#i saved this in my drafts and forgot to post it

[rhiannonsknife]

Imagine that when the cabin burns down, Shauna is so busy trying to grab her journals and Jackie's doomcoming dress that she doesn't even notice that we aren't with her until it's too late. Maybe us dying/getting burned in the cabin fire? Also, i love your writing so so much

— warnings: major character death (reader dies). angst. hurt/no comfort. why do you guys love to see me suffer.

— a/n: i can’t believe i forgot to post this?? this has been in my drafts for a hot minute guys…

it’s the smell of smoke that hits shauna first, faint but insistent, seeping through the cracks of the cabin. instantly, her alerted eyes snap open, the moonlit cabin barely visible beneath a strange orange haze that seems to dance across the walls that surround her.

her journal.

the thought comes to her sharp and sudden, slicing through the slow realization of what’s happeing.

jackie. the dress.

she scrambles to her feet, shoving the tattered blanket aside. jackie’s dress is hanging on the far wall, its soft fabric tinged with the flicker of approaching flames. it’s all she that’s left of the girl she once knew. this, and the words she’s written in her journals, her only way of keeping jackie’s voice, her movements, the memories that still weigh heavy on her chest. the only way she has to remember her at all, whenever the memories begin to fade, to blur like everything else seems to for as long as she’s out here.

the smoke thickens, curling around her throat. shauna coughs as she stumbles toward the wall. her fingers close around the fabric, yanking it free. the dress slips through her hands like silk, unmarked by the heat now. protected and safe.

she turns toward her bunk, pulling out the little journal with frantic movements. her hands shake as she gathers it up, clutching it tightly to her chest.

your lungs burn first.

the smoke clings to the inside of your throat, thick and clawing. you wake choking on it, hands scrabbling for the edge of your bunk as the heat presses closer. you can hear the fire. the snapping of wood. the low growl of it devouring everything in its path. it’s everywhere.

“get up!” shauna screams as she stumbles toward the door. her voice breaks against the crackling roar of the flames as her fingers fumble with the latch until it gives, spilling her into the freezing air of the night.

the cold slams into her, finally allowing her to breathe. shauna blindly stumbles into the snow, wheeling back toward the cabin once she’s caught her breath. “fire!” she shouts, her voice ragged. “wake up! the cabin’s on fire!”

at last, figures emerge in the shadows, their movements sluggish at first, then frantic as they realize what’s happening. lottie is the first to scream, the sound high and piercing. someone, perhaps tai, is dragging van out by the arm, half-carrying her as the others stumble into the clearing and join shauna out in the freezing cold.

the fire is everywhere now, flames racing up the walls and across the roof. shauna’s chest heaves as she stands in the snow, clutching jackie’s dress and her journals.

at least she has saved her this time. at least she kept her safe.

your feet hit the floor. the cabin is too hot, your vision swimming in orange and red. everything is too hot, burning to the touch. you stagger toward the door, but the fire has already reached it, eating through the wooden frame. there’s no way out, you realize.

there’s no way out.

you scream for help, but the smoke catches the sound in your throat, reducing it to a broken cough. the heat presses closer. everything burns.

shauna’s gaze sweeps across the huddled figures that have made it to safety. they’re coughing and shouting, their faces streaked with panic. there’s a headcount she��s doing without even realizing it.

nat. tai. van. misty. lottie. and-

where are you?

the thought hits her like a punch to the gut, scattering the pieces of her relief into jagged fragments of panic. she turns back toward the cabin, flames licking at the roof that’s already collapsing inward.

“where’s…” she chokes on your name, the sound catching in her throat. “guys- where’s-“

you hands reach for the bunk again, fingers brushing the worn edges of the wood. you can barely see anything at all now. you want to scream, but there’s nothing left in your lungs.

“where’s shauna going?” nat shouts. she’s the first to notice her panic.

“shauna!” misty grabs her by the arm, but she pulls away, stumbling forward. the heat of the flames instantly forces her back, her face stinging with its intensity.

that’s when they realize.

“you’re not…she’s gone, shauna! you can’t-“

“she’s not gone!” shauna’s scream tears through the clearing. you’re not. you can’t be.

your legs give out beneath you. the heat presses against your back, your chest, your hands, and everything blurs.

you swear you can hear jackie’s voice. soft, distant, calling your name like she used to, back when everything was simple, before the crash, before the cold, before the fire. it’s enough to still your panic, at least, to pull you toward something like peace, even as the smoke closes in.

“you’re okay,” it whispers. you think you see her too, just barely, her figure shimmering at the edge of your vision, her arms reaching out as if to hold you. you can almost feel her touch, her hand brushing your cheek.

the heat doesn’t hurt anymore. everything feels warm.

everything fades to black.

the roof caves in with a deafening crash, sending a plume of sparks into the night sky. the sound silences everyone at a once. for a long moment, there’s only the sound of the fire and the crackle of collapsing wood.

shauna’s knees hit the snow, cold against her skin, burning in its own way. jackie’s dress slips from her fingers, landing in the frost beside her as her breath leaves her in short, broken sobs.

“i didn’t know,” she cries. “i didn’t- i thought you were outside. i thought you were safe”

the others don’t respond. there’s nothing left in the fire’s wake but silence and ash.

everything feels hollow.

the fire has long since died out. shauna hasn’t moved.

you find her there, curled in the snow at the edge of the wreckage, jackie’s dress clutched tightly in her hands. her breaths come in bursts. her shoulders tremble with each broken sob that escapes her throat.

you want to hold her. you want to tell her that it’s not her fault. that you don’t blame her for running. but the space between you is vast, no matter how close you try to get.

you kneel beside her anyway. you don’t feel the cold anymore. your fingers brush the frozen edges of her hair, though she doesn’t feel it. she never will.

“shauna,” you whisper, the sound barely more than the wind threading through the trees that surround you.

her sobs hitch. for a brief moment, you think she’s heard you. but then she curls tighter into herself, her fingers twisting into the fabric of the dress as if it’s the only thing anchoring her to earth.

you lie down beside her in the snow. you wish you could wrap yourself around her the way you used to on nights when the cold seeped through the walls of the cabin. your hand hovers over hers, aching to touch, but there’s nothing to touch anymore. nothing but air and memory it’s all that you are now.

she keeps saying your name, over and over, like a prayer to someone who isn’t listening.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. maybe it’s the only thing that will reach her now. “i’m so sorry”

the night drags on. you can’t leave her. you won’t. so you stay, curling yourself against her as the frost edges closer.

you press your lips to her temple, knowing she’ll never feel it, and still, you stay.

[neaverse]

Thanks for the tag @lostinanunhingedwonderland <3

Were you named after anyone?

Nope! My mum found a name she really liked long before she got pregnant, and I ended up with that name! My dad didn't really get to have a say in it at all Hahahah!

When was the last time you cried?

A couple of days ago.

Do you have kids?

No!!! I used to want kids when I was younger but now I'm indifferent to it. I do not want to get pregnant, but if I someday have the opportunity to adopt or foster a child then I probably will. There are too many kids out there in need of a loving home.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I think so? Yes?

What's the first thing you notice in others?

Probably their body language and how they interact with people.

What's your eye colour?

Blue/grey. Used to be really fucking blue when I was younger but not so much anymore.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Depends on my mood, but I am a sucker for a good scary movie!

Any special talents?

How do I even answer this? People tell me I'm good at singing, but most of the time I don't agree with that.

Where were you born?

Norway, baby!🇳🇴 (I actually hate it here. If someone wants to kidnap me and take me away then please do)

What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, playing piano and guitar, overthinking, sleeping—

Have any pets?

I have a cat named Felix🥰

What sports have/do you play?

God, I've done a lot tbh. Football, handball, swimming— I used to dance for years but it's been a long time since then!

How tall are you?

5'7 I think. We don't measure height in feet in Norway, but I'm 170 cm!

Favourite subject at school?

Probably English and natural science.

Dream job?

I don't know. It changes all the time. I just want to find a career that gives me joy and where I don't dread going to work as soon as I wake up.

No pressure tags: @showinalittlelife @grimjobs @echoes-of-elysiumm and anyone else who wants to join!

[leotanaka]

70 years ago, jughead was radicalised at the work halloween party by a guy dressed up as a devil who told him america is a fascist state!

[kaiserouo]

Fine Dining

[maggotmoment]

kian stone is the prettiest woman i know

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

More wallpapers anyone?

[goldenhallas]

making out in the Underdark themed room in Sharess' Caress

[starlight-dreams]

Some random food pics from my phone that happened to look cute all together 🌼

IG: @_cinnamontea_

[8-dermestid]

@despairgnome hi hi!! thank you :-)

reader is big on the don't feed wild critters policy (people feeding ducks bread is a common occurrence, you are supposed to give them peas bc the bread swells up from the water and can hurt the ducks, reader bullies ignorant park-goers and throws bags of peas at them)

they have a soft spot for EJ and make an exception to the rule, bringing him sandwiches and thermoses of soup for lunch and a water bottle with ice in it

ah this made me happy, here is a drawing

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Enid: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Wednesday: That’s hypothermia.

Enid: Damn… the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

[ratatatastic]

"And to follow up on Niko Mikkola...his sense of humour with him, like, maybe—lot of people don't talk—like, last night he was like, you know, he "woke Bobby up," or whatever. "Good thing Bob was awake—"

"He's a great personality and I've said this kinda during the year. And we've, you know, I mean we're always—...I was gonna say, "It'd be great if you guys could spend a lot of time with him," but then we spend a lot of time trying to make sure you guys don't spend too much time with our guys, so, there goes—so, forget that! But, he is an incredibly interesting guy. What's great is when he's coming to the bench... if there's something that's broken down, and I'm not sure if he's screaming in Finnish or it's in English, but it is funny as hell! And it's consistent. So, he plays really high-energy level. A lot of times these kinda big, lanky guys are... you don't really think they're moving that fast, but they are! He looks like he's getting across the ice, and, you know, he competes hard. That's what we like the most of him, but he talks at a high-energy level, too, on the bench. And that's great, right? We have some quiet players on our bench, and that's fine, that's who they are. But, those guys like Mikkola, who's got—nobody knows—Well there's four other Finnish guys knowing what he's saying, but nobody else knows what he's saying.

paul loves all his rascals and it is a joy to hear his takes on them its mikksys turn now!

media availability | 6.11.24 (x)

also if you want to see the moment mikksy is talking about in the interviews linked above because it is genuinely bonkers 10 or so seconds of hockey: here it is

[mushroomsie224]

Could you draw newborn baby Cedric curled up content in Winifred's loving arms, wrapped in a purple blanket?

I tried the colouring method from before again. I hope you like it!

[blaiddraws]

Part 3: 7

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[previous] [next]

a brief flashback, set very soon after the last one we saw :)

[papermonkeyism]

You know, I am actually really thankful for the tumblr system of delivering news via the destiel meme.

Because I have filtered the word "Trump" for mental health reasons, so the main way I get actually important news is via the meme, because the word filter doesn't catch images.

[chickenleafs-world]

"That's the thing about love. You run away from it, and it ends up knocking at your door. But God forbid you try to chase it, you'll end up running til it drops you."

[rrainydaydreams]

Idk if you're still doing the one word write for 100 followers (congrats btw) but here's one: glassy!

Thanks Kit, here you go! :D

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Four sniffled, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. They itched like hell, but he knew it would only be worse if he rubbed monster blood into them. Yuck.

Curse Wild’s Hyrule.

Don’t get him wrong, it was beautiful, but when flowers and plants are left to grow for a hundred years, it’s impossible to escape from the pollen they produce.

Wild sprinted past suddenly, hooting as he drew the attention of the last few monsters over to him. He wasn’t affected by hay fever. And by the looks of it, neither was anyone else!

Four sneezed, bringing more tears to his already glassy eyes. Damn allergies.