play all the way through.
Twelve months after the Camaro began to sit in Steve's driveway, he takes it back to California. He's not dumb enough to try to pull it up on the sand. But he gets a little glass vial to fill it with sand and hangs it from the rearview mirror.
On his way back to his hotel, cruising with the windows down, he looks into the rearview mirror and sees a familiar pair of blue eyes watching him.
Eighteen months after, Steve devises a plan.
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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Homestuck kid designs in 2024
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ghost gives konig a private lesson feat. soap as a very happy spectator.
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bluerosefox · 2 months
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GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS
When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.
(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)
But Jason didn't mind his penpal.
Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.
From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.
Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.
Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...
But then he died by the hands of the Joker.
The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.
Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.
Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.
And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.
Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.
It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.
The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.
"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.
Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"
Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.
His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.
"From: Danny Fent Nightingale
Amity Park, IL"
To: Jason Todd-Wayne
Gotham City, NJ.
Wayne Manor"
And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.
"Jason.
I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.
Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-
I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.
I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.
I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.
I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.
Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.
Again I’m sorry.
This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.
Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.
-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."
The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.
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idk why sonic fans care so much about canon timelines. classic sonic is past sonic or an alternate version sonic? who gives a shit sonic canon is the definition of fuck it we ball have fun with your blue rat
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mydairpercabeth · 5 months
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