This is a world in which Mob and Reigen’s paths have never crossed, in which 10-year-old Mob found psychic guidance in the form of the aging, retired tv personality Keiji Mogami, in which Reigen followed through on his plans to close the Spirits and Such Agency, in which a cruel twist of Mob’s powers forces him to confront how dangerous he really is.
10 year old Shigeo Kageyama has vanished, his trail instantly cold, and his case gathers dust in police archives as a kidnapping never solved. Four years pass before a chain of events causes his path to cross with that of the despondent, unfulfilled fake-psychic-turned-fake-investigator, Arataka Reigen. Reigen finds himself in over his head caring for an escaped victim of abuse who, for reasons unfathomable, has been taught to believe his very existence is a horrifically dangerous thing…
(Also is your icon world-renowned American physicist Richard Feynman?)
oooh for that fic commentary thing: the beginning section of "and there will be no more sorrows in the worlds to come" up to "John, utterly convinced. Utterly convincing."
oooh hell yeah this is a fun bit:
“Here is the thing of it: everything lasts and everything dies and fuck the world and everything it is becoming, here you are, John says to his world, here is the terror of existence, here is pain and fear and love and passion and here it is again, over and over and over and here we are, John say-scream-sings the world. Here we are, becoming.
Here is John: motivational speaker, mouthpiece of false sentiment. Here is John, lover, writer, dreamer of dreams. Here is John playing chess in the park. Here is John walking to work in the rain. Here is John laughing with his friends at a bar in the early hours of the evening, John who imagines this moment forever, the moment ending. Here is John saying it will be okay. You are valuable. You have purpose, that you must look to the world and broaden your personal horizons, enlightenment is only footsteps away if you would only reach out and grab it.
Here is John, mouth chewing words he does not believe.
Here is John, realizing the eternity of existence. Here is John, ripping pages out of his books, here is sleepless John at four in the morning thinking about all the other mornings that must continue and must continue and must continue. Here is John, wild-eyed, not ranting, no, John does not rant, John paces in lecture halls in perfectly pressed suits and here are his audiences wide eyed, rapt. Here are other speakers wide eyed, rapt. Here are his friends, colleagues, strangers.
Here is John, slick vitriol pouring out of his mouth, sinking his words into the fertile soil of other imaginations. John, utterly convinced. Utterly convincing.”
ok so like I’m pretty sure i wrote this in a fucking trance state, like I wrote this just kind of as one big unrolling tragedy and i dont think i ever edited it — it was after one of the episodes where john tells merle to “break the bonds” (i forget the exact number) and I was just thinking about how …sad john was. and i was thinking about how you turn from motivational speaker to like, “johnny vorsesona eater of worlds”, and how toxic someone who is both convincing and cynical and devastatingly depressed can be. i was trying to figure out why someone ends up like john, and then i stared a little too long into the depths of my own psyche and had to like, reevaluate my entire mindset on the world cause yall? this was wayyyyyyy too easy to write.
it was kind of an excuse for me to write a prose poem, to be honest. i wrote the first line — everything lasts and everything dies and fuck the world and everything it is becoming — and i just kind of had to …keep going? sometimes you just have to write a thing. I’m trying to juxtapose aggressively adjectived and verbed imagery with pretty blunt “here is ____” statements, and that’s the sort of construction i used to begin this, along with just a lot of sentence fragments and creative verb usage. “mouth chewing words he does not believe.” i like that bit a lot.
i liked the idea of john as a normal guy who underwent maybe like, the most horrifyingly destructive midlife crisis, realization of his own lack of mortality and mortality, oh my god it just goes on forever? it just goes on forever? make it stop!!! make it stop right now!!!!!! kind of depressed and self destructive and charismatic and put together enough that he focuses all of that energy outward and causes. well. the hunger.
ANYWAY BYELER LET'S GO. –– mike and will get their own apartment at like, 20. it's tiny and cozy and it's theirs, finally, but holy shit they have so much unpacking to do and so little motivation to do it. so instead, they lay out a blanket and eat dinner on their empty living room floor. they dance around all the empty space and just. exist in this new amazing thing they achieved together. eventually they unpack but their first day in their new home involved a lot more kissing than unpacking
the only thing they unpack is a record player that jonathan, steve and nancy gave will for his 18th birthday. and they put on rebel yell and dance through their apartment, shouting along to the lyrics, feeling free and so so happy.
i walked the world with you, babe a thousand miles with you i dried your tears of pain, babe a million times for you i’d sell my soul for you babe
and then later when they lie down on their mattress that almost fills out the whole bedroom (and they haven’t even put the bed together yet) they can’t do anything but hold hands and stare at each other. they are both speechless. and so full of wonderment, relief and joy. they did it. they made it out. alive. and together. they get to have this. a new home, for just the two of them. new rooms to fill with creativity, happiness and love. so so much love. all the love they cannot keep inside because their hearts are filled to the brim with it and already it begins to seep into the floorboards, into the old water stains on the ceiling, into the heavy front door that creaks every time they open it. they are going to make this their safe haven, their happy place. they’ve still got a lot of unpacking to do, put everything together, decorate it, make it cosy. but with the other by their side - it already feels like home.
Everyone’s imprinting experience was different and unforgettable in their own special ways. Embry’s was no exception.
He met his imprint on a hunting trip to Alaska during an investigation as to whether or not more shifters existed in other parts of the world. The last year had uncovered so many different creatures and myths for Embry and his friends, and with an endless amount of time on their hands it just made sense for them to go investigate.
Carlisle had uncovered talk about a possible shifter group of wild cats in a small town in Alaska. Upon further investigation, it revealed a group of lynx shifters. It was a surprising revelation since the cats were usually kind of small, but were still vicious little things.
Embry and Jacob were going in to talk to the leader when he saw him. His imprint.
It was just how Jacob and Quill had described it. The air seemed to still and his breath caught in his throat. The space around him shimmered slightly in a mystical kind of way.
“Well shit.” Jacob said, catching sight of Embry’s dopey look.
The head Lynx chick looked at the two boys oddly and then looked over to Embry’s new imprint, “Ah shit.”
“We’re gonna be seeing a lot more of each other.” Jacob said, sheepishly.
“You know about imprinting?” The lynx girl asked, surprised.
Jacob hooked an arm around Embry, keeping him from barreling towards the boy, “Oh yeah.”
Embry hadn’t heard a word they were saying, completely enthralled with the lynx boy. He was lanky, with curly brown hair and a smattering of freckles everywhere. He couldn’t be older than 20, with a youthful look still about him. Embry was pleased to see the lynx was just as mesmerized as he was.
“I’m Embry.” He said, holding out his hand.
“Troy.” The boy, Troy, said brightly.
When their hands touched a slight buzz struck through their hands and they grew matching grins.
The rest of the conversation carried on around them, while Jacob introduced them and explained their presence and what they were. The world could be ending catastrophically for all they cared though, as Embry and Troy sat off to the side, starting their long road of getting to know each other and falling in love.
Today in: whoops, where did all this world building come from? I want to make a handy post with Omega terms, as they exist in the soace Regency AU. For example a male parent is Father/dad, a female parent is Mother/mom, and an omega parent is Carrier/Omad. Because in a society where omega is the accepted third gender, and always has been, it makes sense that different terms would exist (to me).
And also some stuff about omega beauty/social norms, accepted professions, typical presentation and fashion. I’ve got this whole thing written in paper, after researching all sorts of Regency/Georgian Era stuff. I’ve been busy. But. Ugh. Typing.
So much typing. The research and building is way more fun than the typing and ordering.
I took notes watching the stream! Let me know if there’s anything integral that I missed– and you can bet SERIOUS MONEY that I’ll be piecing together more theories in the next few days!
CONFIRMED: WARFSTACHE PREQUEL.
“Bonjour” was an homage to ADWM.
Each character Mark plays has different quotes about “Life” (i.e. Life is for the living, life is ours to choose, life needs a bit of madness).
THE DRUNK SEQUENCE PREDICTS EVERYTHING!!
The Damien keg stand meant to signify that he’d be stuck in “the upside-down”, and when he tried to wake us up, that told us he was the only one who really wanted to help us!
ASSHOLE MARK NEVER DRINKS.
The Mayor turning gray means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Mark tried to make it obvious we would die, yet we were all still surprised (lmao).
CONFIRMED: In Mark’s own words, Damien is the only one with a “human” reaction to the death.
The Colonel was based on the hunter from Jumanji!
The Chef is scary, but inherently harmless.
Little Buddy’s “kill” mode is insignificant to the story and WAS an homage to FNaF.
CONFIRMED: COLONEL, MARK, AND DAMIEN WERE FRIENDS SINCE CHILDHOOD BUT HAD A FALLING-OUT.
And the dick on the body tape was 100% Ethan’s idea!! LMAO
CONFIRMED: The Colonel DOES “pop in and out of existence”, but he is NOT the only one to do so– just the most obvious.
Mark tried to make it “painfully apparent” that the Colonel was the one who did it.
Detective and Asshole Mark were friends at the same time he, Damien, and Colonel were friends– but the two did NOT know the Detective.
The long winding hall sequence with Detective was intentional– so we could get oriented with the house…
… because the house “does not follow the laws of physics”.
When following the Colonel out of the bedroom on the second floor, we warp with him to the first floor patio (with the pool).
The crib in the room was not a planned detail in the story.
CONFIRMED: The Colonel and Celine ran off together, and that’s what made Asshole Mark hate him.
CONFIRMED: IN THE WHOLE STORY, THERE IS NO HOST INVOLVEMENT WHATSOEVER.
CONFIRMED: The Colonel and Asshole Mark grew up together in that house, which is why the Colonel knows it so well and refers to it as “his own”. Mark even considered making those two characters be brothers!
“Hence the guns” is one of Mark’s favorite scenes in the series.
The cane is a sign of Damien’s high-class status as Mayor.
CONFIRMED: Celine and Asshole Mark were married.
Quote from Mark himself: “[Celine] wants what she wants, and she won’t let anyone get in her way”
Another quote: “She also has a temper… like someone else we know”
Mark’s original inclination was to make Damien and Celine be siblings, hence Celine’s adamant refusal of Damien’s help. (I caught onto this notion, but it didn’t really resonate with anyone else I talked to about it.)
Mark said that Celine wanted to use the viewer in the ritual because she saw them as expendable, since she didn’t know them personally.
There are no lightning strikes when George says “murder” because he hasn’t been inside the house for many years.
CONFIRMED: The house is cursed. (Make of that what you will.)
CONFIRMED: In the final door shot of Celine, she is possessed– because she messed with power beyond her control, and Damien was in the room with her at the time.
The Colonel looks out for Celine and Damien– but NOT Asshole Mark.
The odd glowy room-walking sequence was supposedly a small view into another world– “the upside-down”, it was dubbed (but there’s debate about whether that region specifically was “the upside-down”)
There is debate as to whether this is how the Colonel “pops in and out of existence”.
We don’t see the Detective’s investigation room until that chapter because the house hid it from us.
In that room, there are post-its reading “DON’T TRUST THE SEER” (which I caught, but it was a very minor thing I had to watch multiple times to see)
The Colonel owed Asshole Mark A LOT of money.
As we fall, William says, “It was an accident, I swear!”
The original idea for the final gun scene was that Damien would walk in and be the one the Colonel shot, NOT us.
CONFIRMED: Asshole Mark had killed himself many times before, but returned to his body from “the upside-down”. That’s why he was stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, AND shot– none of those happened on the same day. Asshole Mark tried his hand at the dark arts to achieve this.
CONFIRMED: The black eyes we see when Asshole Mark’s body speaks to us after we die is NOT his own spirit– it’s the spirit of someone else trapped there.
CONFIRMED: Damien had every intention of helping us! He did! Mark confirmed it– he wasn’t manipulating us at all, he just wanted the best for us!
CONFIRMED (!!!): William/the Colonel spent ten hours watching our body overnight and cradled Damien’s cane the whole time. (THE FEELS ARE REAL, GUYS! THEY’RE CANON!!)
CONFIRMED: The reason Wilford Warfstache’s suspenders are pink is because they used to be red, but they faded over many, many years.
Mark didn’t realize how tragic the ending really was until he was editing it. In his own words, it’s “terrifyingly sad”.
And, finally, the one we’ve all been waiting for…
CONFIRMED: DAMIEN PUSHED US OUT OF THE BODY. But he wasn’t manipulating us for that… he did it because he cared for us and didn’t think we deserved the true hell of what resurrection really meant. He did it because he thought it was the right thing to do.
It’s not just a feeling—it’s an emotion that causes action
It is time to change the meaning of the word
The word is mostly used according to the first definition given in the dictionary:
“an intense feeling of deep affection.”
In other words, love is what one feels.
After years spent speaking with couples before, during and after marriage; and of talking to parents and children struggling with their relationships, I am convinced of the partiality of the definition.
Love should be seen not as a feeling but as an enacted emotion. To love is to feel and act lovingly.
Too many women have told me, bruises visible on their faces, that the husbands who struck them love them. Since they see love as a feeling, the word hides the truth, which is that you do not love someone whom you repeatedly beat and abuse. You may have very strong feelings about them, you may even believe you cannot live without them, but you do not love them.
The first love mentioned in the Bible is not romantic love, but parental love (Genesis 22). When a child is born, the parent’s reaction to this person, who so recently did not exist, is to feel that
“I would do anything for her.”
In the doing is the love—the feeling is enacted. That is why we often hear the phrase
“you don’t act like you love me.”
We know in our bones that love is not a feeling alone, but a feeling that flows into the world in action.
Between human beings, love is a relational word. Yes, you can love things that do not love you back—the sky or a mountain or a painting or the game of chess. But the love of other people is directional. There is a lover and a beloved—you don’t just love, but you love at someone. And real love is not only about the feelings of the lover; it is not egotism. It is when one person believes in another person and shows it.
In Fiddler on the Roof, when Tevye asks Golde whether she loves him after a quarter century of marriage, her wry answer is exactly on point:
For twenty-five years I’ve washed your clothes Cooked your meals, cleaned the house Given you children, milked your cow She asks then,
“If that’s not love, what is?”
Of course it is possible to perform all sorts of duties for someone and feel little or nothing for them.
Love is not about being hired help. Love is not an obligation done with a cold soul. But neither is it a passion that expresses itself in cruelty, or one that does not express itself at all. The feeling must be wedded to the deed.
We would have a healthier conception of love if we understood that love, like parenting or friendship, is a feeling that expresses itself in action. What we really feel is reflected in what we do.
The poet’s song is dazzling and the passion powerful, but the deepest beauty of love is how it changes lives.
Everybody is talking about the Mike/Eleven relationship this season (and not without good reason) BUT I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THERE AREN’T MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THE GLORIOUSNESS THAT IS THE MIKE AND WILL FRIENDSHIP.
Just a few examples of this goodness:
Mike literally refusing to leave Will’s side pretty much from the moment he got infected by the shadow monster until the final episode.
Mike sleeping in a hospital chair next to Will’s bed at the lab
Will confiding in Mike about all the shadow monster episodes
“I’ll take care of him. Let me take him home.” (on halloween night)
Mike instinctually trusting Will about Dart being the demogorgon no questions asked
“If we’re both going crazy then I guess we’ll go crazy together.”
When Will had forgotten a lot of things because of the virus, but he hadn’t forgotten Mike
Mike trying to phone Will throughout the school day when Will didn’t show up to school
Joyce trying to send Mike home when Will’s infected and Mike is just not having ANY of that bullshit
The only time we see Will’s facial expression change when he’s under the control of the shadow monster is when a single tear rolls down his face after Mike has finished telling the story of the day they met
Oh no Will’s in trouble! *first thing we see is a camera pan to Mike’s worried face*
Oh so when Will wakes up in the disguised shack of course Hopper will be there in case something goes wrong. Joyce and Jonathan obviously, because family. Oh and Mike Wheeler, despite the fact that the rest of their gang of friends remained in the house.
are you telling me that mike and will are like family because i am not emotionally ready to deal with that
When they’re all telling stories to get Will to snap out of it and Will’s own mother and brother have told heart-wrenching emotional stories and nothing’s come of it and the thing that finally gets Will to fight back and start replying in morse code is Mike telling Will about the day they met
Basically my emotions went everywhere when Mike was talking about the day that he became friends with Will
“It was the best thing that I’ve ever done.”
You can go on and on about any of the other relationships between characters. But you cannot deny that the friendship between Mike and Will is literally the purest thing to ever exist on television.
To conclude, why are people not talking more about this beautiful example of everything good about the world that is Will Byers and Mike Wheeler’s friendship
the whole beginning sequence with the world in mourning and loss of hope, the white dudes terrorizing the shop of the muslim woman and her son and the way it was framed slowly transitioning to gotham and just how fucking Zack Snyder is was
batman being the most Bat to ever Bat
the amazon war sequence and the amazons holding up the gate in That Seen and wrecking my whole existence and the War Cries
gods and men and lanterns and amazons and atlantians
lois being the Big Guns
arthur curry drinking that bottle of whiskey as waves crash around him in That Scene
bruce’s guilt over clark’s death
mera. just. mera.
diana: “on my lead”
cyborg basically being MVP
diana and arthur working together to fight steppenwolf
People are staggeringly invested in telling trans women, demigirls, non-binary and agender femmes how they should be presenting their gender/lack thereof. That it’s not enough, or it’s too much. But your femininity is your own, and you go ahead and express it however you damn well please.
Wow the blatant sexism against female characters has moved on to Nancy Wheeler, why am I even surprised at this point, but I am going to defend her anyways
Nancy Wheeler is the kind of a girl who fights an entire corrupt cooperation because she doesn’t want her best friends parents to go bankrupt
Nancy Wheeler fights them despite there terrible threats against her because she knows they are corrupt and don’t deserve to get away with it
Nancy Wheeler is the girl who tried to deal with her own guilt, and grief for an entire year without having any real outlet for it
Nancy Wheeler is basically the only one who doesn’t buy or maybe a better word is accept that all the guilty people are ‘gone’ - side note so I don’t have to fight people over this Eleven comes to the realization Papa is still alive so clearly they are not all ‘gone’
Nancy Wheeler figures out how to manipulate said agency knowing full well they will underestimate her
Nancy Wheeler isn’t reckless she seeks help when she is out of her depth
Nancy Wheeler can keep up with ridiculous conspiracy journalist
Nancy Wheeler can’t deal with her overwhelming emotions at 16, like wow normal teens can’t deal with there first sexual relationship and yet you loser on tumblr are critiquing realistic female trauma #feminism
Nancy Wheeler doesn’t have to love Steve Harrington now that he is the new fandom fav
Nancy Wheeler is allowed to lash out, everyone else on the show fucking does - Mike/Eleven/Steve/Hopper/Jonathan etc.
The idea people are honest when drunk is such bullshit, people lash out about the things they are feeling at the moment, everything is amplified, so frustration, fear, guilt, pain, being overwhelmed all of which are natural pore out of her
Nancy Wheeler can have feeling for Jonathan because they have shared history, and attraction, no 16 year old is ready for a white picket fence future, regardless of what fucking decade it is
Nancy Wheeler is there for Barbs family
Nancy Wheeler is there for her Family - Mike has been a brat towards her and she still wants to look out for him (all 13 year old boys are brats to their older sisters but that doesn’t make it any easier)
Nancy Wheeler is there for Jonathan as he has to torture his own brother, and she makes the hard calls so he doesn’t have to - this saves Will
Nancy Wheeler is there for Dustin knowing exactly what to say to him,because she has a big heart full of love
Nancy Wheeler is in no way cold, unfeeling, cruel, she is a complex character, she is a realistic 16 year old trying to grow in a world full of monsters and world ending crisis’s you don’t have to like her but to shit on her constantly is pathetic especially for horribly sexist tropes she doesn’t have to be easy to deal with, she doesn’t have to be there for your fav male character, she is allowed to exist as a flawed human being, as all the other characters on the show are
They weren’t the same. They would never, ever be the same.
Eddie was awkward; he’d ramble when he got nervous, he thought band aids could fix all his problems and that Richie was the prettiest and dirtiest thing he’d ever seen. Richie was a loner; the black sheep of his non-existent family, he had a switch blade and a broken past and he thought Eddie was too good for this world, too good for him.
No, they’re never be the same. But that was okay. Different was good.
Baldr:The brightness of life. Let your presence be inspiring and beautiful to all. Allow your joy to radiate from within and become your aura.
Bragi:Believe in the power of your words. Speak carefully with thought and precision. Let your praise empower and strengthen, and your insults dishearten and wither.
Eir:Seek the cure. Help those in need, and offer comfort in whatever form you can. Reject the corruption of disease, any affliction can be treated and healed with the right approach.
Fenrir:Destroy your chains and those who forge them. Never be cowed or submit in fear, reason should be met with respect but dominion with insurrection.
Forseti:Deliver the beneficial compromise. Let peace be brokered and unnecessary conflict be evaded, good faith be honoured and deception be castigated.
Freyja:Bask in your glory and empowerment. Let pleasure be a virtue, and self-determination be the basis of your strength. Revel in your emotions for they are your power.
Freyr:Advance the endeavour of growth. Nurture life in all its forms and display the beauty of progeneration. Anything can take root and grow given the right conditions.
Frigga:Provide and protect. Let all you care for be comfortable and safe, and no need be denied. The fire can warm but also burn.
Heimdall:Vigilance and caution. A misstep may bring misery and an unheard word, disaster. The way forward is clear and danger is transparent, when the time is taken to identify it.
Hela:Death is but the other half of life. Let stillness be, and quiet guide your thoughts. Endings should be neither sought nor feared, an end is but the opportunity for further beginnings.
Idunn:Wisdom in youth. Let the words of babes ring with your consciousness and seek the truth held in their innocence, ignorance is found in the dismissal of the young.
Loki: Freedom in fun and change. Do not be bound by norms and civility, evil is often disguised as order, and the fabricated as natural. The good thing is not always the common thing, deviation can lead to delight.
Modi:Evolve and progress. Find no contentment in maintaining a status quo. Each day be better than yesterday, see the good of your forebear and strive to excel further. Seek, always, the betterment of your theory and actions.
Njord:Ebb and flow, give and take. Action begets reaction, matter demands a void, for happiness there must be sadness, for gain there must be loss. Balance is a virtue, no one approach can suit every obstacle.
Odin:Wise and learned. Always search for the opportunity to learn, wisdom is found in the diversity of life. Give your knowledge freely and be gracious in reception, a mind in isolation is a mind that does not grow.
Sif:Be proud and know your worth. Demand your place and your right to exist in the world. Pay mind to fair criticism but reject detractors wholly. Take pride in yourself, and seek betterment for your own sake.
Sigyn:Steadfast and devoted. Stand firmly for what you believe, keep loyal to that you love. Nothing worth doing is easy, no worthwhile thing is effortless. Love takes work, and ideals require labour.
Skadhi:Justice through vengeance. Vileness be met with viciousness, the unforgivable can not be forgiven, though reason may temper rage. Covert, can be calamity, and war kept for a better day.
Thor:Powerful protection. Vie for strength in soul and arm, to protect is to persevere against evil, contest not only in arms but in wills. To bring joy against misery, hope against despair, and a hammer against tyranny.
Tyr:Honour and sacrifice. Victory is not always decisive, a small win leads to the larger success, a minor loss can avert the grander. Achievement can come in portion just as well as in entirety.
Ullr: Mirth in contest. Appreciate fair competition and find joy in the fight, to train you must have a partner, to win - a rival. In loss be grateful for the challenger and in victory, for the challenge.