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Sleepovers In the Forest

Prompt: 'Sure, we can make it the normal way, but isn't it always more fun to play pretend?'

A/N: So I asked for some prompts so I could write snippets, @carolmunson came thru for me, and then I ended up with...4.9K words of the saddest shit I've ever written. I broke my own heart and it didn't even go how I thought it was gonna go. The prompt is in there, I promise, there's just a lot of other words around it.

Warnings: Shitty parent, Parent Death (it's not descriptive, but it's there), language, there's nothing NSFW here but this blog is NSFW and 18+ so heed that please

Wayne was more than happy to help Evelyn, had been since his brother had decided to be himself and weave in and out of her’s and Eddie’s lives. Thankfully his nephew had taken a liking to his trailer, liked the idea of staying over more and more without his mom.

“I never get to go to sleepovers!”

So, Wayne had taken the time to rearrange the living room so he could prop up a sheet between the recliner and sofa and surprise Eddie with a makeshift tent, TV pointed directly at it so he could watch his Dark Shadows reruns.

“Do you like Dark Shadows Uncle Wayne?”

“‘Course I do, who doesn’t?”

“Dad…but Barnabas is so cool he can mind control people and he has like three girlfriends and-“

“Eddie baby, I think Wayne knows. Why don’t you go get set up, it’s almost 8!” Evelyn shoos her kid over to the pile of blankets on the floor and he dives in head first, clicking the knob on the TV through the channels till he finds ABC.

“Isn’t he a little young for all that?” Wayne halfheartedly waves at the screen but Evelyn just shrugs.

“I’d rather him be distracted and happy instead of asking me where Danny is for the hundredth time.”

Wayne nods and glances over at Eddie, face entirely too close to the screen. His little fingers are wrapped in one of the thin blankets, twisting it over his knuckles again and again.

“He came home last Saturday, no idea what day it was. Showed up and Eddie thought he was there to see him, instead I get to bring my son inside to get him to stop crying.”

“Oh Christ, what’d Danny do?”

“He started in on me about his hair Wayne. Said he looked like a queer because it’s too long and the curls, like he can-“

Wayne puts a hand up, notices when Eddie turns his head back a bit to listen to them. He nods over his shoulder to the kitchen.

“You wanna help me with dinner?”

Evelyn makes Eddie his grilled cheese first so she can escape back into the kitchen to help cook and have a beer with the only other decent Munson in the whole damn family. She sags against the fridge while Wayne preheats the oven.

“Is it okay if he stays for the weekend?”

“Of course. I’m working tomorrow but Rachel next door can watch him, she’s a good kid. Everything okay?” He knows Evelyn’s been working a lot and since Daniel went off they’ve had a hard time keeping up with rent. “You know, you two can both stay here. I know it isn’t big but it’s something.”

There’s been a lot of times that Wayne wishes his brother had never set eyes on her. That he’d kept his head down and his nose clean and his god damn hands to himself. Moments like these he feels it doubly so.

“I appreciate it, but I just need a weekend to get our stuff moved out and we can move in with my sister. He can stay in the same school and we’ll be 30 minutes closer so he can come visit his favorite Uncle more often.” She raises her eyebrows at him and pushes off the fridge to busy herself with cleaning up. By the time dinner is done she’s cleaned the whole kitchen, dishes drying on the rack next to the sink.

It’s 9 and Eddie is nodding off in front of the TV but trying valiantly to keep awake. He’s giving them a rundown of the episode he watched, something about Barnabas and Dr. Hoffman but he keeps slipping until his head finally hits a pillow. He’s still got a hand tightly wound in the blanket, the other clutching a raccoon plush to his face.

“Thank you again.” Evelyn says over dinner, sad grin disappearing behind her beer.

“S’no problem. He’s a good kid, tells a hell of a joke.” That makes her laugh and Wayne can feel the urge to knock his brother out cold growing by the moment.

They go outside to smoke after she gets Eddie situated on the couch, his small voice quiet but Wayne still hears him ask about his dad. She just shushes him, tells him to go to sleep and gives him a kiss. Out on the patio Evelyn slouches way down in the plastic seat, long legs stretched out in front of her where she kicks off her shoes and sighs.

“You know, sometimes I wish I could have just run into you instead.” The park is quiet for a Friday night, the warm July air a little less oppressive after sunset. Wayne watches her staring off into the middle distance. “Why couldn’t I have just run into you.”

“Well, I was busy getting blown up in a jungle so that puts a bit of a roadblock out.” She lets out a despairing kind of laugh, gives him a sidelong look that Wayne mirrors. It makes them both chuckle.

“Eddie really likes it here. That’s…that’s actually what set Daniel off. He asked what he’d been up to and Ed said he’d had a ‘sleepover in the forest’ and then the argument started.” She sighs again and tilts her head, holding it in her open palm. “He’s such an asshole. I can put up with it but he always starts in with Eddie and I just can’t fucking take it. He’s 6, what the fuck has he done?”

Wayne stays quiet and lets Evelyn rant. It rolls off of her like waves and her shoulders get less and less tense as the minutes go on. It’s the same shit as always, Daniel leaving for weeks on end and rolling back home like nothing happened. “I know he’s cheating on me but I don’t even care anymore. Maybe they can argue with him for a change.”

They sit outside and talk until Wayne checks his watch and sees it’s almost midnight. “You can stay over if you want, it really isn’t any trouble.”

“No”, she grunts and sighs and stands up, making her sound older than her 26 years, “it’s only an hour back to my sister’s place. I’ll be good.” She offers Wayne a hand to help him stand and pulls him into a hug, mumbling more thanks against his shoulder.

“It really isn’t a problem, I like having y’all around.”

She leans into the trailer once more to look at Eddie sprawled out on the couch, all light snores and arms thrown up around his head. She just shakes her head and grabs her purse, says goodnight to Wayne and groggily walks to her car.

That weekend had turned into a week with a single visit from Evelyn in the middle to drop off clothes for Eddie. She’d called Sunday morning, voice thin and quiet and had asked Wayne if she could trouble him further and he’d shut it down, told her it was no problem.

It wasn’t a problem. Eddie wasn’t a problem in the least bit. Maybe ran his mouth a mile a minute but it was easy enough to sit and listen (or half listen). If he wasn’t talking about the shows he watched he was talking about the book he was trying to read or the walk he’d gone on with Rachel. If it wasn’t Rachel watching him it was her mom Birdie and she made these cookies that Eddie couldn’t stop talking about.

“But then Ms. Birdie said she didn’t wanna bother you anymore than you’re already bothered so she’d just send them over with me tomorrow. They’re so good, there’s so many chocolate chips in them.” Eddie is clutching the countertop, chin barely able to reach it where he’s trying to rest it, big brown eyes following Wayne’s movements while he sets his stuff down after work.

“Are these the oatmeal ones?” Wayne asks and somehow Eddie’s eyes get even bigger when he nods his head hard. “Those are pretty good.” He can’t help but laugh when Eddie bounds off suddenly to his bag and digs through it for his notebook. It’s full of a thousand scribbles, crayon and pencils and whatever he can find that makes a mark on a page. There’s two pieces currently stuck to the fridge, one of the tent Wayne had made him surrounded by tall trees and grass and one of a dragon.

“It doesn’t have any feet though bud.”

“That’s because it’s a wyvern! They don’t have feet they’re like flying snakes, mama showed me them at the library there’s this book that has all these fantasy animals in it…”

“I drew this for Rachel but she has a date tonight so I can’t give it to her yet.” Eddie holds up a page with a blonde princess on it. “Pinks’ her favorite color even though I think that’s kind of stupid, but I made her dress pink you think she’ll like it?”

“You made it, she’ll love it bud.”

Eddie starts staying with Wayne. He seems unbothered, excited to hang around his Uncle and learn about whatever new thing he’s fixing for a neighbor. Every Sunday Evelyn visits, makes dinner for the three of them and then sits on the couch with Eddie afterwards. She tucks him in and leans close to read to him, a new stack of library books at her elbow every weekend. It’s during one of these visits that she sits Eddie down and tells him earnestly that she isn’t going away, isn’t leaving him. “I just need a little more time baby. If you can give me a little more time, I’m gonna get us the coziest little place okay?” Wayne stays in the kitchen and listens to the stories she tells Eddie, all the magical things he talks about when his mom isn’t there and Wayne is. He watches Eddie nod his head like an adult and not the 6 year old that lives with him, when he tells his mom it’s okay.

“Uncle Wayne can take care of me too.”

After she leaves for the week with a promise to visit next Sunday, Eddie leans in close like he has a big secret to share with Wayne. “I’d rather stay here anyways, I don’t want to live with Aunt Diane. She makes me eat peas.”

August is looming on the horizon when he breaches the subject with Evelyn about maybe enrolling Eddie into school in Hawkins. It’s during her normal visit, Eddie already tucked in on the couch, half watching his Dark Shadows rerun while Wayne tries to not overstep.

“I’m not trying to step on your toes Eve. But if it’d be easier for you, I wouldn’t mind.”

She’s been looking thinner, the weariness hanging off of her like an old coat. He knows she isn’t getting much sleep between two jobs and living with her sister and dealing with whatever other bullshit Danny has been pushing her way. “He can stay here and I’ll make sure he gets to school.”

“I know you would. Honestly that’s probably smarter than whatever this is.” She throws her hand up limply, just to drop her head into it and heave a big sigh. Wayne is stuck against his countertop, trying to decide if he should hug her or if she wants space when she pulls her head up, brown eyes ringed with dark circles.

“Danny got arrested.”

“Again?”

“Mhm.”

Wayne doesn’t have anything nice to say to this, his grip on the formica tight to keep his hands busy.

“What’d he do?”

“Stole a car, took it over state lines. Something about weed, I don’t know.” Her voice breaks and Wayne pulls her in. She buries her face in his shoulder to muffle her already quiet sobs. He means to let her stay like that all night if she needs it but barely five minutes goes by and she’s pulling away to clear her throat, wiping up any stray mascara around her eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. I’m not answering his calls so it’s not my problem anymore.” She flashes him a big, shallow smile. “So yeah, we can get Eddie enrolled. I’ll bring his paperwork next week.” She’s digging around her purse for her camels. “I also wanted to ask you if you could help me with his…” she look over Wayne’s shoulder to make sure Eddie isn’t listening in. Spells out birthday and tells him about the cake she always makes him. “If I can’t do anything else, I’m gonna be here, I promise.”

August rolls by, slow and hot and humid and it feels like the Indian summer they were promised is coming to fruition. Evelyn shows up the day before Eddie’s birthday, hands weighed down with groceries.

“There’s my little Munster!” She cries when he rushes her at the door, bags pushed into his face while he tries to hug her legs. Wayne gets him untangled and pulls the bags out of her hands so she can pick him up.

“Now see I thought you were named after your grandfather.” Wayne jokes, putting away food while Evelyn spins Eddie around.

“Nope! I had a little werewolf boy just like Lily, didn’t I?” She’s in a better mood than Wayne has seen in weeks, cheeks red from the heat with a smile plastered on her face like her dark curls. She’s dipping Eddie down till he giggles, pulling him up quick to plant a big kiss on his forehead. “Show Wayne your howl!”

Eddie tilts his head back and goes off. Evelyn keeps dancing him around the small living room till her and him run out of breath, setting him down on the counter so he can watch her set up.

“You gonna help me make your cake?”

“It’s not my birthday yet!”

“No, but if we make it tonight you can have a piece first thing in the morning.” She whispers at him from behind her hand, acting like she’s keeping it a secret from Wayne. “Might even let the old man have a piece too.”

“Uncle Wayne loves chocolate!”

“I do.” He says in passing, getting out of her way to sit in his recliner. Evelyn claps her hands together. “Then it’s settled! While the good king of Forest Hills retires for the evening I, his humble servant and you, Prince Edward-“

“Eddie!”

“Hey dude, we’re holding court right now. You know the drill.” She says under her breath and Eddie lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and nods sagely. “Prince Edward and I, will make the tallest and most delicious chocolate cake this side of the Mississippi.”

She keeps up the act, twirling her fingers at her aluminum pans when she pours batter and acting like she’s casting spells at the oven to get it to preheat. Eddie is all giggles, fingers already in the can of chocolate frosting, one that she specifically bought for him to do exactly that with.

“You’re not actually using magic, I watched Uncle Wayne fix it last week. It’s electric.” Eddie is so sure of himself, a little satisfied smirk on his face when he calls her out on her make believe.

“What, you aren’t having fun?”

“I’m not a baby anymore, I’m 7. You don’t gotta pretend.”

Wayne doesn’t need to turn around to know there’s a slump in Evelyn’s shoulders. He can already see the tick between her brows where she’s pulling them together. He turns though, just in time to see her brighten back up.

”Okay I mean sure, we can make it the normal way”, Evelyn leans across the counter to tap Eddie’s nose with her index finger, “but isn't it always more fun to play pretend?”

Wayne can see Eddie’s eyes light up with that tap. Watches his whole demeanor change when he holds his hand out for his mom to wipe it off so he can help her mix. He spends most of 30 minutes making up spells and sound effects from his perch on the counter. They finally get four square pans crammed into the tiny oven and Eddie stands guard, nose pressed against the glass to watch the cakes rise.

When they come out to cool he joins Wayne in his chair, gangly limbs splayed everywhere while they watch MASH. He gets involved, asking any question that comes to mind and forgets to go back out into the kitchen to help his mom. Evelyn moves quietly around, shaking the cakes out of their pans onto wax paper so she can frost each layer. She gets them all stacked before Eddie remembers what he was doing an hour ago.

He pads into the kitchen when Wayne gets up to go take a shower. Creeps around the corner of the cabinets to peer up at her. “Can I help?”

“Ah see, the Prince and the King have so graciously left me to my own devices.” She’s hushed in the quiet evening of the trailer, tv murmuring in the background. The last purples of the sunset fading in the small window of the kitchen. “Because the little wolf got distracted, I was able to complete this!” She waves her hands beside her, pulling his attention up to the counter and up to the biggest cake he’s ever seen in all his seven years.

“Issobig.” He’s in awe, hooking his chin on the counter to stare at all the frosting. His big eyes gloss over and Evelyn hides her laughter behind her hand. Holds it there when she starts to feel the familiar heat building behind her eyes.

When Wayne comes back out he stops short in the hallway to watch her slow dancing Eddie around the kitchen. He’s nodding off on her shoulder, legs limp in her arms while she hums lightly against his hair. His little fingers are clutched around her curls and her collar, hanging on while he sags more and more. Wayne waits until she makes a full turn and spots him. Gives her a warm smile and gestures quietly for her to hand Eddie over.

“I’ll put him down, why don’t you go take a shower?”

She shakes her head at him. “I’ll do it in the morning. Thank you though.” He gives them both a hug before going to bed, leaving Evelyn to sway with Eddie.

His birthday is quiet only for lack of other kids. Eddie wakes up before everyone else like it’s Christmas morning. Wayne can hear Evelyn moving around the trailer when Eddie kicks his door open and jumps on his bed.

“There’s cake for breakfast Uncle Wayne!” There’s also coffee and the promise of real food when he smells bacon. Eddie runs back down the hallway and Wayne wishes he could finally convince Eve to move in.

Rachel and Birdie stop over and gift Eddie three new books, and when Evelyn and Wayne take him to the park later he talks their ears off about them. When Eddie is climbing over and through the jungle gym Wayne tries to offer again. Offers his room for her and Eddie, tries to sell Hawkins to her like it’s the crown jewel of Indiana. Tells her he can get her a job at the plant or maybe she could work at the general store downtown. She lets him talk while her cigarette burns down, a knowing smile on her face. He talks and talks until he just trails off, sighing and finishing off his own cigarette.

“Wayne, I’m not putting you out of a bedroom.”

“You’re not. Livin’ room s’fine too.”

“That’s not the point.” They back and forth until Eddie comes over windswept and panting in the midday sun to ask if they can stop and get a popsicle from the gas station.

Later, dinner is made and Eddie has more cake and he gets to open his present from his mom. A big box of markers and colored pencils and a stack of drawing paper. Wayne pulls out a little box and holds it out of his reach for a moment. “Gotta promise me you aren’t gonna show your dad this, ok?” Eddie nods and holds out his hand. It’s not an exact replica but it’s close, the ring too big for Eddie’s hand where it spins around his index finger.

“If I get a cane I can be Barnabas for Halloween mama!” Eddie spends the rest of the night pretending to mind control them, especially when Evelyn tries to put him down for bed. Small hand contorted in front of his concentrated face, tongue poking out while he stares her down. He drops the act when she leans down to push his hair back to drop a kiss on his forehead and he’s all smiles. “Thank you mama.”

“Happy Birthday baby.”

Evelyn visits every Sunday and any other day she can manage. She calls Eddie every night she isn’t there and always asks to speak to Wayne. She has a ‘thank you’ and a ‘sorry’ and Wayne always has a big sigh for her. A ‘no problem’ and a ‘don’t worry about it, please’. She shows up that first day of school in September and holds Eddie’s hand all the way into class and slips out when he starts talking to his classmate about their backpack. She’s there when Wayne lets her know Eddie’s been asking about her and she’s there when she can’t stop feeling like a terrible mother for leaving her kid with someone who isn’t her.

She gets him a cane and a cape for Halloween and he goes as Barnabas and her as Dr. Hoffman and they both fall asleep in the living room after blowing through half his candy bag. Wayne takes Eve’s shoes off before throwing a blanket over to two of them while Charlie Brown plays in the background.

Christmas is festive and bright and Danny calls from the county prison and somehow there’s no screaming match. He talks to Eddie who looks apprehensive, unsure of what to say to his 6 month absent father. Evelyn is quiet and leans away from everyone, ends her conversation with a soft smile and asks if he wants to speak to Wayne. When she passes him the phone he just hangs it up. “Same shit as always.”

Evelyn insists on making dinner all by herself, whistles around the kitchen while she layers every flat surface with plates and pans. If Wayne even thinks about stepping foot on the linoleum to help she has a spatula in his face, mashed potatoes stuck to it while she gestures at him. “If you don’t get off my back Munson, Scrooge won’t be the only one visited by ghost tonight.”

The night ends late with Eddie falling asleep in a pile with his toys, plate of pie left forgotten on the side table. The glow of the tiny tree filters through the windows and out onto the front porch where Evelyn and Wayne sit. The single strand of lights tacked along the over hang glint off the glass of her beer and it’s cold out, a thin layer of snow stuck to the ground. It’s humid enough the smoke from their cigarettes hangs between them, creates a hazy little glowing world and Wayne feels content for the first time in a while. They talk, just the two of them, for a few hours. Burn through most of a pack and two more beers before she stands up and stretches. Her hand is warm on Wayne’s when she grabs the back of it and squeezes.

“You’re a good man Wayne.”

“Ah well, I won’t argue with you.” He smirks at her around the filter in the corner of his mouth and she keeps a hold on his hand when she bends down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas Wayne.”

It’s late January when Wayne gets a call at work. He’s in the middle of pulling apart a pallet when the girl from the front office walks up to him meekly. She won’t look him in the eye when she says his name, says she sorry, so so sorry. He won’t jump to any conclusions but he asks if it’s Eddie first, asks if Rachel is calling for him.

“No sir.” It’s a minor relief but barely. He follows her up to the office and to the phone laying innocently on her desk. The voice on the other end is soft. Trying to ease the blow.

“Blind corner.” “Driver ran a stop sign.” “Brakes locked up on the ice.” “Wasn’t her fault.”

Wayne’s just quiet. Nods his head like the woman on the phone in this distant ER can see him. There’s a too long silence that he finally breaks with a deep breath. “Can-when can I-god damnit-can we see her?”

“We still need someone to claim the body.”

“That’ll be-“ he cuts himself off. Buries his face into his palm, squeezing tight around his temples. “I can do that, yeah.”

Wayne goes home, of course. He leaves the plant in silence and drives home in silence and sits in the trailer in silence. Eddie is just next door with Rachel but he must be napping, hasn’t rushed back home to burst through the front door and jump in Wayne’s lap. He thinks about that, that he can’t bring himself to get up and go next door and ruin his nephews life. Instead he calls over there and thankfully Birdie picks up.

“Oh Wayne, I saw you pull in. You’re home awful early-“

“Listen Birdie, I need you to hang onto Eddie for me tonight.” He tells her what happened. Tells her where he’s going. Tells her to keep it to herself. Tells her he’ll be back by 9 so Eddie can watch his reruns. “Just uh, just tell him I had to work a double, okay?”

He drives in silence again. 45 minutes both ways. The ER is so busy but the room they bring him into is all silence. The attendant hands over a clear bag full of Evelyn’s purse and some things she had in her pockets, a silent nod when Wayne asks for a minute.

Eve is silent in this great cataclysmic way, and so he stays silent out of respect. He holds her hand even though it’s cold and bruised. He tells her in the great big silence around them not to worry, he’s got Eddie and he’ll keep Eddie and Eddie isn’t going anywhere he doesn’t want to go. In his mind she’s giving him one of her little smiles that she’d get when she would finally accept his help. A little ‘thank you’ whispered into the cavernous space of the morgue. Wayne could cry in here if he wanted to. He’s capable of it. Cried when he got airlifted out of a strange jungle and cried when he saw his mother when he got shipped home and cried when he first held Eddie, but it’s stuck in his throat now. Painful lump pressing and pressing but nothing will break.

Wayne holds Eve’s hand until the attendant comes back in to ask, very politely, for his signature on the release forms. He leaves with the clear bag clutched in his hand and doesn’t look back.

Eddie rages and rages and rages until he doesn’t, just falls silent until the funeral. Eve’s sister is silent and Danny is silent and the whole congregation is silent and Wayne is starting to crack a little around the edges. He watches Eddie try to cling to his fathers pant leg, looking for some kind reassurance. Danny hugs him, picks him up and let’s him bury his face in his neck but as soon as the cries get too loud he’s firm again. Gives Eddie their daddy’s speech about not crying. “You can be sad Edward, but we don’t cry about it. Men don’t cry about it.” His hand is giant on Eddie’s shoulder where he claps it down. He gives his son a shake and a sharp ‘hey!’ to get him to look up, hands him his handkerchief and suddenly Eddie is burrowing his wet face into Wayne’s thigh. Silent again.

The trailer is silent and the first thing Wayne sees is Evelyn’s purse hanging off of the kitchen chair. He beelines for the fridge so he can grab a beer or literally anything to keep his hands from shaking. Everyone and everything has been so god damn silent and-

“Uncle Wayne?” Eddie’s voice creaks behind him from a weeks worth of disuse. “Are you okay?” Quiet and timid but not silent.

“Uh, well kiddo…” That painful lump he’s been carrying around for a week finally breaks. It breaks like a storm cloud and try as he might to hide it from Eddie, he can see it. Suddenly there’s a warm little hand in his shaking one.

“I miss mama too.”

Wayne doesn’t break down like he thought he would. There’s no raised voices or wailing just a few hours of steady tears and Eddie’s gangly arms wrapped around his middle. The TV is on like always, murmuring in the background. The little tabletop tree is still up from Christmas. Eddie’s toys are still in the living room, stacked in a corner. The last pile of books Evelyn had dropped off on the corner of the side table. Eddie falls asleep against Wayne’s side, quiet and tear stained but not silent. Alive and breathing and crying and loud and funny and Wayne makes another promise to the silence, to Eddie and Eve to keep him loud and funny and Alive.

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chaldeanuu · 2 months

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manuuu ꒰ ੭ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ੭ ꒱ hiehie ! ! if u’re up to do the star rail oc ask game — i wld wub to know ur answers for questions 2 thru 8 🐾🤍

𝐼𝐼 . faction — the family. at least currently, since i’ve been working at the hotel for few years now. previously, it would probably be intelligentsia guild because of my connections to the library (i want to hope that we’ll get a separate planet one day, maybe inspired by neoclassicism or antiquity).

𝐼𝐼𝐼 . character introduction — “a polite chambermaid from the reverie hotel. she holds the secrets of the oak family safe even from other penacony leaders.”

𝐼𝑉 . path — harmony. at least that’s what my friends say.

𝑉 . element — imaginary. once again, what my friends say.

𝑉𝐼 . rarity — unsure. i’m very fine with being a 4 star, though it’s just my outer appearance. being involved with the family makes me a bit more important :>

𝑉𝐼𝐼 . weapon — a feather duster. amazing for tickling someone, but the handle is made of sturdy wood, so it may hurt if you smack or poke someone with it hehe

𝑉𝐼𝐼𝐼 . visual motifs — dusting or cleaning, i suppose. dusting until everything shines and sparkles. including characters with me on the team hehe :’3 or shaking off the clean sheets and ta daa~! there’s enemy behind them, ready to be attacked.

#—m. coco #—inbox.#—selfi.hsr #—selfi.

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bienmoreau · 1 year

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THE COMPLETE SHOTGUNS DISCOGRAPHY (thru 2003)

Album art based on 'the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you' by @greatunironic

Girl with a Buzzcut (1990) [Album Cover: A girl with a buzzcut sitting on a sofa with ‘The Shotguns’ painted on the wall behind it]

1. Trailer Trash

2. The Pines

3. We’ll Never Have Sex

4. Girl with a Buzzcut

5. Going to Pittsburgh

6. The Devil Won’t Keep ‘Til Morning

7. Chrissy’s Song

METALHEAD (1991) [Album Cover: Eddie blowing cigarette smoke out of his nose at the camera, METALHEAD in large font over it]

1. BLACK DOG BARK

2. 1987

3. NO GODS, NO MASTERS

4. THE GHOST AT THE BACK OF YOUR CLOSET

5. FIGHTING TRIM

6. THE PARTY

7. ONE MORE EROTIC NIGHTMARE ABOUT YOU

8. BEGGIN (cover)

9. REAL HEAVY METAL SHIT

10. YOU AND ME AND THE DEVIL MAKES THREE

11. FREAK SEASON

12. I’M DOING THIS FOR REVENGE (I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU)

13. LET NONE BE THE NOOSE

The Place Beyond The Quarry (1994) [Album Cover: Eddie, out in a boat in the middle of a quarry, small, blurry]

1. Will the Wise

2. Roll the Dice

3. Everyone Dies But They Shouldn’t Die Young

4. The Banished

5. On the Water

6. Flickering Lights (S.O.S)

7. Winnebego

8. Movie Night

9. The Most Metal Concert This Town Has Never Seen

10. The Hard Part

12. Live to See You In That Dress (Live to See You Undress)

13. I Wore His Jacket

Is This The Last Time? (1996) [Album Cover: A pack of 100s, open, each cigarette lit]

1. An Unhaunted House

2. He Smoked 100s When I Met Him

3. Light Your Own Pyre

4. Going to Indiana

5. The Wreckage All Over

6. Get High and Listen to Kate Bush

7. Lover’s Spit

8. I Was A Boy

9. Is This The Last Time?

10. Leave the Children Behind

11. You Can Call Any Place Home

12. The Knife’s Edge

13. Girl with a Buzzcut (Reprise)

i’m not angry anymore (1998) [Album Cover: Eddie in profile, i’m not angry anymore written over him]

1. i’m not angry anymore

2. no heroics

3. resentment

4. a variety of sadness

5. get this off of my chest

6. toothless

7. going to seattle

8. anthems for a twenty year old boy

Live At the Crocodile (acoustic guitar album) (1999) [Album Cover: The Crocodile’s marquee]

1. Babe I’m Gonna Leave You (cover)

2. Going to Indiana

3. Girl with a Buzzcut

4. Monologue – Thanks for coming out…

5. YOU AND ME AND THE DEVIL MAKES THREE

6. Master of Puppets (cover)

7. Monologue – If you look generic…

8. get this off of my chest

9. Monologue – toothless

10. toothless

11. REAL HEAVY METAL SHIT

12. Monologue – T.Rex

13. Monolith (cover)

14. Monologue – False start

15. The Banished

16. Monologue – Reverb

17. Swingin Party (cover)

18. no heroics

19. Girl with a Buzzcut (Reprise)

20. Monologue – Where was I gonna go?

21. i’m not angry anymore

22. FREAK SEASON

23. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (cover)

24. Monologue – Goodnight

25. Leave the Children Behind

B-Sides and Rarities (2000) [Album Cover: Image of a mixtape, hand drawn on by Eddie]

1. Girl with a Buzzcut (demo)

2. Nancy’s Got a Gun

3. I’ve Been A Liar

4. LET NONE BE THE NOOSE (demo)

5. i held your hand at skull rock

6. I Wanna Be Your Lover (cover)

7. Coward

8. The Path

9. i’m not angry anymore (Full Studio Band Version)

10. Houses of the Holy (cover)

11. a ‘78 datsun and a pack of marlboros

12. This Is The Place We Fell Apart

13. I Wore His Jacket (demo)

14. Chrissy’s Song (Ten Minute Version)

Boy with a Bat (2003) [Album Cover: Steve, from behind, face just turned enough to catch a glimpse of his profile, holding the nail bat]

1. Memphis, Indiana

2. Bright Dead Things

3. No One’s Leaving Anyone

4. Boy with a Bat

5. Sehnsucht

6. 7.20 AM

7. A Place to Keep Warm

8. To Be With You In Hell

9. Tell the Wolves I’m Home

#I just wanted to have all the album covers in one place! So here y’all go!#stranger things #the most remarkable thing #most remarkable thing fic #greatunironic #steddie fanart #steddie art #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #tmrt ed levy #the shotguns #mine #my art #most remarkable thing art

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i didn’t rly sleep last night yap sesh below the cut

missed mayday festivities because i am debilitatingly socially anxious but then went camping for a friends bday and felt refreshed by being able to see soooo many stars and be outside…(and go on the most extreme hike of my life dude omfg)

while we were camping my digi cam fell out of my pocket when i laid on the ground to look at the sky and stars and it stormed that night and my camera got destroyed. hoping the sd card is salvageable..

creepy had hella ticks on him (including one thats head got stuck in his uhh..wiener lol) went to the vet got em removed in total there were 8 (!!) that we found. he has so much fur man idk there could be some more on him but at least they’d be dead atp because i ALSO finally got a flea tick preventative that he can take monthly. it’s been impossible to get a vet appointment anywhere, especially at the clinic i’ve been taking him to since he was a bb. praying he didn’t contract anything from the ticks…we’ll get a blood test sometime in september-december

bestie soup told me u could see the northern lights in the city last night + they sent me some pics but i pulled a leg muscle skating n it hurt too bad to waddle over to the overpass (plus there’s been several shootings in my neighborhood the past couple weeks outside my building so i don’t rly like going out at night rn anyway)

yesterday oomf texted the gc n said a friend of a friend asked him where to listen to my music online bc they loved my set :’)) the last time i played a show was the beginning of march!!!! that made me feel rly good so now i have more incentive to finally upload things to soundcloud again. might work on that later today…like. might,…finally post something

he said he sent them a link to my old bandcamp and i forgot i never deleted my music there i only scrubbed my sc so i went over n listened to what i posted. it was kinda cute. in 2020 i started using ableton for the first time consistently and actually tried to figure out how to make stuff w it so everything f from that time is like. ahh. i’d do that so different now!! but at the time i was so proud of myself and that makes me feel kinda fuzzy (in a good way) like noticeable artistic growth yanno? n also knowing that version of myself who was constantly suffering and seeking an End still felt excited abt what i was making. it’s cute. my old self is someone ive made peace w and hold close to my heart in the ‘it’s different now and it’s Awesome’ way like fuck yea lil buddy you got clean and made it out alive. that’s sick

some of my old music goes hard asf too tho. a lot of unreleased stuff on my google drive i dug thru after listening to my bandcamp i don’t even rly remember making but i was like :0 !!

i was up until 5:30am working on a flyer !! i wanna make more flyers!! i miss making flyers. i’m outta practice and using procreate bc i don’t have photoshop anymore so still a newbie on the program front but i think. i did a good job and it looks cool so that’s nice

i rly wanna skate but my leg hurts i feel like that spongebob guy

#my leg!!#sleepless brain foggy screwed up my med schedule this week ramblings #to the void #thx for listening

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amrv-5 · 5 months

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8, 12, & 13? 👀

HELLO AL HAPPY MONDAY!!! And thanks for the ask these are fun AND made me actually put down thoughts on an AU I had never actually framed out to myself before!!!!

Answers under the cut for length and pretension, but in short: thoughts on a Solaris AU and brief Mad Men mention; being more mercenary with my writing; yes to fanart/comics and a mayyyybe to podficcing!!!

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

OHHH never brave enough to TRY... Nothing coming immediately to mind (besides maybe wanting to get better at writing sex lmao) but if pressed? I do love doing sort of weird AUs and have been slowly quietly only 1% seriously kicking around the idea of a Solaris AU take on MASH. Love the book, going to see the film for the first time Thursday, so we’ll see if that actually kicks something off for me?? Anyway I think it would be really fucking good. And weird. I think it’d be fun to play with that theme of hitting the edge of what it is possible for humans to understand, and staring down the absolutely alien / non-negotiably and permanently inexplicable. I want to put Hawkeye in a ship by himself and have the sentient ocean gently tune into his brainwaves and reproduce in its infinitely changing depths a scene of such horrific uncanniness it is nearly unbearable to observe and makes him temporarily insane. And then BJ of course is the one haunted by the imperfect (and unkillable and superhumanly strong) alien reproduction of his family. Etc. Lots here to have fun with. But Good God The Work Involved. Anyway. That or I’d love to try my hand at a Mad Men fic playing with the beloved Peggy/Stan/Ginsberg dynamic in some formation. HOORAY!

12. Will you change anything about the way you edit or rewrite this year?

Maybe???? I tried a few different things in my approach to All Octobers that I thought paid off. Or at least I still kind of like it even though it’s a few months old now, so that feels like a good sign?? Most of the changes took place in the writing stage, but I tried to be more mercenary with my editing, stricter especially with non-unique or already-extant similes, metaphors, etc., and willing to Gloss / Summarize. It’s The Year of Montage, Baby!!!!!! <- guy high off his ass on and irreparably damaged by hundreds of pages of film theory per week (if that didn’t already come thru in the . Endless meditation on the real / the sign / the image / the lens in All Octobers. Sorry LMAO).

13. Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic?

YES! Fanart for sure!! I want to get back into drawing regularly if possible. Also if I can draw BJ and Hawk I can then start trying to do sort of — illustrated things (always thinking about Guide to Looking at Explosions for something I wish I had the skillset for, for example!!). Also I thought podficcing was fun to try and I may give it a shot again sometime, but also it’s a lot of work and a huge time suck for something not many people enjoy and which I also don’t get much out of after the literal act of recording it (love reading aloud!! but listening to my own voice… 😧)

#ask game #THANKS and sorry for Solarising LOL

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bunnidid-reviews · 2 years

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DID TV Series Review

Facts -

Series name: United States of Tara

Run time: 2009 - 2011

Fiction or Nonfiction: Fiction

Was there a diagnosis of DID? Yes, it’s mentioned several points throughout the show that Tara was diagnosed sometime before the show takes place

Was the person with DID presented as evil for having DID? No

Major Trigger warning list:

- Suicide mentions and self harm, and a suicide attempt

- Drug use, smoking, alcohol

- Sexual scenes, exploration of teenage sexuality, underage sex/fetish work(nomexplicit but pretty gross)

- Mentions of varios kinds of abuse, mostly sexual abuse

- Grooming and stalking

- Minor violent scenes

- Emotional abuse, neglect from mentally ill parents

- drowning

- Ableism

- Homophobia

- General dark humor?

- Some pretty explicit language and swearing

- (If there are more trigger, please let me know!)

Subjective Review(this is how I felt about it) -

Personal triggering scale from 1 to 10 (1 being not triggering at all, 10 being a badly overwhelming experience that might cause personal harm): Maybe a 4?

Personal relatability scale from 1 to 10 (1 being unrelatable, 10 being OMG THAT’S ME!): 8

Personal avoidance scale from 1 to 10(1 being eager to get on with it, 10 being impossible to finish): 2, last season is a strong 9(I don’t usually push thru it)

My interpretation of the media(Includes spoilers):

United States of Tara is the trashy DID show and I actually unapologetically love it. If you take it from the perspective that this is a dark comedy with a lot of drama thrown in, I think it’s actually very fun to watch so long as you keep the triggers listed in mind. I know it’s known to be the ~super stigmatizing show~, and maybe it is in some ways we’ll discuss in a moment, but I’m asking you to see it from this perspective: literally everyone in the show sucks. Even the minor characters have some shitty qualities to them, so Tara doesn’t hugely stand out as being evil for having DID. She just happens to have many shitty qualities and her parts reflect that, honestly.

A basic summary: Tara, a mother of two teenagers, struggles through daily life both in normal parent-y ways and in having Dissociative Identity disorder and the effects it has on the people around her. Her husband believes he can fix her. Her son is struggling with discovering his sexuality and complicated attachment, her daughter wants to grow up too quickly and chase after her romanticized dreams. Her sister can’t seem to figure out how to grow up, struggling with her own repressed trauma.

It's a three-season series so I can’t talk too extensively about each episode, so I’ll try to summarize it up by season, mostly focusing on Tara

Season 1 thoughts: On the surface level, right away, it seems like Tara’s alters are used as a gimmick or an excuse. In many ways they are. Heavily stereotyped and a bit ridiculous and as if they don’t have the entire self in mind when they act out. But to me it makes some sense because the amnesiac walls are obviously very high for these alters and they all have opposing views on how they want to live their life. By the people around her, they’re seen as a hassle, a burden, and something everyone wants to get rid of. No one is asking ‘why are you here’(well they are, annoyedly), they’re more asking ‘When are you leaving already?’ The saving grace from this season is probably the proof that suppressing Alters is not how you help them heal, and the therapist makes that very clear as well. The show writers knew what they were doing, I think.

There’s some interesting points of accuracy to my own dissociative experience even in season 1. Buck is ridiculous, but he’s protective in his own right. He has a reason for being the way he is. It especially resonated with me when Tara and Max were setting up to make love, and when Tara lost her nerve, Buck was there to take her place in a protective way.

We see substitute beliefs portrayed in Alice’s episode about wanting to have a baby and believing It to be true. Even the therapist points out what this means and again, Max isn’t listening but the show writers understood what they were doing here.

We see Tara telling people about how DID works time and time again. She has a very up-to-date understanding of her disorder and explains her experiences in such a way that it punches me with accuracy to my own feelings.

What I don’t like about season 1 is all throughout, the characters around her act as if Tara’s disorder isn’t just a burden, but a sacrifice to live around. I think in some part this is due to, yknow.. all the characters being shit. But in the last couple episodes of Season 1, in a DID-specializing psyche ward, the goal of many patients is to fully integrate their alters in a way of ‘getting rid of them’, as if they’re a burden to deal with across the board. I’m warning you on this because while I love United States of Tara, this mindset really snakes its way into my own and plays up a lot of my insecurities about being a burden, especially to my fiancé. : (

Season 2 thoughts: I believe this season boots off after the confrontation with a past abuser and finding..Deeper truths are still stubbornly hidden. Tara gives up and suppresses the Alters once more. Obviously this doesn’t work, though it is seen as ‘everything’s moving smoothly now that I’m pretending the problem doesn’t exist’. It doesn’t last for very long of course.

I like Season 2 a lot. This is the season that Tara and her sister Charmaine are finally coming together to find out the truth and try to heal together. The way the writers handled the weird sisterly bond of growing up in trauma together with both fierce protection and resentment is.. Extremely accurate to how it’s been for me and my siblings. The way that Charmaine gradually goes from calling the alters an excuse to becoming understanding is.. A weird deep healing thing for me. I recommended my also possibly-probably-most likely multiple sibling to watch the show just for those episodes. I think it’s one of the many things I watch the show for comfort though.

There’s also that last scene in the last episode of season 2 where her husband Max, under the altar, declares that he’ll be what each and every part of her needs him to be for them from here out and I just 🥺 I’m sorry, this isn’t really part of the review, but it was a lot like the many loving binding promises words my fiance’s said to me and it made me tear up a little, okay?

As for the DID handling in this season, I’d say it was a good continuation from the first. They really delved into the topic from a knowledgeable perspective and no longer treated the audience like DID is a New and Special thing. I think the ‘burden feelings’ were less for this season as we moved into an actually healing arc. There was nothing fantastical or dramatized that wasn’t already in the first that I can recall.

Season 3. Oh boy. This is known as the horrible and bad season and I have to unfortunately agree. I believe the show was run by someone else at this point, and since there wasn’t a season 4, they had to cram a lot of finished ends where there wasn’t room for them.

I think Bryce is a bit more intense than other persecutor parts I’ve seen in media. I (sort-of) have an abuser introject and with my experience, even at his most intense down moments, the intent for how he behaves is still protective in nature. Can we make the argument with Bryce? Maybe? But I fail to see his protective motives, even if I pull back the layers of ‘these characters are just shit’ and ‘this is written to be an interesting tv show most of all’.

I think what they needed with season 3 was a season 4. More time to actually peel back their own layers and explore what it really means to be a persecutor part. It’s unfortunate that it got cut off so short and the actual answer to healing herself in the end was.. A suicide attempt and literally killing Bryce off. Which as we know, doesn’t work.

I think to cover up for the cut season, there was a lot of misinformation strewn in to the DID presentation. The alters were stripped back to be stereotypes again.

The only good thing from this season was probably the other character’s developments and one of the first episodes having a scene where all the Alters are coming together in co-consciousness.

Overall, I think United States of Tara takes a bit of unneeded flack. As being The Worst Show For DID. I don’t know yet if that’s true. I think a lot of it is down to it being one of those shows where everyone sucks, a bit like Sunny In Philadelphia. There is a lot of stigmatizing trash, sure, but when I take it with a little bit of salt, I come out really enjoying the show.

What they got Right in my opinion:

- No childhood trauma shown explicitly onscreen, no screaming or horror music for switches. You don’t know how much this shit bothers me

- Multiple counts where misconceptions about DID are corrected and talked about openly. They refer to it as Dissociative Identity Disorder. Even if the characters aren’t getting it right, there are many points where a therapist has a stronger understanding of what’s going on(in the first season at least)

- The parts relationships as they come together and the amnesia barriers lower. I’m really partial to Buck and Alice and how they’re shown to have some complexities behind being a part of a system. (I think T has some of this merit too, but they really do her dirty)

- The subtle ways in which trauma effects the characters everyday lives and attachments. Tara struggles to have intimacy, Charmaine struggles to have a stable relationship. All of it is very rooted in trauma responses

- Suppressing your disorder may look like it works for a little bit but it doesn’t, really.

- Handling introjects and substitutes beliefs. Though I think Moon Knight did it a little better, it was nice that they went into this too.

- That the lack of something important from a parent(love, stability, protection, ect) can also cause major trauma

- -They had Gregory and the Hawk start off one of the episodes and I just hold that close to my heart, haha <3

What they got Wrong in my opinion:

- Killing Alters off doesn’t mcfuckin work my dude

- The whole ‘Host is the True Person’ narrative throughout. (Imo, no part is more important than the other, no part is a ‘hassle’ or a ‘burden’.)

- Integration/fusion ‘gets rid’ of parts

- Although they may feel like it, introjects of abusers are not actually abusers and shouldn’t be ‘killed off’ as a means of healing.

- Just…Avoid season 3

Would I recommend this to someone with DID to watch?: Tentatively, yes. There may be more triggers than I listed. I really like the show myself because it’s like the junk food of DID content. Easy to watch and not all that good for you, probably

Just really keep in mind that ‘burdensome’ theme, it might get in your head too.

#united states of tara #DID in media #dissociative identity disorder #dissociative identity disorder media #bunnidid reviews #my last review was written by mr. h so this one may seem a little bit different #also! i watched it all....a short but amount of time ago so i dont remember it all again ;~;

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13x04

DEAN All right, well, you said you wanted to help, so, uh… (he throws his shovel at Jack) dig. SAM Dean, what’s up with all the orders? You’re starting to sound like Dad. DEAN That a bad thing? SAM I’m just saying his—his drill sergeant act worked with you… but it didn’t work with me. And that’s not the way we’re gonna get through to Jack. DEAN Look, you wanted the kid here, he’s here. All right? But I’m not gonna hold his hand and tuck him in at night. Pass. I’m not gonna be his mother, and neither are you. And the kid can dig, so I’ll give him that.

I felt super cynical abt this ep when I first watched it, but softened a bit after seeing more of Glynn eps, because I think she’s actually trying to engage w/ Dean & Sam their issues, esp w/ Dean, but she has a simplified understanding of them & their dynamic, unfortunately.

The writers also clearly wanted to explore Sam & Dean as ‘parents’ in S13/thru these later seasons, but so far for me (and as @alaynestone you’ve said before!) S6 examines Dean as a dad in a much more compelling & tragic way. So we’ll see how this thread continues.

13x05 Steve Yockey, I can work with. His eps are good on the horror and he writes both Sam & Dean relatively well. Overall fun ep. When the Reaper realized who Dean was, that made me crack up. Yeah, oh SHIT, Dean Winchester is in the veil again.

It is darkly funny, tho, how the writers have Dean wanting/deciding to kill himself but as the show goes along each repeated instance is very often presented as the first real time Dean is “giving up.” Don’t worry about Dean in uhhhhhh season 2 5 7 8 9 & 10…

13x06 I love the smell of queerbaiting in the morning. Tbh I usually think fandom way overemphasizes the Destiel baiting (esp if they deliberately ignore the Wincest subtext - the way some ppl talk about the siren episode lol) but I could see it in this ep. Sam and Dean’s “You’re happy. Yeah, we got Cas back.” exchange, the whole Tombstone bit. Dean’s cowboy stuff was very goofy but fits with the more jokey tone of the Dabb era.

Now, the Jack stuff... The show is so weird in how it deals with mistakes / “mistakes” / hurting people / forgiveness. Because on the surface, it’s a story about how characters make mistakes/bad choices, grow, and make better choices. But look into the depths of how it all plays out, and the writing consistently sidesteps actually dealing head on w/ the choices/mistakes characters make, instead focusing on Everyone’s Feelings About It. A total melodrama that’s half baffling, half hilarious.

#season 13 #spn rewatch #jack #dean #dean & cas #cas comparing his ‘mistakes’ to jack’s in the car convo was just hilarious tho

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katieandskip · 10 months

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Tuesday August 8

Had a canal side mooring outside of Hoogeveen Sunday night, we stopped just before the rain started and got the last available spot. This Hoogeveense Vart is a wide canal, went thru 2 surprisingly deep locks, and many tall bridges… a far cry from earlier in the week where we had to put everything down to get under a bridge.

Made it to Meppel on Monday mid day; the wind was blowing like crazy but we managed to dock without incident in the municipal harbor.

We’ll stay here 2nights, it remains cool here, 50’s in the mornings, wind continues and only mid 60’s for a high. But I think the rain has mostly passed. And the outlook is for some 70 degree weather soon.

From here we go to Steenwijk, traveling thru a couple of lakes, be nice if the wind died down.

One new sight in these parts were large groups of storks, 15 or 20; where we only saw as many as 3 in the fields before this.

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insomniactalks · 2 years

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1/2 In a recent interview Meg said about working with Matt on s3 that: "most of OUR scenes were together". This doesn't look good for Portwell... What really annoys me is that it means they spent most of EJ's scenes with a character that won't appear in future seasons, instead of the wildcats... It's not even about the romantic ships... give me more of Ashlyn and EJ, or Carlos and EJ... we barely saw these characters interact and this season was a perfect opportunity...

2/2 Also, making most of his scenes with her makes me think that he will probably won't appear in the next seasons... It looks like they're preparing him to leave...

have you read that new interview with meg? she mentioned that most of her scenes and matt's were together- I think it's time we start saying goodbye....(this is another anon but putting these asks t/g)

I answer some of yall’s concerns in this post (give it a read if you can!) Just to clarify for you, anon(s), this is exactly what Meg said in the article, "most of our scenes were together so that was really cool." Just because most of Meg's scenes as Val were with Matt as EJ, doesn't automatically mean most of EJ's scenes were with Val. We have to keep in mind EJ is a main, meaning he's gonna get more screen time than Val (a guest star) and will share scenes with multiple characters. I deff agree I hope to see more Caswell cousins content and EJ bonding with the boys this season. I just love those diff dynamics outside of the romantic relationships, too! For the concerns about EJ sharing “most” of his scenes with Val, I wouldn’t worry too much about that b/c that doesn’t mean the same as Val being the one to share most of her scenes with EJ. Being a guest star, in only 8 episodes spanning 2 weeks, Val won’t be prioritized the way EJ will be as a main character. Sure, we’ll probably be introduced to Val thru EJ, and she may very well cause a ton of drama, but she might also help EJ’s character cont to progress in S3. One last thing that’s not included in my previous post: Don’t underestimate the power of Disney. Zombies 3 and S3 are premiering a week and a half apart. Of course Matt and Meg will have a ton of promo to do for these projects, and it makes sense they’d share a lot of scenes together. We’re gonna see Matt in Zombies 3 first, then see Meg in S3 soon after that. Disney is gonna wanna promote both projects as much as possible (esp in July) so it would make sense Meg had a lot of scenes w/ Matt. I believe they wrapped Zombies 3 last June, then started filming HSMTMTS S3 about 6 or 7 months later. Having Meg and Matt share scenes (in both universes) gives Disney the chance to get ppl hyped about both projects. Remember when Asher Angel guest starred as Jack in S2? And all his scenes were with Sofia (Gina)? Disney gave us a mini-Andi Mack reunion in the best way possible (I missed the Buffy and Jonah banter LOL). We knew Sofia and Asher would probably share most of their scenes together, right? Did that mean the end for Portwell? Did Jack stand in the way of a potential PW relationship? No. Jack was used as a plot device to help further them along lmaooo Isn’t it possible Val may function in the same way? I know she’s in more episodes than him but they’ve already used two plot devices in the form of guest stars to help further develop Portwell. I wouldn’t be surprised if Val/Meg serves the same kinda role in S3.

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morticious-delicious · 2 years

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Moving is horrific enough without all this, too.

ID below the read more:

[ID: Three screenshots, first is of three tweets (out of thirteen in a thread) from twitter user Tigerbeansarts that say “Guys if you were going to rent a house and it had a LOCKED storage space that you enter thru the upstairs BATHROOM ... 1/13 hashtag reads moving woes

And you notice the WHOLE HOUSE is w/o Air Conditioning however there IS an AC unit in the STORAGE LOFT (visible from inside the attached garage). 2/13

It has a window. There are two bathrooms without a window but the loft has one. and also in Google pics (old, there is grass in the front instead of the current landscaping) the window is open and with a fan stuck in in it. 3/13″

(Next screenshot is the following five tweets in the thread):

“Are you legally allowed to ask what’s up there? Is it flammable? Need to be ventilated? Perishable? Alive? IS SOMEONE LIVING IN MY FUTURE LOFT and WHY DON’T WE, the renters, GET THE LONG ASS ROOM FOR OUR USAGE?? 4/13

its 3000 square feet. Its so much house. But there’s the fact that we may have a Hugo Simpson living on the other side of the kids bathroom 5/13

In addition, when we drove by previously, there was a pit dug out on the side. You ever (see the) 1987 horror film “The Gate” with Stephen Dorff? Yeah when we went back it was just dirt, all smoothed over. hashtag reads Gatekept Gaslit 666/13

Look, we have to be out by the first of February and all I want is space for my family and all the shit we acquired while retail therapy-ing during quarantine. This house is grand and drafty and has ample room for entertaining guests. 7/13

It also absolutely looked like a creepy old witch lived there or maybe an old couple who were Satanists in the 70s (for the aesthetic). Which I gotta admit the truth- it turned me on. 8/13″

(final screenshot is the last five tweets in the thread)

Its also connected to a whole community (which is a turn off) but maybe some Rosemarys Baby vibes there now. Number 9/13

All of which I dig except for the part where I’m pulling my kid out of a tree or trying to coax my daughter from a TV set with static which, I don’t know how we’ll manage with a Roku. hashtag reads Roku no Static Channel 10/13

You have to understand- I’ve lived in a haunted house before . We learned to co-exist. But (if) the walls start dripping blood like- we’re not gonna get our deposit back with a stain like THAT, Beezlejuice. hashtag reads not enough sage in the world 11/13

Anyway our second choice just went off the market. Just like the first house we loved and asked to view. All signs are pointing to whatever lurks in this dark little cul de sac WANTS me there. Am I gonna finally have to baptize my kid? 12/13

At the end of the day- it has a pool. & the man can have an office and work from home so there will be proof of hashtag reads Paranormal Activity, and I won’t have to be the poor little stir crazy house wife all “I never should’ve dabbled in Wicca and DND and yoga and veganism (crying face emoji) waaaaaah” 13/13.

Made some small corrections to grammar. End ID]

#Hope I did the ID right!#This is my DND twitter if you want to follow me :)#This is also all scary but ... intriguing.#long post

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itsbeenclaireified · 1 year

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Please tell us why your mom yelled at the tour guide. I crave tales of traveling woe.

Okay so context: we were supposed to take a bullet train from Tokyo to Kyoto. And our itinerary basically just says that. In fact our itinerary on all days just lists what we’re doing but not like…what time we have to be anywhere etc. So every day our tour guide Alice will be like “tomorrow be in the hotel lobby by 8:45 am, our bus will arrive at 9 am” and then we’d depart some random time after that because sometimes the bus was 15 minutes late or like whatever happened. And the rest of the day would basically be a mystery of like well idk how long it takes to get to that shrine (usually an hr) but I guess we’ll see that!

So the night before our bullet train we are in the bus for like 2.5 hrs driving back in the typhoon, and it’s been a weird day because like half what what we “would see” we couldn’t see because of the rain. Like we couldn’t see the gardens at this kimono museum because of the rain and we couldn’t see mount Fiji thru the clouds, and the kimono museum wasn’t quite what was expected because only like…15(?) kimonos we’re on display and the artist who had made them had made over 100. So I think we all expected to see more like…30? And like the ones he was really famous for weren’t on display and you couldn’t take photos, so it was just a different experience than expected.

So we get back to our hotel and Alice announces that we need to have our bags outside our hotel room by 9 am so the porters can take them, and that we should be checked out of the room by 9:45 am and down in the lobby to verify our bags made it downstairs before the porters then ship them so we don’t have to carry them on the train. And we need to let Alice know how many bags because they will only take up to 50 bags (note there are 32 people on this trip and most of them are in their 70s, and several have mobility issues).

And we’re sitting there like…porters are going to take our bags? This is news to us. And also what does a bag mean? The three of us (mom, sister, myself) each have a carry-on duffel bag and a large roller bag that we had checked on the international flight. And also I will mention that like 2 days before we left for LA my mom is texted me about the size requirements for a bag on the trains (and also a confusing text about some meds that aren’t allowed to be carried into Japan, and it wasn’t a medication I was on so it took me a second) and I had a mild freak out about how to pack and what was I going to be able to use/carry etc. And all of this could have been avoided if it had been communicated in our itinerary.

So anyway, Alice says let me know if you have questions after we get off the bus. So after we get off I calmly ask Alice what is the definition of a bag? Like should we also not carry our carry-on bags? Is the expectation that we have no bags? Or do we just give her our checked bags?

Well Alice doesn’t understand. She’s like well how many bags do you have? And I again explain, a soft sided carry on and a roller bag and also a purse, so which ones are the porters expecting? And it’s around this time my mom bursts in mad that it wasn’t outlined in the itinerary that anyone would take our bags in the first place and why hasn’t it been brought up before we got here? Because if she knew ahead of time she might have packed differently.

Alice looks at us confused, it should all be in our itinerary. And I explain that it’s not, but before I can show her my mom blurts out again that a lot of things aren’t in our itinerary so that doesn’t seem to be the best place to get information.

And my mom is like big mad in this moment. This is a moment that has been building since we arrived a couple days before. My mom is a planner and loves travel (and we also suspect to be on the autism spectrum so never does well when things don’t go according to plan when she’s disregulated, but take that will the grain of salt that goes with me not being a medical doctor), so she’s been annoyed that Alice our tour guide has been frazzled for the last 3 days. Because this is Alice’s job! And my mom volunteers at the airport once a week, because she loves travel! So it had been especially hard for her to watch Alice just get absolutely frazzled having to count 31 people every time we get back on the bus, and she wastes our time on different shopping opportunities by reminding us to either be back by the specified time or she’ll just assume we want more time to shop and then we’ll be left and we’ll have to find our own way back to the hotel (no problem when you’re a 15 minute taxi away).

But anyway, big mad mom is laying into Alice about the other times the itinerary hasn’t matched what we do. Like when we landed on day one it said we’d stop for lunch, get a panoramic tour, and then drive to the hotel and have dinner. But our flight landed at 4:40 pm and we had to do customs and stuff so obviously we just drove straight to the hotel and we only had dinner at 8 pm. Which was fine, but was an example of how the itinerary doesn’t appear connected to what we’re actually doing. And Alice is confused because she’s not the one that made the itinerary, because she’s just a contractor for this company we booked with so she has no control about what happened before we arrived.

So i start to get nervous we’re going to make enemies with Alice the way my mom is yelling. Because also before the trip, the tour company had sent out a new condition that we could be “dismissed” from the trip if we weren’t fun to travel with. And Alice is really not understanding my mom’s concerns about having a stranger control her bag when she didn’t know ahead of time (Alice’s response is: you do know ahead of time, I’m telling you now).

And also for context my mom has been doomsday predicting we’re going to get kicked off this trip because she has had a couple of instances in her career where her failure to “play nice with others” eventually got her let go from jobs (was it sexism also? Yes. Can my mom navigate group dynamics and relationships? No.) And I, her social butterfly / corporate ladder daughter, has been like we’ll be fine I’ll balance us out and smooth things over.

Which now I’m seeing there’s a high probability we will not be fine.

I swoop in with the charisma I inherited from my dad and try to sooth feathers: We’re just worried that our group will have more than 50 bags with the criteria Alice has specified (Alice herself has 3 roller bags that she had pushed around the airport). We’re just worried there’s an email we’re not getting with information explaining things like this baggage carrier. Oh there’s not other information? Well maybe we could be alerted of activities as soon as Alice knows it? Maybe she could email us all the information.

And you can see Alice is less bristly when she looks at me, and she’s more on the defensive when she looks at my mom. And I basically am like verbally elbowing my mom with like “I think it’ll be fine, we just want to know what the plan is in the future.”

I can tell my mom is mad that Alice is not admitting she was wrong, or apologizing to my mom for being a bad guide. It’s actually unclear what my mom is hoping Alice will say, she’s just snapping at her. And I would like us to part ways before my mom says something we can’t walk back. And I can’t say that I think Alice is doing a good job either, but she is our guide and she is in a position of authority over us in that she has all the information and we need to get it from her.

So we break apart with Alice promising to send out an email later. And my mom is grumbling the whole time up to our room.

Once back in our room my mom snaps again about how incompetent Alice is and how nothing makes sense. And my sister also agrees with my mom. I made the mistake of trying to be like well let’s just try to put it behind us and just go with the flow. To which my mom yelled at me to “shut up and just let us vent!!”. Which is her right to do, vent.

I was just leaning more into our family’s motto that comes from years of doing RAGBRAI that’s “if you’re not having fun, lower your expectations”. And this trip has been a dream of my moms for yearssss and I had felt insane pressure to ensure that it lived up to that expectation because my family taught me to tiptoe around my mom and always make sure she was having a good time (spoiler: all the back-bending in the world cannot ensure that).

So now chastised I sit there quietly and try not to cry, as my mom vents to my sister. When she’s done, my sister says it’s time for dinner and should we go to 7-11 which is close. My mom decides that she will yet again not eat dinner because she isn’t hungry at all (there’s been a couple days like this). So my sister and I go out to 7-11 ourselves.

There we got a selection of things to eat, text my mom if she wants us to bring her anything (no, but then when we ask if she wants dessert she says yes to some flan). And I tell my sister that I just can’t do anything right, and how does she go thru life not carrying what our mother thinks of her actions? So we also vent, and hypothesize about our mom is in sensory overload, out of her routine, and is also becoming increasingly irrational as she eats less each day.

I feel better but also have accepted that I will not receive an apology for this outburst, so I will just have to do whatever it takes to put it behind me so as not to ruin the trip.

We go back to the room and while my sister is in the bathroom, my mom apologies for embarrassing me. It takes me a second to realize she means in front of Alice. And I say, it’s okay it’s understandable to feel that way since nothing had been clear.

We move on from this weird spot in the trip and my sister and I secretly text/Snapchat each other to vent when my mom isn’t looking. I also start to get Covid symptoms the next day (hindsight) and my mom always weirdly rebounds from her grizzly moods when someone else is sick/not having a good time.

Not because she like…takes care of you? It’s just like a weird thing my sister and I noticed that she’ll be weirdly chipper when other people are miserable. Like the Christmas my paternal grandma was dying my dad got food poisoning from shrimp cocktail, couldn’t eat the food he spent all day cooking, and was violently throwing up while we played a card game in the living room and my mom to this day says it was one of the best Christmases we’ve had. I however think of it as one of the worst.

So anyway, I started to get sick and my mom started to become more chipper. I will also say the bullet train that got delayed like 12 hrs, did allow us to have a couple unstructured hours in Tokyo, and my mom hates being told what to do so maybe it was the free time that helped. She also started eating actual full meals probably the next day.

But yeah, that was perhaps more detail that you wanted but there you go, I can’t resist the full color of the story.

#claireified #anon ask #anonymous #Japan trip mishaps

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i did something similar last year but who cares about rehashing answers ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

1) i actually posted about it lol but i say my hypmic anniversary is when death respect came out!!! i got into around that time when a third jp merch site i used to shop at had a listing for bbmtc patches and yamada ichiro’s patch was the cutest thing i had ever seen lmao

2) besides ichiro’s face lol i listened to dba and was sold

3) hm!! i think it tracks with other stuff i obsess with!!! there’s characters with depth, finding bonds with each other/being found family, with a healthy dose of action!!!! the fact it’s told thru music is a plus; the fandoms i hung around longest in the past utilised character songs to supplement their character and i lost my mind then much similarly to the way i do now lol

4) i didn’t have a negative opinion on anybody the moment they appeared actually!!!! (except for rei lol but that was because he was disrespecting ichijiku and not for his crimes as a deadbeat dad lol) obvs the ones who stood out were ichiro, then jakurai, and then kuukou lol

5) ichiro!!!! ❤️

6) mtc and rei actually!!!! like mtc was my least favourite division when it was just the og divisions!!!! ‘somebody gotta do it’ and ‘don’t play no game that i can’t win’ dropped and that’s when my opinion of them changed but i’m not sure when i became significantly less normal about them lol 🤔 as for rei, i had a negative opinion from the get go and being bb’s father certainly didn’t help, but then i used my brain and embraced his mystery and his clowniness lol

7) buster bros in the house still number one☝️

8) i went from being a natural ichiro enjoyer, to a ‘not so normal’ jakurai liker, to a ‘i need him to breathe’ kuukou stan lol

9) dba!!!! and like a loser too lol i really did mean to listen to all the songs in order 💀

10) fav solo is break the wall but we’ll see how i’m feeling after year with nagosaka’s new solos hitoya and sasara’s are some real contenders lol

11) kaigen 😭😭😭😭😭😭

12) BATTLE OF PRIDE IS SO GOOD YALL

13) i’m assuming this is manga release songs and i really like rip, double trouble and murder in the house of magic lol

14) a toss up between hoodstar➕ and summit of divisions lol

15) are there any really lol???? i don’t interact with the fandom enough to know if there are songs that are universally considered mid or worse lol lemme know if there are

16) BAD ASS TEMPLE ONLY KNOWS HOW TO PUT OUT BANGER AFTER BANGER LOL

17) ichiro dice and sasara!!!!!!

18) honestly the better question is who don’t i listen to lol. i try to listen to the composers works when their collaborations are announced!!

19) i have been praying for queen bee/avu-chan to write something for kuukou, and i hope that when if we get solos for the ladies, goddess artist eill writes for honobono because i’m ready for this godawful woman to have the best j-hiphop song in this franchise LOL

20) i can’t remember if it was batfs or moonlight shadow that i was on the screen while my mom was home but she thought it was a jam so probably a bat song tbh

21) i have demoted myself to arb enjoyer from a distance lol 😭😭😭

22) shit arb’s been keeping me satisfied like all hell lmao!!!!! arb should give me an event with samatoki kuukou and juto tho lmao but oooooooh what if we got events with the mixed up divisions??? that’d be dope 😲

23) HAHA yeah i’m a huge multishipper. there are very few ships i don’t like, and my shipping bicycles have been both jakurai and samatoki, but you can easily flay me alive with ichikuu and riodice crumbs and i’ll break down thank you lmao

24) i’m not a self insert kinda person lol

25) since i’m introverted i’d probably get along best with someone like ichiro or jakurai. i can only love kuukou from a far i don’t think i could handle him lmao

26) no i’m not a kinnie lmao but i’m probably like a mashup between ramuda and jyushi with a dash of jakurai’s general dilf dad friend attitude, what ever that monstrosity would look like as a character lmao

27) *drowning in hypmic merch* i have some :) lol and I REALLY WANTED THAT BAT TOTE BAG I WISH I KNEW IT EXISTED BEFORE LAST WEEK 😭😭😭

28) it’s not weird, i just want a large figurine of kuukou like the ones we got for rhyme anima 😭 he’ll probably look ugly but that’s okay he’s my gremlin scrunkly 😌

29) vocaloid collab??? a different mobage collab??? like idk what if ainana and hypmic collabed we could get the fattest spiderman pointing meme going on lol

30) i think there is a lot of empty air in between the 6 colours and mixed up tracks like how okay is samatoki and ramuda’s relationship really??? ramuda didn’t sound too enthused by jakurai’s desire to help even in the fling posse inc track. if chuuoku intends to use sasasama and ichikuu against each other i would like to see them really rekindle that friendship!!! and more of the mixed up divisions 🤭

31) i understand if rei’s not your cup of tea lol but he is a lot of fun lol. rosho tends to get slept on a lot in the sense that he’s kinda just sasara’s man, but only that and it kinda sucks a little lol. also!!!! if rio and hitoya have millions of numbers of fans i am one of them. if rio and hitoya have ten fans i am one of them. if rio and hitoya have only one fan that is me. if rio and hitoya have no fans, that means i am no longer—

32) THIS IS LIKE ASKING WHY DO WE NEED THE SUN TO SUSTAIN LIFE I JUST LOVE KUUKOU DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED LOL

33) hmmmmm how about: tho kuukou isn’t afraid of ghosts, when he was much younger, on a trip to the beach with his family, he saw all of the dead souls that the ocean has claimed reaching out to him as if to pull him into the ocean and claim him. so some of that fear comes from a bad supernatural childhood experience

34) liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike nemu?????? nemu???????? nemu??????????????? i also have taken unami and ren as lowkey ocs and supplanted personalities that are very self indulging to what i want for kuukou lol

35) bat has everything i don’t have packaged with everything that i love and it’s so dope like wtf??? wtf????

36) idk which hypster magazine it was but one of the magazines asked the characters what’s something they’ve been into lately. jyushi answered with muscle training and it’s 💯% because on a hot and sunny day, where kuukou quite frequently used his shirt to wipe up the sweat from his face and hitoya sweated thru both his undershirt and dress shirt, he was exposed kuukou’s abs and hitoya’s surprisingly fit body and thought to himself, ‘god i wish that were me’ lmao

37) i don’t want any new divisions at all but if we were to get some, i’d hope they’d be from okinawa, hokkaido or kyoto

38) i cyberstalk hayama-san as best as i can lol and i watch sakakihara-san, takeuchi-san, and iwasaki-san’s web shows occasionally!!!! i also poke around whatever mtc’s seiyuu are doing every once in a while 🤗

39) watching the hyprice grow to hypmic music has been very enlightening lmao

40) i’m still pretty proud i pumped out a whole month worth of kuukou art for his bday lol. also the fanart i just posted for bat solos might be some of my best stuff actually like how did i do that kuukou one fr

41) i prefer the manga/drama tracks, but the stage’s phenomenal writing will always have me in a vice grip lol

42) i’m banking on ‘if we hesitate etc’ being the most emotionally draining experience that canon will ever put me thru because if because if bat goes thru something like that i may never recover actually lmao

43) i feel like i’m an observer rather than a theorist??? but i made an observation that bat has a weathering the storm motif a while back from their speakers and mics and hitoya wound up stating just that in cross a line so that made me feel pretty accomplished lol

44) I WANT TO SEE THE FALL OUTS!!!!!!! HOW DID KUUKOU AND SASARA DEAL WITH THEIR SUDDEN SEPARATION AND HOW THEY SNAPPED OUT OF THEIR HYPNOSIS!!!!!!!! RAMUDA PICKING HIMSELF UP FROM JAKURAI DISAPPOINTING HIM!!!!!!!!!!! MORE OF THAT PLS!!!!!

45) nobody irl but to all of those who sent me asks/dms, know that i appreciate it and i would k—

46) fck the drbs but also it’d be nice if bb or mtc won but also kuukou would look 🥵 on a throne soooooo

47) idk if anyone in this cast is considering the ramifications of taking over/overthrowing the government. i think it’d be neat to see a 2nd gen hypmic with new divisions scrambling to survive the power vacuum our gen has caused and the og gen has effectively become the antagonists to the 2nd gen. it’d be like a cycle!!!! otome took over the government for more altruistic reasons but is as oppressive as her predecessor; same hat, og gen overthrew the government for the good of all but didn’t have any plans to fix it, only to remove and creates even more discord

48) comfort???? a fandom home????? massive brainrot????? pick your poison lol

49) save your wallets and don’t lol the characters are fun!!!! the music can be a gateway to something you’ve never experienced!!!!!! you can lose hours of your life trying to find the details!!!!!!!!! it’s fun!!!!!!! 😄

50) lol i have a tattoo, that’s plenty reminder ✌️

#vee queued to fill the void #i posted a lot yesterday so while I intended this to be for yesterday #i decided to post it today lol

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