#ouch parallels

[minart-was-taken]

Hmm, masking moment..........

#My Adventures With Superman #Superman #MAWS #Clark Kent #I keep referencing autism parallels but I wanna make it clear I'd never try to take away the immigrant and religions origins of Supes #I'm just personally really excited to see something so relatable on the screen. #Oh how many times have I tried opening up only for them to reject it #Even on accident... Ouch

[meep-meep-richie]

let's hope 2024 will be kinder to us

#i remember started this year being glad my shows came back #cause 2023 was kinda harsh tho #good omens 2 #loki 2 #lokius #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #loki #mobius #loki x mobius #this parallel is just ouch #good omens #loki tv #loki series #parallels #david tennant #michael sheen #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #my gifs #gifs #gif* #tvgifs #tvedit #dailygoodomens #dailyloki

[thefrogdalorian]

The Mandalorian: Chapter 8 - Redemption

#din edits #my edits #din djarin #the mandalorian #clan mudhorn #i want to cry i love them so MUCH #the parallels man #OUCH

[noweakergirl]

Star Wars / Ethel Cain - Hard Times

#in my SW x Ethel Cain era #but seriously this song in relations to palpatine's grooming... ouch! #ethel cain #preacher's daughter #star wars #star wars prequels #phantom menace #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #darth vader #anakin skywalker #palpatine #sw edit #parallels

[helpimstuckposting]

I’m a ghost and you are a shadow

Part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven

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Ever since the Upside-down and Vecna and the world going to shit, Steve’s spent a lot of time roaming the bars inside and out of Hawkins. Once he’d finished with his dad’s liquor cabinet and the only liquor store in town stopped selling to him, he started being a regular at multiple establishments.

It was hard, after losing Max and El and Will and others Steve couldn’t think about without ripping open the wounds again. The portals were all closed, but at what cost? The world was technically saved, but Steve’s was a wreck. The metaphorical wounds were still ripped up and bleeding, fresh holes that would never quite stitch themselves over and heal.

His parents never came back, and he couldn’t even blame them, it’s not like he expected to be worth it to them. He was an adult now, on his own, there was no need for them to come back and pick him up. Honestly, he never wanted to see them again, didn’t really even know who they were. Steve had lived with practical strangers his whole life, made a semblance of family from skin and bone, and had it all ripped away from him.

Steve Harrington was always meant to be alone.

So he drank, went back to King Steve’s routes, used the alcohol to ground him while his mind drifted away to heaven or hell or wherever. It didn’t matter, because Steve never remembered the night before. The nightmares melted with the sunrise, the tremors and gasps, and flooding eyes gave way to cotton mouth and hunger in the daylight, and the blinding sun made it easier to forget all the bad things. Easier, but altogether impossible none the less.

So Steve didn’t quite remember how he ended up in the woods behind his house, dead leaves tangled in his hair and a particularly sharp twig shoved into his spine. He groaned against the sunlight blinding him through the branches and dug the stick out from under him, standing up on wobbling legs to trudge back inside. It wasn’t uncommon to find himself on his porch or lying in an old and tattered lounge chair, or even on a park bench some times. He wandered a lot. There was nothing else to do.

He still had money in his trust fund, still had his parents house to stay in, it wasn’t like anyone was knocking on his door to put him back together. Eddie was somewhere, in another state or wherever he ran off to. Again, Steve couldn’t blame him, either. Wayne wasn’t here anymore, there was no reason for Eddie to stay after everything. There wasn’t any reason for Steve to stay, but there wasn’t anywhere for him to go, either.

So he stayed. So he drank. So he blacked out and woke up outside sometimes.

He rested against a tree for a minute, trying to gain his bearings and see past the blinding sunlight, rubbing circles into his eyes until he saw sparks of white behind his eyelids. He was probably a mess, probably looked half dead, hadn’t been able to look into a mirror in months.

Blinking out into his backyard, he could see a bit better now but the world still wobbled on its axis just a bit. It would probably be another half hour until he was sober enough to see straight, but he wasn’t going to stay in the burning sun for that. He trekked across the dead grass of his yard, using passing lawn chairs and tables as crutches to make the distance more bearable, ignored the memories pressing at the edges of his mind and embraced the pain in his head to push the thoughts away.

The house seemed a bit cleaner on the inside than he last remembered, but he couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t remember the last time he cleaned, but he couldn’t remember much of anything these days. That was the point, after all.

Steve rounded the hallway into the open arch of the kitchen entry — hoping he had some cereal left in the pantry somewhere, not brave enough to handle the stares and whispers he’d get at the diner or grocery store — when he was roughly slammed against the kitchen wall. His head swam with the abrupt movement, stomach churning uncomfortably. He blinked against the sudden impact, feeling one of his own kitchen knives at his throat; pressing, but not digging, a warning. The knife wobbled slightly before the grip righted, pressing just a bit stronger than before, a threat.

Steve opened his eyes, trying to get his brain back online in his hazy state. Putting the pieces together slowly. Brown hair. Curly. Angry eyes. A set grimace on his lips. Eddie Munson. The last time Eddie Munson had a sharp object to his neck, Steve was pinned to the wall of Reefer Rick’s boat house. Now, pinned to the wall of his own kitchen, Steve couldn’t pull his eyes away, couldn’t fathom what Eddie would be doing here, either.

“Eddie? What the fuck are you doing in my house?” He asked, pushing through the uncomfortable cotton mouth and stale alcohol taste on his tongue.

Eddie just stared at him, the hand fisted into Steve’s shirt tightening. He winced.

“Seriously dude, what are you doing?” Was he still asleep outside? Was he ever outside? What the hell did he drink last night?

Eddie kept staring, glaring, like Steve did something wrong again. Steve always did something wrong, he just couldn’t figure out what. The grip on his shirt tightened again, pinching Steve’s chest and clearing his head just a bit more. Definitely not a dream.

“Who are you?” Eddie growled out, shoving Steve harder into the wall.

Steve blinked. What? That was not the question Steve was expecting. Not that he was expecting any of this, really.

“Who. Are. You?” Eddie repeated.

“Steve. Harring-ton?” Steve replied, following the other man’s cadence, words dripping with confusion.

Eddie’s glare tightened like his grip, knife digging into his throat just a bit more. He was sure his brain should be screaming danger, danger, danger, but the fact that it was Eddie standing in front of him was throwing him way off kilter.

“Seriously, Eddie, what’s going on?” Steve begged, unsure if the confusion muddling his brain was because of the alcohol, lack of any decent nutrition for the past few months, or something else. Did he seriously miss something so big that had Eddie up in arms like this? He couldn’t possibly look so bad he was unrecognizable.

“Is this some kind of trick from Vecna? Hm? What are you?”

“Eddie, man, I seriously have no clue what you’re talking about!” Steve’s voice was gaining a more hysterical edge at this point, but it had no effect on Eddie what-so-ever. “I am so not sober enough for this, just tell me what’s going on!”

“Steve Harrington is dead!” Eddie yelled in his face, “Steve Harrington is dead, so what the fuck are you?”

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If y’all have world building questions pls ask in the replies because maybe it’ll get me somewhere near a plot. Anyway, please enjoy sad lonely Steve

#sorry #i just thought ‘Eddie can’t imagine a universe where he doesn’t love Steve but Steve can’t imagine one where someone loves him’ #and then this happened #so #ouch #anyway I had a lot of fun making Steve sad #hope you had fun reading sad Steve #idk if I’ll do more parts because I can’t figure out a plot #but the bunny is there #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #eddie munson #parallel universe AU #helpimstuckwriting #steddie #angst #hurt/comfort #well really just the hurt #sorry again #cw alcohol abuse #steve harrington

[braverytattoos]

My Policeman Parallels -- the finger

#harry styles #hs #my policeman #mp #my policeman spoilers #mp spoilers #ouch #hlcreators #hledits #stylesgifs #harry gifs #mp parallels

[fanatics4l]

TW sexual assault/abuse

the urge to write a non-supernatural stranger things fic where billy wasn't taken by the mind flayer but was instead violated by a real person. there are so many parallels between the mind flayer and a rapist /sexual abuser. it would be so interesting to explore this concept. okay listen.

everyone starts to get wary of billy's sudden changes in behaviour. for example, he starts wearing too many layers, he puts on fake smiles to act like everything is okay, he dissociates, he doesn't like when people touch him. he's aggressive and lashes out often. his moods switch very quickly and suddenly (sauna scene + fight with the kids).

his sauna scene can also be interpreted as him begging for help and for someone to protect him from his rapist. "please believe me, max" can be seen as a victim wanting to be believed. it shows how desperate he is for someone, specifically family, to believe him and to believe that it actually happened.

"it's like a shadow" and his other lines where he expresses his confusion also connect to the detachment of the body and mind that victims often experience during the assault. also, the shower scene with heather- it's like he's trying to get clean but he can't and the black veins represent the phantom touches of his attacker.

even the "taking of billy hargrove" scene was creepy. him being dragged down the stairs, something forcing its way into his mouth, pinning him down, billy trying to escape by running to the phone.

abuse victims, SA victims- they're mistreated if they act out or are not "innocent enough." billy was villainized while he was flayed. it can represent how SA victims are often treated like the bad guy if they don't look the part. oh my goodness. i just have so many thoughts about this.. i wanna start writing a fic for this so bad

#sorry guys i just have so many thoughts #tw sa #tw abuse #there are way too many parallels #the whole thing with will getting kidnapped too #if the show weren't supernatural i would've assumed will got kidnapped by a predator #vecna can easily be interpreted as a predator #ow ouch owie #so many thoughts... #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove analysis

[mymanreedus]

#the walking dead #season 2 #s6e9 #5x8 #s11e23 #rick grimes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #beth greene #judith grimes #mirror scene #parallels #otis #shane #tyreese #carol peletier #yumiko #ouch my heart

[theatricalnebula]

#the way people perceive you changing the way you perceive yourself and vice versa is very important in this show. especially the last arc. #also. the way utena always looks so fucking sad after she's been with akio.. ouch #she's so uncomfortable but never knows how to verbalise it. and doesn't want to anyway because she thinks it's her own fault #and juri being the one who notices... very important to me. i want to write something about their friendship at some point #revolutionary girl utena #parallels #utena #akio #juri #miki #m #akio and utena #all girls are like the rose bride

[new-york-no-shoes]

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen. Time went on for everyone else she won’t know it. She’s still 23rd inside her fantasy and you’re sitting in front of me// Now they’re screaming at palace front gates used to chant my name now they’re screaming that they hate me. Never wanted you to hate me

#ouch #taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour #parallels #rwylm #castles crumbling

[timdoubleyou]

thinking about how tma and mh both have “wake-up call” episodes to show the audience how out of line the protagonist’s invasive behavior is

#marble hornets #tma #jay merrick #sorry Jon no tag for you #over and out #it’s been a While since I’ve watched either episode but im fairly certain that’s what that was #jon and jay parallels! ouch

[mycupofstars]

Realized the Worst Thing about Claudia and Louis in s2 and had to physically sit down in the shower today

They’ve got the telepathy this time

He’s going to be able to hear her die

SHE IS GOING TO BE RIGHT THERE IN HIS HEAD WHEN SHE DIES

#iwtv spoilers #sort of #upcoming #amc iwtv #the vampire chronicles #haha ouch #it’s going to be a horrible parallel to when he heard her in the fire in New Orleans #but this time he won’t save her #this time he can’t #keeping you safe lil waif

[renzokukenblade]

D-District Prison vs. SeeD Exam in Dollet

#the lines on the right happened the other way around but #just noticed the parallel #ouch #ff8 #ffviii #seifer #squall

[shadowsbrainrot]

dean struggles so much with his masculinity, he always knew really deep inside that he was bisexual. It’s just something he couldn’t quite verbalize and more importantly, it was something he could ignore. For years his father had drilled a certain practiced type of masculinity into him, like a soldier he worked under John’s watchful eye. This sort of frankly stereotypical masculinity was all Dean knew, no matter how many times his gaze would be distracted by a pretty boy he would push it all down, he would explain it away in his brain. No, Dean couldn’t be gay or anything of course not. Dean drowned himself in this toxic hypermasculinity, women and porn. It was all he knew.

Until Castiel, angel of the lord “gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.”

Suddenly Dean’s attraction to men was at the forefront of his mind, every time his eyes would catch on Castiel’s, a certain gut-wrenching feeing would tear into his insides. Dean tried, he tried so hard to ignore and explain away just as he had before. But there was something about Cas, something that drew Dean in, except Dean felt as if he was being drawn into a gaping hole surely to jump to his death. He dreaded loving Cas, it was absolutely terrifying. Even years after John’s death it’s as if his ghost was hanging behind Dean’s shoulder. Each time he felt even a sliver of affection towards that angel of a man Dean would feel a stab of guilt, of fear. Dean wanted so bad to love Cas unabashedly, to be able to touch him, kiss him, cry to him. He would shed silent tears at night wishing for Castiel to hold him, grip him tight and raise him from his personal perdition.

Dean eventually grew numb to the heartache, accepting that truly Castiel’s love was something he could never have. It destroyed him to think of tender moments between them, to ache at every touch, convinced in his mind that he and his broken love would ever be enough for Castiel, such a grandiose creature of heaven. Dean could never be good enough, he would think.

To think that Castiel would love him scars and all, still his beautiful Dean Winchester. It was unfathomable. Dean could never see how Cas saw him, he could never see the beauty and love that Cas could. It was as if he had been impaled, it was a deep pit of dispair that grew inside of him knowing that Castiel had loved him all along, that they were so close to having it all. Dean could barely look down at himself without feeling that disgusting guilt that permeated his entire life. His mind filled with endless “if only”s of what could’ve been.

But now Dean was alone.

#destiel angst #ooh look who’s angst posting #co-written by the man himself who possesses me from time to time #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #destiel writings #supernatural #spn angst #have the ouchy ouchs and the parallels and the insane brain shit of dean and me <3 #have i got to the end of spn yet? no but will i write abt Deans guilt issues and that ending? yeah absolutely #not proofread #brain empty worddump sorry

[robotsandramblings]

remember when Omega fell into the dark crevasse and Tech didn't even hesitate and immediately jumped in after her

and then Tech fell into the foggy abyss and Omega didn't even hesitate to try and go after him... she would have immediately jumped in after him, had no one been close enough to grab her and stop her

:`)))))))))))))

#i made myself a sad #omega #tech #the bad batch #star wars #parallels #OUCH FEELS

[homeless202]

EY's reaction to finding out HJ used to steal as well when he was younger is so interesting.

How excited he was abt it:

From EY's pov, this straight A student he thought was perfect and never did a single wrong thing in his life, just confessed to having a criminal background. EY used to look down on HJ for his self-righteous and goody-two-shoes behavior. In his eyes, 'good' people like that don't last long bc they're 'sensitive' abt (in his eyes) insignificant stuff, and they often criticize and judge people like him too quickly. That's why he was so curious abt HJ and tried to figure him out, and why he pissed him off so easily. To him, it's a mystery how people like that still exist and manage survive.

One of EY's sources of frustration towards HJ was how EY thought, HJ thought, he (HJ) was better than him (EY) <- which was partially true, HJ did think "I'm miserable, but at least not as miserable as him". But HJ admitting he used to steal showed EY that HJ was not that much better than him. That he's not as stuck-up and 'holier-than-thou' than he previously thought. He had character.

After finding this out, EY gained a lot more respect for HJ. Especially after hearing his story abt how he managed to quit. HJ became a person EY could truly look up to that day.

#it's like. after hj admitted to stealing. him and ey finally were on equal footing. hj wasn't on a pedestal anymore as the good student #just a high school kid like ey. which made ey look up to him more bc: #'hey. this guy is just like me and look where he is. maybe i can get there too one day' #but ey doesn't believe he can actually get there seeing how he never planed on living past 20 #which is why he still keeps getting frustrated with him #and why HJ's words always hit hard when he fucks up -> the person you look up to tells u u can't change? ouch #THERE'S SO MUCH DEPTH HERE i think i'll pick this topic back up later in a new and more extensive post. i'll save the details for that #no home #no home manhwa #집이 없어 #webtoon #stealing arc #multipart #details #meta #eunyung baek #haejoon goh #ey hj parallels #what if i say my ability to read ey's character is bc i kin him? what then? will i become fish fodder? #i love-hate how similar our thinking patterns are