#i am so sorry jeff

[bimbvx]

tw for blood and self harm under cut

[jewelianism]

its gwenpool striking back!

redraw of my gwenpool sticker from 2014!

[gravedigg]

αγαπούλα

Angel & Jules (@nullshocked)

[bigboysteveharrington]

Eddie lowkey outing himself by accident but Robin’s the only one that’s even certain that’s what’s happening

Eddie’s finally graduated and he’s having a celebratory bonfire with the Hellfire Club and Steve and Nancy and Robin at it. They’re out by Skull Rock so that they won’t get shit or noise complaints from other people in the trailer park. They’ve already ceremonially burned 6 years worth of Eddie’s notes and homework and failed tests by the time Eddie goes off on his own

Which later, he’ll realize wasn’t a great choice. But it’s supposed to be safe in Hawkins with all the gates closed now and in the moment, he just knows that his bladder has caught up to all the drinking and he really needs to take a leak. And okay, maybe he goes a little further away from everyone than is strictly necessary, but he has a shy bladder

And it’s fine at first. He takes a piss and zips his pants back up and goes to head back to where everyone else is but then he gets cut off by the latest kind of demo-monster to be on the loose in Hawkins and he has nothing on him but his wallet, his lighter, and a pack of cigarettes so he is certain that he’s really dead meat this time

He stumbles backwards in his rush to get away from the demo-thing and ends up falling over a broken branch and landing on his ass. The things still moving closer and they’re not supposed to like fire, so he pulls his lighter out and holds the pathetic little flame at arm’s length and yells at it to keep back as if that’s going to do anything. He shouts at it as loud as he can, but he’s the one that brought the boombox and set the volume at the highest so he’s not holding out a lot of hope about being heard and he doesn’t know that it would really help if any of them heard him anyway. So mostly he just thinks he’s dragging out his own death by making the thing come after him slightly more hesitantly because of the fire

But Steve notices Eddie sneak off on his own and it hasn’t been that long, but he thought he’d be back by now, so he’s already contemplating going to check that he’s fine when he hears something off in the direction Eddie went over the shitty music

And clearly Nancy heard it too because she’s already rushing off in that direction and while Robin and the kids rush after her to see what’s going on and Eddie’s out of the loop friends look at each other confused about what’s going on, Steve grabs a big ass stick off the ground and pours the last of his drink over the end and dunks it in the fire and then grabs a big ass bottle of vodka for good measure because even though he couldn’t totally hear what Eddie called out and even though this might just be Eddie up to his usual dramatics on the way back, Steve knows there’s a very real chance that it’s not and that once again the nightmare with the Upside Down isn’t really over like they thought it was and there’s no way he’s risking rushing in as weaponless as everyone else and putting them all in danger. He’ll be the weird guy that chased Eddie with a flaming tree branch to his Hellfire friends if he has to be because he’ll take that over risking anything happening to anyone there

Eddie’s lying on his back on the ground with the full body weight of the demo-thing on him and he’s got his eyes clenched shut and he’s holding on tight to his lighter with his hands up with to protect his face as if that’s going to do anything to stop this thing from ripping him to shreds, but then suddenly there’s a squelching thwack and then an awful ear-splitting screeching and there’s nothing holding Eddie down anymore. He opens his eyes and sees Steve beating the thing with a flaming tree branch and Nancy grabbing an equally large not flaming stick to join in while everyone else rushes over to check that Eddie’s okay. And then Steve warns Nancy to back up and throws the vodka bottle at the demo-thing and lights it fully on fire

It takes a bit for it to burn and Eddie to remember how to stand back up, but by the time he does, Eddie’s adrenaline is still running wild and he’s floating on the natural high that comes with narrowly escaping death. He tells the kids he’s fine and gets up and then turns to Steve and starts heading toward him while he laughs and gushes, “That was incredible. I was sure I was sure I was a goner and then there you were just casually pulling off the most badass move I’ve ever seen out of anyone. Seriously dude. That was awesome. I swear I could kiss you right now.” Which he emphasizes by grabbing Steve’s face in both hands and then planting a quick dramatic kiss on him and he only really realizes what he’s done in front of everyone after he’s already let go of his face so he quickly rushes to add, “Seriously, I could kiss all of you right now” but then nope, that’s not a good cover either and he realizes as soon as the words are out of his mouth, so he quickly adds, “I mean not any of you kids because that’d be weird, but” and thankfully Robin chimes in with “I’m good without” and Nancy quickly adds that she is too so Eddie doesn’t have to start kissing all of his friends near his age just to try to cover for the whole heat of the moment kissing Steve before thinking it through thing. And Steve hasn’t hit him, so that’s a good sign that he might get out of this with people just assuming this is another one of his eccentricities and nothing serious

The kids and Nancy just assume that the kiss was just an extension of his dramatics and that he thought it would be funny. Robin is onto Eddie, but not about to say anything about it. Steve’s too busy with his internal huh, okay… apparently I like that to even start considering Eddie’s motives until long after the kiss has actually happened

[banemaus]

cred to @/lobotoloid on twitter for the idea

[aceghosts]

Mass Effect (Legendary Edition) (1/X)

(PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS FEMSHEP!)

[bugisawesomeasf]

you fuckers are really hating on travis when hes literally a he/him lesbian, also the wilderness is literally a metaphor for girlhood do you really think it wouldve let him survive if he wasnt at least a little girl coded ?

[live-from-flaturn]

y'all can blame @literateur for this

also I just want you to know that I titled this zip file "panic at the jeffcest".

[mystical-one]

(source)

[vinnyandthephenomena]

just a guy and his yearning for creepypasta men

[shubaka]

[dummerjan]

I can't unsee it and also can't stop giggling about it.

[tanushakyrano]

It's the final day of the 68th Hunger Games, and Jefferson Tracy has never had a tribute make it this far before. Then again, none of them have been quite like Penelope Creighton-Ward.

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It’s down to the final two.

Jeff hasn’t slept in over forty-eight hours. At this point he’s being kept awake on caffeine and panic and sheer determination, only eating when one of the others (Mags and Cecelia mostly) physically hands him a plate. The screens in the mentors’ lounge have burned straight through his eyes and he’s got a vicious headache. But still, he doesn’t leave.

Because it’s down to the final two, and one of them is Penelope.

She’d shown promise right from the beginning, when she walked up on that reaping stage demure as anything in a white frock that matched the bow in her hair. The other tribute - Harvey, a scrawny thirteen-year-old - had sobbed from the second his name was called to the first thirty seconds of the Games, when one of the Career pack beheaded him and put an end to his blubbering. He was a lost cause, and Jeff had known that instantly. Penelope, however? She stood a damn good chance of winning.

Everyone loved her from the start. Her stylist had called Jeff the minute they boarded the train to gush about her flawless hair and her gorgeous eyes and really, Jefferson, I have to change all my plans so I can enhance her natural beauty , as if it was somehow Jeff’s fault that the stylist hadn’t expected to have to make his tribute desirable rather than a spectacle to be gawked at.

He was glad in the end that the stylist had changed his plans, because Penny blew everyone away in the Tribute Parade. The costume was still a little on the gaudy side, with a collar-type piece made of grains that sat on her shoulders and flowed down into a massive woven wheat cape, but Penelope made it work. She played the audience well too, the model of elegance and grace, and she waved and smiled but not too much and she tucked some loose hair behind her ear in a way that made the audience cheer her name from the stands to the City Circle. Next to her, poor Harvey looked very much like a spare part. No one paid him much attention in the face of Penelope’s captivating beauty.

The way she played the crowd gave Jeff even more hope that she had a real chance of winning. There were pretty tributes all the time, sure, and the Capitol were always fond of them, but looks didn’t exactly save you from the sharp edge of a blade in the area. Penelope had proved to him that she knew exactly how the game worked. When she approached him that evening, still in her Parade costume, to grill him about every aspect of the training process, it was clear that she had what it took.

She'd suggested something absolutely baffling on the second night, something so different that for a minute it completely threw him off. She wanted to ally with the Careers.

At first he'd dismissed it outright. Sure, Careers showed interest in Outliers occasionally, but only the strong or incredibly smart ones. Penelope's strength was beauty, which would only serve to challenge the monopoly the Ones had on desirability. What skills could she possibly have that would interest them?

As it turned out, she had quite a few.

The Careers’ food supply was destroyed on only the third morning by mutts that killed two of their number - likely a careful ploy by the Gamemakers to reduce the chance of an inner district victory after their winning streak the last few years. They had sponsors, of course, but even the most arrogant of the pack knew that they couldn't survive off sponsors alone - especially not with the price inflation that usually hits later in the Games. They needed food. And by a complete stroke of luck, the arena had a wheat field.

Penelope had told him that she worked in the flour mills back home, when he asked about her skillset. It surprised him a little; given her name and her high-end accent, he’d expected her to work in a cushier job - teaching or baking, perhaps. But it was a good thing, because it meant she had strong forearms from grinding flour and carrying about the heavy sacks to the transports that took them to the Capitol. It meant that she knew how to make crude loaves of bread from the grains, timing it so that the fire needed to cook it wouldn’t give away her position to the other tributes. She even had some meagre supplies she'd taken off the boy from Twelve on the first day when he stumbled into her amongst the wheat, mortally wounded from the bloodbath. When the Careers conveniently happened to come across her on day four, short in numbers and already hungry, she made sure to have proof of her baking talents so they didn't kill her straight away. Told you I could be useful , she had said boldly, and somehow they agreed.

Jeff had been baffled by their decision at first, but eventually he saw their logic. Penelope wasn't much of a threat to them in combat, but she could provide food and she'd been noticed by the Capitol even before the Games because she was pretty and well-mannered - far from the lumbering farmhands Nine usually had to offer - so she could bring in those extra sponsors that they needed after losing three of the pack. He made sure to send her a decent gift that first night just to prove that the Capitol really were supporting her. Sulla, the boy from Two, proved he at least wasn't stupid by having one person watch when Penelope was making the flatbreads in case she tried to poison them.

After she'd worked to gain their trust, she began to destroy the pack from the inside out.

Jeff hadn't found out about this part of her plan; they hadn’t discussed it any further after their attempt to get her in with the Careers during training fell through in favour of their attempts to recruit Daizey from Ten, a big burly girl with freckled skin and muscles honed from years of wrestling with farmyard animals. It was genius, he had to admit. She started out with little things: moving weapons slightly, removing one or two purification tablets from packs and putting them in another, and so on. Casual comments dropped into conversation to sew the seeds of doubt between them. By the time she garrotted the boy from One and framed the girl from Four, the inner district alliance was completely shattered and Penelope was slipping away with Daizey and most of the Careers’ supplies as the rest of them tried to kill each other.

Jeff couldn't have been more proud.

By the end of the fight, all but one of the Careers were dead and the survivor, Sulla from Two, was pretty cut up, though a generous sponsor gift had somewhat restored him to health. Penelope, meanwhile, had stuck with Daizey. The two agreed to help each other make it to the end and battle it out between them. They made it to the final four, but one of the mutts from earlier ripped Daizey apart as she tried to help Penelope climb out of danger.

Now it's just Penelope and Sulla. Sulla had since gotten into a scrape with a sinkhole out on the plains, further damaging the same leg that the boy from One had sliced open in the Career split. Penelope, meanwhile, had suffered deep gouges from the claws of the mutt that killed Daizey, and (as far as Jeff can tell) is suffering from moderately serious blood loss. Both are at a disadvantage. Still, Sulla is six foot of pure power, and Penelope’s wiry muscle won’t do her much good in close quarters combat. From the looks on their faces, both of them know this.

Penelope’s goading Sulla into chasing her now on the main screen. Jeff has turned away from his personal monitor; the only thing being shown now is the final battle, and there’s nothing more he can do. Sponsors are useless at this stage. All that’s left to do is watch, and pray, though he’s never believed in any kind of higher power before. Maybe he should start.

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the full thing is up on AO3 as it's pretty long!!!!! go read and go get excited about my blockbuster au I'm working on!!!!!!!!!!

[ovytia-art]

For @green-with-envy-phandom-event, line art by @deathcomes4u

He is coming.

Jeff Jefferson created by @englandamericaitaly

[thedrotter]

my second return to Earthbound but this time it took 8 months after i got hit with rhe ao3 writer effect I have healed... I am here to feed you again🩷