#Hole in My Soul

[loveherallican-blog]

Aerosmith - Hole In My Soul

[majestativa]

Yesterday feels like a lifetime ago.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Aerosmith - Hole In My Soul

[lorifragolina]

Hole in my soul

I just woke up and chose violence.

This is my January fic for @steddiemicrofic

PROMPT: Hole RATING: G WC: 404 TW: Major character’s death, angst. Inspiration from Hole in my soul - by Aerosmith

Now I sleep with my boots on But you're still in my head And something tells me this time I'm down to my last licks 'Cause if it's over Then it's over And it's driving me insane Take a walk outside your mind Tell me how it feels to be The one who turns the knife inside of me Take a look and you will find

They were talking about getting rid of the Munson trailer.

Wayne Munson wanted to keep it against the government, and Steve often walked through the trailer park and stood in distance looking at the government agents discussing with Wayne.

He never entered there again, but he had the image printed forever in his head. 

He remembered the cursed hole on the roof and he could feel the cold air and the smell coming out from it, and the landscape and the fear inside. 

He couldn’t breathe well when he was near, he felt a cold dust burning his lungs, despite the hot air from the hell dumped on the land. 

He felt the cold air pass through his chest like there was a hole in there, a hole that pierced him from side to side, matching the hole in the trailer roof. 

Eddie was on the other side. Wayne Munson kept searching for the boy, until Dustin gave him Eddie’s pick and told him part of the story. They never could try to reach Eddie, or his remains, or whatever. 

And now, those two holes, one matching another, with rough edges and darkness inside, were the only things he could think about. Both things were tearing him apart, and he was incapable of fighting the darkness coming out of the hole inside him.

Eddie was there, Eddie was gone forever. He kept the vest, hiding in his closet, avoiding to look at it but absolutely aware of its presence like a siren howling behind the doors.

Steve didn’t know why. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know what Eddie did to him, why he was so terribly desperate thinking that Eddie would never come back, that he would never talk to him again, he could never tell him… ask him… try to understand.

Eddie diggin’ a little path into his soul while they were together trying to figure out Vecna, and Upside Down, and things. Diggin’ with his long fingers a hot but delicate road to reach his heart, and he didn’t know… still.. what it meant. 

“I’m just starting this sucker, Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya, big boy?”

Don’t ya, big boy?

Eddie’s just delicate digging through his heart, but now there was only a big hole, of unspoken words, things not done, unexpressed feelings… 

Eddie was there, at the other side of the hole. And Steve only felt he was breathing dust.

[spookybubblekitty]

Hole In My Soul by Aerosmith, aka, Steven Tyler's Magnum Opus 🌹💕

[sailorsenshigifs]

[corestringsarchiver]

we need. gaster x player fusion or player possesing gaster. or maybe half-half soul. for the vessel. as a treat.

I'D LOVE TO.

I HOPE I DELIVERED!!!

I ALSO APOLOGISDE FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS

IM TIRED...

[talentlesshuman]

Drew some characters I like on stream: 📺

Original template: 🖇️

[calesrunawayslackerlife]

I love how in TCF fandom when artists draw Cale they all draw him in those noble suits and frills and commander outfits or a straight up dresses and then there is the manhwa artist (PAN4-nim) who is straight up- CUNTY OUTFITS, Outfits that causes a mass destruction from a 10.5 cuntquake. So much cunt service that this aroace hot twink of a bastard would have had a gay harem if this manhwa had romance as a tag.

[youremyheaven]

every city should have

- a huge Japanese style aquarium

- a massive botanical garden with a butterfly park

- art galleries

[eatmedaddyy]

Who’s ready to have some fun🤭

Send a DM daddy🤤

[astralzeraphias]

his black hole heart and anti matter tears have bewitched me, body and soul

[stormyoceans]

i need him in a way that's concerning to feminism

[theweepingminion]

From "My journey to hell"

[shuastar]

Angry love confession from vernon?

warnings: none except a few swear words + angst pairings: best friend(?) vernon who loves you and an uncertain reader word count: 1.1k a/n: this was actually kinda sad to write :'((( SEND IN MORE REQUESTS!! officially on summer break + i have a couple mafia au fics in a wip after that GOD REARING comeback (screaming!!!)

“Y/N,” Vernon calls your name like a warning, footsteps catching up behind you.

You turn, hugging your arms to your chest, half-expecting him to say goodnight. Instead, he’s looking at you like he’s holding something in — something big. You blink at him.

“What?”

“You’re just gonna walk off like that?” he asks, frowning. “Again?”

You shift your weight, trying to play it off. “I didn’t think you wanted to talk. You’ve been weird all night.”

“Weird?” He lets out a laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, maybe I’ve been weird. Watching you flirt with that guy from psych like it wasn’t killing me? Maybe that’s what weird looks like.”

You freeze. “You were the one acting cold. I thought you were mad at me—”

“I am mad at you!” he bursts out, before immediately lowering his voice and glancing at the dorm windows. “Jesus fuck. I mean—of course I’m mad. I’m mad every time you pull this shit.”

“Pull what?”

“This thing,” he says, gesturing between you. “This... push-pull thing. You get close, you touch my arm, laugh at everything I say like I’m the only one in the room—and then you disappear. Or you talk about some guy you matched with like it’s nothing.”

Your throat tightens. “I didn’t mean to make it weird—”

“But it is weird, Y/N. You made it weird the second you started looking at me like I was just a stand-in for someone better.”

That stings. “That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is being in love with someone who only sees you when it’s convenient.” His voice cracks. “Do you know what it’s like to mean everything to someone who means nothing to you when the sun comes up?”

You flinch. “Don’t say that. You do mean something to me.”

“Then what are we?” he demands, taking a step closer. “Because I can’t be your best friend at 2 a.m. and your background character when someone cuter shows up at a party.”

You look up at him, heart pounding, the porch light casting golden shadows across his sharp jaw and clenched fists.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “I’m scared, okay?”

He exhales like he’s been punched. “Yeah. Me too. But I’ve been standing here — right here — every damn time. And you keep walking away.”

The door creaks behind you. Someone stumbles out laughing, but Vernon doesn’t move, doesn’t look away from you.

“I love you,” he says, finally, voice raw. “And I’ve tried so hard not to. But you don’t get to play both sides anymore, Y/N. Either let me in or let me go.”

You don’t say anything.

You can’t.

Your hand reaches for the doorknob, metal cool against your palm as the door to the girls-only dorm creaks open under your weight. You step inside halfway—half your body already choosing the escape route, the retreat. Because everything Vernon just said cracked something in you that you didn’t know you were protecting.

Behind you, his voice slices through the silence.

“Oh my God, Y/N—don’t do that.”

You freeze.

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me again!”

You turn just enough to see him storm up the stairs, grabbing your wrist before you can disappear behind the door.

His grip isn’t rough—it’s desperate. Firm but trembling. Like you’re the last real thing in a world that keeps slipping out from under him.

“You don’t get to shut the door on this,” he says, voice raised, eyes glassy and furious. “Not after what I just said. Not after everything.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you whisper.

“Then say anything!” he snaps. “Say you don’t feel the same. Say you’re too scared. Say you never meant to make me fall in love with you—but stop walking away like I’m nothing.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Your voice is so small. “I thought it was easier this way.”

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair, still gripping your wrist like if he lets go, you’ll vanish. “Easier for who? You think it’s been easy for me—watching you sleep on my shoulder after study nights and pretend like that wasn’t the best part of my fucking week?”

The dorm behind you is silent. You’re on sacred ground now—the white-pillared porch lit like a stage, the weight of choice pressing down on you.

“I can’t come in there,” he says, voice dropping. “You know that. So if you go... that’s it.”

His eyes search yours, wild and wounded and waiting.

“I can’t keep chasing someone who doesn’t want to be caught.”

His fingers start to loosen from your wrist, slow like surrender.

“Do you want me or not, Y/N?”

You stare at him. His chest is rising and falling like he just ran ten miles straight through every moment you’ve ever avoided.

You stand there on the porch, caught between the world you know and the one he’s begging you to choose. Vernon’s eyes are locked on yours, so wide and alive it hurts to look at him.

“I can’t keep chasing someone who doesn’t want to be caught,” he says again, softer this time, like the words are wearing him down.

The air between you is heavy. Too much to breathe.

You part your lips like you might say something—anything—but nothing comes out.

Then, above you, a window creaks open.

“Y/N?” a voice calls. A girl from your floor. You can’t even place who. “You coming up? Everything okay?”

Vernon doesn’t move, but his jaw tightens. Just slightly.

You feel it then—that invisible wall forming again. The line between your lives. You inside. Him out here. Always.

Your heart thunders. You look back at him, and the porch light flickers like it knows the moment's about to fracture.

“I can’t,” you whisper.

“What?” His voice is barely audible.

You step back.

“I can’t, Vernon. I don’t know how to be what you want.”

He blinks, once. “I never asked you to be anything but honest.”

“I am being honest,” you bite out. “This—us—you—it scares the hell out of me. Because if I lose you—if we screw this up—I don’t get you back.”

You can see the way that breaks him. His eyes burn, his hands clenched at his sides now, no longer touching you.

“So you'd rather lose me like this?” he asks, voice cracking. “You’d rather leave me standing here?”

You take a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

You don't wait for his reaction.

You turn.

And you run.

Up the stairs, into the dorm, past the peeling white paint of the old walls, into the silence of the stairwell where no one can see you fall apart. You hear the dorm door creak shut behind you—softly, finally.

You don’t look out the window.

You don't want to know if he's still standing there.

Because if he is, you'll break.

And if he’s not, you already have.

[bloody-bread]

Happy easter everyone!

(La semana es santa pero yo no/j so let's hope this is not too much for tmblr hehe)