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Haunted by you | Eddie Munson

Summary | Eddie Munson's ghost is haunting the house recently occupied by Daisy Morgan. Having been deceased for years, Eddie becomes visible only to her. As she adjusts to sharing her living space with an otherworldly presence, their relationship develops into a compelling yet forbidden romance between the living and the dead. But, how could that ever truly work?

Pairing | Eddie Munson x OC

Warnings/Tags | 18+ only, Strained parent relationships with significant focus on maternal issues, Themes of feeling unwanted and abandoned are central, Cheating -though not involving Eddie Munson or the main character, alcohol and drug use, Profanity, Sexual content, and Mental health themes.

Fic Notes | This fic is set after the events of Stranger Things season 4. Seven years have passed, and everyone has moved forward since the defeat of Vecna and the closure of The Upside Down. This story won't revolve around Vecna or The Upside Down. While there might be occasional appearances by other Stranger Things characters, the narrative centers on normal life, void of supernatural plots except for Eddie's ghostly presence.

I don't have a fixed posting schedule, but I'll aim for weekly updates. I might post more frequently, but I'm keeping the dates flexible for my mental well-being. Rest assured, I won't leave this fic unfinished.

Word count | 4k

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August 1993

Embedded within our very DNA is the innate longing for maternal love and acceptance. When that love is withheld over time, our minds adapt, convincing us that we can do without it. However, a persistent yearning for that inherent love remains, a constant reminder of the void that's meant to be filled.

Even in death, Daisy’s mother couldn't find it within herself to love her daughter. Grace’s final moments weren't filled with apologies or declarations of affection for Daisy; instead, there was only a will assigning property to her.

With a chuckle, Daisy twirls the keys around her finger, amused by Grace's belief that a house could mend the chasm in her heart. It’s a testament to how detached she was from what love between a mother and child should be.

For the past six months, Daisy has been stuck in limbo, her presence tethered to this seemingly senseless house following her mother’s passing. Today, at long last, she clasps the keys in her hand—a significant stride towards ending this dreadful chapter of her life. Whether driven by resentment or anger, Daisy raises her middle finger to the sky, smiling with satisfaction as she bids farewell to Grace.

In the parking lot, a few passersby cast concerned glances her way as Daisy releases a breath. It's not just any breath; it's a sigh that unburdens her from a lifetime of pain. The ache will persist, but it no longer shackles her to Grace; now, her mother can only haunt her dreams. And she will take that as a win.

A huge smile is plastered on her face as she walks to her car and calls her realtor. The line rings twice before she hears his eager voice on the other end.

"Hello, Ms. Morgan."

"Walter, it's all set. You can move forward with putting up the for-sale sign. I'll send over the necessary paperwork soon. ” Daisy says.

"Absolutely, ma'am. Sounds great.”

“Oh, I’ve also turned on the electricity under my name while we work on getting it sold.”

“Wonderful. I'll arrange an open house for next weekend."

This house holds no appeal for her; it seems Grace hoped to tether herself to Daisy through the property. The faster it’s sold then the faster she can move on with her life.

"Thank you, and please, call me Daisy."

"Certainly," he replies apologetically.

She gives him a kind smile, almost as if he could perceive it through the phone, and says goodbye.

Music blares as Daisy speeds out of the lawyer's parking lot. Her sunglasses shield her eyes from the summer sun, her brown hair wiping in the wind, and her engagement ring glimmers brilliantly as her hand tightens on the steering wheel.

Things are finally looking up.

She planned to stop by the bridal store and try on her dress for the last fitting, but she could do that tomorrow. She just wants to relax at home with Nick and watch Pretty Woman. Maybe even recreate the bath scene, singing Prince while drowning in bubbles. That’s a perfect night.

The apartment's lights are on even though her fiancé isn't due back until seven.

"Nick?" Daisy's voice echoes through the apartment as she opens the fridge, her mind set on preparing dinner. A craving for pasta, rigatoni specifically, with grilled chicken, mushrooms, and onions fills her thoughts, her stomach voicing its approval with a rumble. Unfortunately, they are completely out of chicken and pasta. Wonderful, just wonderful.

Luckily, their apartment lies within walking distance of one of Nick's favorite Chinese restaurants. The prospect of takeout lifts Daisy's spirits as she heads to their bedroom to ask Nick if he wants his usual Kung Pao chicken.

The sound of the shower greets her before she enters the room.

"Nic—" Her words halt as her gaze falls upon the disheveled bed.

What in the world? The comforter hangs askew and pillows litter the floor in disarray. It’s an absolute mess and she could have sworn she made the bed this morning like she always does.

Before she can call Nick's name once more, noises emanate from the bathroom. Daisy cautiously pushes the bathroom door open. The sight before her is surreal: Nick and his coworker Mia are in the shower together. His hand rests on her thigh, the same hand that's wiped away Daisy's tears. His lips pressed against her neck, the same lips that proposed to Daisy. Mia's moans fill the air, reminiscent of the sounds Daisy herself has made. Her mouth goes sour at the sight.

Daisy remains rooted in place as if observing the scene from outside her body.

This can’t be happening.

Time slows as Nick becomes aware of her presence, the shower door flinging open, Mia futilely reaching for a towel, and Daisy retreating.

Nick's voice calls after her as she assembles a small bag. She can't answer, gripped by a numbing shock. The room's movements feel surreal, and Daisy navigates it like a phantom, a silent specter swallowed by her own detachment.

Pushing the front door open, the summer air snaps her back to reality as she approaches her car. Nick's voice recedes as she leaves him standing, towel wrapped around his waist and their shared future at his feet, symbolized by a single apartment key.

“Daisy!”

Betrayal is no stranger to Daisy, but it doesn't blunt the pain of misplaced trust. A sense of foolishness washes over her, as Nick held the secrets of her past, her vulnerabilities, her fears. Tonight he reinforced her sense of being an unwanted burden.

It’s too much to bear. She has to get the hell out of here.

Hawkins lies eighty miles from Indianapolis. Unintentionally, Daisy found herself heading north on Interstate 65, steering aimlessly while her thoughts were lost on autopilot. At some point during the drive, Daisy stopped for gas and picked up McDonald’s despite lacking any appetite. She mechanically consumed it, then pulled over on the highway only to throw it all up. All of this occurred while she was in a haze, unable to recall the process. She moved through these actions like a mere shell of herself. Reaching a new city without a memory of the journey ignited a surge of panic within her.

Daisy wasn’t just in Hawkins, Indiana; she found herself parked outside her mother’s house, now her very own. Mixed emotions surged within her as her hands tightened around the steering wheel, her focus unwavering on the imposing iron gate adorned with the “Morgan” insignia.

She will never admit that she'd memorized the route to her mother's house. A house she never intended to visit. It was always decided after the accident that she would never contact Grace again, but it gave Daisy a sense of control knowing where her mother was and not doing a damn thing about it.

Until now.

She would have driven to Sloan's place, relying on her childhood best friend's kindness to give her a place to stay while she figured out what to do next. Sloan had always been there, a constant pillar of support. But, tonight was not the night to ask for support. Sloan happened to be attending a significant work event with her girlfriend, Robin at her side. Months ahead of time, she had planned a stay at a luxurious hotel for this very evening. Even on a subconscious level, Daisy understood that intruding upon their special night wasn’t an option, even when her own life was unraveling at the seams.

Left with no other options, Daisy finds herself in an unexpected predicament—having to accept help from her mother, the last thing she ever wanted. Daisy understands her mother's presumed satisfaction in the afterlife, and it's a painful realization. Even though the house was hers, the idea of depending on Grace’s help for her own well-being bothered her, making her upset. She was meant to sell the home and ever step foot on the property.

It felt like her mother had won, even though the game ended when Grace died. But Daisy reminded herself that the stay isn't indefinite; it's just a temporary solution until she figures out her next step.

Her hand trembles as she inputs 0527 on the keypad. Time seems to freeze for a moment, and Daisy holds her breath. The tension snaps as the gate loudly creaks open, breaking the silence.

The driveway stretches, winding its way around towering trees and clusters of flowering bushes. Daisy remembers the land from before the house was built—a trailer park with families that got wiped out by a natural disaster in ‘86. Grace saw the chance, bought the land, and replaced the trailers with a mansion. The families from the Forest Hills were paid to leave, a deal they took because their homes were falling apart. They didn't have many options and didn't want to end up homeless. Most of them did not have insurance to take care of their homes and Grace paid more than they could ever offer.

One person with too much money took over a place that used to be home to many families. Instead of helping them rebuild, Grace paid them to go away. Daisy wonders about those families and the kids who used to play here; their laughter once echoed between the trees and now it’s silent. Hopefully, they managed to reconstruct their lives using the resources she provided.

As the sun set, its light bathed the house, creating a gentle radiance along its edges. The home stands on a grand scale, boasting windows that envelop both the lower and upper levels. Despite only being built seven years ago, Grace held a deep appreciation for history and it shows in the architecture. The Victorian-style home was crafted in a manner that exudes the aura of centuries past.

The focal point, the entryway, is crowned with two grand wooden front doors, standing tall and imposing, their well-worn elegance inviting all who visit. Ironically, Daisy can only assume that visitors to the house were few and far between during Grace's time.

Effortlessly, the key slipped into the lock, and upon entering, Daisy’s bag dropped onto the wooden floors, the sound reverberating through the expansive, vacant house.

"Hello?" Daisy's voice echoed through the space, although she knew well that no one would answer.

Still, she waited for a reply that never came—only the structural creaks and the soft hum of air circulating through the vents persisted. It was eerie, but at least she was not on the streets and the house itself was undeniably beautiful and fully furnished. Daisy had to admit that Grace possessed a talent for home decor. An artist at heart, Grace's creative vision shone through, not just in her painted canvases but also in the ambiance of her house.

Daisy admired the exquisite crown moldings that decorate the ceilings, intricate panels adorn the walls, and ornate chandeliers cast a warm, gentle glow. It was inviting even if she didn’t feel welcome.

Stained glass windows, with their kaleidoscope of hues, scatter fragments of sunset light. The grand staircase, an artful masterpiece that anchors the foyer, leads to the upper floor, its handcrafted banisters a tangible testament to the commitment to the minutiae.

All of it was stunning. It’s hard to believe that Grace was living in this while Daisy endured nights on a couch, lacking a proper bedroom, in a family that seemed indifferent to her presence.

She debated unpacking her bag but was overwhelmed by the day's events. She wanted to take the edge off, to forget. She figured Grace might have left some wine in the kitchen. Grace was rarely without alcohol nearby.

The kitchen was pristine. The house staff, paid ahead of time, had maintained the house and yard even after her death. They hoped to impress a new owner. Daisy wondered what they'd think when they saw the for sale sign at the end of the weekend. She couldn't worry about that now; it might push her over the edge with all that’s on her mind.

Daisy tossed half-empty wine bottles into the trash and found a corked bottle on the rack. She wiped the dust off a Pinot Noir named Goldeneye.

Never heard of it, but it’ll do.

“Aha,” Daisy muttered with satisfaction as the cork popped.

Holding the bottle, she walked to the living room. Taking a hefty sip, she hoped the wine would numb her. The smoky black cherry flavor lingered on her tongue. The house was quiet. Daisy kicked off her shoes, drank some more, and collapsed onto the couch.

"Fuck," Daisy muttered, looking around at her situation. Emotions surged, and she used the wine to drown them.

“Fuck!” She shouts into the emptiness, fighting tears.

Amidst denial and disbelief, laughter bubbled up, an unexpected reaction to her turmoil. Could this really be happening? Maybe it was a terrible nightmare, and she'd wake up soon. She gulped down more wine, trying to steady herself. She pinched her arm, in a desperate attempt to wake up, but the pain was real. She choked back a sob with alcohol.

No, Daisy told herself, forcing herself off the couch. Sulking wasn't the solution. What did she need now? Besides wine, music. Daisy searches the living room and it doesn’t take long for her eyes to spot the record player sitting pretty on the oak table behind the couch. The vinyls are displayed perfectly on a shelf. Daisy’s fingers brush the stack until she comes across Tell Mama by Etta James.

With steady hands, Daisy placed the needle down in the record, and the resulting music gently cradled her frayed nerves. She’s thankful she paid to have the electricity turned on or she would have been sitting in the dark.

For the first time in hours, a smile graced her lips as she raised the half-empty bottle, playfully spinning around the room.

“Sing it, Etta,”

The house came alive with echoes of the music. It felt different, there was a shift in the air.

But a sudden whiff of smoke caught her attention, and she slowed down. She frowned, puzzled.

Was that the smell of cigarettes?

It couldn't be. Chalking it up to the wine's effect, Daisy walked to the window and opened it, welcoming a draft of fresh air. She was beginning to feel hot and that was a sign that she’s had too much too quickly.

Examining the bottle in her hand, she was met with a shocking sight that widened her eyes—within its brown-tinted glass, a man leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

The sight paralyzed her momentarily, her scream of terror overpowering the music before the bottle crashed to the floor.

Dizziness engulfs the room, and she clings to the couch for stability. Her gaze shifts to the spilled wine staining the wooden floor, and then swiftly looks up to find the man.

But, he's gone.

"Who's there?!" Daisy's voice trembles as she retreats toward the kitchen, tripping over her own feet in her haste.

The music persists, accompanied by the lingering scent of smoke. Daisy snatches the phone off the hook, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she struggles to dial 911.

"Get out now! I'm calling the police!" Daisy's voice wavers as she shouts, her unease palpable.

As she waits for the line to ring, Daisy stretches the phone cord to its limit as she reaches for a kitchen knife.

There is no ringing. The line is dead.

Daisy's heart sinks, and her face slumps as she presses the numbers again in frustration.

No. She forgot to set up a new landline under her name.

“No!” Daisy's exclamation filled the room.

A voice emerged from behind Daisy, “You can see me?”

Daisy spun around, stumbling backward. The same man stood over her with a confused look—a figure both captivating and haunting.

He was taller than Daisy, lean and lanky in build. His dark, tousled curly hair framed his face, the locks falling gracefully over his forehead and partially obscuring his eyes. Those deep brown eyes gazed down at Daisy with curiosity.

“Get back!” Her knife trembled as it rose toward him. “Get out of my house!”

His lips curled up as he leaned down, his face mere inches from the knife's tip. His gaze shifted from the knife to Daisy's widened eyes.

“You’re in my house, sweetheart.”

Without hesitation, Daisy thrust the knife into his neck.

A gasp escapes her lips as she realizes what she had just done.

But there is no blood, no cry of pain from him. The knife left no mark.

The man straightened, appearing unaffected and unperturbed. His fingers brush over his neck, and he examined them. A laugh erupted from him as he confirmed his lack of harm. The sound of his laughter startles Daisy. She struggles to comprehend how the knife had passed through him as if he were air.

“Impressive, but you have to try harder than that,” He remarked.

Daisy recoiled, her veins flooded with an icy rush, as he moved through her and vanished.

Through her... he had walked through her as if he were the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.

What the actual fuck is going on?

Gasping for air, Daisy struggles to catch her breath, her attempt to regain composure falling short. Her chest feels constricted, as though it might collapse under the weight of her racing heart, while her head continues to spin with disorientation.

This is it. She’s going to die.

In the same house as Grace? Hell no. The thought of that alone has Daisy scrambling to her feet.

Her eyes dart around, and he is nowhere to be found. A surge of adrenaline has her running to the front door. There is a phone in her car. She just needs to make it there and call 911. I’ve got this, she thought.

Daisy didn’t turn around once she made it out the door. She’s seen too many scary movies and they never survive when they slow down to check their back.

She closes the car door with a strong thud, locking it forcefully. Her phone is in the glove compartment, rarely used. It’s a new addition, and she isn't entirely used to having a phone on the go.

With shaky fingers, she dials 911. The operator's voice on the other end is a lifeline, reassuring and guiding her. The calm instructions provided a semblance of order amidst the panic that threatened to engulf her.

Dispatch is en route to her location and that helped Daisy breathe a little easier. Following the operator's directions, Daisy remained in the safety of her car.

She settled into the driver's seat, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the intruder who had shattered her sense of security while she waited for the police to arrive. The absence of the man did little to quell her unease; if anything, the tension remained palpable, coiled within her like a tightly wound spring.

Time seemed to stretch as she waited, every passing second laden with apprehension.

The flashing lights of the approaching police vehicles pierced the darkness, casting an eerie glow on the scene. Relief mingled with lingering fear as Daisy watched the law enforcement officers spring into action. Even though the immediate threat might have dissipated, the aftershocks of the intrusion still reverberated through her, leaving her on edge.

As the officers began their investigation, Daisy recounted the harrowing encounter, her voice shaky but resolute. She cooperated with their questioning, hoping that their presence would help dispel the lingering shadows that had taken hold of her mind.

However, the man who had broken into her home remained elusive. Even though the immediate danger had passed, Daisy couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched, which kept her on edge.

As the investigation reached its conclusion, Daisy's version of events started to unravel. No signs of forced entry, no trace of an intruder—her story seemed to be falling apart.

Doubt crept in, exacerbated by the officers' questioning of her sobriety due to the spilled wine and the discarded bottles. Frustration surged within her. They didn’t believe her. Of course they didn’t.

Internally, Daisy wrestled with the wild scenarios her mind had conjured in the heat of panic, like the memory of stabbing the man who simply walked away unharmed and how he disappeared in thin air. She kept these details to herself, focusing on the central truth: she had indeed seen a man, an intruder.

“Perhaps the alcohol took its toll and played tricks on your perception. We've all been there before, Ma’am. It's understandable,” the officer offered, his tone laced with a well-intentioned reassurance.

“No, that's not what happened!” Daisy's frustration surged forth. Her voice held a mixture of anger and determination. “I had maybe half a bottle. I’m not intoxicated. I saw a man, and he was in my house.”

A glance exchanged between the officers told Daisy all that she needed to know, and now her patience is wearing thin.

This day had tested her resilience. Her emotions teetered on the edge of tears, a precipice she was desperate to avoid.

Hold it together, Daisy. Tears will only add to their assumption that you’re insane.

“We're here to help, Ms. Morgan. Let us accompany you inside,” The officer suggested kindly. “It's getting late and about to rain.”

Walking back inside, Daisy's thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and vulnerability. As she stepped in, the house no longer felt safe. The officers' presence was comforting, yet it couldn't hide the truth: Her space had been invaded, not just by a stranger but also by doubts that made her question her reality.

“We've checked your home thoroughly. There is no one here. I can promise you that. Now, If you come across anything else suspicious or unusual then give me a call. Here is my card.”

The officer hands over the card, offering well wishes for the evening, then heads towards their car and drives away.

Daisy lingers in the doorway as rain begins to fall. She wonders if she’s losing her sanity—could she have imagined everything? Doubt sneaks into her thoughts like an unwelcome intruder, picking at her beliefs. Yet, the uncomfortable sensation in her gut persists, a reminder that things aren’t right. Her emotions converge, forming a bubble of anger in her chest. She’s tired of looking like a fool.

With a forceful slam, the door shuts behind Daisy as she enters the living room, her steps heavy and furious. She scans the room, finding it empty and shrouded in silence. The music has stopped, leaving only the wine stains as the only reminder. She scowls, her eyes fixed on the red-stained wood.

“Where are you?” Daisy’s voice reverberates through the room in a shout.

No response.

“Show yourself! I know you’re here.”

Silence. Total silence. Daisy’s face glistens with dampness, and she wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand. The tears, once contained, now break free like a dam bursting open.

Daisy pulls out her cell phone, her vision blurred by tears and sobs catching in her throat. With shaky fingers, she dials ten digits, and amidst the ringing, she eases down the wall, finding herself on the floor. Even though she doesn’t expect an answer, hearing Sloan’s voicemail gives her a small sense of comfort.

“Yeah, you reached Sloan. Leave a message and maybe I’ll get back to you.”

A loud beep sounds, and Daisy takes a moment to collect herself. “Sloan,” her voice quivers, “I need you. Please call me back when you can.”

Daisy draws her knees close to her chest, enveloping them with her arms as she lowers her head. This, she acknowledges, is her lowest point. Here it is, the culmination of losing her fiancé and her sanity, all within a single night.

Daisy’s attention is grabbed by a heavy sigh, causing her to look up. Everything in her freezes. There he sits, on the counter’s edge opposite her, absently twisting the ring on his finger.

“You know, there’s something about a girl crying,” he murmurs, drawing a breath before slapping a hand over his chest, “It just tears me up.”

Though his words carry a genuine tone, his eyes hold an elusive expression she can’t quite place. Daisy remains frozen, her gaze locked on him.

Their eyes meet, and he speaks softly, “You’re killing me, Daisy. And I’m already dead.”

Chapter two coming soon

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thy-spicy-orange · 1 year

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At long last, my analysis on the down fall of the cartooning industry.

Cartoons have long been a medium of storytelling for all ages. You’ve got things ranging from Dora the Explorer to Family Guy.

And you’ve got all the in between’s that (while not rated for all ages) everyone can watch. Like Miraculous and The Owl House.

Cartoons (or animated series) as a whole have always been made for everyone. The use of beautiful and fluid animation is a great way to draw in viewers and get them engaged. And then in most cases, the plot comes through and gets viewers hook, line, and sinker.

Unfortunately as this form of storytelling gains popularity, the stigma around it continues to grow. That stigma being that Cartoons or animated series are only for children.

The idea surrounding that stigma is false. You wouldn’t let a child watch shows like Family Guy or South Park or even Camp Camp. And those are cartoons.

With the rise of more child friendly cartoons though, the misconception continues to rise as well.

The most prominent example of this in the Modern Animation Era? The Owl House.

Despite the creator, Dana Terrace herself, tweeting about her target audience for this show, many still believe that this show is for kids only.

This was only proven false though when Kids weren’t tuning in though. In fact, a majority of Owl House fans consisted of people ages 13-25. Not the audience Disney expected.

Unfortunately it wasn’t the audience they wanted either. In 2021 Disney announced it would be canceling the show and shortening its third and final season into three, hour-long specials.

A lot of Fans (and even the creator herself) speculate it has to do with Homophobia seeing as the show featured Disneys first WLW/ Sapphic couple in a children’s cartoon. And while I think that definitely contributed to their decision, I think there’s a bit more to it than that.

The Owl House, from the get go, set itself apart from other Disney Series. It jumped in with its darker concepts and art styles. The color pallet was different from Disney’s typical pastels. The character was relatable to audiences and portrayed the struggles of growing up different and weird.

Then, after a good Season 1 A, the second half came in. Here’s when the plot developed. This is where I believe Disney began to have problems with it.

Because of the complicated storyline and development of actual plot they couldn’t just air it on the Disney Channel on cable.

Which means they couldn’t get children to sit still and watch when it was on. Which means less people watched the Disney Cable channel.

Essentially what is happening is Disney as well as other streaming and Cable services are “kidyfying” Animation to make it cable worthy for children.

Hence The Owl House “not fitting their brand” and being cancelled while shows like Big City Greene and The Loud House have been, and traditionally are, aloud to run for multiple seasons one after another.

And shows like Infinity Train and The Owl House get cancelled or shortened.

I believe the act of doing this will truly be the downfall of the cartoon industry.

By reducing cartoons and animation to be kids only your depleting 75% of your audience. The 75% that is able to go out and buy mercy or go to see movies produced about the shows or convince adults to continue paying for services to watch these shows.

They’re killing their biggest sources of revenue and with it killing one of the greatest forms of story telling through television.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #toh #the owl house #infinity train #shera netflix #over the garden wall #amphiba #gravity falls #cartoons #animation #winx club

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analogskullerosis · 6 months

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Also, Timothy Dalton truly just knocks it out of the park every time he appears on the show. He's such a magnificent bastard who knows how to play Niles Caulder as an irredeemable piece of shit, but also endearing and charming enough that I do care about the guy and just love whenever he shows up. He's a great example of how to do an imperfect but still morally decent character. His talk with Old!Jane to help her solve her puzzle and his genuinely trying to understand why this hulking robot is pissed off at him showed that he isn't always the giant bastard the characters are haunted by and make him out to be. Even though he has shitty and smug moments (berating Laura at the bureau, calling himself a goddamn genius after getting a good look at Cliff) Dalton plays it so well that he's simply captivating regardless of which Niles he is at the moment. He always found a good balance with his version of Caulder and I think the comics sometimes tended to lean too far into making him and "apathetic asshole." He's just as flawed and fucked up as the Doom Patrol can be, he just had more power/connections/desire to be MORE than all of them combined. But much like the Doom Patrol, he did spend his last days with them trying to help and make up for the terrible things he had done. Shitheel or not, he at least owned up to his actions and did his best to help his victims find peace. A guy who lets you eat his disembodied head to cure your zombieism can't be all bad, right?

He's a wonderfully flawed character and I think it's Dalton's performance that was a key factor in why it was hard to fully hate him throughout the series. It's easy to play a straight villain and easy to play a straight hero, but a complicated, morally grey character is a taller order. He's so important to how the show develops past the first season that I think if he wasn't as good as he was, the entire show would've fallen apart. You needed him to be this really complicated guy with tough relationships to the main characters so that he can somehow still haunt the Doom Patrol even long after he's gone.

I was so happy to see Dalton in the role one more time before the final episode.

#original post #doom patrol #doom patrol spoilers

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animaniacs16 · 3 months

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I was a bit iffy about episodes six and seven of the Percy Jackson series, but episode eight is truly phenomenal!!

It makes Percy’s fight for the gods more believable, and makes Poseidon so much better of a father than he was in the books!

Read below for more detailed thoughts on it:

To start, I do think the Ares fight was a bit too short and didn’t show Percy’s power enough, but maybe they’re saving it for future seasons. I was expecting a hurricane, rather than just one tidal wave. I did, however, like how they showed a little bit more of the gods as Gods rather than just adults, such as Ares turning into his godly form, and Zeus’ bolt and Poseidon saving Percy.

That whole scene with Percy, Poseidon, and Zeus was absolutely incredible. It’s such a terrible shame that we’ve lost Lance Reddick, because he was a phenomenally terrifying Zeus. Toby Stephens, like literally everyone else in the show, is perfectly cast, and even though looks aren’t a facet in this series you can see the family resemblance- it really looks like he and Sally are Percy’s parents. Poseidon has so much more pathos than he does in the original series and he does truly care for his kid- that conversation started STRAIGHT OUT of the books, and the added dialogue was heartbreaking and heartwarming all at once. Poor Percy :( Poseidon, unlike the books, seems to truly go to bat for his son and stand behind him rather than vaguely supporting him.

That contrast really strengthens the scene where Percy figures out that Luke is working with Kronos- I like that Luke still trying to convince Percy to join him. However, Percy has seen that, although yes, the gods are petty and mean and treat humans like insects, they can also truly be kind and caring. Sidenote, the fireworks were absolutely PERFECT as a backdrop to that whole scene, and I love that they had Annabeth eavesdropping because it had to hit her hard. Also Backbiter being able to make portals is a good way to explain how Luke is everywhere in the books lol

I also really like this episode was so Percy centered, although I love love love the trio it was great to see Percy’s story, because after all, it’s his journey. He’s stubborn, he’s loyal to a fault, he’s courageous, he’s smart, he loves his mother, and he always does what he believes is right, and THAT is Percy Jackson.

And after all of it, it comes back to Percy and Sally. Percy has always been devoted to his mother, and I’m so glad that we got those scenes of them at the end. Sally is awesome- although she didn’t end up committing murder like she did in the original season and yet Gabe still ended up as a statue lol

I find it interesting how they’re going with Annabeth and this sheltered angle in the show- in the books she had seen movies before- she had seen “Roman Holiday” and I’m sure she knew what a theme park was so for her to not know what Disneyland is was interesting. However, one of my previous complaints was that the trio couldn’t just be kids in the Lotus Casino episode, so when Percy told Annabeth to just focus on being a kid, that made me happy because that’s what I wanted for them in the first place cause these are only 12-year-olds. Also, the searchers’ license being a flower was awesome.

I also selfishly do wish we got a little bit more between Percy fighting Luke and the end of the summer- did Percy just avoid Clarisse? It probably isn’t like him to apologize (Altho he did apologize after swiping Luke who was trying to KILL HIM to be fair). I also don’t really agree with Percy passing the deadlinex because I think it would’ve been just as impactful if they were still gathering forces for the war before the deadline and it still happens like it did, however, it was interesting to see Mount Olympus, deserted, except for Zeus, because everyone was preparing for war.

I can’t believe this book series that I’ve adored since I was a kid is finally being brought to life in such a wonderful manner! While not perfect, this is a phenomenal adaptation and I’m so happy that so many kids and people get to experience this wonderful series for the first time. It is fundamentally different from the book, but the underlying message and morals are still the same and that’s what really matters. Thank you to the whole cast and crew for this amazing show!

#pjotv #Percy Jackson #percy jackson disney+#sally jackson #annabeth chase #ares #Zeus #Poseidon #Luke castellan #Percy Jackson tv show #rrverse #my post #a16posts #LONG post

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hccn-overseer · 4 months

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Issue 33, 12/27/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

As Hermitcraft Season 9 has come to a close last week, our citizens are also wrapping up their business in preparation to the move to a new world. We have seen many of the Hermits already leave to take a hiatus before the new Season and the new year (aside from Impulse, the mad lad). Thus, we have brought a couple of recaps of the amazing creations brought on by the Hermits this season. Hope you enjoy!

The Wondrous World of Scarland

By Azure

This year, we saw the construction of Scarland, thanks to the creative mind of Goodtimeswithscar. For him, Scarland has been a longtime dream, and it’s amazing to see his vision take place. After completing his Elven Village, he soon began construction on the theme park. Opening to the public on August 25th 2023, Scarland is one of the most magical places on Hermitcraft.

Starting on June 20th 2022, Main Street was the first area to be completed. As you enter, you’ll see a statue of Goodtimeswithscar himself and Queen Jellie, holding hands and standing proudly as they welcome visitors into Scarland. The Main Street also serves as the first stop for Scarland’s trolley system, and is home to stunning shops and carts where visitors may purchase snacks, posters and even their very own pair of Jellie ears, amongst other things. Most notably, it is home to the Scarland Hotel, and the official hOtguY HQ! Many of the buildings were inspired by different styles of architecture, and the final stores were completed.

Continuing down Main Street, we arrive at the Castle of Scarland. This magical castle is where Scarlands nightly firework shows take place in a dazzling display of color. During the day, it’s just as magical, with its towers on full display, reaching for the sky! It is truly a sight to behold, reminiscent of a fairy tale come to life.

Most recently, Adventureland cleared its vines to welcome its first visitors! Featuring an awe-inspiring volcano that towers over even the Scarland Castle, the jungle is home to the beloved Ellie the Elephant, beautiful jungle landscapes and more.

Scarland truly is a magical place, and though it will never truly be complete, we are amazed by how far it’s come.

Now onto other news under the cut!

Geminitay, Geminislay, Gem the Great

By Roo

Gem Geminitay is wrapping up this season with a total of 34 videos as of the writing of this article, and every single one is a joy from beginning to end.

She began the season with her house in a tree, sparking the elven vibe for the season. She continued this with an archer statue, before taking on the large project of draining an ocean monument and turning this into a farm.

However, we must mention the iconic trio of this season- or, at least, one of them. In the very first episode, Pearl, Impulse, and Gem grouped up to raid a woodland mansion first thing, armed only with shoddy tools and nothing to eat but soup, earning their name- Soup Group.

Soup Group quickly became inseparable, building their megabases as close as hermitly possible, which is to say, with Gem on top of a mountain and Impulse inside it, Pearl across the river. Of course, with the rise of Ren the King, Soup Group took an entirely different approach, quickly becoming anarchists.

This entire time, Gem’s megabase was quickly growing. With the completion of her prismarine farm, Gem could continue her plans, even going so far as to work a mob farm into her base.

Said base quickly shifted from its original elven plans, with the addition of a head room in Gem’s basement, which gave Geminislay a chance to shine. Geminislay got yet another chance to shine at the challenge of Grian’s frog, Champ, who she defeated easily.

Her neighbors contributed to the building of her megabase as well, from proposing messaging systems, to building a redstone smiley face (quickly dubbed McKenzie) in the side of her wall.

The Soup Group did other things, though- Gem participated in the breaking and entering of King Ren’s vault, contributing her amazing PvP skills, no doubt collecting heads for her head room.

After the excitement of all that, Gem completed her megabase, and added a custom taiga biome to the surrounding area, adding countless details and custom trees.

The biome wasn’t the only tree in Gem’s plans- the top of her elven megabase was given a magnificent cherry tree, surpassing her starter treehouse by approximately 284* times its size.

With the addition of the tree, Gem moved on to the inside of the megabase, adding cozy libraries, sitting rooms, and dining rooms, which were quickly house warmed by a visit from Gem’s neighbors, and they broke in the new dining room with a round of soup.

Of course, Geminislay made yet another visit, absolutely demolishing Etho in countless rounds of PvP, making Gem the official holder of the most Etho heads ever.**

And then Decked Out started- giving Gem a lovely opportunity to use her PvP skills against ravagers, wardens, and- wait, the dungeon itself? Please don’t fight the dungeon, the dungeon master will not be happy.

Gem also spent time working on her village down by the sea, redoing many houses, making docks, and building statues. In most circumstances, Gem’s elven village would be voted safest place to live on Hermitcraft, but given the *ahem* murderous tendencies of the local Hermit, it may not be safe if you challenge Gem to a duel.

This article cannot sum up how truly impressive the things that Gem has built and accomplished are, and we at the news office can’t recommend that you all go check out Gem’s videos for yourselves. Despite this only being her second season, it’s impossible to imagine a Hermitcraft without her.

Grian Summed Up

by: Mateo!

Grian’s Hermitcraft Season 9 was established in the very beginning as a season rooted in nostalgia— evidenced by references to prior seasons through things like the designs on Dwayne, Grian’s megabase, the return of Grumbot, or a Hippie Bit.

The season started out with the creation of The Entity, which used the idea that everything sold at The Entity would have a visible indicator on the exterior of the shop like wood (a tree) and copper (stolen half of a water wheel from Grian’s starter base). Next there was a large farm dedicated to trading with villagers, then the creation of the Rift, established earlier as having tasted like grapes and battery acid. The Diamond Ore Race occured, then the Entity grew legs and moved, preparing the way for the megabase

Dwayne, Grian’s megabase of giant rocks both balanced against each other on the ground and floating in the air, had several buildings on it that resembled the architecture and color palette of his Season 8 megabase, as well as farms in several floating rocks, a broken bridge leading to Mumbo Jumbo’s vault, the entrance to the Rift and eventually, a rock dedicated to Resisting Creating A Resistance when Ren took over as king of the server.

Next came the reappearance of everyone's favorite Hermitcraft Robot. Grumbot was a big help in generating content, although he did seem to have a concerning habit of threatening the world if Mumbo wasn’t there.

More buildings were added to Dwayne, with the back of the base unfinished as per the norm, more content was generated by Grumbot (a prank involving the one and only GoodTimesWithScar, his obstacle course, and a charged creeper), and Grian assisted Gem and Impulse in their resistance against King Ren, therefore not directly creating a resistance.

Then… the Rift allowed many of the hermits, including Grian, as well as Grumbot, to visit their friends in the Empires SMP. Grian and Cub collaborated to create a machine that shrunk the Hermits to ‘hermit-sized’, and the entire hermit ensemble created Hermitopia as their temporary home in the other server. Fun was had, like a tea party under the bedrock while sitting on llamas, and LORE! was dropped. Eventually, the hermits made their way back to Hermitcraft but not before several of the Empires players came through the Rift.

The Secret Santa occured, giving Pearl the chance to organize Grian’s chest monster on a time limit, and the Empires friends had to return to their server. A new development with the water highways made transportation faster and led to the iconic Grian Cackles™ as the chaos unfolded.

The Incident, however, was a large change in pace. Grian and Scar messed up Doc’s world eater in a fabulous moment of miscommunication and double clicking a button, which led to the subsequent ban of the two from the Perimeter and the retaliation to the ban as Poultry Man and Hot Guy filled the Perimeter with chickens and created Lag Central. Hippies returned after this, as Mumbo, Scar, and Grian decided that Doc’s daily and nightly messages that ‘This is Doc’s world, you just live in it’ were annoying and needed changing.

The Buttercups, the hippies, created a camp on the edge of the Perimeter and several lovely design elements— ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ in yellow cursive on the side of the wall and a lovely cherry bonsai in a large pot that housed some giant robots that battled Doc and Ren’s robots, which generally caused destruction and chaos and laughter. The Buttercups also completed a monumental task in which they covered the entire surface of the perimeter AND terraformed it, which is a lot of time and a lot of blocks.

There were moments of hilarity strewn throughout the season as with the continuous back-and-forth of hermits messing with each other's copper as it aged, leading to instances like ‘sub[scribe to] scar’ and a large amogus, as well as the secret fools day that had Grian bringing back the infinity room to prank Impulse and Doc unleashing an unholy amount of ghasts upon the main starter base area and Grian and Scar, who were present at the time. The challenge of opening Mumbo’s vault, the trap of which Grian fell for every time and ultimately led to nothing; the episode where sand, gravel, concrete powder, or anvils falling all kicked Grian off of Minecraft; the chaos of Ren’s final day as King and hermits had to face Grian’s challenge, a very easy quiz; Hermits staging an intervention to get Grian to finish the back of his base; The Incident; the return of Decked Out, Grian’s iron golem experimentation room, and every Hermit’s addiction to playing the game.

The season ended with a long episode in which Grian wrapped up loose ends and left lovely messages to each individual hermit, including the sorely-missed TFC. We hope he returns again next season, and hope Season 10 is as fun as every season before has been.

Fun and Games

This week's fun and games are brought to you by Rookie! We have a wonderfully cute Scar coloring page for the festive season!

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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I wanna say hi to you and the lovely annons and that I hope your day is going well.

🙄⚠️☺️ these are my 3 emojis all I ask is that you make the reader snarky I'm in a mood today lol 🤣

Ps.

Also when you start starwars I hope you get the chance to watch the mandolorian. I love him and if could Mary any character it would be between him and the moon boys. Okay sails out ✌️

heeey love, it’s always a pleasure seeing you in my inbox 🥰 and hehe the mandolorian is def on my watchlist, can’t wait to get to that show :)

anyway, hope you like this one!

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: angy reader, but dw it’s fluffy!

“Come on, babe. I said I was sorry! If I had known that you’d be this upset about it, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Marc’s statement is met with a sly roll of your eyes, followed by a grumbled huff in agitation. You’d been in such a great mood before all of this. The weather today had been clear and sunny; you found a nice parking spot right in front of your office. Lunch was delicious, and you were looking forward to coming home to your fiancé and watching your favorite show's season finale together.

But things soured for you when you stepped inside the flat, catching Marc lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table as closing credits run on the television screen. You had recognized the theme song in a split second, realizing that he’d seen the much-anticipated episode in your absence, which he’d adamantly promised not to do.

“Gosh, Marc. You couldn’t wait, huh?” you mutter, irritated at the way he’s chuckling under his breath as if this is the funniest thing in the world. “If you can’t keep your simple promise to wait for me until I get home so that we can watch our show together, how am I supposed to believe that you’ll promise to love me forever?”

You lift your left hand and point at the shimmering diamond ring on your finger for dramatic effect. That’s when the laughter stops.

Got him.

Marc pushes himself off the sofa and makes quick strides across the room. You cross your arms against your chest when he finally reaches you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I have no excuse as to why I didn’t wait. None,” Marc tells you, pressing soft kisses all around your face as you maintain the displeased expression covering your features. “But please forgive me. I love you, okay? I love you, I love you, I will forever love you. I’ll watch the finale with you again and won’t spoil anything, promise.”

“Promises, promises…” you mumble sarcastically. Even though much of the initial anger and annoyance has passed, you quite like poking fun at Marc, who’s willing to do just about anything and everything for you now. “Hmm, I don’t think I can ever believe a word that comes out of your mouth again.”

He lets out a heavy exhale, and you bite back the amused giggle rising from your chest. Marc looks absolutely defeated, apologetic. His dark brown eyes show regret while they plead for your forgiveness.

A smirk curls at your lips as you breathe out a resigned sigh. “Fine, you’re alright, Marc. I forgive you, but don’t think I’ll allow something like this to slide easily next time.”

“I swear, I won’t do it again. I just got curious, you know? But that doesn’t matter now. Go shower and change; I’ll run downstairs and buy you a tub of that ice cream you like from the convenience store, my treat.”

Marc lays one more kiss on your lips, then swiftly rushes out of the apartment, leaving you to shake your head at how much you truly love this man.

#asks #vermillionsails #marc spector x reader #marc spector #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac x reader

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pomegranate · 10 months

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besides mash, what are your favorite tv shows?

ahhhh gosh this is a BIG question, I think I’ve been into TV over the course of my life far more than I’ve been into anything else. off the top of my head, though,

The Simpsons - seasons 1-11 or so, kind of formed my pop culture knowledge as a kid

Kids In The Hall - truly formative as well & impacted my brain in a lasting way. I don’t know how to explain better than that, but I can link sketches for people to watch, if that will help

MST3K - original, I never watched the reboot SORRY

Doctor Who - mainly everything pre-Eleventh Doctor Clara seasons

Parks & Rec 1 it prob hasn’t aged super well but it aired at a perfect time for me, as a budding comedy nerd. also Harris. 💓

Abbott Elementary - SO fucking funny and sweet and a great evolution of the mockumentary style that Parks & Rec/The Office started with

Yellowjackets - sometimes the modern plotlines are a lil slow for me but I fucking love this show. girls being fucked up. YEAH

The Other Two - I raved about this a lot and then it got cancelled and while it appears that the showrunners were perhaps a bit too much like the two main siblings, it’s a comedy masterpiece. I really wish it had a wider audience. The finale was perfect.

Pushing Daisies/Dead Like Me/Wonderfalls - a triple threat! I do love Bryan Fuller but I will never watch Hannibal bc it’s too violent for me.

Andor - listen, I know Star Wars stuff has been overdone but Andor is a genuine masterpiece. The acting and the writing is so brilliant that it barely even feels like Star Wars (I love SW please don’t come at me but even SW fans know how bad SW can be and Andor is everything that SW should be)

There are more but I’ve spent a LONG TIME on this already so I’m going to leave it here!

#anonymous #asks #ask meme #THANK YOU sorry this took me so long

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jagged--dust-jacket-analysis · 9 months