#chat: jc

[zestys-stuff]

damn not you wanting ralak to experience the loss of his tulkun 😭😂💔

I’m soorrryy, i have an urge to give my characters a disturbingly traumatic past… yk.. for the personal development and growth … shoutout to James Cameron, he came with the concept

#chatting with ❤️ #with my pookies❤️ #ralak talks #Been scarred for life when Neteyam died so i took the same path as JC #i apologise in advance

[khattikeri]

everyone shut up abt 3zun toxic yaoi for a minute I feel like chengning is a very underrated contender

#keri chats #mdzs #chengning #listen. listen. you x your dead brother's loyal feral zombie attack dog friend #you x your loyal dead necromancer bestie's bitter snide prissy brother whom u are just itching to yell at someday u know it'll happen #the hatred is fairly mutual and while wn is mostly benign he does let a lot of irritation simmer and fester beneath the surface #take this post with a grain of salt btw this isn't discourse bait i just love the dynamic and think it'd be funny to transplant #into a modern &/or generally low stakes AU #jiang cheng drunk after a party: I hope you wens all die in a vat of hot oil #wen ning designated driver professional Tuck Drunkards Into Bed guy: [meditational inhale and exhale] #wn: U THINK WWX REVIVED UR DEAD TAMAGOTCHI? EVER WONDER WHY HE NEVER PLAYED W HIS OWN AGAIN? jc: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

[chaneajoyyy]

#let’s chat #sip tea #talk videos #talk tiktok videos #talk tiktok #talk blaque #talk jc chasez #talk bring it all to me #talk music #blaque #ft. jc chasez #bring it all to me #music #video #tiktoks #tiktok videos #lmaaaaaaooooo #can ya get with his thug appeal?

[matthewbaudelaire]

New Message (!) Contact: @duderosiers

[TEXT] hey [TEXT] im bored [TEXT] in a class rn but its lame af

#duderosiers #chat log: jc

[sisterdivinium]

AvMila anon again. I could also totally see Miguel/JC as you say in the right light. Say the fact that JC has studied in the school of hard knocks in life, and Miguel has very little life experience. He left earth as a child. I could see that if JC is given knowledge about this, an author could have JC being goofy and helpful in trying his best to teach some street smarts and general stuff to Miguel. Perhaps not in a romantic capacity, because I personally think no one should be dating Miguel. He's a child in a adult man's body. But yeah a big brother/little brother dynamic would be quite sweet between them, seeing as we're never told if JC has any siblings or any family left. They could be each other's sibling. Which is also to add to another great point you made. Warrior nun is well written, so much so that even with only 2 seasons of 8 episodes each, they hand you enough details about its minor characters that you can play with in a myriad of ways. And the minor characters are almost all quite interesting and have tons of potential!. With good material, even if there's little of it, you can build all kinds of stories. Not necessarily all centered around romantic love and only with the main characters. Romance, personal growth, chosen families, friendships, aro/ace/trans experiences. I also think it's baffling that people don't engage more in taking all these characters and just truly playing with them a lot more.

For JC and Miguel/Michael, I guess so! (I say this and so succinctly because I'm infamous for my very strong "bling ring" dislike, so I really, really wouldn't touch JC or his crew with a ten foot pole, lol.)

The main thing, I think and agree wholeheartedly with you, really is the fact that there are so many little threads one could pull on for just about any of the characters in the show. If you're courageous, you absolutely could pull off some "esoteric" character combinations in whatever capacity you'd like, just as we feel the writers could at any given moment just pick them up again themselves and go on from where they stopped. There's always a little something, a little spark in even the minor WN characters that could push a story forward. We've been watching Ava's story but it could probably be told from just about anyone's perspective -- without the same charm and effect, of course, but what I mean to say is that everyone is built in a way that could make it possible for them to be the main character of their own stories, which is something you don't often see regarding those in the background. There are little idiosyncrasies, little contradictions, little details that add life and interest to them and just about anyone could try and use those to explore another avenue that the show cannot give us, certainly!

#chats with anon #correspondence #i've gone on record about how much i dislike jc's crew so please don't take my brief commentary as disinterest for your message haha #i agree is all :) #speaking of nobody dating michael this reminds me of once seeing someone misuse the relationship tag on ao3 #and use a / instead of a & for him and jillian. or i hope it was misused as i confess i didn't have the heart to check LOL

[faerietothe-otherside]

Who: @icexpackxjc Where: Thin Ice Icerink

Since coming to Lunar Cove half a decade ago, Rangi had found herself comforted by a hobby she never thought she'd find joy in. While she'd grown up on an island that boasted tropical weather and a warmth unlike any other, there was something calming to her about being bundled up in sweaters and twirling about in the cool air of the ice rink. Cold weather wasn't something Rangi was made for, but this wasn't cold weather-- it was just a chilled air and that was all the difference Rangi needed to enjoy the inside of the ice rink versus the rainy, wet, cold atmosphere outside.

And on a Tuesday afternoon, not too late, not too early, the rink was pretty much empty, thanks to routine work schedules and school hours. She was only there for her break, wanting to get out of the dim light of her morgue, despite having hidden herself there for too long after the Renaissance Faire fiasco. At least this was still relatively secluded and isolated, which meant she was less likely to encounter anyone who might be meeting their end anytime soon-- or, really, to encounter anyone at all. Which allowed her to become lost enough in her own thoughts as she spun and skated around the ice, she barely noticed someone watching her.

Until she slowed down a bit, finally taking in her surroundings, drifting towards the side of the rink. Not expecting to find anyone, when her eyes did land on the figure, she jumped, a small yelp escaping from her lips. "Jesus--!" she inhaled, shaking her head and nearly falling over. "Sorry! Sorry. I didn't-- see you-- expect anyone to be here. Sorry."

#gif chat #gif chat: jc #jc #//this got long pls don't feel the need to match alksjdf

[benscursedkid]

hm okay so im super glad jc is potentially getting more into olivia’s character but if they do or say anything that blatantly conflicts with my hcs….i will pretend i do not see .

#hphm #kate chats #olivia green #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #wow tbh i never thought they’d bring her back #so to speak #genuinely thought they forgot about her lmao #but she’s my oc now #jc waited too long

[pbaintthetb]

so I was having a nice listen to ‘Forever young’ by Madness because it has big “If i had this time again” wanting to help your younger self out and steer them right vibes so it’s good vibes but also mdzs inspo yanno

except it doesnt work because I was thinking like, for a lot of the characters in mdzs i feel like their regrets about their youth are less what they did and more what was done to them. Rightly or wrongly I don’t think most of them regret or feel anything about their reactions and actions ought to have changed, the damage was done unto them by others not themselves and they had no other choice

#im a nhs jc and occasionaly jgy enjoyer guys #they all always think they're right #or at least jc only ever acknowledges that he's right #mdzs #"so stay forever young and don't you do what i have done' #'stay forever young before paradise lost and innocence gone' #im just chatting shit but ugh #'the brightness in your smiling eyes they're lighting up teh whole room' #'the freshness of your young face a candle in teh gloom' #'mr moon is counting backwards' #'all they thing we could and should have done' #'these regrets they'll come and go' #also unrealted but a song about youth #starting with 'there was a tme when i was younger #is such a big madness energy lol

[theodoredeckergf]

i have a friend who's middle name is Eva after evangelion and i can't watch NGE without triggering a depressive episode so i know who would win in a fight but also i like all the people i live with and they live with someone who only communicates via discord and complaints

#chat chat #love it #also their dating anna who said they could never date me bc my past partners make my taste in ppl so bad that they could never feel good... #about themself after being chosen by me #which is also another L for me #anna if ur reading this.... hurt JC for me #pls

[userdaisy]

if you like the mutual pining trope might i introduce you to the homie shitshow

#light.txt #right so basically this guy and i have been texting for quite some time #at first it was just about music and practice and stuff #but slowly we started talking about more random stuff #like exchanging posts we see which remind us of the other #(eg i send him stuff with the word “homie” and he sends me puns) #and so now we're homies 👍 #but more recently when we chat he says stuff like #“love you too in a really gay way” #“💪 looks like a deformed peanut...... deez nuts” #“its okay [if you cant history] you just need to smoke harder” #“but you are also gay. does that mean i am gay??” #<- a small selection of the large variety of strange things #which is wonderful i love it #so the thing is (if you havent already figured it out) i like him . adn i tjink he likes me back . #which is going to be very interesting because i dont think either of us is going to confess first #but im considering . after i graduate from jc though. which is some time away. #this is all very funny bc i only thought of this possibility last night. im an idiot. #and uh. congrats if you made it this far . im not completely sure if what i think is correct so maybe reply and give me your thoughts? #idk man help :(

[androxys]

JC Leyendecker... save me

JC Leyendecker art

Save me JC Leyendecker...

#chit chat #jc leyendecker

[wanderingcoyotes]

bored and wanting to draw btu also borderline having artblock i think. great trio

#uuuguhhhh #pixie chats #i need new tags jc

[fruchtchen]

#지크슈 #jcs #im done fir noe sorry i took my ambien and ifs kickin kn i fhink #in the korean productions judas becomes an angel #(implied) #so my boy ascend to heaven n jsut gets to chill waiting for jesus to get back #forty days of awkward chat with his dad #and the judas girls and the judas boys i assume they ascend too #these looked like they were moving last night fucking hell #최재림 내 사랑

[aishatonu]

The Poetic Stylings of Chat-GPT

Le Chat Sauvage, from NYPL Digital Collections Goofing around with Chat-GPT (the chat sauvage?), I asked it to “Write a poem in the writing style of JC Reilly.” First, it didn’t know who I was (ugh), but when I gave it a link to one of my poems, this is what it came up with: In this moment, I am but a flicker A mere flame in the grander scheme My life, a mere fragment in the picture Of the…

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#Billy Collins #carrot cake #Chat-GPT #Ilya Kaminsky #JC Reilly #Poetry #recipe

[126dvtn]

just got back from another 8hr revision session what's popping

#i'll answer asks in a bit!! #my brain is empty #also #i've made an interesting observation #that all junior college boys look the same #it's their jc sweaters and harry potter glasses and tiktok hair i think #not a bad thing! #it's just... interesting #%! chats

[acowardinmordor]

You Left Me - You Miss Me - 4

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Hi, time for more, arguably making things better, but also arguably making things much worse.

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There was a diner a block and a half from their apartment. Steve found it when the sky opened up during his jog one morning. Snow, he could have handled, he was dressed for it. Slushy sleet mixed with hail was another matter. He ducked inside to hide until it passed, chatted with the owner for a bit, and brought Robin with him the next day because they had an amazing spread of waffle toppings, including crumbled bacon, and Steve knew she’d go crazy about it.

He was correct, and it was their go to spot, not just for breakfast. 

At the end of January, Rebecca sat down to join them, and handed Steve an application. 

Steve was already working at a JC Penny in the stock room, and picked up a few hours at a roller rink filling in when someone called out. They had enough money to live. Not decadently, but they could cover all their bills, and keep gas in the car, and buy supplies for Robin’s classes.  

“Uh, Rebecca, I’m- thank you? But. My memory sucks, and my hearing isn’t great, and if someone starts getting rude, I’m going to get rude back to them, and --”

“This is a diner, hun,” she stopped him, “You write the orders down, you can always tell someone to say it again, and the fact you can shut down anyone that gives you lip is why I think you’ll be good at it. Like I said, it’s a diner. We don’t have to be all sunshine and daisies here.”

“I’m working at another--”

“Over at the mall and the rink, I know. And I know you’re free Monday through Wednesday mornings. And,” she stressed, “staff gets free meals and first dibs on the day olds.”

“Dingus!" Robin gasped and grabbed his arm. "Do it, do it. Stevie. Please, oh my god, please, you have to take it. You can bring me the brioche buns. And that apple butter. And that thing with the nuts! Steeevveee, don’t you love your soulmate? Please? I cou--”

So Steve took the job, and worked a few mornings a week. By the third week of February, he stopped feeling like he was going to fuck up any second. He understood why Rebecca liked his ability to get bitchy in the face of difficult customers, and he and Robin had cupboards well stocked with random take homes. 

He liked it. Starting at five in the morning took some getting used to, but he was done by one, and traded off with a middle aged mom named Susan after the lunch rush settled down. Was it a ton of money? No. But he got more tips than he expected to, and the brioche really was delicious. 

The last week of February, he was working alone on a Tuesday, at the start of the lunch rush, expecting Susan to arrive soon, and an easy day. 

“Be with you in a minute,” he called to whoever just came inside, bussing half a dozen empty plates from table two after dropping off more creamer at table four. He looped back, ducking behind the counter to put the plates on the pass through for Nick to grab. 

He dropped the entire stack before he got there.

His hands clenched down, his muscles locked, and even though it should have made him hold harder, everything slipped, and either shattered on the tiles or banged into his feet.

Jim Hopper winced from his seat at the counter. “Sorry, kid.”

The couple of other diners glanced up to check on him, and John looked around the window from the kitchen. Steve didn’t move. Couldn't. Could barely breathe.

“Is it back?”

“No.”

His exhale shook out of him before he shoved down the panic.

“Then whatever this is can wait.” 

“I’m just here to talk.”

“And I said it can wait.”

He swept up the broken dishes, shrugged off John’s silent offer to throw Hopper out, and reminded himself there was no reason to think that the Upside Down was back. That meant this was going to be more awkward and less dangerous, and he was going to hate it, but it was still the better version of the day. 

“What’ll you have?” 

“Kid, I’m here to talk cause I didn’t think you’d want me at your place.”

“And I’m at work, and this is a diner, so what’ll you have?”

“Steve--”

“I’ll bring you coffee. I’m not talking about this while I’m working.”

“Coffee’s good. When are you off?”

Steve gave his bitchiest smile, didn’t answer, and went to seat the couple that just walked in. 

The lunch rush was a mercy. Susan handled Hopper, and gave him the iciest service anyone had ever gotten under that roof. Hopper took it gracefully, but he didn’t shift, or push, or give any indication that he wasn’t willing to sit there til midnight if he had to. 

Normally, Steve would get some lunch to go and head home. If the weather was bad, he ate at the booth in the corner to wait it out. With the way his stomach was twisting, unable to separate Hopper from what his arrival could mean, he wasn’t going to keep food down. He filled a glass of water, then silently gestured Hop to follow. 

“Good to see you, Steve,” he said when they sat. “You and Robin doing okay up here?”

“We’re fine. Why are you here? If it isn’t something to do with, you know, then why are you here?”

“Maybe I just came up to check on you.”

“Did you?” Steve snorted into his drink when that question made Hopper’s face twist up. “So what is this?”

“I am here to check on you. There’s something else, but I came here because I’m checking on you. Me and you weren’t all that close, but you had Mrs Buckley give me your info so I’d know where you were.”

“Yeah, in case of an emergency. And you said there wasn’t any emergency. Plus, you had my phone number, so you could have called, which would be way less weird than showing up while I’m at work, you know?”

Hopper scratched at his cheek. “It’s not an emergency compared to all the reasons you wanted me to be able to find you, but if you ask those kids, this may as well be the end of the world again.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, well. Henderson is gonna get himself arrested if he keeps trying to steal the mail and find something addressed to you. Max keeps pushing El to try and find you. The only reason they haven’t gone completely crazy is because of the Buckleys telling them that you’re fine. She gave me your address and number, and she talked for a little bit about the kids.” 

Steve smiled at that. Mrs Buckley had never talked a ‘little bit’ about anything in her life. Either she was holding the line on being rude to anyone that might bother them, or Hop was pretending he hadn’t listened to a solid hour of rambling.  

“Still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Want to ask if I can -- shit, I don’t know. I can route mail back and forth so they never have your address or something. I’d rather give them your info so I don’t have to be involved, but I already know you won’t agree to that.”

Steve ignored the pause that Hopper left there. Conversation and good manners said he should concede to something so he wouldn’t inconvenience the man too much. The last month with Robin supporting his choice kept his mouth shut. She’d be pissed at him if he folded, and worse, she’d help him get through all the pain it caused if he did talk to the kids again. Then he’d feel guilty and sad. 

“Alright,” Hopper grumbled, “Didn’t think you would, but you know how those kids can be. Can’t fault me for trying.”

“So, we’re done? You sat here all this time just to talk for three minutes?”

“Almost.” 

“So….” At least Steve could enjoy the fact that neither of them were enjoying this.  Hopper winced a bit before he spoke. 

“I didn’t tell any of the kids I was coming up to see you. None of them knew, and none of them are gonna know. Didn’t even tell Joyce why, just that I was driving up to Indy. Already had a plan in case they tried to tail me up here. So, had a surprise this morning when I got to my truck. it might change your answer.”

“Didn’t know you were so dramatic about stuff.”

“Side effect of two hours with that surprise, I guess. Eddie Munson came up with me.”

Any of the kids would have hurt. 

Henderson might have made him cry. 

Eddie Munson? That didn’t make sense. 

They weren’t friends, never had been. The Upside Down meant they were connected, but they were never more than acquaintances, even when Steve was desperately trying to keep them all close. Sure, he’d taken over as the chauffeur for the kids, and everyone’s new best friend, but that didn’t explain why he’d bother to come up to talk to Steve. 

“What the hell? Why?”

“He asked.”

“And you said yes.”

“He said please.”

That was not the whole story. There was something getting skipped over, left out. Hopper tolerated Munson, but he wouldn’t do him a favor if there wasn’t some kind of monster involved. 

“Wait, you’ve been here for two hours.”

“Yep.”

“Did you just leave him in your truck this whole time? That front came through overnight. The high is thirty four today.”

“Yeah, I did,” Hopper said flatly. “He told me he wanted to come up so he could talk to you. Told me a little bit about why. And I said yes and I let him come, but I told him that I was gonna talk to you first. If you said no, he was gonna stay in that seat clear back to Hawkins, and keep his mouth shut about this whole thing.”

“How’d he know what you were doing?”

“No clue.”

“What does he want to talk about?”

“Not gonna say it for him.” Hopper shifted towards the edge of the booth. “So, want me to tell him to buckle back up, or tell him to get his ass in here?”

A quick consult with the imaginary Robin in his head left him just as confused, but curious as hell. He agreed, and fidgeted with a napkin, struggling to think of any reason why Eddie Munson would want to talk to him, or what the hell he said that the kids hadn’t that convinced Hopper to drive him up. 

Stuck in his head, Steve jumped when a mess of a man in denim and leather slid shivering into the seat opposite. The scars on his face and hands were less vivid than they were last time they saw each other, but they still worked as a thermometer. Steve's did the same.

“Why the hell were you sitting in the cold, man?”

Eddie blinked, and froze where he was rubbing his hands together trying to get feeling back. “Hopper took the keys.”

Steve’s turn to blink. This was the guy taking care of his kids. 

“Susan?” He called, gesturing for two when she lifted the coffee carafe in a question.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here or why you care or what the hell is happening, but I’m not gonna let you sit there shaking cause you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what gloves are.”

Steve watched packet after packet of sugar pour into Eddie’s, while he stirred a splash of half and half into his own cup. Eddie took a gulp, hissed at the heat, and clutched at the mug, eyes glued to the nicked surface of the table. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For rotting your teeth out? That’s your choice, Munson.”

“No,” Eddie insisted, voice hoarse, “I’m sorry about the kids.”

Steve took a breath, took a sip, took another breath. “Look, man, that’s not on you. You play D&D with them, and you like all their nerdy shit. I was -- They grew up. We got through everything, all of that, we won, and they grew up. It’s not your fault that they like you more than they liked me. So, thanks, I guess, but--”

“Steve. No. They didn’t. They -- those kids did not suddenly grow up and decide they didn’t like you anymore. You are their favorite person anywhere, ever, you will be for the rest of eternity, and they don’t understand why no one will tell them how to reach you. They put on a really good show about being mad about it, but, come on, you know what they’re like. They want to apologize cause they know they hurt you, and they want to fix it, and just, you gotta let them try, Steve. You gotta let them talk to you. They miss you so fucking much.”

“Look, I know how they get, and I know how dramatic they are, but it’s still not your fault--”

“It is. Steve. It is my fault. That’s - That’s why you have to talk to them. Cause they didn’t grow up and get over you or decide they didn’t care about you. Those kids are crazy about you, and they never stopped, and they’re hurt right now cause they don’t understand why you left them, and you gotta fix it with them, please.”

Something pinged weird in his ear when he heard the way Munson’s voice cracked. Not just worry, not just helping, not just caring about the kids. Guilt. He was taking the blame for it, even though that didn’t make any sense. The kids were - brats, gremlins, terrors, the most stubborn people he’d ever met, and he knew Nancy Wheeler. If they wanted to be around him, they would be around him. 

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, or anyone’s fault. It hurt like hell, and Steve wished it wasn’t true, but this was just life. Kids grew up, their interests moved. Friendships changed and ended. 

But that crack of guilt…

“How is it your fault and not theirs that they stopped wanting to ever see me?”

Eddie’s hands stopped shaking from the cold before he got the coffee. 

His hands were shaking again.

Trembled in the time between Steve asking, and Eddie managing to respond.  

“I, uh, I asked them to.”

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Don't be too mad at him yet. He has a lot more to say.

Part Five >>>

#You Left Me - You Miss Me #my writing #steddie eventually #focus on the eventually today