In the end, there wasn’t much left of Steve Harrington. No will, of course (because what nineteen year old would write one, even if he knew he was bones walking) but then again, no relatives showed up to sweep it all away.
So when the last of the red was draining from the sky, a ragged collection of teens (but no Robin, never again, because how would there ever be a world with Robin but no Steve) let themselves in with a spare key. Slipped into a hand years ago, one of countless moments. They didn’t glance at the rest of the house, because Steve may have finally filled it with people and joy, but he could never make it his. They climbed the stairs in silence, exhaustion and grief, and pulled open the door.
“God, that plaid’s still awful,” said Nancy, cracking into the silence. And it felt wrong, to be laughing in the room of a dead man, but they could do nothing else.
Taking sobering breaths, wiping tears from eyes and cheeks (joy and sadness and unidentifiable bittersweetness) they begin to spread throughout. Dustin unearthed the spare nailbat from beneath the bed and held it close, heedless of the nails. A high school diploma, a second sailor’s uniform (“for Robin?” “Yeah. For Robin.”), an album full of photos of the kids. But in the end there was a pile on the bed that seemed so so small to be all that was left of a person.
And they piled into the beemer, more people than it was ever supposed to hold, for one last time. And a house in Loch Nora lost the last bit of its light.
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The novelisation of the Phantom Menace has made me so incredibly sad, where little Anakin sees an injured Tusken and decides to disobey Watto to sit by the Raider until he wakes up. Anakin has such a deep, loving heart that he was willing to suffer the consequences of disobedience to make sure a Tusken Raider would be safe, a being he was taught all his life were brutal and cruel. And in this chapter, Anakin admits that the only thing that truly scares him, is of losing his mother. That juxtaposition, that note of I will care for this creature to I fear losing my mother, put so much more weight onto AOTC, and of Anakin's rage. He broke, and he lost himself to his rage. When faced with what he did, he rages against the world and his actions, before breaking down into further sobs at the loss of his mother and the actions he made. His worst fear was realised, and he became the monster that everyone claimed the Tuskens to be.
It'll be interesting to read the AOTC novelisation, to see if this scene is ever called back to. I just find it interesting, and further showcases the depths of Anakin's feelings and compassion, as well as the pitfalls that such strong emotions come with. For if you feel compassion and love as deeply as Anakin does, so will you feel the destructive nature of all of your rage. And that, that is Anakin's biggest weakness; he feels too strongly to ever truly control it.
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Every night where i think about the Qsmp, is a night where i fantasize in an alternate universe, SAD-ist, makes a suprise animatic based on it and then everyone in the world will literally flip out and explode from sheer excitement-
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I know it just begun, but what's your favorite submission so far?
Well, first of all, I'd like to share some statistics.
There have been 20 submissions so far, for 16 different characters, of which 3 are Strawhats (which kinda surprised me).
The funniest and most surprising submission was this one though 😂
Also, I'd like to mention these two (probably not by the same person 😂):
The last one especially because no one even submitted Doffy yet (bet that's about to change though)
Also, special mention to this submission for not reading the rules at all 😂
And for the short, but to the point explaination.
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AH I REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY EARLIER but it's kind of stupid, lmao.
So my partner is getting into brewing beer and I got them a Tilt, which is a Bluetooth hydrometer. It measures specific gravity and temperature, which are things you want to know so that you don't kill your yeast or whatever. Except the sensor's Bluetooth range is super short, and it basically runs via a phone app, and the temperature we're logging currently is the crawlspace, accessible via the staircase closet. So they were like, wait, what do we do about this, because I can't leave my phone in the closet, that's my alarm clock.
In a kind of ridiculous turn of life imitating art, I was like, hold up, I got just the thing right at my desk. Bam. Old phone. We just needed to scrounge up a charger because the battery is so dead that after charging just enough to power on it claimed it was at 53% (to be fair to it, there is a very real chance that it's correct, and it just holds no charge at this point so the capacity is just THAT low) and now it lives in the closet logging sensor data.
And I was like, you know...didn't I just solve a major story detail with a much larger version of this...yeah, no, this is all vaguely familiar somehow, power supply issues and all. Kind of cool that the concept works though. Kind of weird that it came up at all?
We are not gonna talk about the fact that I still have at least two more ancient-ass phones in a drawer where that came from because look, man, sometimes you just need a camera/mic/mini computer with Bluetooth and wifi that fits in a pocket, and people just get rid of these things, but not me. I actually could build a shitty security system out of them if I was reaaaally inclined. I mean. I'm not. But it's technically possible.
For real though, If I pick up any stupid maker projects I still high-key am thinking about slapping Bluetooth into a necomimi headset and running that through an Arduino and learning to code just enough to let me skip songs/change the volume on Spotify with my brain, because it's entirely doable, and I mean yeah I could do that on my phone remotely too, but that's not funny, now, is it. I'm just not sure it's $350+ of parts funny. Kind of a big investment just to prove the point that haha look I am the extremely ADHD type of lazy where I would rather solve a problem via the most convoluted and complicated Rube-Goldberg type ass machine way possible rather than just perform a single simple action.
YEAH I'VE BEEN THIS SCATTERED ALL DAY AND I REALLY SHOULD GO TO BED SHOULDN'T I. I started playing Satisfactory. Mistakes were made. I'm going to dream about conveyor belts again and I did it to myself...
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