#I've not been normal about these three.

[splinter-sister]

A cowboy, a cat and a punk walk into a bar.

@gunslinginnhogtyin @werexcat

[tired-beholding-bitch]

[id: two ibm desktop computers on a plain white background. their screens have been coloured in bright blue with green sad faces on them. the first says “i’m chester”, the second says “i’m norris”, and together they say “we are in agonising pain”. below them is flame-text that says in all-caps “the puter boys”. end id.]

do the kids still say this

(id and image are courtesy of my pal @saintbleeding because graphic design is not my passion) (however shooting the shit on discord is)

[dawnthefluffyduck]

I'll be real I just saw this outfit on a stuffed animal and wanted to draw him in something similar

[queertrashpotato]

Ok but pre-transformation Perpetua is clearly just going through it and trying so hard to be a good monk but any amount of doubt or struggle is being thrown in his face and punished and lectured away and I feel for him so bad bc like OF COURSE he'd turn to Lucifer at that point. OF COURSE he's got grudges. Like, wouldn't you??? I feel like so many exvangelicals (myself included) can relate to this it's so.... UGH

[creamiceandsugar]

something in sctir i'm obsessed with and cannot stop thinking about is when song taewon sees yoohyun break down when he thinks yoojin has gone off to die and taewon, for the first time in his life, thinks about an s class hunter: "oh. this is a child crying"

like when he realizes how serious yoohyun's love for yoojin is and i read it and i go yeah. yeah! that's what happens when you're the only one who loves a monster. it loves you back.

in the same vein i Love it when novel or manhwa go a bit into yoohyun's perspective and it is so clear that he really is something Other. something Not Human. (and that's not a bad thing) my money was on some fire elemental reborn into a human body (because of that whole part where he went 'i'll burn everything and return to my original form') but idk. he's Something for sure and i think about it a Lot

[goldenchocobo]

My Fic is here!

Derecho

This took a long time to write, but I'm very happy with the result and can't wait for you to read it! Google docs says I started this on the 17th of February '24, but I had been planning this since late '23. And I finished the final edits on the 14th of December '24, with the final drawings being completed after that. So- a very long project.

I hope you enjoy reading this journey as much as I did writing it.

[hunysckle]

just devoured this sammich. leftover baby back rib meat, sautéed jalapenos, saurkraut, red onion, and cilantro with mayo and spicy bbq sauce on a ciabatta roll. twas positively scrumptious !!!

[rose-n-gunses]

Okay so there's all the headcanons and AUs about Chrissy lives and helps the party clear Eddie's name but what if they failed. She's alive but he gets arrested anyway.

There's zero proof that he did anything (because he didn't) but in a small town in the middle of nowhere, confirmation bias has gotten the best of them. Eddie's lawyers are doing their best but there's only so much they can do against Jason's family and Fred's family and Patrick's family and all of their lawyers, not to mention the fact that the entire town has turned against him except for Hellfire, the Party, his uncle, and Chrissy.

The trial's a shit show, the judge is an asshole, the prosecution are assholes, the population of Hawkins are fucking assholes. And he loses. Of course he does, because there was never any other way this could have gone. Not when the real suspect is an interdimensional mind demon thing. Not when the entire town has been itching for an excuse to see him locked up. It's like blinders on a racehorse; they had him in their sights, finally, and he has no way out.

Chrissy had spent enough time in Hawkins' "high society" to know that these people fear and abhor that which they do not understand. They couldn't understand him, she could see that now. She watched them tear through his room, his car, his family, his history, his entire life, only to come up empty but still point at him and say "he did it" anyway.

It makes her furious. She wants to tear the limbs off of everyone in that courtroom, but she can't. So she does the next best thing.

She goes to law school.

She'd never really had the best grades, but now she has something to work for. It takes some time, but she never stops advocating, never stops fighting. Nancy's a big help, too. She's a journalist, she's got contacts in the industry that are helping to get the word out.

She writes him letters the whole time, too. By the time she graduates, damn near at the top of her class, she's realized that while she started this thing because of that deep-rooted sense of injustice that came out of watching the boy who saved her life get torn to shreds on the stand, it's turned into something else. Now she's fighting for him because she loves him (and maybe she had all along).

Eventually they get enough support from enough people, from enough big names (fucking Metallica, for one -- she couldn't tell them exactly how Eddie used their music to save her life, only that he did) that he's granted a new trial. This time, he doesn't get a shitty state-appointed attorney. He gets Chrissy fucking Cunningham, and she's not going down without a fight. (She feels it's the least she can do. She loves him, she owes him, she still feels like it's her fault, in a way.)

It's a long and gruelling process, appeals and analysis and arguments. She calls a probably record-setting number of character witnesses, brings the Party in to provide an alibi. (They all remember that week down to the last detail, even after all these years. Scars might fade but those memories don't.)

She's determined to beat this thing. She can tell that it's almost beaten Eddie, she knows that if they lose again he's going to give up, and she's not going to let that happen.

Finally they make it to trial and it's nowhere near as cinematic or dramatic as she had been imagining it for the last few years. It's the same agonizing slowness as the first time around, only this time there's hope. A glimmer of hope, a flash of hope, a blinding fucking beam of hope.

The place is packed this time, too, but it's mostly people there in support. Eddie nearly falls out of his chair when he sees James Hetfield sitting there. For him.

Chrissy finally gets to tear apart everyone that had been in that courtroom, only she gets to do it the way she's always done it best: with her words. She's got the odds stacked against Hawkins. They had no investigation, no evidence, just a hunch. They couldn't figure it out, couldn't explain it, so they called it a cult killing and found somebody weird!

The jury is appalled, thankfully. How could anyone possibly get convicted on such little evidence? The verdict is a unanimous not guilty, and then...it's all over.

Well, it's not over.

Eddie's released, he's reunited with his Hellfire, the Party, his uncle. Chrissy.

He loves her, too. Always has. How could he not, after all she'd done for him? He tells her he wants to marry her as soon as she'll let him and she says that he could've asked any time in the last however many years and she would have said yes in a heartbeat.

But first, she leads him away from the chaos for a moment of quiet. He thanks her and she shakes her head. She'd done it all for him the same way he'd stood on top of his trailer with his guitar.

And she tells him that. She'd been telling him for years, even if he couldn't hear it. She'd said it when she graduated high school, graduated college, passed her LSATS. She'd said it when she passed the bar and walked at her law school graduation and right before she walked into the courtroom. She says it again now, just so he knows she means it, because he'd meant it and he means everything to her.

Eddie, this is for you.

[reneesbooks]

9 lines 9 people

ok confession these games scare me bc tagging people still intimidates me but i'm being brave today here's some lines i wrote a while back from the dragons of kiltide. just fabin having a little teenage angst. also this is 9 (11 but shh the context!!) paragraphs bc i still don't know how to shut the fuck up. thank you @space-writes for the tag <3

the raedoran cycle

[Fabin] tilts his head, pressing his forehead to the window frame. “What are dreams like?” he asks quietly.

Emilia sits across from him, watching how his eyes stare through the window but see nothing. She thought he'd left that behind in the weeks and months after their parents were killed, thought the long silences were finally over. She tucks her arms against her sides. “They're...like memories. Only more vivid.”

His fingers close around the hilt of his sword. “What do you dream about?”

She rolls her shoulders. “Places I've never been. Things I've never seen.”

One of his hands presses against the glass. “Do you ever dream of...of humans?”

She studies him with a worried frown. “Is there something you want to talk about?”

He recoils, his expression twisting with anger before it closes off. “No. I'm fine. I don't have dreams.” He turns away from her. “Never mind.”

Emilia sighs. “I talked Muiris down. He doesn't want to kill you anymore.”

“Good for him.”

“You should apologize for breaking his foot.”

Fabin turns to face her again, his eyes wide. “I actually broke it?”

tagging @oh-no-another-idea @zmwrites @akindofmagictoo @writinglyra @k--havok @lyssa-ink @aether-wasteland-s @ink-flavored @avrablake to share 9 (or more or less or however many you feel like!) lines of writing <3

[herearedragons]

characters that are like. the world wants you dead. no, not through any fault of your own. it just does. and everyone around you is just going to let that happen. what will you do?

idk something about this particular setup just Gets Me every time

[stabbyfoxandrew]

okay so apparently the reason writing has been hard lately was that i was writing on the wrong shit! 🤯

[quatregats]

Why does my brain think the maximum amount of time you should spend learning and polishing something is like a week?

[batsplat]

ur regular reminder that uccio groups casey (retired well over three years ago by this point) in the same category as marc and vinales of 'guys who had valentino's poster on their wall'

[alien-burst]

Is it possible to feel nostalgic towards something that happened 2 months ago? Well, maybe yes, maybe no, but Team Present won in my heart and thats all that matters

[purple-nightfall-writes]

idk what was in the water today but i wrote almost 3k on the pencil au sequel over the course of the day

[cranberrymoons]

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