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qalrey · 2 months

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her top student!

sketch below!!

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mlpoutofcontext · 8 months

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So there's this musical, Come From Away, about a town in Newfoundland taking in airplane passengers after the events of 9/11.

And for some reason, whenever I hear of it, in my head I picture the scene in Rarity Takes Manehatten where they're watching Hinny of the Hills

I don't know why - maybe it was because I first heard of Come From Away in early 2014 and had seen that episode recently - but that's been my mental image of the 9/11 musical for the past decade, even when I hadn't watched MLP in years.

#Rarity Takes Manehatten #that episode in particular really fucked up my mind #because I also have to take care to say Manhatten instead of Mane-hatten #which is weird because at that age I also watched Penguins of Madagascar #which literally takes place _in Manhatten_#so you'd think I'd have picked up the real name #Analysis #my little pony #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #9/11 #Come From Away

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k0uk0 · 7 months

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Bro, yesterday Cellbit went offline right when Roier logged into the server and the latter went "NOOO CELLBIT WENT OFFLINE? You're shitting me, no way. I wanted to play with him, well fair enough he's preoccupied with the RPG."

ROIER WANTED TO PLAY WITH HIM *cries* oh i love their friendship so very much.

#cellboier #qsmp #qsmp cellbit #qcellbit #guapoduo #qsmp roier #qroier #cellbit #roier #my beloveds #their friendship is so precious to me #never take them away from me please i need them as an emotional support or I'll have a breakdown #ordem paranormal quarantena #ordem paranormal

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vikingpoteto · 2 months

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People pleaser, needs everyone to think she's perfect Cassie Cage vs. Is a jerk to everyone as a defense mechanism so they have a real reason to hate him Kung Jin.

fight.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #cassie cage #kung jin #i mean that's what they do #i just think it's interesting how their inferiority complexes manifest in opposite ways #i need them to be the wlw/mlm codependent friendship #yes jacqui is cassie's best friend #but kung jin is basically her platonic soulmate #and you cant take that away from me nrs #you just cant #i'm so obsessed with them

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liquidstar · 5 months

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crazy take: aside from actual lesbian romance stories, obviously, nothing passes the bechdel test better than moe "cute girls doing cute things" anime. its always just a group of girls, few to no named male characters, boys and dating are hardly ever brought up beyond the abstract, if at all. like we're focusing on the girls hanging out rn, we dont need to worry abt that shit. mugi just ate mio's strawberry.

#this doesnt mean i think all ''cute girls doing cute things'' anime is feminist btw #thats not my take. the test itself isnt a metric for feminism #im just saying if you take the rules purely at face value. that type of show kills it #but also no the genre isnt for the male gaze! everyone go watch 'a place further than the universe' and develop some emotions #even k on which i joked abt in the post- its actually a bit complicated bc of the way the anime deviates from the manga #but the short of it is the further it gets away from its source and becomes its own thing the more it becomes abt the girls #s2 being all original was the strongest. its a great story about the fleeting nature of youth and lasting friendships actually #ppl dont give it enough credit. yes its slice of life ofc but its really good #also not to mention bocchi. everyone loved bocchi. in that show they literally have a joke where they dont show the dads face #bc no male characters LOL #the acceptation being that one club owner who is meant to be more feminine? manga readers know more abt that tho

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unanimoustwins · 6 months

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something something bagi n cellbit vs bagi n pac something the family u were looking for vs the family u found

#fr pac n bagis friendship/familial closeness is super sweet n not talked about enough #theyre both so sweet n really look out for each other since she got on the island #not saying this to take away from cellbit n bagis sibling bond wherever thats at rn i was just thinkin #qsmp #qsmp bagi #qsmp pac #pactw

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nemmet · 1 year

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for your consideration

#all of the colours on fred himself are picked directly from the aroace flag!!!#he is autistic and aroace and you can never take this away from me #he is in a qpr with the gang he loves them all so much he made them matching friendship bracelets out of rope he uses for nets #!!!!!!!!#scooby doo #fred jones #aroace #aroace headcanon #sunset aroace #nem art :)#scooby doo and nemmet too!

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enigmaticvariation · 10 months

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I'm deluded that I feel normal about the locked tomb series and then I think about cam and pal and want to throw up

#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH #AND THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS! THEIR LOVE IS TREATED WITH THE SAME (IF NOT SIGNIFICANTLY MORE) WEIGHT AS ALL THE ROMANTIC PAIRINGS #As someone who is for the most part a bit romance indifferent and who's most important relationships are my besties they mean so much to m #I wouldn't say I'm arospec just not super interested in dating at my current point in life #but I love my friends so much and I love when friendship is super important and treated meaningfully #also camilla is an aro icon you cannot take this away from me #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #tlt #the locked tomb #enigma musings

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nauti-ca · 2 months

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i think if you choose to ignore nautica’s clearly written implied romance with skids ur doing a huge disservice to her character

#sorry people on twitter pissing me off #“’reading mtmte thank god skids is dead / nautica x velocity forever’#get fucking out of here dude #im saying this as a lesbian AND as a nautica obsessor #her friendship and relationship with skids is so important to her character #and so are her feelings for him #don’t fucking take that away from her bc u wanna shove two girls together who don’t really have chemistry other than they’re friends #dumbest fucking trope and a disservice to lesbians everywhere #if u like velocica? nautlocity? whatever. thats totally fine be who u are #it’s not my cup of tea bc their total lack of chemistry imo #but for gods sake don’t just pretend like skids didn’t exist #I won’t be allowing bisexual erasure on my blorbina of all time #transformers #mtmte

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septembersghost · 5 months

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my queue was supposed to run out tonight (11/19) - i'm nothing if not someone who clings to dates and anniversaries, and exactly a month ago, i realized i had enough posts stowed in it to last until today. of all the days. kismet. you know when it's time to go. but i ended up adding some posts from my (still copious) drafts, and no matter how i finagled it, it was impossible to make them all fit by the time today ended. so it gets a little bit of extra time. maybe, in honor of this blog's existence, that's fitting.

you all know this, i've said it, typically in gratitude, many times already. this blog was never meant to last. i came back in november 2020 expecting a couple of months, maybe to be here until the new year. i told very few people, anticipating the goodbye, not wanting to cause anyone undue anguish when i had to vanish again. something i didn't expect was the sheer (admittedly devasting) emotion that would tie itself to those two weeks when i started interacting again, nor that it would have any outreach or impact, but somehow it did. then time kept spinning on, extending itself, gossamer threads unfurling each day. my following kept growing, far beyond what i could have anticipated, greater than i'd ever established on any of my previous blogs. moving around is unfortunately a pattern at this point, every time for reasons that felt quietly catastrophic. not being able to pay bills for a while. angel's death and the ensuing difficult circumstances. so here, i kept anxiously imagining why i'd eventually have to leave, how to plan for it. poverty issues. the homelessness we were facing through the entirety of a couple of years until last august (and my dad having to be the saving grace). worsening health issues. i never knew, i couldn't predict it, i just worried about it. often tried to brace for it. maybe i got too comfortable this year, because this was when i started to think it wouldn't happen, that i really could stay. little did i know. and the reasons...are not reasons i ever fathomed, why would i have? how could i have? i wish it weren't so. (i wish a lot of things.)

i thought sometimes about the words i would leave you with, none of which are suitable now. i almost wrote nothing, yet found that feeling wrong, couldn't leave without something about parting.

thus it turns out i'm leaving before it's strictly necessary, before it's the fear of personal catastrophe coming to fruition, not knowing what i'll do or where i'll metaphorically go, as that is the downside of chronic illness and isolation narrowing this to my sole outlet. (lyrics keep running through my mind, there are always lyrics stuck in my head. no matter where i go, there'll be memories that tug at my sleeve, but there will also be more to question, yet more to believe...teach me to be more adaptive...help me say goodbye). my body is in such a fragile state right now (my mind not far behind) that maybe what i need to do is rest. just rest for a while.

this blog was never meant to grow the way it did, to take asks and have conversations like i did, that was a somewhat new (sometimes scary! often fun) experience for me. it's one that will never be replicated. to my loyal and lovely anons, i'm so sorry that i had to cut you off unexpectedly and couldn't reinstate communication - i know that you weren't able to reach out to me as soon as i did that, and that certainly wasn't your fault, it was a response to the tenor of this website. i apologize for the hundreds of messages i never had the chance to answer. i'm appreciative of the things you shared with me and all the times we got to talk.

i sincerely hope some of you learn to be kinder and wiser and less reactionary and more willing to learn and to listen rather than to attack those who have never wronged you and who do not deserve that. i'm being too nice, but i hope you learn that misusing your supposed social justice to do harm and foment hatred and stew in ignorant cruelty makes any principles you purport to have utterly void. my hope for that is low at the moment, but it's still got to be there. waiting to be found.

to those of you who have never been anything but kind, you are true treasures, the lights in the darkness, the loving and compassionate embodiment of human spirit. some of you have (quite literally) helped keep my mom and me alive, and i can never repay that or do enough in this life to quantify it. some of you have been here for me every single day, to listen and laugh and cry and understand. i don't think i would've bothered to fight through these past three years had i not had your presences in my life. i wouldn't have had as much of a reason. there are times when i still haven't felt like i had a reason, i struggle through so many varied griefs, but then i continued to wake up, and would come on here and find something joyful or beautiful or affirming that someone had sent or posted, and it gave me an anchor. there are passions and interests i shared or discovered here that were so uplifting and enlightening, and i will carry them in my heart always. being here to find those was such a blessing. being here with you to indulge in them was such a blessing. thank you. i pray your continued paths have more of that ahead. look at all the things you've done for me. there are certain things that once you have no time can wear away.

you know that line from the wizard of oz?: hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable. maybe that isn't true, maybe our hearts being broken is proof of something. there are people who hurt me on such a profound level who i know weren't affected by it at all, but i refuse to define my sensitivity as a negative. my softness (too soft for all of it, indeed) does not quite provide me with a weapon, but it doesn't crumple. hearts can be broken repeatedly and still beat, which i've thought about a lot lately. shattered souls just make a new mosaic. it's a different picture than it was before, but the color and light persists. and in the remains of that, a handful of people have shown me depths of caring and resilience that i wouldn't have gotten to hold onto otherwise, which is an extraordinary thing. the precious rarities have to mean something more, don't they? i would think so. i believe it. or i'm trying. i keep trying with all my might.

maybe i stayed too long at the fair. maybe this is a consequence of overplaying my hand, gambling a little too much with time to where it had to teach me something. maybe i needed the reminder that sometimes we have to fight to retain our spirits, and other times we have to retreat. maybe i needed a reminder that all that extra time was a miracle. i don't take it for granted.

whether we've spoken directly, be that consistently or in scattered flurries, whether we've interacted in very personal ways or simply in liked hearts on the dash, i hope there was goodness and light in it. i hope there's a memory i leave here that's sweet. (as long as i'm borrowing phrases, i hope you'll think of me fondly sometimes.) i hope there was something warm and enriching here. i hope you know what you've been and meant to me. i said so many times that this blog was my cozy haunted house - the ghosts will linger here forever, and i know they'll never mind if you want to step in and visit.

with all my heart, i love so many of you so dearly. i am so lucky to have your friendships. please move gently through life. please hold onto the things that illuminate it for you, and provide that where you can. please do your best to repair even the smallest of tears in the world. you are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

there must be lights burning brighter somewhere.

something yet remains. i remain. and i do my best to be brave.

#bubble wrap around my heart #jess.mess #namarie #gam zu l'tovah #edit: december 2. this was as it turns out too nice #because today this website decided to desecrate something central and sacred #i wish i could verbalize to you despicable people the profound soul deep hurt you're causing #and the constant fear and trauma you're instilling by making every space so blatantly hateful and hostile and unsafe #but you don't get to take a PRAYER away from its people. you don't get that power ever. that light will NEVER be diminished #i have no respect for any of you doing this. you're evil #i have infinite respect for myself now though. i know who i am. and i'm done #you don't deserve me and you never deserved my friendship or my trust or my heart #proverbs 4:23 #goodbye.

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apollos-olives · 5 months

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I’m sorry your story got cancelled that SUCKS. Is there any way you will be able to share it otherwise?

yeah so basically they're refusing to air it because it was too controversial and dangerous, but my producer told me that to story was so well done and was so perfect that he told me i should submit it into video and journalism competitions that my local community does. like, he said it was PERFECT- he showed it to every single producer up the food chain and they said it was fantastic, but just too "controversial", so they refused to air it. they didn't like that i didn't have the perspective of "the other side", they didn't like that i wore arabic on my shirt, they didn't like that the protesters were using posters that condemned zionism, so they just told me it's not airing. despite that, it was genuinely so perfect that my producer told me i HAVE to put it on my portfolio and submit it to different events and competitions to make it get recognized. so i guess i'll be doing that instead. it's just not airing for my studio.

#which genuinely guts me because i gave up WEEKS of my life to get the story done #i lost friendships. i missed out on events. i skipped a billion classes. i lost DAYS of sleep #i busted my ass so hard for this story to be perfect- AND IT WAS- but they refused to air it #so now weeks of my life are gone to waste #and now it'll take weeks to get things back to normal #im so upset #we did a run through for anchoring and they told me that i wasnt energetic enough and i should act happier while on air #and i for real am gonna lose it. tbqh.#i fucking hate it here #my studio partner was there with me when my producer broke the news and i was so upset i didnt know what to say #partner asked me if i was okay and i just said yeah and looked away from him #and he stood there hovering as if he wanted to say something but he just sighed and walked away #im fucking up my entire life right now and idk what to do

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smalltimidbean · 5 months

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Hey, been following/lurking around your blogs for a while and I wanted to say something:

Your art is really comforting to me :) an old friend of mine who isn't around much anymore had interests and a style similar to yours so when I see your art im reminded of good times :D

Have a lovely day!!

Gwehhheheh, that's so sweet!!!

My art is very comforting to myself, so it is very, very nice I can provide someone that same feeling, or at least a similar one fgdkjg

So thank you for the kind words, and I hope you have a lovely day too!!!

#bean talks too much #nice things #asks that also make me cry bc I know the feeling of drifting from a friend and remembering the good times with them #which if I was better at making and maintaining friendships then I wouldn't have to be sad over them #but that is beside the point and nothing can take away the good memories of them regardless #so before I tag spill with my nonsense: thank you again!!!

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daisyachain · 4 months

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Restorative or Transformative?: Homoerotic Subtext, The Closet, and Ciphers in Pop Culture. The nature of commercial art is that it’s sometimes bad and inconsistent. Notably it’s also misogynistic. One way in which audiences try to reconcile massive plot holes or gaps in character motivation is by reading secrets or hidden information into a plot.

Commonly, male characters are interpreted as closeted gay or bisexual to reconcile the absence of women from commercial narratives with the generally stunted and poorly-written male characters that form the focus on said texts. This reading has become especially common among a non-heterosexual milieu. Rather than transforming the original text into some radically different new form, this closeted interpretation seeks to make the original text stand on its own as a story rather than a Swiss cheese of dumb writing decisions.

This interpretation only works for a specific type of pop, usually genre fiction. Any story in which tortured male leads eschew women in favour of male-male bonds (because female characters are constantly killed off, written sparsely, or written out, because the production team keeps casting their male buddies, because actors demand to keep having scenes with their bros, whatever) can become a sounder structure if you put one of them in a closet.

The gay interpretation is the natural consequence of shoddy misogynistic writing from ventures like Supernatural, Naruto, all the biggest hits. It’s also the natural consequence of more benignly misogynistic writing like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes or The Lord of the Rings, where women aren’t necessarily rejected but are simply absent from the worlds of the protagonists. When the emotional crux of the story falls on male-male interactions, this reads as romantic because society at large priorities (definitively heterosexual) romance as the pinnacle of human connection. Two forces are in conflict, the primacy of heterosexuality (read as: romance) and the primacy of men.

Anyway. All that is to say that the typical gay or bisexual reading of male characters in pop fiction comes from a very real place. But, in some places, that’s the default interpretation. Angst, insecurity, secrets, double lives, fatigue, disappointment, restrained passion, stunted personal growth, anyone living in the closet can tell you that it impacts and defines your whole life to know that you live in a way fundamentally incompatible with The Proper Way that life is structured around down to tax law and superstore prices (which assume a heterosexual nuclear family unit). Characters in fiction also tend to have personal problems because that makes them interesting and tasty.

If you’ve grown up on stories with the specific type of misogyny that can be papered over with a closeted interpretation of the male leads, carrying this interpretation over to any male character will make sense more often than not. Even a bit of angst or insecurity? Well of course that makes sense if a character is closeted.

Except that’s hurt a normal part of fiction, and sometimes the closeted interpretation takes away from the point of a character. If a male character is on another axis of marginalization, the closeted interpretation imposed by the slash reading community downplays or trivializes the effects of that marginalization in the plot by overwriting it with another type of marginalization. Alternately, sometimes a character’s heterosexuality is a part of the story. There are some sorts of critiques or investigations of misogyny or masculinity that don’t work if the character has an ‘opt out’ of the cisheteropatriarchal perspective. Not that gay/bisexual men aren’t except from misogyny, but misogyny masculinity and heterosexuality are so tightly linked that it sort of defeats the point if you interpret that character outside of heterosexuality.

All that is to say—the closet interpretation is a quick and easy spice to apply to the weaker parts of action-adventure genre fiction to make it taste better. It draws from a large enough sample of art that it’s pretty widely applicable. Because of that, it’s part of some people’s [my] default interpretation package just because the semi-dull macho show at least gets less dull if you imagine there’s a reason for there to be no girls besides simple hatred. That then forms its own problem where the interpretation that works with your average genre work gets then blanket-applied to all genre works and obscures the places where the closet interpretation doesn’t fix the work, and actually makes it less interesting.

#kelsey rambles #I’m as guilty of it as anyone.#just thinking about Johnny Storm and like. bisexual ass character. deeply bi guy. but.#what IF he’s just heterosexual. what then. wouldn’t that almost be…more interesting #if he’s Like That and not closeted? what twisty gnarled psychological torments would a good comic have to explain him #and on the other hand. that one post I saw about how miles/hobie totally misses the point that their relationship is about solidarity #spider-punk and spider-byte’s alliance with miles are the same thing and to read it as romantic erases the important part #and on a third hand. when speaking of miles’ story. the stupid fucked Bendis running joke/subtext with Ganke #to have Miles be gay would possibly take away from the messy and interesting part of his character that is being a person with nothing #to hide. a totally honest genuine straightforward kid who is forced to start a double life by an outside actor #but at the same time it’s dumb and a cop-out to throw in that much bait and that much of a genuinely charged tense friendship #and then go ‘lol jk. nothing to see here’#the other thing is the semi joke in atsv about ‘coming out’ as spider-man #the most important thing about Miles having to hide is his relatively precarious position as a black kid. he’s not afforded the leniency #that Peter Parker would expect if he got unmasked. Miles is more cautious because he is in more danger because he’s Black #so to paint that struggle with the gay brush is to disregard the character’s raison d’être. while also #using that sort of language and structure deliberately puts a gay lens over that character and ignoring that or kicking it to the side #feels a bit cheap. to borrow the look and not the substance #way too many tags and it’s past my bedtime. thesis statement is:#miles morales is a character whose history is fraught with plenty of real gay subtext and whose character struggles are entirely divorced #from any sense of gender performance. he’s subtextually bi but that’s got so little to do with his story that it feels almost wrong to read #that into him because there is so much other interesting stuff going on with him

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darrowsrising · 2 months

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Why is Screwface Virginia's favourite original Howler?

I mean...

Who had the balls to tell Darrow he cannot go on instead of villainizing him to justify leaving him?

Who loves Darrow enough to give up dreams, but never lets it become resentment that can endanger him?

Who soothes Darrow when things are helpless, the most helpless they ever have been?

Who sacrificed so much for so long and as broken as it left him, he remained a great friend?

Who chose Darrow at every point, even after he found out he was a Red?

Who remained steadfast in the background at every point?

Yup, Screwface.

#virginia loves her spies #of course her fave howler is the spy and the loyalist #i wanted to add 'not darrow's best friends' to this but i don't want to take away from screw he is the best #but eithet way screwface is the best he should give lessons in friendship to the best friends #light bringer spoilers

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kraviolis · 11 months

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im gonna say it. the only people who genuinely think willow "forgave" amity too quick are all under 17 years old

#krav talks #there is a fuckin reason why its considered sage advice to let go of your anger and bitterness towards ppl who hurt you #bcus that shit will rot you from the inside out #THERE WAS A WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT HOW WILLOW NOT BEING ABLE TO LET GO OF HER HURT WAS LITERALLY DESTROYING HER #THAT WASNT JUST AMITY'S DOING. THAT WAS ALSO WILLOW HOLDING ONTO HER ANGER AND PAIN FOR TOO LONG #AND IT WASNT WILLOWS FAULT SHE COULDNT FIND CLOSURE UNTIL AMITY GAVE IT TO HER #BUT IT WAS STILL DESTROYING HER AND SHE KNEW IT #willow did not forgive amity. amity gave willow closure #she basically helped willow flush out her festering wound and put a bandage on it #like NO the pain didnt go away immediately #but amity helped willow to heal!!! and YEAH theres always gonna be a scar and amity & willow will have to work with each other for years #to build their relationship back up to what it once was #and maybe it never WILL be what it once was #but both of them were willing to TRY #THAT was the point of that episode. THAT is what willow said was 'a start'#bcus they BOTH would have to work towards it bcus friendship is a two way street!!!#and willow unfortunately is someone who gives second third and fourth chances to ppl who hurt her bcus of her self confidence issues #but amity never tried to take advantage of that. she never went back on her word to willow. she has lied to willow ONCE and then never agai #thats why it seems like they become friends again pretty fast #bcus willow is a very trusting person and amity always upholds her end of the 'deal'#so they both let themselves be vulnerable around each other. even if willow is scared of being hurt again.#even if amity is scared of hurting willow again. they both make that effort to let the other in bcus they really do love each other a lot.#toh

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pollyna · 2 years

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Slider is twenty-nine the first time he loses the love of his life and thirty-six the second time that happens. Nick was kissing him sweetly that morning, sharing a cup of coffee, lamenting about its sweetness (forty years later and Ron is still drinking the same coffee) and demanding a rematch for the volleyball-thingy (just-wake-uo Nick wasn't the most awake person) the very next day, and by the afternoon, Ron was crying and screaming against Ice's shoulder, bagging his best friend to tell him it was all a bad dream.

With Carole, it is different. Cancer takes her way a little by little, just like Nick's death did. They aren't together anymore, but he's around because she needs help and Bradley needs someone to focus on him. He takes care of Carole and Ice of Bradley, Maverick too. They share good and bad days, long stretches of chemo treatments, and sweet nightmares when Ron dreams of a third body hugging him during the colder hours of that sad winter. Carole dreams of the same thing too. She dies on a sunny Saturday in a forgettable week of February, kissing him goodbye and reminding him that she loves him, as did Nick. She closes her eyes and Tom's hands are big and warm on his skin when he hugs him so strongly he almost stops breathing.

By the time he's in his sixties, he's sure nothing that big is ever going to touch him again. Then Tom's cancer is back and he's saying goodbye to people like he knows he won't be able to beat this. Ron's heart breaks all over again. It's new and bittersweet in all different ways than it was with Carole because Ice doesn't band, doesn't let the cancer beat him until the very end, and no amount of pleading stops him. They go to movies, eat ice cream in places Ron never knew existed, and Tom lets Ron take him up in the air, flying over Lake Superior, because the Apostole Islands are so beautiful this time of year, aren't they?

One of the last times they see each other, Tom says, signs, I'm glad Mav has Penny back in his life. She is good for him, better than I could ever be. And Ron can't muster the strength to do more than cuddle with him on a couch that's too small for two grown men. He would like to shake his friend and tell him that nobody could have been better than him, not in this or another life.

Ron knows is going to happen soon when Tom texts him you were the best RIO and best friend I could ever ask for. I love you. But he doesn't know when. Two days later, he's standing in front of a granite tombstone, trying to not fall apart in front of the entire Navy and a kid, a grown man, who looks like a carbon copy of Carole and Nick.

They are all dead, and he's walking around with ghosts that used to warm his bed, and his day, and photos of a past that used to have a future.

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