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my main is @rodian and i was your secret santa, @aroberuka

sorry for the wait, several things got in the way, but i hope this makes up for it!

roxy and jake hanging out as bros do. jake likes his pretty nails! :) NOT intended to be jakeroxy

@strawberryfruitprincess, i’m your secret santa this year! happy feferi is something i’m always happy to deliver on; hope you’ll like it :)

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#homestuckss #hsss2019 #strawberryfruitprincess

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@laylainalaska i feel like this might be of interest to you...

sholiofic

prompt call: st3 aftermath, after the battle/before the timeskip, a moment between joyce and jonathan? (also: happy birthday! :D)

Outside the mall, the first thing Joyce does, by long habit, is look for her sons. The parking lot is a madhouse, with ambulances and fire trucks and soldiers everywhere. Helicopters pass by overhead. This is going to be a night Hawkins will never forget, she thinks vaguely, and then she thinks about how many other nights of strange and terrible events that Hawkins has forgotten completely. And she can’t let herself laugh at it, she can’t, because she might start laughing and not stop.

She’s got a couple of soldiers as minders, and they keep making noises about needing to debrief her, but she’s ignoring them and so far they haven’t pressed the issue, apparently realizing that they would need to herd her away at gunpoint to stop her from looking for her boys. She has seen too much not to think they wouldn’t do it if they had to, but they don’t quite seem to want to press the issue in front of a parking lot full of witnesses. She’s not sure where Murray got off to, although if they’ve given him a comfortable interrogation room and something to drink, he is probably going to happily talk their ears off all night.

But she doesn’t want to think about Murray, because thinking about him makes her think about –and, no. She’s going to look for her boys. That’s what she needs to do.

“Will!” she calls. “Jonathan!”

She spots Jonathan first, bundled up in a blanket in the back of an ambulance. She pushes past other people who hardly even register on her, and climbs up with him before she notices he’s not alone. Nancy is cuddled in beside him.

“Hi,” Joyce says, and she hugs Jonathan and then hugs Nancy too. “You’re all right. Thank God.” She takes Jonathan by the shoulders. “Where’s your brother?”

“He’s okay, Mom.” Jonathan grips her wrist with his hand – not a tiny hand anymore, a man-sized hand. “I think he’s with Mike and the Wheelers. He’s fine. I just saw him a minute ago.”

Joyce lets out a shuddering breath. She turns to look out across the parking lot, at all the flashing lights and the little clusters of people where families are reuniting.

Her eye falls on a small figure: Eleven, or Jane, as Hop used to call her. Alone. Looking and looking, for someone she won’t find.

And two soldiers, guns cocked over their shoulders, looking at her expectantly. Their patience will only hold out for so long, she knows, and she could fight, she could push back, but … she’s tired. So tired.

“Jonathan, are you hurt? You don’t have to go to the hospital, do you?”

“No, Mom,” he says, still gripping her wrist.

“I’m going to need to go with these men, okay? You’ll have to take your brother home. And make sure he gets some food into him, something decent, no junk food.”

“Yeah, Mom, I can do that.” There’s a slight, lopsided smile on his face. She wonders if he’s thinking about all the many ways this conversation has played out between them, usually under much more normal circumstances, over the years. Pick your brother up after school, Jonathan, I’m working late. Your brother’s sick, can you stay home with him on Saturday? Be sure to take out the pot roast to thaw, sweetie, I’ll put it in when I get home …

God, she’s so lucky to have him. So lucky to have both of them.

“And … Jonathan? That Eleven girl? Can you take her home along with Will?” She pushes onward, forestalling any questions he might ask. “I don’t think she has anywhere to go tonight.”

Jonathan, bless him, doesn’t ask questions. He just nods, serious and dependable.

It’s Nancy who asks what Jonathan doesn’t. “Are you all right, Mrs. Byers?”

“I’m fine, thank you, honey,” she lies, and kisses Jonathan’s forehead while he looks embarrassed. “I’ll be home soon. Okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Jonathan says, and then he leans forward to hug her, something he doesn’t do much anymore. She grips him, and then clings to him, arms wrapped tightly around him, feeling the press of his ribs under his loose T-shirt and the blanket. So fragile and yet so strong. Her Jonathan.

“I love you,” she says into his hair, and he mumbles it back, and then she lets him go and steps down from the ambulance. She gives the soldiers an expectant look, and they have the decency to look a little bit ashamed before they lead her away.

She looks back a few times, before they put her in a car and she can no longer see her son. A mother has that right.

#stranger things #fic rec #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 3 spoilers

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y’all today i completely unexpectedly found a manga called aromantic (love) story (in french–no idea if it’s been translated into english at all but the original title is 桐生先生は恋愛がわからない / Kiryû-sensei wa Renai ga Wakaranai) about a woman who does not get love, does not care about love, and would like for men to stop hitting on her please and thank you, and it’s making me so happy???

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a very important update now that i read book 1:

the MC is 32 & never fell in love with/dated anyone

her two best friends are also women, also 32 and all three of them are happily single!

one of them is openly bi!!

asexuality & aromanticism have both been mentioned multiple times!!!

MC herself says she’s questioning and y’know? i have never ever seen a character in their 30s openly admit to 1)questioning their sexuality and 2)still not being sure after YEARS of questioning so that’s hella cool

“who said women had to love romance what is this patriarchal nonsense”

“anyway the idea that love should be the ultimate goal of our lives is bs pushed on us by society”

some dude: i love you

MC: okay but what if i misinterpreted it? i probably misinterpreted it. why are hetero men so complicated.

MC: *starts hyperventilating*

Also MC: oh no is this what love feels like to ppl who feel love??? i just don’t know :0

y’all

Y’ALL

everything else is cancelled this series is the only thing that matters to me rn

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i know i haven’t been here in forever but i just finished the series and i need y’all to know that this was in fact 100% legit questioning a-spec rep--not a setup for romantic comedy hijinks, not some MC-eventually-discovers-love-thanks-to-meeting-The-One bs, this was bonafide Some People Don’t, Actually. also idk why i didn’t put the name of the author right there in that post but it’s Ono Haruka. please read this series if you can it’s Good and Important.