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nat1volition · 9 months

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yes Mistaken for Strangers by the national is a disco song *bursts into tears*

#I just go a Little Crazy #most of this song is Jean core but this specific line is just so #yeah I will keep trying to call Dora despite the fact I don’t even know I’m trying to call her #owie owch #disco elysium #de #harrier dubois #harrier du bois #harry du bois #harry dubois #hdb #disco elysium art #disco elysium fanart #mistaken for strangers #the national

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juliens-bakery · 1 year

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it works like a magic trick

#the national #boxer #fake empire #mistaken for strangers

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heavensickness · 1 year

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Living in the same city throughout your high school, university & working years is like. Girl help I am getting mistaken for strangers by my own friends when I pass them at night, under the silvery, silver Citibank lights; arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under

#mistaken for strangers #the national #journal

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porchbirds · 10 months

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You wouldn’t want an angel watching over/ Surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch.

#music #mistaken for strangers #the national #mistaken for strangers the national #mixtape 2023 #you get mistaken for strangers by your own friends #you have to do it running #you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture as long as you look far away as long as you look removed

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whateverwhimsy · 11 months

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#thenational #mistaken for strangers #quote #indie

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ergotsm · 1 year

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The National - "Mistaken for Strangers" (2007)

#they wouldn't wanna watch #im gonna dieeeeeeeeeeee #the national #mistaken for strangers #music #lyrics

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alfairb · 1 year

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It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders It's a terrible love and I'm walking in It takes an ocean not to break It takes an ocean not to break

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leogichidaa · 2 years

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"Well, that’s as fine a bloke as I’ve ever met. Better than any of my wizard mates. Far more handsome too"

Mistaken for Strangers mood board

#I look at this photoset all the time #it brings me such joy #this is Regulus' happy ending fam #Ben is such a doofus but #what are you going to do?#Mistaken for Strangers #my writing #Regulus Black

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indiestar · 2 months

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#the national #mistaken for strangers #music #Spotify

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musicandoldmovies · 7 months

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The National - Mistaken for Strangers

From the album Boxer

#boxer #the national #mistaken for strangers #Youtube

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miserygenerator · 1 year

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You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends

When you pass them at night

Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights

Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes, glazing under

Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over you

Surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch

Another un-innocent, elegant fall

Into the un-magnificent lives of adults

#mistaken for strangers #the national

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hungrygrains · 2 years

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Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts, so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves.

“Mistaken for Strangers” - The National

#lyrics #music #quotes #mistaken for strangers #the national #hungrygrains

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apomaro-mellow · 5 months

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King&Prince 3

Steve didn't know how long he'd been in here between being knocked out and the fact that there was no window to help him tell the time. But it must've been a few hours at least, because someone came down to feed him. The person was nondescript besides the scowl on their face as they pretty much tossed the tray at him. It skid across the floor and Steve saw that it was some bread and some soup.

Steve reached for the soup first, wanting something to warm him only to find that it was just barely above his own body temperature. And something slimy was in it. He winced, making his deliveryman laugh.

"Eat up, your highness", he sneered before leaving him to it.

Steve tried the bread next. It was only slightly stale and he wondered if he should be rationing it. This could be his only meal for the next twenty four hours. They intended to return him home but that didn't mean he had to be in perfect condition. They could keep him on the brink if it suited them.

In the end, he decided to finish it all now. He looked at what he was left with. A spoon, a bowl, and a tray. He could probably use any of the three as a weapon, but that did nothing for his locked cell. Steve spent the next few hours, formulating a plan.

He would've thought about it longer, but that was when someone came to serve what must be dinner. That is unless they served bread and soup for breakfast here. It was someone different, but they handed him the tray in much the same way, sliding it in small space under the bars.

"I need to relieve myself", Steve announced.

"And? You've got four corners."

"So I'm just supposed to shit in the corner?"

"Enjoy your slop", he said, turning to leave when Steve grabbed an arm through the bars and twisted it behind his back and raised the spoon to his throat. It was probably the least threatening thing ever but his current warden was frozen.

"What the hell!?"

"You're going to let me out. Or else."

"Or else what? You'll spoon me to death?", he let out a choke of laughter as Steve pressed down.

"I think that's exactly what I'll do", Steve said as he slid the spoon up his neck, up his face and towards his eye.

"Waitwaitwait! I don't even have the keys! Only the king can let you out!"

"Are you lying to me?", Steve asked, his voice low.

"No! I promise. He's the only one with a key to this place. We don't keep a lot of prisoners!"

Steve waited a moment to see if there were any tells that might show dishonesty before dropping the spoon and backing away from the bars.

"In that case, I request an audience with your king. A prisoner I may be, but these current accommodations are not to my standards."

His guard gave him an incredulous look as he caught his breath and regained his wits. "Are you serious? You're making demands?"

Steve crossed his arms. "I am not going to shit where I sleep."

"No one here gives a fuck about what you want. Get used to that prince."

He spat out the word 'prince' like it was a slur. Steve didn't have a huge flock of fans back home, but the blatant disrespect was so foreign. He was left alone to figure out how he was going to keep his cell from smelling like a latrine.

Eddie sent out a letter the very day he had Steve in his keep, flying on the wing of one of his demobats so that there was no mistaking who the letter came from. Steve didn't know how things were going outside his limited scope though, and tried to make the best of his situation. He considered positioning his stream outside the cell and also leaving his solid waste as close to the bars as possible just to piss off whoever came down here, but considering that meant it might touch his food, he refrained.

There wasn't the smell of rot or waste here, so that could only mean prisoners weren't meant to be here long. That either meant they had different cells for long time stays. Or...

Steve brought a hand to his throat. He wouldn't think of 'or' right now. He paced around, considering trying to dig a hole in the softest part of the stone (what an oxymoron), when his foot stumbled against something. There was a small panel, it seemed. And when he opened it, it was a bottomless, black hole. Well what better place for waste to go?

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Steve was pretty sure a couple of days had passed, just from the amount of meals he'd been given. But he knew he looked more destitute than that. A side effect of having to choose between tearing up his blanket to wipe himself with or tearing his own clothes. And only one of those was comfortable on his ass.

It was probably about three days in when he got a new visitor. This one still brought food but he was also significantly younger than the others. A literal child.

"Whoa. So you're the guy who tried to kill someone with a spoon?" The boy tilted his head, inspecting Steve. "You don't look that dangerous."

"Give me a spoon and let's test your theory", Steve said, sitting against the far wall, waiting for the tray to be passed over. It seemed fitting that a demonic king would be using child labor.

"Spoons are too easy", the boy said. "Now if you could threaten someone wiiiiith your pinky! Yeah if it was your pinky that would be intimidating."

"My pinky?"

"Yeah", the boy nodded, flopping his brown curls around.

Steve held up his pinky. "You could poke someone's eyes out, hold them up by the nose, break their other fingers with enough force, just to name a couple of things."

"That's almost every orifice. I guess the ears aren't too vulnerable. But what about the ass?"

Steve's face scrunched up, confused as to what the boy was talking about and why he was having this conversation. "What about the ass?"

"You could stick a finger up there. Really disorient a person."

"...Yeah it'd do that. But you wouldn't really do that to an enemy."

"Why?"

"How old are you?", Steve asked.

"Thirteen."

"Ask someone when you're older."

"Oh come on! I'm not a baby."

Steve cracked his first smile in days. He thought of himself back at thirteen. It wasn't that long ago but he was both embarrassed and nostalgic for that age. "Just hand the food over, kid."

"You and Eddie. One day the youth will rise you know", the boy said as he pushed the food over.

Hearing that definitely made Steve feel older than he was but he tried to ignore it. What was harder to ignore was that the kid kept coming back. Steve had gotten used to a new face every time a new meal was delivered. But this kid, who he learned was named Dustin, came every time now. He asked Steve questions about how to kill people.

Steve told him flat out he'd never killed anyone, was just trained to. So Dustin rephrased to ask how he would kill someone. It still seemed like a morbid topic to have with someone locked up, but it wasn't like Steve had anything else to do. So he told Dustin what he knew. About people's typical weak spots, about the best weapon to use for what sort of damage he was looking for.

He never considered that Dustin might be performing espionage. He was just a kid after all. And when Steve wasn't talking about headlocks versus full body grappling, Dustin was talking about his friends. It was mostly Will, Mike, and Lucas. Sometimes and El was thrown in there. And then there was this Eddie character. Someone who drove Dustin up the wall but also clearly had the boy's admiration.

Apparently Eddie told stories to Dustin and his friends and let them insert their own characters, and gave them a chance to interact with the story. It was fun and Eddie challenged them with obstacles. But it was frustrating when they couldn't decide on the best course of action and Eddie bested them.

Steve had never heard of interactive storytelling like that. And he had to admit it was a good way to engage with kids, not that he had much experience with that.

Around the fourth day since Dustin's arrival, probably about a week or so in to Steve's stay, he really took in Steve's appearance and it surroundings.

"I should ask Eddie about getting you some new clothes. And maybe, I don't know freshen things here? We've never kept somebody down here this long."

Steve figured that. "How is Eddie going to get me anything?"

Dustin looked at him like he was a child. "He's got some pretty big pull around here."

Steve doubted that. Eddie sounded like perhaps a servant with a soft spot for the children of the castle, regardless of their station. Maybe he was a knight and Dustin had been downplaying his nobility? Either way, Steve wasn't going to hold his breath. It didn't matter who Eddie was. King Edward was like stone, he was sure. Listening to no one.

Part 5

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@thesuninyaface @only-evanescent @snakeorsquid @ignoremyworld

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #dustin henderson #anybody ask for some mistaken identity shenanigans?#can u tell i like miraculous ladybug?#also i feel like i spent waaaaay to long #talking about steve's bathroom sitch #but like #he's there for a while #and i need to describe how threadbare these conditions are #next time we get eddie's side

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sclangelc · 1 year

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