#get a noise complaint.

[zappedbyzabka]

Happy Valentines day everyone!

[brainrotss]

need dale cooper as my sweet loving boyfriend who calls me sweetheart and honey and always makes sures i get at least one bite from his slice of pie, and who also uses me whenever he needs to release tension when hes stuck on a case, need him to get mean and shove my face into a pillow while he pounds into me from behind because he cant have me being loud since it would be a very disrepectful thing to do as a guest of the great northern hotel. :((

[artiststarme]

Death Waits For No One… Except Eddie Munson

Warning: Temporary Character Death

Could be read as Part 2 of This Post

Enjoy!

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Eddie dies. He knew it was coming, felt it as soon as he’d stepped foot into the sordid little town as a puny and pale eleven year old. There was a grim acceptance that he wouldn’t survive long enough to leave. He spent his years being as authentic and genuine as possible; loud, eccentric, world-devastatingly handsome with awesome hair, and completely and utterly metal.

He spent his adolescence in Hawkins being true to himself, being someone that he could be proud of. However, there was always an undercurrent of danger. Being different in a small town where everyone else is the same is a hazard and Eddie wondered things everyday.

Would this be the day it ends?

Would Hargrove, Hagan, or any other small minded jock choose today to bash his head in?

Would the cops make an example of the weird “devil-worshipping”, rock n’ roll, high school fiend today?

Sometimes death was the cost of being different and he had accepted that.

Eddie, and unfortunately Wayne, had seen it coming for years and were not so eagerly awaiting his demise. Whether it be a beating from a bully gone too far, an overdose like his Ma, or a fiery crash, they lived each day in tentative hope that he’d escape death’s clutches once again. Neither one of them expected him to die in a haunted parallel universe in pain, cold and alone, with blood in his mouth and holes bitten through his flesh.

Eddie watched Dustin grieve him through teary eyes as the cold set in, warm blood leaking from his wounds and a numbness settling in his bones. He distantly heard Steve screaming for the both of them and maybe even the uncoordinated footfalls from Robin as she ran towards them. He tried to hang on, gripping the last dredges of life with both hands. Eventually though, his eyes closed with the weight of the world and his heart sluggishly slowed its beat.

The last thing he saw before his eyes were forced closed was Steve shoving a crying Dustin aside with determined eyes and a frown on his face. He felt a vague pressure center in his chest before everything faded to black.

Death wasn’t the peace or nothingness that he expected. It wasn’t bright lights or past memories flashing in front of your eyes. He was conscious, worriedly wondering if his friends had made it home from the Upside Down and how Wayne would take the news, if the Party could even tell him anything.

His death was a nightmare to him, everything he hated; darkness, silence, and too much time to ruminate on his thoughts. There was nothing to see and his feet were getting cold in an inch or so of standing water. Wonderful. The only noise he could hear was the blood from his deepest wounds dripping to the water at his feet.

He didn’t know how long he was there. Standing there, admittedly freaking out more than a little bit, and doing nothing could’ve taken three minutes or thirty years.

But when he opened his eyes again after a slow blink, he was back in the Upside Down next to his trailer. His wounds still throbbed with each heartbeat and he could feel the stickiness of blood clinging to his war outfit. Upon further surveillance, he noticed his favorite necklace with his mother’s old guitar pick was missing. Those fucking bats probably ate it. He considered rifling through the rotting carcasses surrounding him before letting out a sigh. He didn’t have the energy to perform necropsies.

The next thing that made itself known was the heat. Eddie remembered the Upside Down being cold, a strange mixture of humid and frigid. But now, the air was practically sizzling with heat and it made the stickiness of blood even more unbearable.

It wouldn’t stop Eddie though. He was apparently still alive after facing death once more. If anything could be said about Eddie, it was that he was a survivor. So, he pulled himself up despite his agony and set out on the trek of a lifetime. He climbed through the gate in his trailer, ignoring the cooking of his flesh and the pain accompanying the burns. He flopped onto the unforgiving carpet of his trailer that he really should’ve cleaned when Wayne told him to. Then he went to Steve’s because if anyone could help him, it was him.

He didn’t expect the town to be in chaos or the rippling chasms of fire that lengthened his walk.

He hid in trees when cars passed him but no one paid him any mind. Everyone was too apt to get out of town than they were to pay the walking zombie (so he supposed) any mind.

Eddie walked until he was standing over a sleeping Steve in his room in the Harrington house. He wasn’t sleeping peacefully and Eddie could imagine why.

“Hey, Harrington. Wake up, it’s okay. You’re dreaming.”

Steve jerked awake and started screaming his fool head off. Eddie stumbled back in surprise and hissed as the movement pulled at the worst of his wounds.

“Shh! Harrington, Jesus H. Christ, calm down. Holy shit, I thought you’d be the calm one. Calm down, please god,” Eddie breathed through the pain and calmed him. He probably looked like shit so he understood Steve’s fright. A small part of him, his inflated ego probably, took offense though he wouldn’t voice it.

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice was tinged with disbelief as if he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

He beamed, “I see we’re on a first name basis now, Stevie. If I knew this was all I had to do, I would’ve died a long time ago!”

Steve threw himself forward into Eddie’s arms with a soft gasp of pain and Eddie let out an oomph of surprise and pain in response.

“You’re not going to be here in the morning, are you?” Steve whispered into the crook of his neck.

Eddie’s shaky hand latched onto Steve’s shoulder to deepen the hug. “Hell Steve, I’ll never leave you again if you’ll have me.”

Steve fell asleep on top of him in what appeared to be his first restful slumber in weeks. Eddie wasn’t going to ruin that. Instead of treating his wounds or showering Upside Down grime and dried blood off, he ran a hand through Steve’s hair and closed his eyes. It would all be there in the morning, after all. What could a little shut-eye hurt?

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[nightynightghoul]

It goes bump in the night

840 words of ghoul shenanigans.

Notes: Ghouls hunting, but thy're just playing. Copia is scared and overworked.

Copia is getting complaints about the ghouls being noisy in the corridors at night. Sleepless siblings with dark circles around their eyes come to him every morning now. All of them insisting there's something in the corridors. He knows it's not a something, rather someone, possibly many of them. His ghouls must be awake at night.

But when he goes and asks what’s going on they play the innocent card, dismissing him, at most they say they’re just playing. Then Phantom, giddily, asks if he wants to play with them tonight. Copia, not thinking ahead but rather on his many pending meetings, says yes.

He goes about his day, one meeting after another, and forgets he agreed to play. No time to think about such things when the abbey is full of leaky pipes, crumbling walls, and he has to fix it all. He heads to bed at about midnight, tired after a whole day of being Frater and not just Copia. Not even wanting to turn on his tv, much less any videogame. He’s already in that strange space between asleep and awake when he hears something in his roof.

His new room is a little more modern, and there’s drywall covering the old beams that support the roof. maybe it's the new materials creaking against the old walls. There’s the noise again… He thinks it could be one of his rats, but he’s pretty sure he left them all comfortably snuggled under a blanket and, more importantly at the moment, inside their big cage, which has a lock. And rats aren’t that heavy…

Copia turns on the little lamp on his bedside table. Everything in his room seems normal, but he feels like he’s being watched. 

Usually there’s no reason to be scared in the abbey. He fears no demons, or monsters. After all, there’s many living here and they’re all friendly… right? He tries to convince himself that yes, the ghouls are all friendly, and they would protect him if anything went wrong. Even Alpha, as stoic and standoffish as he was, patrolled the corridors like a watchdog, all to make them feel safe.

There’s the noise again. There’s definitely something big scuttling about above him. “This is ridiculous…” he complains, muttering to himself as he puts on his slippers and heads out of his room. If he can’t find any sleep in here, he knows he’s welcome to spend the night with any of his ghouls. Perhaps if they're still awake, he could get them to pile around him.

The undignified noise that escapes him rings in the empty hall.

With his phone in hand, he lights the dark corridor. Strange, he was sure he made it so at least some lights should always stay on. Another thing to add to his growing to-do list. No matter, he should just go down the next flight of stairs and…. a wispy shadow crosses his path, making him yelp.

Now Copia’s mind is really racing, that was not nothing, not a rat, not just imagining things. He tries his best to keep the panic under control and think rationally, what in all circles of hell could be stalking him. He knows, now as Frater that there have been times portals have been left open on accident, letting other less “tame” demons in. But the ghouls have always handled that, and if he could remember well, no one had summoned anything in a few months.

He goes down the stairs, feeling uneasy. He could swear someone, somewhere, is staring at him. The faint sound of claws clicking on the stone floors follows him, surely it’s just Alpha… Right?

Something brushes against his leg, and whatever effort he had made to try and keep calm gets thrown out the window. He sprints as best he can toward the ghoul den. His heart is beating in his ears, the beam of light from his phone swings wildly, and sure enough he sees that terrifying reflection of eyes in the darkness. Curse demons and their beastly reflective eyes. 

With tears in his eyes and now truly fearing for his life, he catches a glimpse of the heavy wooden door that marks the ghoul den. Just when he thinks he’s reached safety, he finds himself on the floor with the air knocked out of his lungs. 

Growling and laughter ring in the dark corridor and when he gets his bearings he finds Phantom slumped on top of him, tail lazily swinging and with the biggest smile on his face. Too many sharp teeth, too close to his face at the moment. Claws click on the floor announcing another, and he hears Aurora’s voice approaching, “No fair! I was stalking him from the roof!”.

Phantom blows a raspberry at her, “My hunt, my prey!”. That’s when Copia remembers the many complaints he had been getting about the “noise”. He sighs and pats Phantom between the horns, making him purr. “Do remind me to never accept to play with you again, pipistrello…”.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Man.... I can't stop thinking about Pac and the Risus Pill arc

Pac saying he took the pills because he didn't have any other choice, he was so hopeless he wants to take them until he doesn't remember anything

Pac saying "At least I’m not crying in some random corner in the Island expecting my friends to come save me, and nobody comes save me"

And then the thing he said immediately before that: "I lost my friend, I lost my friend’s friend, I lost my Egg, I lost my child, I lost everything, I'm– I was completely hopeless– so yeah, maybe I wanna be drugged and live my miserable but happy life. At least I’m not in that saddest place anymore."

The blood at Chume Labs

The three graves at Chume Labs

The message he wrote to Cellbit asking Cellbit to kill him if things got too bad, then changing it and saying "lock me up" instead.

The conversation with Fit, Fit pleading with him, and Pac saying "I don’t want to go back to that bad and sad place."

Pac, despite his grief and depression, finding an antidote and saving himself (with the help of his friends)

Literally everything from the Risus Pill arc makes me so heartbroken

[whoisspence]

until the neighbours know his name

[betterbemeta]

I understand how intuitive 'conservatives are Weird' is, which makes it successful,

and i understand others have already written about how to differentiate 'good weird' and 'bad weird' as different concepts that use the same word,

I think there is one more idea we need to make broadly known that would bring 'conservatives are weird' out of the bully instinct catharsis zone.

and that is to expose how it's a right-wing strategy to control 'weird.'

There will always be in-group/out-group decision making. This has been true since before sedentary agriculture. To adult human beings in an everyday context, 'weird' is a concept that we use making in-group out-group decisions. It isn't the decision itself. Something can seem weird to us at first but also not be a problem at all. 'Weird' is part of calling for a decision to be made.

But the right wing does not want ordinary people to decide anything.

It historically has roots in monarchism. The right wing of politics enfranchises a very hierarchical view of power where the fewer resources you have the fewer decisions you get to make, and accepting the decisions of 'your betters' is mandatory.

This is generally an unpopular way to run things. People don't like to vote for 'a party for dictators.' So right-wing groups don't run on a platform of truly competing with other perspectives. Their way to win involves maintaining the conditions that help the right wing itself to be reproduced, while nullifying any competition.

Part of this is controlling 'normal' and 'weird.' Making 'weird' the decision instead of the call to decide.

And that form of 'weird' is ruthless. You see it in the right-wing reaction to 'weird' itself! They cannot come back from 'weird.' If the abusive authority notices ANY exception in their world, you're already dead. To 'not be weird' under a strict hierarchy is only to be temporarily passed-over by violence, and you could be revisited and 'normal' can be revoked at any time. It's never active acceptance, but to only be left alone.

This is also how many children use 'weird', because of how often humiliation and abuse are used casually to 'correct' them. But how could they be aware to think a landlord is 'weird?' A billionaire? how 'convenient'?

The right wing knows adults making decisions violently rejected it before.

It doesn't want to deal with those again.

I think that's pretty fucking weird of them?

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

pov ur ann waking up in a bleary haze at 3 in the morning uncomfortably pressed against a leblanc booth after an all-nighter study session and this is the first thing u see akira n ryuji doing

[sadg00nette]

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[miraclegemz]

(It’s always Sunny title card music)“Shadow gets custody of Eggman’s numerous artificial children”

I love leaning into the insane Robotnik family tree and @shadow-von-vamp ‘s post about shadow being eggman’s next of kin possessed my body and drew this

It gets even funnier if eggman faked his death and is laughing his ass off in some safe room enjoying a moment of goddamn peace

[dailyfigures]

im sorry i keep liking and rbing all the miku posts. it will happen again

thank you anon i will loudly exclaim YIPPEE everytime you like or reblog one and if you do it fast i'll sound like a toy with buttons that produce sounds in the hands of an overenthusiastic child

[secondarysefikura]

Sephiroth has been barking at cars a lot recently. Does anyone know if I should be concerned or is this just normal goofball behaviour?

He's probably mad about the lady who hit me

[selfishpresley]

"men can't get pregnant blah blah" put me in a room with checo pérez 🙂‍↔️☝🏼

If you put me in the room with Checo, i'm turning him into a single father.

[flashhwing]

any time the dog gets a little too barky and I get stern with him the cat comes trotting over meowing and asking for pets like "aren't I soooooo much better than him?"

[eliteseven]

Strapon sex in the Hallowleaf household? Arnell hates his life

I NEVER SAID THAT ?! 😭

That’s what Serena’s apartment is for lmao!!! there is no way in hell she’d be able to perform under that kind of stress 💀 imagine her like…sneaking downstairs and still bumping into Arnell? Emmeline asking if there was particularly bad storm that night? 🫢 dlslskdh the way Serena would simply perish????

Serena is SUCH a goody-two shoes in front of the Hallowleaf family. Jen consistently tries to break her in front of them bc she’s mean but Serena is NOT defiling their daughter (to their knowledge anyway lol) under their roof. Unless they’re quiet and Jen behaves. 😅 so almost never lol

Also I think Arnell and Emmeline know Jen is a whole adult who doesn’t need their permission and is funding their lifestyle so … she can sleep w her gf wherever. That’s not teenaged troublemaker flirt Jen anymore 😁

[merobuns]

fuming rn puruth's voice has felt so familiar this whole time and then I booted up apho for the first time in a while and i realized its that fucking faggot lyle collodi