I Know This Is Like A Rarepair For A Rare Fandom But I Think Chapter 2 Is Nice

👉👈 I know this is like a rarepair for a rare fandom but I think chapter 2 is nice

Imagine Marie is like driving Henry to school one morning or something, they’re just in the car together, and he looks over at his mom and goes

“….Mama? Can I be Henry Campbell?”

And Marie scoffs and shakes her head chucking softly before going “you don’t want to be a Campbell.”

And he knows better than to argue with his mama but he just kinda looks out the window and says softly “well, why not?”

And she just sighs and grips the steering wheel harder and goes “‘cause your grandparents were terrible people. You don’t want to be attached to their name.”

And he looks over at her face like “you’re a Campbell. You’re not terrible.” And he watches her eyebrows furrow and she goes

“I gave you your father’s name for a reason. Remember that. When you’re grown, you can do whatever you want with your name. But I can’t see any reason why you’d want to stop honoring him just to take the name of those monsters. Just drop it. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. “

And he just looks down because there’s no way he can possibly explain that she matters to him more than both George and his grandparents combined without severely pissing her off

Lol Cinema Therapy released an episode on Kubo and the Two Strings, focusing on the power of storytelling when used to heal from trauma and grieve for loved ones who have died

Guess I’ll be writing more of that stepdad Jason fic tonight as that is basically one of the core premises of the fic LMAOOOO

(Crawls out of a shallow grave)

Five whistling men. Five of them. Marie, Henry, Peggy (thx last ask for the idea) and Shitface (wants to make the current mayor look bad)

The town is doomed.

Forrest doesn’t have a chance

I will say the thought of Teddy being the whistling man in what is essentially a Scooby Doo ass plot to make the mayor look bad is a HILARIOUS idea

I’m like spoiling my long fic rn but like

(Sorry headcanons inbound)

I imagine Marie to be largely disillusioned about the religion she was raised in and not really believing in anything especially after George died, and she’s finding it hard to cope with George’s death and stuff

And Jason is like “well yknow at least he’s in a better place” and obviously Marie is like “I’m happy for you that you can let yourself believe that he isn’t gone gone but I can’t” and Jason is like “okay well for your sake let’s just do a little exercise. Let’s say heaven was real, right? And heaven is like paradise for everyone. What do you think George’s heaven looks like? What’s he up to?”

And they come up with a bunch of stuff they think he’d be doing and it ends up making her feel better just to imagine George his happy self again and not the terrified kid he was in his final moments

Nothing is more depressing than thinking about Henry sitting at the back of his classroom watching his peers excitedly talking about their futures.

“I got a scholarship to Yale!”

“I’m going to study biology in San Diego!”

“My dad is gonna teach me how to run our family business!”

“I’m going to go study in France!”

“I’ve got an internship with a computer company! I’m going to learn programming!”

“I am gonna work all summer so I can go vacation in Mexico!”

And he is just sitting there in silence, trying to convince himself that he’s fine with the future that was written for him before he was even born.