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demonslayedher · 3 months

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Things that went through my head while watching this episode:

--The episode in which Kamado Tanjiro tries and fails to be a supporting character

--And he tried really, really hard too! After all, Genya is his friend (according to one of the two parties involved), and now he understands his dream. I do kind of wish they had a moment when Genya could explain, "I want to be a Pillar because only Pillars can meet Pillars" so that Tanjiro can reply, "No you don't, you just have to be in trouble! Here, Nezuko and I will help you stage doing something bad!"

--Genya makes the best confused noises--as well as the best desperation noises. But the way his confusion is so abject that it slows down the whole pace of a tense episode so we can truly feel the way the gears in his brain (which pounds super fast with how powered he is by adrenaline) is great, and it's even better how many times that happens in the span of a few minutes.

--Still, the difference between Tanjiro and Genya, when it comes to capability in battle, is palpable. Genya is not incapable--not by a long shot!!--and has earned this rank in the Corp by doing a whole lot more than eating demons. He isn't afraid of hard work, and his isn't willing to give up, but he is not as adept at analyzing a fight and fight and adapting on the fly. He is a throw-everything-got-and-then-keep-throwing-anyway kind of fighter who wins based on his own gumption, but being so driven by that heightened emotion has its limits.

--And what's key to Genya's character is that he knows it. While Himejima has surely had a good influence on his temper, but Genya accomplished character growth in a matter of minutes which Inosuke took more time to begrudgingly sort of figure out. In this episode we see Genya go from "I'm going to be a Pillar (and I hate you)" to "I can't do it. I'm leaving it to you." Way to be a bigger person, Genya!

--I wish we knew how old Genya and Sanemi were in that flashback. In order for Sanemi to have had enough time to go through Wind Breath training, climb the ranks, and becoming a Pillar colleague to Kanae, this was at the very least six years ago. What was Genya doing all that time before he entered the Final Selection?

--Also, I love Genya's maturity so much in recognizing that if Sekido kills him there, he'll leave Sanemi with those hurtful last words exchanged between them, whereas Genya's gets to comfort himself by seeing Sanemi's kindness and smile as the last thing in his life flashing before his eyes. Only a kind person would find that unfair.

--Remember how this episode aired, like, on Mother's Day? Yeah. Yeah.

--This....... flashback, man. It was done good but that's why I'm sad.

--One some other notes: Tanjiro's swords still glows hot red, he pulls the mark back on with ease and the effect is noticeable, and in that chase scene with Hantengu, I love how we see his expression change and adapt as the situation changes. I also love how among all his ongoing analysis of Hantengu and his weak points and how to avoid being overtaken by the Ki-Do-Ai-Raku attacks and how to locate the true body and catch up to him, he has not bothered to analyze what's going on with Genya whatsoever. It's a non-issue.

--Little Nezuko wave after "don't kill my sister, btw," ily.

--Skimper-skampering little Hantengu is still something I find very, very funny.

#KnY Rewatch #my art #shinazugawa genya #shinazugawa sanemi

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princess-unipeg · 3 months

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The moment I saw this picture my heart dropped a little knowing it meant it was the finale episode. I mean the episode was literally titled The End and the synopsis said Scratch would make a big decision about his afterlife. I didn’t expect for this fun-loving upbeat show to have such a bittersweet ending. Especially right after the Christmas and New Years episodes and we all expected a few more adventures. But I guess that’s on the executives for making us believe that. At the very least we got a satisfying conclusion. I just wish it came later after the promised third season. Hopefully they’ll remedy that soon.

It was really brave and selfless of Molly to let go of Scratch like that. She’s been saying goodbye to friends her whole life up to her move to Brighton. Molly had to go through that again not even knowing if Scratch would even remember her. But she had to let him go knowing there was his best friend out there just waiting for him to see her and live out their childhood dream together. It wouldn’t be fair of Molly to just keep Adia hanging.

Scratch, who was actually Todd finally got the gumption to actually take action. From quitting his job to selling his house he had to move forward and fulfill his goals. But I don’t think he has truly forgotten his time as a wraith. I mean who else would call Molly “Mol” unless he overheard someone else give her that nickname. He could have just feigned ignorance and merely pretended to forget. If he did tell them he remembered anything at the time it would have been more difficult to leave and he kept Adia waiting too long to just stay there then. He finally got to see his friend again and they’ll get to have their adventures together. Who knows? Maybe in 2 years or so he’ll get to introduce her to everyone back in Brighton. Until then let’s cross our fingers and we might get to return to this show in some form.

#my post #my posts #the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #thoughts #my thoughts #tgamm spoilers

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funkyplantguy · 2 months

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howdy! i know that i tend to post exclusively about hermitcraft/the life series on here (so this post is going to be a bit out of the ordinary) but i just wanted to pop in with a more serious note re: shelby (shubble)

first and foremost and just to get it out of the way: to wilbur: fuck you i've never mentioned this before on here, but i have (had) been working for wilbur as one of his senior moderators for about a year and a half (yes, hello, hi, i am the one whose display name reads "plant (mumbo jumbo)" in all of those screenshots circulating twitter right now). the mod team as a whole stands firmly with shelby and has done everything we can to assist in deplatforming wilbur. as of now, we are all officially retired, and will no longer be lifting a finger to assist that man in any way. may he become his worst fear: irrelevant, forgotten, unknown.

to shelby: thank you.

it's been a truly beautiful and unifying experience to see people from all walks of life and all areas of the internet sphere to come forward in support of shelby, and we should be focusing on that as much as possible. what she did took a massive amount of bravery and gumption and i am so incredibly proud of her for using her voice in the way that she has and for bringing light to behavior that is disgustingly pervasive in this day and age. as a victim of domestic violence myself, she has helped myself and so many others feel so seen and so safe, and she deserves everything good in the world. i wish her all the best, and for her path to recovery be smooth and full of companions to hold her hands along the way.

to anyone who may have resonated with shelby's story, or with the stories of other victims who have come forward: you are not alone.

you are so loved and so cared for, beyond measure. you deserve to feel safe, you deserve to feel wanted, you deserve to feel warm and comfortable and happy. if you or anyone you know is experiencing domestic violence, please know that there's a way out. below are some resources that can help - reaching out is the first step, and you've got a wonderful, long life ahead of you to experience <3

https://www.thepixelproject.net/

https://nomore.org/

https://www.allianceforhope.com/

anyway. that's all. take care, get some sleep, get some food, get some water. spend time with friends. take a deep breath. you're going to be okay. i love you <3

#shelby #shubble #shubblesupportsquad #tw abuse #fuck wilbur soot #support victims

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skullsandwineglasses · 2 years

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FL Character Development in Xianxia

There’s a great reddit post that explains the “heroine’s journey” in xianxias where there is a departure, descent, and return.

Tbh, I never really had a problem with the naive and childish FL. In fact, I like defending FLs who aren’t traditionally strong or badass. But my issue with xianxias is how poorly written the FL’s maturation arc is.

When you think about it, the naive and childish FL at the beginning of xianxias has the most agency. Her agency comes from her naivete. She has a goal that she is determine to work towards, despite all obstacles and potential punishments. Usually this goal is irrevocably linked with the ML in some way: to either train under his tutelage, to obtain something from him, or to try to get past him in order to attain what she wants.

I’ll use Immortal Samsara as an example since that’s the xianxia I most recently finished (so some of this may not apply to Love Between Fairy and Devil, which I haven’t watched yet but appears to be earning high praise from everyone lately).

The FL in Immortal Samsara wants to find whoever is flipping the turtle and to bring justice against this turtle abuser. The turtle abuser just so happens to be the ML, a high-ranking god who was the one who named her when she cultivated into her human form. The ML takes an interest in her because of her aptitude in chess and sees a potential in her to help him solve a chess/war strategy puzzle that’s been eluding him for years. He takes her under his wing and indirectly teaches her different spells and skills by having her copy scriptures. Like all stoic and stone-cold gods of war, he doesn’t admit or openly reveal his growing fondness of her but is hella protective of her when she’s bullied or mistreated by others, even though he bullies her himself.

In the Journey of Flower, the FL wants to be the ML’s disciple, and the same goes for Love and Destiny. In Love and Redemption, the FL simply wants to be the ML’s friend. But the idea is that the FL has a non-romantic goal of finding happiness and fulfillment, whether it be improving her powers or through simply making friends, and this non-romantic goal is connected to the ML.

The xianxia FL isn’t afraid to strive for what she wants. She’s headstrong. She has gumption. Her innocence and passion and freedom to live life how she wants is something that the ML never had but wishes he did. She embodies everything he wants but can’t have. She is whom he could be if he was raised in a different environment without the responsibility of the Three Realms. And so, he wants to protect her. This symbol of what he dreams to be and have.

But eventually, the ML rubs off on her, and she begins to mature. She starts to develop complex feelings, and her goals shift. She now wants the ML, to be with him. She begins to take on a protector role. She wants to protect her friends and family, and the ML. She is no longer his manic pixie dream girl, but she is starting to have goals that conflict with his. And he has to come to terms with it. He tries to contain her, but fails.

But the FL’s agency can only climb so high before it hits the restrictions of reality. After a lifetime of being sheltered and getting what she wants, the FL’s world is shattered when she believes that she’s been betrayed by the ML.

Hua Qian Gu, the FL in Journey of Flower, describes the irony the best: The people who loved me, died while trying to protect me. While the one I love wants me dead.

The FL who uses her whole heart to love and care for people genuinely doesn’t get her feelings reciprocated. In Immortal Samsara, she believed that she was doing what was best for her sister, only to learn that her sister felt belittled by her decisions.

The FL learns that reality can be cruel. And she conducts a final act of agency: to choose how to die on her own terms. This is the infamous “turning point” of the xianxia plot where the FL jumps off from a terrace or a cliff or a bridge in hopes of ending her misery and to find relief and freedom.

The FL is often rewarded with relief and freedom after doing this. For instance, in Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms, Bai Qian immediately regains her immortality after jumping from the terrace and has an even higher rank because she successfully passed her love trial, despite the pain and trauma it caused her. Goodbye My Princess is a historical romance that has a xianxia structure, and Xiaofeng gains relief from her pain and trauma by having her painful memories with the ML erased.

But In Immortal Samsara, the FL continues to suffer for 900 years before she is able to reincarnate as a carefree demon spirit in the mortal realm.

The FL goes through a “descent” and “rebirth”. She has a new life and new identity. Often times, this involves a reincarnation into the mortal world where she has a different personality. It then raises the nature vs. nurture discussion: which version of the FL is her “true” self? In the heavenly realm, the FL had the agency to be whomever she wanted, while she often is raised in oppressive conditions in the mortal realm, leading to a more repressed and subdued personality.

In Immortal Samsara, the FL’s personality in the mortal world is almost unchanged from her immortal personality because she lands in the mortal as a full-fledged flower demon. She’s a blank slate with no mortal upbringing, and so the core essence of her personality is preserved.

The mortal realm is a place for second chances. The ML gets a chance to love the FL properly. The FL learns more about the world and meets more people. She widens her horizons. And when faced with a better understanding of the world, she has to ask herself whether the ML is still worth loving when there’s a huge world out there to explore.

During this descent and rebirth phase, the FL is faced with a choice: to choose a new and different life or to choose the ML again. It’s another test of agency. Another trial. She has to learn to love the ML while still preserving herself.

But this is when the maturation arc tends to falter. The FL’s growth is interrupted by a rude awakening from her past where her memories come flooding back.

The mixing of past and present changes her permanently, and she’s thrust into a new state of being. She’s neither the naive and innocent girl from the beginning nor the weary, ignorant mortal from the second arc. Instead, she’s a completely different character now. Calm, collected, jaded, and lacking some of the fiery passion at the beginning.

I always had a problem with this sudden, overnight transformation. It always feels like the FL’s essence is lost. I think Goodbye My Princess did a great job of showing the FL’s tormented reaction at regaining her memories. She’s conflicted because she hates the ML but also loves him, and so she ends up hating herself because she doesn’t know how to face reality.

But in xianxias, the FL’s growth tend to stagnate after this revelation. It’s as if the authors think that this is the final state for the FL. She’s done developing once she regains her memories. Time to shift focus to the ML as a noble, tragic, suffering hero who tries to repent for what he does (not in Goodbye my Princess though, but that’s not a xianxia).

Part 1 of Immortal Samsara had been about the FL’s love for the ML and her subsequent suffering and redemption. But Part 2 shifts focus away from her, and it becomes the ML’s story. He’s now the one whom we’re supposed to pity, and it almost makes you forget that the FL walked the Forgetting River for 900 years for him. While I don’t blame the ML, I do think that the misunderstanding could have been handled better and avoided. He just blinded trusted a report saying that she had passed over to the mortal realm, without actually going down there to verify himself. And then he fell into a coma because he lost the will to keep going without her.

Likewise, I didn’t like how the FL in Love and Destiny suddenly had a holier than thou attitude when she returned to the heavenly realm. In Love and Redemption, the FL had poor judgment that made her doubt the ML despite all that they’ve been through together, which was such a contradiction to how she unconditionally trusted and protected him before her maturation.

Xianxias really make you grapple with 2 questions: what does good character growth mean, and how can a character still be consistent after having gone through growth?

It makes me think about the Louis Cha’s legendary wuxia stories, The Legend of the Condor Heroes and the Return of the Condor Heroes where we follow characters through decades of growth, but they still feel like the same characters. American TV shows can sometimes span a decade, and the writer have to make sure to keep their characters consistent.

Overall, I love xianxia, I love the angst, and I enjoy the switch to the ML’s story (especially when it involves Cheng Yi). But I always have an issue with how it’s integrated with the FL’s story and how the last phase of her heroine’s journey is often developed sloppily and lazily.

I started writing this post while watching Part 2 of Immortal Samsara, and now that I’ve finished it, it just further supports my critique that the FL is sidelined in favour of the ML at the end. The FL in Immortal Samsara is reduced to being nothing but a love interest for the ML, and she has no goals of her own except to help the ML save the world.

In xianxias, the FL’s third phase of her heroine’s journey often ends with a separation from the ML before an eventual reunion. This separation is meaningless to her growth, because the story tends to jump ahead hundreds to thousands of years into the future straight to the reunion. So we don’t see her mature as an independent person during this time, but we only see her waiting.

In Ashes of Love, the ML is the one who waits, and so this is even worse because we don’t see the FL at all until she reappears at the end.

Character growth and maturation is important, but you should still be able to draw a line between the character in the first episode and the last episode. Is there a connection? Think Anakin Skywalker and Vader. Or MingLan across 80 episodes.

Say what you will about xianxias and how illogical they are, but it’s such a niche genre that it’s fun to compare and contrast the different storylines and character from the growing (but still small) list of dramas in it.

I think my next post should be about comparing the different villains in xianxias.

#immortal samsara #xianxia #cdrama #love and redemption #ten miles of peach blossoms #eternal love #ashes of love #love and destiny #journey of flower #goodbye my princess

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nopeferatu · 6 months

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been thinking about this post lately and i wish i had the gumption to write a fic where jack calls his mama to tell her the news that he's getting married after knocking lureen up. i don't know if he'd tell her he got her pregnant, but i like thinking about how she'd react to the news. i don't think jack had ever mentioned lureen to his mama before, so when he says he's getting married it probably comes as a real shock to her, and she probably figures that something fishy is afoot. her concerns are also probably confirmed when she gets word of little bobby's arrival less than nine months after the wedding...

i think she'd be okay with it, though. sure, she wouldn't be happy that he got her pregnant before they were married, but she's probably glad to see some uhh. direction in jack's life. i feel like she's also always had her suspicions about her son's sexuality, and so it comes as a reassurance to her that he's finally interested in the things he 'should' be interested in, like having a wife and raising up a family.

but then he visits home after seeing Ennis in the fall of 1967, and he spares very few words for his family in between all the ramblimg about Ennis, and it's at that moment she knows without a doubt that her baby boy is different, because it's the first time she's seen him so vibrant and alive since...well, since the summer he'd met Ennis. And it hurts her, but she realizes then that it's something she has to come to terms with, cause it seems like Ennis del Mar is going to be sticking around for awhile yet...

#we need more jacks mama in fics #jacks mama reckoning with her son's sexuality and all the conflicted feelings it would produce in her #like you know she wants him to be invested im his family but then you can imagine that she actively saw jack's misery grow over the years #that by the end im sure shed just do anything to see him happy again #and i think thats why she shows such a quiet kindness to ennis at the end of the story. theres a look of understanding that #passes between them both #they both love jack and they both miss him dearly and theyre both miserable without him #still brokeback posting #brokeback mountain

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originalwinnercheesecake · 1 year

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CBS Ghost’s: Why do they all have to be paired into couples now.

Hello Again. So on whole I really like cbs ghosts, but I have noticed with a lot of the episodes in season 2 my opinion of most epsidoes has been that they are a mixed bag. If the A plot is good the B blot won’t be, if the B plot is good then the A plot will just be awful. C plots are never more than maybe’s. I have been going over what parts of episodes I like and what parts dislike and one of the parts I have decided I really don’t like is the sudden push to pair all of the ghosts up into couples.

The house residents are all a found family, that been true since the beginning. But in season one their kinship is kinda “island of misfits”. When you look into the ghost’s pasts you see that none of them really had that great of family’s to began with. Hetty, Pete, and Alberta all had unhappy relationships where their significant others cheated, and in Hetty and Alberta’s cases were also total crooks. Trevor and Thor were abandoned by their closest friends. Issac, in addition to being in a marriage he could never fully be happy in, he’s also implied to have been the butt-monkey of his social group so to speak. Flower was stuck in multiple cults/communes that drugged her and wouldn’t let her speak to outsiders. But now in death they all have each other, and even if they are often arguing, even if the property border forces them all to stay together, even though they were all trapped in a pergatiory they all wished to someday leave.. at least they all had each other for comrades/shipmates/bro’s. And maybe when you think about it that was more than they had when they were alive....

All that was fine and well. But why in season 2 do they keep trying to pair and push everybody into couples? Why is that suddenly so needed, and such a big focus? What makes this worse is that while the rivalries (which no longer getting the attention they deserve) were funny, and the friendships (also not getting enough spotlight anymore) where cute/sweet, A lot of these romances are really bland, boring, and seem slapped to together just because these two weren’t in a couple already.

I mean let’s go over the couples

Sam&Jay: Our resident livings. Honestly these two are adorable together, and might eventually join my top 5 favorite sit-come couples list (The list is currently Moritcia&Gomez, Chandler&Monica, Red&Kitty, Hall&Lois...). What I love most abut these two is that they are both such quarkie individuals but because of their different quarks they are able to take turns being the sane one and, not necissarly grounding each other, but giving advice to the other on how to navigate what weird things happen. In just writing this I realize they are kinda like a sit-come, modern day, version of Fry&Leela who are in my opinion one of the best cartoon couples. But this is supposed to be about Sam&Jay. I like Sam&Jay. They’re crazy but they work

Pete&Alberta: This is the other couple I really like, and I am sad that their development was largely pushed to the side/just plane stopped in season 2. The show writers said they wanted them to be a slow burn, because they were not sure if Pete was really Alberta’s type. But then looking at Pete and Alberta’s past (Pete’s cheating wife, Alberta’s two-timing bootleg boyfriend, and the mob guy she also dated) the pair both had picked the wrong type of people when alive. Pete see’s Alberta for the amazing and deserving person she is. Alberta encourages Pete to take some risks and act with some gumption, while also being one of the only ghosts to respect Pete for being such a nice guy. Can the show back off or take a break with some of the lamer couples below to focus on these two.

Issac&Nigel: The Gay couple. I already know I am going to get crap for saying I am not crazy about them this season. Please hear me out before you flame. I liked them in season 1. Their awkwardness together was cute. I liked that Nigel never tried to push Issac, and I was really happy When Issac admitted to both Nigel and the other ghost (who already knew of course) that he liked Nigel. If you find my ranking list I put Nigel kinda low, but that was because we didn’t see him enough to really get to know him. That was one of the things I was excited for in season 2. Halfway through the season its been a disappointment. Nigel seems to have no personality. Because of this he and Issac cannot develop any fun banter or an interesting raptor;personality wise they are just to unbalanced. In addition there is no real build to their relationship. Like according to the Christmas episode it took 10 episodes for Issac to be comfortable kissing Nigel, but before that their was not mention of Issac having any hesitation in that part. In episode 2x01we learn Nigel like watching ants (do nothing). Okay so is Nigel into Anthropology? Cool that’s something to his character. Can I see more of him getting excited to show Issac different bugs? Issac likes musical theater right? So have him pester Sam to put on a video of a play (something that’s not Hamilton) for him to show Nigel on a date. How are things between the pair and Jenkins? I do not want them to break up, but please show do better by them.

Thor&Flower: I have seen a lot of posts by people saying that they aren’t crazy about this pair. I agree, I don’t ship them. I didn’t like Flower much in season 1, she seemed like she was just a generic Hippy. Her and Thor possibly becoming a couple once she got comfortable with monogamy (weird didn’t Thor also talk a bunch about viking origi’s in season1 ) seemed like grasping at straws for something to do with both characters in season 2. I did not think Thor needed a love interest then: He had great friendships with Sam, Sass, Hetty, and now in season 2 we are getting more of his friendship with Issac and him trying to be a father to Bjorn. Flower’‘s development in season 2 has been awesome as well. We have seen more of Protester Flower, learned more about what the cult’s cost her, her relationships with her brothers (writers have apparently already been looking into older actors to play one of Flowers brothers should he decide to visit the B&B). We have gotten more on her friendship with Alberta, and her helping Hetty learn to embrace feelings of pleasure (best story arch of the season)... Thor and Flower is a forced ship that neither character needs to be interesting. Just drop it.

Hetty&Trevor: I did not see that coming. I really didn’t. I saw a post that tweeted Hetty maybe having a romance this season. I figured maybe it would be with one of Nigel’s two friends (We don’t know Baxter’s sexuality and Jenkins could be bi). I was literally like Pete likes Alberta, Issac is gay, Thor would be to weird since he was basically her nanny as a child, I cannot imagine her or Sass being the slightest bit interested in each other, and of course she cannot stand Trevor... Yet here we are. I am just fine with these two hooking up, but that is it. If they became a couple, then knowing this show, they would start getting along. I like them being frenemies, They are funny frenemies.

Sass&car-ghost girl: Sass was the last one left. His one sided crush on Chiki went no where and could never be, and now they have brought This new car-ghost girl in and made it jump-out-and-hit-you-in-the-face clear that Sass is smitten with her at first sight... Sass is my second favorite ghost (Alberta is my favorite) and I think he is the funniest one. But the way the actor play’s Sass: mostly apathetic, with a dry wit humor.. yeah that doesn’t translate well when he tries to be caring or romantic. Sass is a good story teller, and a fun Bro, but he is not really a romantic guy, and I am honestly wishing the writers had gone the fan theory route of making him Ace.

Judy Farnsby & Bjorn: I actually really like the idea of these two being together. Give me more of Judy showing up behind her son and his wife and calling them both terrible disappointment’s, only now have Bjorn show up with her and talking as if he is Farnsby’s stepfather.

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vacantgodling · 4 months

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agape 3 & eros 1 for lavendula!!

thank you so much! ask game here if you would like to ask <3

EROS 1) Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionery? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

lavendula has a very... complicated relationship to romance. romance for much of her life has been a commodity; to be bought and sold to the highest bidder to secure financial security for herself. she was also married Super Young (she was wed at 17 and her husband helianthus was 30 so hashtag Yike) and the only "romance" she ever truly experienced was the summer where she had a fling with her butler terian, had a kid by him and then.... kinda fucked herself. (she was also still young cuz she was 19 and he was like 17 like y'all we were just having a time--) so long story short, lavendula isn't really sure what type of romance she Personally truly enjoys because it's always been about the power or the escape, never about the joy.

learning to enjoy romance is definitely part of her narrative though and she finds it in the lovely erecia and i think for her so much of it blossoms from not being put on a pedestal and quality time. so i think at the end of the day gifts, dates, none of that particularly matters so much to her as just being able to be with someone she cares about.

in terms of actual courtship traditions in galere i actually don't know because so much of it is pessimistic power shit LOL. i need to think on this more and i'll get back to ya LMAO <3

AGAPE 3) To what extent does your OC believe in the value (or even existence) of true altruism? Do they see an unselfish concern for the welfare of others as being naïve or foolish? Or as a moral quality to which people should aspire?

i think truly the only person that lavendula believed capable of such a thing (close to) true altruism was her younger brother aloe, however she does see his concern as being naive, especially given the position that they're in and her mother's teachings and her own subtly pessimistic nature. it can be admirable to her in certain aspects, and she wishes that she had the gumption to act on her own moral compass and desires like him but she feels extremely trapped in her own bubble, but at the same time, she feels like its easier to become disappointed and taken advantage of, and she's wary of wearing her heart on her sleeve. so i think she craves the freedom that doing good and having morals would bring her but she's too paralyzed by indecision to do that.

#s: monochrome

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docockbrainrot · 2 years

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ghost of you

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Description: Steve visits Billy's grave for a quiet moment of introspection, hindsight, a bit of regret and an even smaller bit of a fond memory.

CW: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Coping With Death, Grieving Process

Word Count: 2.6k

Song Rec: Ghost (cover) by Josiah and the Bonnevilles + Everything's An Illusion by Mayday Parade

A/N: This is pretty sad y'all I'm sorry in advance but I'm still coping too dammit. There is a bit of a sweet behind the bitter though I promise.

AO3 Link: Here

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There's something that seems perpetually wrong about Billy's death. A morbid, cruel happenstance of fate wrapped in the gentle embrace of the early Midwestern summer. Cicadas drone and sing and the town is filled with flowers and beauty and life. Even now, weeks later, as the season breaks and begins to give way to fall. This isn't right. The sun still shines and the grass is still green, verdant and freshly shorn around the headstone. The universe didn't stop to grieve for Billy Hargrove while Steve feels like his life has been a VHS tape that's been warped beyond repair. Ending unseen, trapped behind the garbled static. Unable to move past that one point where the recording was absolutely fucked indefinitely, the VCR choking on its busted mouthful. His world coming to a grinding halt like screeching tires on asphalt.

He kneels in front of the grave for what must be the hundredth time, silently arranging the small bouquet of flowers underneath the chiseled epitaph. He leans back on his haunches, studying the letters like he hadn't memorized them months ago. A finger reaches out to trace the carving of dates, letter by letter, number by number. His throat feels tight. So young, is usually the first thought that swells emotion within him when he gives himself too much time to think about it. How easy it was to forget most of the time with how Billy acted. How he was really just the same age as Steve.

Or maybe it made the most sense of all.

Billy was barely more than a child. A high school student. And he certainly knew how to throw tantrums like a spoiled brat. Steve purses his lips and settles into the grass with his legs crossed, fingers drumming an irregular beat on his knees, a compulsive tapping of nerves. No, that isn't right. Billy wasn't spoiled by any means. Maybe he was a bit of a brat. But Steve knows the truth now. The glimpse beyond the curtain that veiled Billy's life from view, visible only in his death.

Steve wishes he had known sooner. Maybe he could have helped. Maybe he wouldn't have been such an antagonizing piece of shit. Maybe in another timeline they could have been friends. Maybe they could have been more than that.

He squashes the thoughts just quickly as they surface, just as the tears threaten to sting his vision and make his stomach knot. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Steve whispers into the ether, sniffling, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes as he glares at the headstone. He doesn't always talk to him. After all, he isn't so naive enough to believe Billy might be listening. So mostly he sits. A contemplative reverie of hindsight and things that can't be changed. Sometimes he brings nothing but his gratitude on days when he's struck with the very tangible realization that he, and the (Steve's) kids, and his family and friends and town and possibly the world would have all gone down in flames if Billy hadn't sacrificed himself. The gratitude feels a lot like survivor's guilt today.

Some days he can't shake the grief.

There was an instance (and God help him it feels like another lifetime, like it happened to someone else, like peering into the window of a house that didn't belong to him). It plays like a recording seared into the backs of his eyelids.

The Hargrove boy was flat drunk, barely able to keep himself on his feet but still with enough gumption about him to heckle anyone who tried to have something to say about it and enough moxie to grab the ass of every unsuspecting broad that didn't have the foresight to keep a healthy perimeter distance from him.

It was at a party. Probably. Steve can barely recall the minute details now and it's reminiscent of when the fog rolls in, low and heavy, usually on chilled winter mornings, and he would iron grip the steering wheel of his beloved German made sedan while crawling through the backwoods roads, headlights swallowed up in the mist.

Billy had dropped his car keys four times in succession. Steve watched on like it was a particularly interesting trainwreck, arms crossed, shaking his head. Unable to look away, but Jesus Christ, what a disaster. It was when Billy finally managed to stagger over to the Camaro, attempting (perhaps futilely) to fit the key into the door lock that Steve rolled his eyes and made the executive decision to intervene. Since no one else was going to. Why did he always have to be the voice of reason?

"You can't seriously drive home like this, dude." His hand caught Billy's wrist and he almost choked on his bout of heroic courage when their eyes met. Smoldering, roiling oceans of blue, so dark in the cover of night that Steve suddenly understood how it felt to be lost at sea with no land in sight. He recoiled from his drunken adversary as quickly and abruptly as if he had been burned on contact and immediately raised both hands defensively in the universal display of 'I surrender, I am not here to fight'.

"What's it to you?" Billy's words all but slurred together and he swayed a bit where he stood, finally giving up at some point and leaning against his vehicle for physical support. "Since when do you fuckin' care what I do, Harrington?" He spat the name like a curse, a sneer on his lips, though it lacked the true vehemence their encounters typically induced.

Steve wonders now if he has looked a little harder then, would he have been able to see the cracks? Maybe if he had known what to look for. Would he have seen Billy spilling out from the chips in himself? In retrospect it's so easy to catch. Every moment where Billy almost slipped, almost… every almost. Every it should have been different.

"I don't care what you do, man, you just- you can't drive like this. You're gonna hurt someone," Steve rationalized it easily. Of course. Billy shouldn't drive drunk because… of other people. That was the only logical explanation for the nerves that made Steve's belly knot. "I can… I can drive you home."

"Ha. No," Billy barely waited for Steve to get his sentence out before shutting it down. His keys are still gripped in his shaking fingers with a force that made Steve wonder if he should be worried about getting shanked with them.

Posthumously, some of the dirty details had come out. Not all. But some. Steve knows enough to believe that Billy's father was the reason he didn't want to be driven home that night. Steve wonders what the consequences could have been.

"Well– God, come on. You could–" Steve struggled for longer than he would have liked all while Billy just stood there. Unreadable. "I can take you… back to my place. You can crash on the couch. And I'll drive you back to get your car in the morning." More challenging than asking any girl out, harder than any fucking thing he had ever done, harder than fighting demons from Hell itself and all just to get told to go fuck himself– he's deflating before Billy even responds–

"Fine. Whatever," resignation but consenting was the flat, muttered answer, "pick up your fucking jaw, Harrington." Steve didn't realize his mouth had fallen open in the shock of the turning tides of the situation and he just stared for a moment as Billy shoved his keys haphazardly into the pocket of his beer-soaked jeans, not waiting up for his newfound chauffeur before shuffling off to Steve's car. It was unlocked. He let himself into the passenger seat and slammed the door so hard it made Steve physically cringe.

The drive was… largely uneventful. The cab of the BMW smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and Billy's cologne. Steve's hands were damp with sweat the entire way and anxiety threatened to chew a hole through his guts. Billy looked like he was asleep, arms folded over his stained beater tank and his head resting against the window, eyes closed… Peaceful. They had pulled up to a stop sign and Steve took maybe a moment too long of glancing at Billy's resting form.

"Like what you see, Harrington?" Billy's eyes were open suddenly, boring into him with an undecipherable expression. And just like that, Steve hit the gas pedal a bit too jarringly, not even justifying the jab with a rebuttal of any kind. It was a good thing it was dark. His face was searing with humiliation and he was staunchly silent for the remainder of the trip.

Billy was drunk, Steve still tries to tell himself. To this day, that's the excuse he uses. Billy was so fucking drunk. He didn't know what he was saying. And saying it like that… It felt like an invitation. With that look on his face. How many times since then has he played out a scene in his head of the way that night could have gone if he had just fucking said something. Anything. 'As a matter of fact, I do like what I see. Is that a problem, Hargrove?' But he didn't. That's not how the story goes. And it wouldn't have changed the ending.

In fact Steve didn't say much at all for the rest of the night. He didn't help Billy out of the car and just let him all but stumble into the house. He ignored the mocking remarks Billy made about his cushy digs, just very sternly told him "Don't break anything, don't steal anything," as he shoved a pillow and blanket to Billy's chest and pointed him towards the couch in the living room. Just as he thought his nerves couldn't be frazzled any further in one single encounter, as Steve went to turn away and head upstairs, it was Billy's turn to grab his wrist. Steve looked back, brow furrowed, a quizzical expression on his face–

"Good night, Steve."

And the manacle-like grip was released and Billy was shuffling towards the couch, leaving Steve dumbfounded and speechless.

Steve remembers not saying it back. He remembers playing Billy's voice saying his name (his first name) on repeat in his mind. He remembers going up and taking the coldest shower of his life for way too long before crawling into bed and not falling into any sort of really restful slumber. He remembers fighting the urge to go downstairs nearly the entire night. He must have fallen asleep sometime in the early hours of the wee morning because when he finally went to check on Billy, he was gone and Steve wasn't awake to hear the front door open and shut. He remembers the mixed swirls of emotions that flooded through him as he stood barefoot in his living room, staring down at the sofa with the pillow and blanket perfectly folded on the armrest.

Steve never asked if Billy actually stayed all night and left early or… if he snuck out the moment Steve went to bed. Maybe while he was in the shower. He'll never know– they absolutely never spoke of it again. Like ships in the night, the opportunity was gone. Now, well… Now he suspects that Billy did steal something that night. Something that was buried with him when he was lowered into the earth, like a priceless artifact to be taken into the afterlife.

"Why were you always making things so difficult?" He sighs, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Idle fingers of one hand reach down and tug on some of the lush, perfectly manicured grass. Steve's gaze wanders down the rectangular stone until they meet with the earth. His belly starts to turn again with the unpleasant reminder that Billy's body is buried just six measly feet beneath him. Closed casket funeral. He was a fucking mess after all. Morticians aren't miracle workers. Suppose by now though not much is left. Steve swallows down the bile that rises in his throat and he blinks rapidly to dispel another fresh flood of burning tears. Just rot and bones and worms and dust and… death. That's all that's left of him.

It's not fair. Steve presses his hand against the warm, springy grass, feeling the healthily moist soil on his palm. He curls his fingers into the dirt and imagines digging his way down to him, inch by filthy, tepid inch, unearthing him nail by fucking nail from the coffin until he could be buried down there too. It wasn't even a particularly nice service, really. It was fine, sure, as far as a hick town funeral goes for an outsider. Small. Max cried almost as much as Steve had.

"You deserved better, California boy." A dry, hollow chuckle.

Movie star looks and a shotgun attitude only get you so far in Hawkins, Indiana though. Steve sniffles and scrunches his nose a bit as he squints up at the sky, into the sun that's starting to make its descent towards the horizon. He stretches out his legs just enough to grant himself access to his jeans pocket, from which he pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Flipping it open, he sticks one between his lips and lights it with the zippo lighter Max had given him from Billy's room when they were cleaning it out. Neil didn't want to keep anything. Steve wishes he had taken more. He takes another cigarette out and doesn't spark it, just sets it on the ground carefully next to the bouquet of flowers he brought.

Steve smokes in complete quiet. The vapor trail twists and curls through the air and he imagines it a bit to be like the phantom that follows him everywhere he goes. Billy's presence, his memory, his everything. Lingers like the obnoxiously cheap cologne he used to wear. Steve could smell it from down the hall at school. At the time it made him scoff and grimace at the stench, but now the nostalgic craving drives a homing missile of aching through his chest cavity, seizing his heart with a piercing grip. He thinks of their short car ride together to Steve's house after that stupid fucking party. He takes another long, slow drag, embers flaring. His fingers are trembling. They didn't used to do that.

Grinding the stump of the cigarette butt into the soil and then shoving it back into the packet so as not to litter in a cemetery of all places, Steve finally gets to his feet, wobbly at first from sitting for so long. His lips are dry and cracked and he wets them a bit with his tongue before leaning over and resting a firm hand on the top of the headstone. Sunbaked and almost hot to the touch. His thumb strokes over the shiny granite for the barest hint of a moment. "See you later, Hargrove," he murmurs before withdrawing, hands slipping into the pockets of his Levi's.

As he turns away to make the trek back to the Bimmer parked at the base of the hill, the wind picks up, ruffling through his hair with the promise of cooler weather in the coming weeks. Goosebumps prickle the back of his neck and arms, raising the fine hairs there. Inexplicable. Spectral. Like breath against his nape, ghosting lips on his skin. Steve doesn't look back.

The breeze stirs the crimson petals of the floral arrangement left at the hilltop grave akin to a familiar voice whispering his name in the middle of a dark, moonless night. The cathartic visage of a beacon, guiding the way back to where Steve's heart was laid to rest, like a porch light at dusk, calling him home.

A perfect dozen vibrant red roses rustle gently in the temperate afternoon air. And the world goes on.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fanfiction #my fics #billy hargrove x steve harrington #stranger things fics

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swampythesweetsketch · 1 year

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...may I request the infodump

YES. INFODUMP AHOY

under line for Seabound and Crystalized spoilers

In the finale of Seabound, Jay is on the cusp of death with water in his lungs drowning him on in the inside. And Nya makes the decision to become one with her element in order to save Jay and Ninjago.

But in the AU [Altbound], Jay is lucid enough to watch as his home is being slowly swallowed by water, Nya is powerless to stop it, his friends are trapped... and he's dying. Jay knows that something has to happen, or everything on land is going to die. And as he's already dying...

The group are locked in one of the highest floors of Ninjago City, but even a mere hour had it consumed by Wojira's waves. Jay fought to survive, like every mission, every adventure. But this time is different. The Villain isn't going to gloat and give them time to collect themselves. They're going to keep going until any dry land is gone.

He sees his family laying down, in what is probably their last rest before water fills their lungs like Jay's are.

He sees Nya.

He's done everything for her. He wants to do everything for her.

Jay pushes despite the water weighing him down, he gets up as everyone was sleeping. Even Nya, she tried to stay awake.

When he got to the top of the tower, he felt a long forgotten rage bubbling back to the surface. The Fake King reveals himself on the Ocean Beast and...

Storms brew. Lightning strikes.

And Jay is Jay. He is Lightning.

Kalmaar is dead, so is Wojira.

And so is-

A year passes.

The Ninja have disbanded from the death of one Mr. Jay Walker.

Nya has been busying herself with the auto shop to avoid her brothers since her Yin's passing. She doesn't have the gumption to so Ninja work, or any work considering the outside world. Her little garage is all she wants.

But in the middle of nowhere, a similar storm like the one a year ago. Around a lighthouse forgotten by a wishful time.

A nice android and his cleaning companion have had a new visitor the past few months and they seem very interested in the place.

They say they were Jay.

They are Lightning.

The full fledged form.

#ninjago #au #altbound au

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cbk1000 · 1 year

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This is the start of some porn I challenged myself to write; a challenge because the terms are that it has to be pwp, and it has to be 10,000 words or less. I’m probably gonna’ fail. lmao

On a pleasant day, when the heath is the colour of spring, and the trees in the sun are home to no worse murderer than a squirrel, an empty wood is a kind of haven. Where humanity ends is where it can be found. Men can go out of their dwelling and into the roe deer’s, and find, if he is a sort of poet or philosopher or even just a rather unpleasant cock, what worth there is in leaving society; at least for the society. Whilst the human city is striving for death on a planet hurtling in time, the wood is in its old, slow eon of uncreation and recreation. There are young foxes, and no old deer, where the bear are free to lumber; but the trees in or under which they shelter saw when men were born. So there is a sort of picnicking spirit, in a wood, on a pleasant day, when there is nothing but time, and pie.

This was not a pleasant day. It had got off on a decent enough foot (though not a brilliant one) by mizzling, instead of raining: not an event to put off any determined hunter, with the requisite amount of gumption, Arthur had said, and thrown some gloves at him.

Merlin did not want any gumption. He wanted his bed. This was not a nice wood, full of cute victims for which he could advocate: but that sort of hinterland in which men are captured and cannibalised. It was not enough to say that rain was bucketing down: it was assaulting him. Some rains are used in nice little sonnets, for kissing maidens or flowers; but this one would have had to be in a limerick. It was slapping him for its own nasty pleasure, the way a specialist slaps his lover.

“I can’t feel my toes,” he told Arthur.

“Stop complaining. What do you need your toes for?” Arthur snapped. He was bulling on ahead, with his head lowered, almost invisible in the grey, a suggestion of a man in the wood, rather than a literal man in the wood. Merlin wished the wood would suggest something else.

“If we die--”

“We’re not going to die, you coward.”

“Right, but if we do, I don’t like saying ‘I told you so’--”

“You love saying ‘I told you so.’”

“--but I did say, ‘Arthur, it’s going to storm, I can smell it--’”

“You can’t smell it--”

“‘I can smell it, and it’s going to be a nasty one, and if you insist on going out to shoot tiny, innocent little baby deer in it, I can’t say what will happen to us.’ Especially in a wood with obvious murderers in it. Do you know, there are these little old women who live in huts, and they--”

“Merlin,” Arthur interrupted, in a very pleasant tone of voice. “There’s only one murderer in this wood, and it’s going to be me.”

So they had to go on without speaking, through the new marsh in the old wood, getting lunged at by trees created in nothing; they were going into that blank, black eon of night which is like the sea where it is keeping the bones of misfortunate sailors.

Arthur had fallen back now, and had not taken his arm, which would have been prudent or solicitous; but he was hovering beside it, so near to touching it that he was like a kind of thoughtful man, instead of a deplorable arse. Merlin saw that he had his hand on his sword. “What? What is it? Did you hear something? Is it big?”

“If you’d stop gibbering for a minute, I might know,” Arthur replied, and grabbed him by the neck of his tunic, to hustle him along.

“What? What was it?”

“I’m not sure, and I don’t really want to find out.”

“I’m going to be eaten,” Merlin moaned. “I’m going to be eaten, and my bones scattered everywhere, and the last face I’m going to see is yours, because I’ve never had anything nice since saving you from that singer.”

“You could only hope to be so lucky,” Arthur said. And then: “And you didn’t save me, I was already moving out of the way.”

“Right.”

Arthur jerked at his collar. Merlin considered whether it would or wouldn’t be reasonable to bite a man who had given him his cloak, but in every other quantifiable way was a twat. He had not yet decided whether Arthur was to be bitten or not, when the hand on his collar yanked at him again, this time in excitement, rather than savageness. “Look,” Arthur said, and slapped him on the shoulder. “There’s a cave.”

Merlin squinted off into the rain. “I see rain.”

#writing #fic #preview #merthur

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lizajane2 · 1 year

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Outer banks 1x04

I don't blame John B for not wanting to go into foster care.

"You're taking me away from him. Do you understand that?" I feel like Chase Stokes is an extremely underrated actor. The emotion he put into that line is perfect and it's not talked about enough.

"Yeet" never in my life have I talked to a person who uses that word in day-to-day conversation.

Listening to Topper complain about how his mom is so controlling but the truth of it is, she's tired of his goddamn bullshit and can't wait to get rid of him when he's finally off to college. On one hand can't blame her, on the other if she hadn't raised such an entitled little shit then he wouldn't be an asshole.

I have the biggest crush on JJ... (finally someone my age but we have daddy issues in common. Don't know which is worse Joel Miller who is in his fifties and has no problem calling out my daddy issues or JJ)

"Mad dogged me." I feel like that has a double meaning or maybe I'm just dirty-minded as fuck.

John B and Sarah are fucking cute...

Rafe really just makes me wanna run for the hills. Man is a walking, talking red flag that just reeks of toxicity. And honestly scares me. I've seen people compare him and JJ, uh in what world? JJ is fucking impulsive, but the difference is that JJ has people who actually give a fuck about him.

"Yeah, don't worry I'll sugar mama you." That was cute.

It's the fact that Vlad and Valerie are matching for me.

"If I never get out of the bubble wrap now, I never will." Relatable as fuck.

"Oh shit, i forgot it." LMFAO!! JJ, you had one job darlin.

"Take one more step, I'll rip that prepubescent face off." He has me on my knees... begging, pleading for what I don't know, but I know I want it.

You know Topper and Rafe have the fucking nerve, the gumption, the gall to feel like victims.

JJ really got some good punches in on Kelce and then I realize the reason he can take those repeated punches from Rafe is because of Luke who apparently hits harder. And it's just heartbreaking.

It's really stupid that Topper pressed charges when he's attempted murder twice. Like we're just gonna look over that shit?

"You're totally ADD." I love how John B tries to deny it at first!

"JJ and Rafe are similiar." Yeah, with daddy issues. But Rafe would never take the fall for something he didn't do to keep his friend from being arrested and kissing a scholarship goodbye.

"Or your boyfriend with his frosted tips." The 90s & 2000s reference.

I kinda wish Sarah had broken up with Topper before kissing John B. Topper is a douchebag but no one deserves to be cheated on. EVER.

#outer banks #outer banks season 1 #john b routledge #sarah cameron #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #rafe cameron #topper thornton

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A Deal's a Deal - E. M.

A/N: I know that this is a very different type of post for me, but I have been obsessed with Eddie since I started season 4, and he was taken over my life more than Steve did in season 1.

You were the sole owner of Greenscapes Greenhouse in Hawkins. You bought the building when you graduated from Hawkins High three years ago, and have been running it ever since. You lived in a trailer behind the greenhouse, which kept your expenses low. While your family wished you would go to community college or a bigger school out of Hawkins, it wasn’t what was calling you. On a whim, you saw the old glass shelter for sale, and contacted the former owner. They sold it to you for dirt cheap, saying that they doubt anyone would ever visit it. That wasn’t the case.

You spent a year fixing it up, getting and growing the right plants, and soon you supplied flowers, plants, and some produce to local farmers, soccer moms, and leaders. You made a name for yourself and were thriving. What you weren’t expecting was a certain Hawkins trouble maker to walk through your door and strike up a conversation and future deal with you.

“You want to grow what here?!”

“You heard me right,” Eddie paused. “I want to grow my weed here.”

“You have to be joking.”

“Y/N, please please please?” He begged.

“Eddie, why me?” You pleaded.

“Because you have the only sustainable shelter for it, and i know the cops won’t suspect a sweet thing like you growing it.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks when he called you ‘sweet thing.’ Eddie

Munson and you were friendly in high school. He was the only one who didn’t judge your decision to grow plants and work in the dirt instead of going to college. He was there when you graduated, even though he was still struggling to make his way through English three years later.

“And if I say yes,” You paused. “Do I get a cut of the profit?”

“Now she’s asking the questions I want to hear!” Eddie hopped up on the front counter and swung his legs over and jumped down to stand next to you on the other side.

He stood close to you as he pulled a little notepad out of his back pocket. He presented you with a breakdown of the numbers and how many plants he’d want to grow. You were impressed with his math and gumption to do this. At one point, his shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt tingles throughout your whole body. You tried to hide the small smile that had spread across your face, but Eddie took a quick glace and smirked at you.

“So you like the idea?” He said with a sly look on his face.

“I mean, as long as I get something out of this, why the hell not!”

“God, you’re the best!”He said as he wrapped his arms around you for a quick hug. You became stiff at first, and Eddie started to pull back, but you quickly softened and wrapped your arms around his middle. The boy was much taller than you, and it was the closest palace for you to reach. Eddie’s face went beet red and pulled back and gave you a small smile.

“Well,” you said as you broke the hug and stuck out your hand. “A deal’s a deal.”

“A deal’s a deal.” Eddie said as he met your grasp and shook your hand.

A few days later, after hours, Eddie swings by the greenhouse and helps to unpack and plant the little plants in a back room that you had setup special for him. You both took time to make sure that each plant was planted with care, and Eddie watched you in awe as you named each one.

“Eddie, can you make sure Susan is fully covered at the root and water her gently?”

“Uh, which one is that?” He asks shyly.

“The one on the corner to your right. She has the missing leaf at the top.”

He giggled to himself as he did what you told him to do.

“She is all covered and watered now, princess.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the name he called you. You felt a shiver down your spine and a fire in your stomach at the name. You turned bright red and coughed to try and regain your composure.

“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, rushing over to you.

“Uh yeah haha, I’m okay.” You told him, not meeting his gaze.

“Hey, let me look at you.” Eddie said gently, nudging your chin with his finger. He pointed your face towards his, and you looked up at him with admiration.

“I, um, I really need to close up for the night.” You told him, backing away slightly.

“Oh yeah, I get that.” He replied.

That’s when your heart took over your brain, and the word vomit started coming out.

“I mean, you are more than welcome to come over for a drink. I just live around back in the trailer, but I totally understand if you want to go home or sell for the parties going on tonight, i bet you make a lot of money on nights like this. I just wanted to extend the offer to you, i mean because of…” Eddie cut you off.

“Y/N,” he started. “I would love to.”

Boldly, you took his hand and led him through the backdoor, locking up, and walked towards your home. When you opened the door, you kicked your shoes off and placed your keys on the table near the door. Eddie followed suit, and plopped down on your couch.

You walked over to the record player sitting on the counter and through on an old Fleetwood Mac record, hoping to lighten the mood. You heard Eddie groan when Stevie’s voice flooded through your living room.

“What was that for?” You said with a laugh.

“I just can’t believe you listen to this!”

“You mean the voice of God?”

“No no no, don’t you have anything a little better?”

“Okay sunshine, time for you to leave.” You said jokingly.

Eddie gave you a funny look, before he walked over to you. You looked at him puzzled, and then your whole world was turned upside down. Literally. Eddie threw you over his shoulder with ease, and brought you back over to the couch with him. He sat you down on his lap before he could say anything, you just stared curiously into his eyes. You tilted your head in confusion, and gave him a small smile.

“What are you looking at?” You questioned.

“Just you.” He replied.

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, as has happened many times since this deal took place. You tried to hide your smile, but Eddie was quick to catch it and place his finger under your chin, making you meet his gaze head on.

“Not so fast this time, princess.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.” You whispered.

“And why is that?” He said back.

“Because,” You said firmly.

“I’m gonna need a better answer than that.”

“Well that’s all you’re gonna get right now, sunshine.”

“Why do you call me sunshine?”

“It just suits you.”

“Does it suit me? With the whole black and dark thing that I have going on?” Eddie said with a laugh.

“No no no, not because of that.”

“Well then please explain.”

“You’re sunshine because you don’t let anyone get you down, and you’re sweet to me.”

“Oh, so because I'm sweet to you, that’s why I’m sunshine.”

“Exactly.”

“Well then, I guess I gotta share a little sunshine with you then.” Eddie brought his face close to yours, and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, before he pulled back.

You quickly turned your face towards his and closed the gap. You gently kissed his lips, as he held your face between his hands. He deepened the kiss slowly, laying you back on the couch. You pulled away slowly, catching your breath and taking a good look at him.

“Is this going to affect my percentage of sales?” You joked as you pushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked down at you with a smile.

“Princess, a deal’s a deal.”

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

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luxshine · 1 year

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Going back to Stranger Things 3 and the episode opens with my favorite squad, the Scoops ahoy team, aka. the anti-russian squad, aka. the ones with one working brain -that'd be Robin's- and the collective braincell that the other squads don't use -that'd be Dustin's.

And yep, as I said, Dustin has the working braincell. Steven must be so proud of his little adoptive son even if they are in a deep shit situation.

Meanwhile back with the not-emotionally stable adult squad, I really wish Joyce had accepted Hooper's offer for a job. At least then she'd had a gun.

Coming from RRR, the fact that I have now again a series that has a serious lack of communication due to different languages is hilarious. But at the same time, stupid russians, they should send only agents who can, and will speak english to be able to be unnoticed by the local police.

Oh, finally a russian who speaks english.

A russian who has obviously seen a lot of copaganda shows because if there's one thing that cops love to do is shoot people, armed or not (yes, I know Hooper wouldn't shoot him, but still)

Is Russian guy's name Terminator? I feel it should be Terminator.

Oh, hey, Nancy AND Jonathan have finally clued in that there's something wrong going on.

Joyce trying to communicate with the Russian is hilarious.

I KNOW that the show is trying to shove the Hooper/Joyce ship but Hooper is not doing his work for it to work with me.

I LOVE that Max is the one who cares for El when Mike is just, in Max's words, BLA BLA BLA. Count me as the lone El/Max shipper because those two make more sense than El/Mike.

Will needs better friends, and better taste in men.

Dustin is a bit too dramatic. And a bad shipper because Robin and Steve is no going to happen. They;re siblings.

UGH. Robin I agree.

I take away what I said about Erica's braincell. She is not smart if she is planning to drink a glowing green neon stuff that doesn't say Gatorade on the bottle.

Go Steve super Nanny!

I really don't think Alexei is going to survive the hiking trip. But he's far more sympathetic than Hooper right now.

Oh, the bavarian fire drill with Todd was fun.

Robin is a nerd too. I love her. Steve needs to start learning to speak his child's language.

Jonathan and Nancy are not that good as babysitters. They don't even look comfortable with the Children's squad.

I see that Will is the one with custody of the collective braincell right now.

Murray speaks Russian! Wow. And he has gone a bit more paranoid than before. Not that I blame him.

Joyce Wheeler is the BAMF. I don't think she will like to know that Murray got her baby to sleep with Nancy.

The Anti-Russian Squad is amazing. They're in deep shit, but they're amazing. Of all the groups in this season, they're the ones who had advanced their part of the campaign the most. And all they have is cute uniforms, a walkie talkie, a unicorn bagpack, and gumption.

Robin using the only words in Russian she knows was great. Steve doing his usual Super Nanny adrenaline moment was perfect. And Dustin being so happy because his adoptive dad won a fight? AWWWW.

Also, I see Russia has no awareness check, or they all botched it because man, the anti-Russian squad is NOT good at hiding.

SIgh, And Jonathan is back in the clutches of Nancy. SIGH.

Lucas is worse at romantic advice than Steve and I thought that was a record.

Fuck. The Flayed are stronger than usual, I see. And now Nancy has a VERY good reason to go postal on her coworkers.

Will is a good friend. Mike doesn't deserve his love and loyalty.

OTOH, the Mind Flayer has a good strategy. You control the media, you control the world. (Not that the media he is controlling was that good)

Yeah, Jonathan is not as good as Super Nanny Steve. Who I know I promoted to Adoptive Dad, so I need to make that official. Congratulations, Dustin, your Super Nanny evolved into Adoptive Dad.

IF Nancy and Jonathan end up flayed while Mike is making puppy eyes at Eleven, I will scream.

Hivemind problems... you don't keep a body that your heroine has NO reason to keep alive.

THAT was very cathartic.

Oh, wow, FINALLY the kids notice. And of course, it was Will, not the lovey couples.

All I have to say is YUCK at the Mind Flayer's sort of real form. It is VERY uhm... Have you seen the game Deadly Premonition? It reminds me of the red vines that appear in the other world there.

And well, now it's time to get this in gear as there are only 3 episodes left in the series before I get to Stranger Things 4

#Stranger Things #Stranger things 3 #Dustin Henderson #Steve Harrington #Robin #Erica Sinclair #Joyce Bryce #And the rest

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AHIT Victorian AU :: Act 3 :: Preponderances of a Florist

Let’s step outside the manor for a breather, shall we?

Delilah hadn’t been able to sleep in several days.

Not since she’d overheard the girls whispering loudly to one another - talking about the ghostly eyes that they’d seen in the forest, and what they thought it was.

It made way too much sense.

And she hated it

What was she even supposed to do with this?

While taking care of her greenhouse, she was met with a knock at the door

She glanced over, and jumped, rushing to open it

“He-hello, Lord Markus!”

“Good afternoon, Miss Munchen.” The man smiled “I am in need of your assistance”

“For what?”

“I wish to make a special bouquet for my nieces party in a few days, but I require a rare flower that I believe you grow here”

That immediately improved the florist's mood, showing a smile to him “Which flower?”

“Alpine Snowdrops”

“Oh, yes! I do have those!” She walked to the back of the greenhouse “Here. come see”

He walked over to her, looking over her shoulder.

And lo and behold, there was the plant, a baby’s breath- type of flower with lovely little bells in the shape of six-point stars - like snowflakes.

“Perfect” He grinned “How do I pick these so they’re in full bloom by Saturday?”

“Pick them in the morning then - come and I will clip them for you”

“Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful”

“Heheh, you’re very excited, Lord Markus”

“That I am!” He admitted gladly “I honestly never thought I would have extended family!”

Delilah chuckled, “I understand.”

Markus smiled further, but before he could say more, there was the sound of a cleared throat behind them.

They turned, and the doctor was standing there

“Oh, Hello!” Delilah cleared her own throat “Are you here for the Ummimi pollen?”

Nell nodded “Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh, no, not at all!” Delilah commented “In fact, you two stay right here, I’ll get back with the pollen, it was inside drying!”

The florist rushed off, leaving the two alone.

Markus took a second “Ah, well, hello Doctor Buonacci. You’re looking lovely this day”

Nell chuckled “Well thank you, My Lord. You are looking quite good as well. Getting ready for the party?”

“Oh, of course! You will be coming, right?”

“I will, yes”

“Good! Good” Markus held his own hands, almost nervous “Are you going with someone?”

“What? Oh, no” She laughs “You say that as if anyone has asked, or if I asked in turn”

“I find it hard to believe that no one might request your presence with them”

Nell let out a slightly bitter laugh “I don’t”

Markus frowned, head tilted “Why is that, may I ask?”

Nell gave him a skeptical eyebrow raise

He returned it, awaiting an answer.

“Please, enlighten me, who in this village might request me as their date?”

And before he can even say anything- before he could even offer -

“Doctor?”

The two turned their heads, and there was Delilah.

“Uh… was I…”

“No,” Nell coughed “no it’s fine” The doctor took the pollen “Thank you, Delilah”

“No problem”

“I must be on my way” Nell announced “I wish you both a good evening”

And she turned on her heel, leaving as abruptly as one possibly could.

Markus’ shoulders slumped

“... I interrupted you, didn’t I?”

Markus sighed “It is quite alright. I wish that I had a gumption to just… ask her”

“You have time!” Delilah encouraged “All else fails… you can ask her to dance the night of?”

“I can certainly try” he straightened himself out “Well, no use being down about it now!”

Delilah gave him an awkward nod

“I’ll be back for the flowers” he nodded back, offering a polite smile “Good evening to you!”

“To you as well”

#ahit au #ahit #ahit victorian au #ahit florist #ahit moonjumper #ahit oc #ahit nell #moonjumper #Nell #victorian au delilah #victorian au markus #victorian au nell #antonia writes

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