#if not i apologise. oops

[thedissociatives]

Ooh also (same anon as before), what fascinates you about the Red Wings? What made you become a fan of theirs? What are some moments from their history (recent or older) that you think are cool/ interesting/ something people should know about when getting into them? (Sorry for asking so much, I'm just in a very inquisitive mood today i guess haha)

hey dw it's fine- it gives me more opportunity to ramble about these things :)

i feel like my perspective on these things is different since i don't actually live in/around detroit, and being european i focus a lot on european hockey + euro players in the nhl. and since the wings have had so many of the top eu guys (like fedorov and lidstrom in the 90s, zetterberg and datsyuk in the 00s (and hopefully we'll be talking about seider and raymond in this way in the future)) i kind of was interested in them at first through that. like really you can't talk about europeans in the nhl without talking about detroit; and you really can't talk about russians in the nhl without talking a lot about this team. they've also just had some of the best players in the league even if we don't talk about the europeans- obviously steve yzerman, but also going back to the 50s w legends like gordie howe and ted lindsay. as a history nerd i do like a team with a lot to get into so it was literally a match made in heaven.

in terms of stuff to know, at least being aware of the production line (gordie howe, sid abel/alex delvecchio, ted lindsay) and their dominance in the 50s is a good place to start, as well as their insane championship runs in the late 90s/early 00s (i can hardly comprehend how many players on that 2002 team are in the hhof rn because it's literally silly), the russian five + other europeans on the team (like the ones mentioned in the above paragraph). oooo and fight night: basically, in the 96 playoffs colorado forward claude lemieux hit kris draper into the boards right in front of the bench (i'm not gonna put the video of it because it still makes me wince to see it myself), causing really bad injuries. it took the wings a while to get their revenge, but they finally did on march 26 1997. i'm actually just gonna link to the footage of it here because it's actually so unreal you need to see it imo. words don't do it justice.

oh and in general, wings fans on this site love to find connections between the team's history and the current team. if you look around in the drw tag you'll find so much of it (which i totally recommend doing btw; it's a good way to learn the specific type of insanity that comes along with this lol). i think it's great we do this- and honestly, i'm surprised i don't see this with the other original six teams (looking at habs and leafs fans specifically here, you guys have just as much stuff going on)

[loveinhawkins]

The problem is that a part of Steve knows the spider isn’t real.

But it’s the suggestion of it, right? Cobwebs in his hair, movement just out the corner of his eye; it’s all enough to convince him that there’s something crawling on his skin, to let out a panicked whisper to Nancy, there was a spider. It’s a black widow.

He tries to disregard it as a one-off. It’s an old creepy house. Just got him spooked for a bit, that’s all.

But then… diving into Lover’s Lake. Bats biting into his flesh. Overwhelming dizziness.

Nancy wrapping torn strips of clothing tight around—there’s something crawling, crawling underneath his skin, no, there isn’t, no, there—a bike ride through The Upside Down; one hacking cough, pushing through it, pushing through it—

Swallows it all down. Ignores the sweat, the tackiness around his bandage. Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Doesn’t know how he’s even moving, is just grateful—grateful that his mind on autopilot seems to still function.

The War Zone. In and out. Parked. Sun in his eyes. Kids outside.

The feeling comes back. Something. Something under his skin. (In his blood, in all of him—)

“S’there something in my hair?” he asks Eddie, who’s mid-step out of the RV.

Eddie turns back with an air of amusement. “Nope,” he says. “Looks perfectly coiffed to me, man.”

“Can you—can you just check?”

Look closer, something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

“Uh, sure,” Eddie says, bemused. He sits next to Steve and tilts his head before lifting a hand uncertainly. “You want me to, uh?”

“Yeah, thanks. Just… there was a spider on me.”

It’s not what Steve wants to say at all, but there’s a sudden, terrifying disconnect between the thoughts in his head and what actually comes out of his mouth.

“Oh, you don’t like them, huh?”

Eddie’s not even teasing, just sounds understanding; he lifts up a few sections of hair carefully, taking his time. He’s so kind. Steve abruptly wants to cry.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” Eddie continues. “I have the same thing with mice. The way they move. Creepy little feet.” He shudders dramatically.

Steve wants to laugh at that. Can’t.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair a couple more times, gentle.

You don’t have to, Steve thinks. Make it hurt. Get it out. Did you find it? Please say you found it.

“Good news, you’re officially spider-free, Harrington.”

Eddie claps him on the shoulder, stands up.

Steve doesn’t move.

Eddie pauses again, halfway out the door. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Just need some air.”

He goes through the motions of prepping for the fight. Chats with Robin. She talks about a terrible, gnawing feeling, and he wants to scream yes, I know, I know, but he can’t tell her, why can’t he tell her?

Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Forest Hills.

He brakes with no warning, sends bottles of alcohol rolling across the floor. He’s mad suddenly that they didn’t smash. He’s so—

Slip away.

Eddie’s trailer. Lets himself in.

Bathroom.

The wound on his stomach pulses. He doubles over the toilet. Throws up.

His skin is crawling.

There, in the back of his mind, a creeping coldness. A thought that is not his own.

I will kill them all. And I will make you watch.

Oh, God. Oh, God, he’s been so stupid.

-

Eddie finds him first.

He picks up one fallen bottle of alcohol before a gut feeling pulls him out of the RV—because Steve Harrington is a good driver, and he’d only brake like that if he had no choice.

“Steve?”

But Steve’s not waiting for them on the porch, he’s not even by the Gate.

Clattering; a strangled cry.

Eddie’s stomach lurches.

He runs towards the noise, opens the bathroom door and is instantly hit by the acrid smell of vomit.

“Steve! Jesus Christ.”

Steve’s pushed up against the cistern. There’s a damp patch all across his stomach, and his chest is heaving.

“Oh my God, Steve, what’s—”

Eddie reaches for him instinctively, and Steve flinches as if he’s been struck.

“No, don’t!”

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Eddie whispers, drawing his hand back; Steve’s skin is feverishly hot, slick with sweat. He looks around frantically for a cloth, turns on the cold water. “Gotta get you cooled—”

Something slams into him; he’s pinned against the sink, Steve’s hand clamped around his throat.

“No,” Steve repeats. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” Eddie manages. He chokes on a swallow. “S-Steve, you’re—you’re—”

His hand flails, trying to pry Steve’s fingers off.

Steve’s grip loosens ever so slightly. His eyes are wide, bloodshot. Pleading.

“Eddie,” he says through gritted teeth. “You need to hurt me.”

With the last of his strength, Eddie gets his knee up and jabs—it’s barely anything, but it works enough to break Steve’s hold.

Eddie staggers; his back slams against the door. He’s shaking.

Steve stares at him. He’s gripping onto the sink so tightly that Eddie thinks it’s a miracle that it doesn’t crack.

And then there’s a horrible, guttural noise like Steve’s started to choke too, like he’s at war with himself.

Barely audible, he says, “Get… get Nancy.”

Eddie runs.

He nearly falls into Nancy as he opens the front door. He’s breathless, can’t think of what to say, save from—

“Wheeler, he needs you.”

It happens in an instant: Nancy’s brow pinches, and then she goes very pale, and she’s shouting for Robin and Dustin to stay in the RV, like she can turn on a dime, launched into an unknown crisis.

She pushes past Eddie, and he follows her, back into the bathroom.

The cold water is still running.

Steve’s got his hands in the sink. He looks at Nancy desperately.

“S-stop me.”

Another choking sound is ripped from Steve’s throat; Eddie realises that it’s actually a dry sob.

“Nance,” Steve says. It’s half her name, half a pained whine. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I—I know everything.”

And then he’s suddenly launching towards them—it’s only the fact that he’s so completely freaked out that makes Eddie move in time, saves him from getting strangled again.

He grabs Steve’s wet hands, pins them behind his back and tries to hold him still.

“Jesus! Wheeler, what the fuck is going—”

“Do you have anything that can knock him out?” Nancy says.

“What?”

“Drugs, Eddie!”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way—oh my God, what are you—”

Crack.

Nancy’s grabbed the cistern lid, brought it down upon Steve’s head. Eddie looks at Steve lying eerily still on the floor in abject horror.

There’s blood in his hair.

Eddie feels sick.

But Nancy just watches, as if to confirm that Steve’s not moving. She looks Eddie in the eye.

“Come on. That’s only gonna work for so long.”

Eddie just follows her out, too shocked to even attempt speaking.

It’s chaotic at the RV; Dustin sees them coming, leaps out of the door as Robin yells at him.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Get back inside.”

“Nancy, where the hell is he?”

“We can talk inside.”

“Bullshit, I’m—”

“Dustin, he’s Flayed,” Nancy says, her voice breaking, and all the fight goes out of Dustin at once.

“No, that’s—he can’t—”

Eddie finally finds his voice. “Can someone tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?”

Nancy doesn’t speak, not until they’re in the RV, the door locked behind her.

“I think it’s the—the bites—”

Robin swears, a hand over her mouth.

“Flayed?” Eddie persists.

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin says numbly. “It’s what we—it’s a part of The Upside Down. It—it used Will to… to spy on…”

“And what, it’s—” Eddie swallows. “It’s inside him?”

“Like a virus. He’s part of the Hive Mind,” Nancy says.

Eddie’s knees feel weak.

“Fuck,” Dustin says. “He knows where we are, he’ll know—”

“It’s too late to change that,” Nancy says. “We just have to—at least someone needs to stay with him.”

“I will,” Robin says instantly, eyes blazing.

“Me too,” Dustin says.

Nancy glances at him, shakes her head—firm but apologetic. “You can join Erica.” And as Dustin opens his mouth, no doubt to argue, she adds, “I’m sorry, Dustin. It’s just—we might need to… to fight him.”

Dustin doesn’t reply, but looks so utterly devastated that Eddie wishes he’d insisted on diving first, that the bats had torn into him instead.

“Keep him warm,” Nancy tells Robin urgently. “And I don’t mean just—it’s got to be unbearable.”

Robin nods, ashen-faced.

Nancy catches Eddie’s eye. “The one thing that fucker can’t stand is heat.”

She paces up and down the RV, checking for stray bottles. Then she comes to a stop right in front of Robin.

“He—he might beg,” she whispers. “And it won’t—it’ll sound like him. Like he just wants the pain to stop.”

Robin’s eyes look glassy. “Nance, I don’t—don’t know if I can—”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie says.

He feels everyone’s eyes on him, but he just looks at Nancy, at the determined set to her jaw.

He doesn’t know when he made the decision, if he can even pinpoint a conscious moment of thought—but now that the words are out, he feels the vow he’s made, deep in his chest.

Nancy hands him a bottle and cloth.

A lighter.

She fixes Eddie with a piercing look. “It’s going to look like you’re killing him,” she says.

Eddie nods.

He turns, offers Robin his hand.

“C’mon, Buckley. Let’s get that bastard out of him.”

[canisalbus]

I see Vasco has a thin tail. My parents have a lab/terrier mix dog that also has a thin tail except I think she's numb on it cause she whacks it on absolutely everything and doesn't react at all. Like she hits it on every surface imaginable but still keeps on wagging. Does Vasco ever whack his tail really concerningly hard against things but acts like nothing happened?

As a dog man person who grew up with the tail he has, he probably has enough spatial awareness to be mindful of it. Even if he's bound to hit it on things occasionally, you'd have to be wagging pretty vigorously for it to bother you in any meaningful way. Hitting your funny bone hurts more.

[obsmiechujek]

Snake and Otacon still live in my brain rent free huh

[damngoodbabysiitter]

Make me evil Then I'm an angel instead At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead

[renabe4life]

that meme except this time he actually did something oops

[mysticfemme]

recently I've been thinking about getting all dolled up and putting on my favourite outfit and going out to dinner with my butch, giving them little teases of the lingerie I'm wearing underneath every so often. we'd get home and they'd drag me up the stairs, dragging me over to the bed and sitting me down. hard packing, they'd pull out their dick and grab the back of my hair, messing up my makeup with gentle slaps, and smudging my lipstick with the head of their dick.

I'd suck them off until I'd left a red ring at the base of their cock, and mascara was smudged across my cheeks. they'd pull out and gently wipe away the makeup stains before pulling me up and turning me around, pushing my upper body onto the bed. after pushing my skirt up, their hand would drift up my inner thigh, the other gripping my hip.

I'd make sure to not wear underwear but not tell them, much to their surprise when their gaze falls to my trembling thighs and already dripping folds. knowing that they're smirking at this, revelling in how worked up I am already simply from sucking them off. they'd easily slip one finger in, feeling me clenching around them, already desperate for more.

needing to see my face, they'd pull out and flip me over, kissing me hard and fast at first and then slowing, melting into it. for the next few hours I'd be breathless and tear-streaked from being edged, begging and crying for any sort of relief but not knowing when or if my butch would decide to grant me that.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

TIL that Castiel fucking dies in Supernatural. All this while I was thinking that one of them says I love you and the other is like Haha I think of you as a homebro or something. And then the fandom cried because it was unrequited and then there's a straight marriage and the show ends.

I feel like I owe an apology to the fandom. I also feel like I should change my name and join the witness protection program as soon as I click Post Now.

While I'm here, I'd also like to ask how Misha Collins is related to the whole thing, and also apologise for mixing Misha Collins up with Mila Kunis all my life.

[alexisnotabrocoli]

I had to y'all, I had to

[i-am-become-a-name]

okay no, stopping being even mildly normal about five's reign now. they tragically lost one of their crew, and so five left tegan somewhere she'd be safe. her life may be banal, she may no longer see the wonders of the universe, but she'd be safe. and she says no and comes back, throws herself straight back into the danger. nyssa didn't have a home to go to anymore, so he tried to keep her so close and so safe that he almost smothered her. he travels with someone who is being blackmailed into trying to kill him and just smiles affably about it. everyone leaves him. even the one he leaves comes back just to leave him again. he's so young, his life is so tragic, so short, and defined by his losses and grief and love, and they're stitched into him, it's about how he wears them.

[theperksofbeingstupid]

i would love to watch and get into arkanis but unfortunately 1. no cellbit 2. no roier 3. im too qsmp spiderbit brained for this im so sorry

[tanushakyrano]

@knyee HAPPY CHRISTMASSSSSS

[echojedis]

It still does not compute in my head that they killed off Tech

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[eyesofshan-if]

not to drop this bomb on everyone suddenly but... there might be a huge change to the RO roster

[flowering-darkness]

I may have erred (rambling about reborn and my selfships for it instead of going to bed)