#mind the tags!!

[nosferatini]

The End of All Things 🌊[PODFIC]

A podfic gift for @hakunahistata from @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters based on her gorgeous and heartwrenching fanfic, featuring amazing art by @vavoom-sorted-art! (Support her patreon!)

17 Minutes | Rated T

TW/CW: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Major Character Death 💀

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Summary:

The city was empty and neither flock of angels nor horde of demons had come to thwart them for a final time. Their last gift, perhaps. After all, this was it. This was actually the end.

If you like the pod, throw love at the original fic too!

[artisticxlly]

I guess me posting angst (or more specifically hurt/comfort) late at night is a thing now?

Anyways, Hiruhoshi brainrot got me, here's a ficlet 🙇 try not to cry, okay? /nsrs

[miusmusings]

finally wrote the PeteWay lactation kink that i wanted to write for a month now cause make your dreams a reality and all that :3

Breakfast in Bed

Chapters: 1/1 (oneshot)

Fandom: Pit Babe The Series

Rating: E (explicit)

Words: 3,148

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Pete/Way

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless smut, Anxiety, For a tiny bit cause i projected oops, Mating Bonds, Pregnant Sex, Lactation Kink, Male Lactation, Mentioned somnophilia, Kissing, Slight overstimulation, Pete is obsessed with Way’s chest , He’s obsessed with way in general so valid of him tbh, Author is sleep deprived, No Beta We Die Like Tony, Way Lives :)

Summary:

PeteWay are happily in love and expecting their first pup, when Way discovers his mate may have a new obsession

[shiftylinguini]

Fic: right-side up (Steve/Eddie)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Tags/warnings:  Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives (again), Vomiting, Mild Blood, Descriptions of Nerve Pain, Resurrection, Claustrophobia, coming back to life has one hell of a hangover, Off-screen Necromancy, flashes of Witchy Steve, References to Period-Typical Homophobia, First Time, Hand Jobs, Life-Affirming Sex, the age old question of: "how soon after you resurrect someone is too soon to hit on them?", no amphibians were harmed in the making of this Munson, showering, Caretaking, Hurt/Comfort

Wordcount: ~13.8k

Notes: Big thanks to @candybarrnerd for knowing me very fucking well and sending me the Tumblr post which inspired this, to @moonflower-rose and @silveredsound for politely and graciously listening to me wang on about this ship, and to @gracerene for proofreading my junk even though she doesn't go here ❤️

Additional warnings: the claustrophobia tag refers to a description of waking up buried in the ground, as well as discussions of the processes of death. This is also from Eddie's POV as the resurectee. Take care!!

(I've also fucked about with some canon such as the Creel house being a place any of them would ever have obtained a book from, we love to hand-wave logic here)

Summary:  

"Holy shit," Eddie says. "Ta-fucking-da indeed, Harrington. Who died and made you king of the necromancers?" he says, almost impressed.

Steve snorts, quietly. "You?" he says, and that shuts Eddie up.

On ao3 here

[goodcrimesswithscar]

this is for the @mcythorrorgiftexchange !!! my giftee is @blinding-metaphysics - i hope this is?? good???? haha title: two am summary: The words “We should tell Xisuma.” come out of Bdubs’ mouth at the same time as Etho says “What are we going to do about the body?”

Fiddlesticks.

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Etho and Bdubs hide a body. There's phantoms and plenty of gay feelings. — ao3 link

[rosamariaa]

Just wanted to come here and recommend this fanfic because it’s 5 in the morning and I’ve just finished it and I feel like I’ve been punched in my gut (aka the best feeling when you finish a fic). I have to stop reading gut wrenching stories in those liminal hours before sunrise…

[ghosttotheparty]

peach tea

He sits up after a moment, but Nico doesn’t let go of his fingers, so he lifts the arm that’s awkward between them and sets it behind Nico, leaning back to rest on it. Nico just looks at the tapestry.

Will brushes his thumb over the side of Nico’s hand gently. His skin is soft. Nico’s fingers tighten on Will’s. It kind of feels like neither of them wants to move. Will doesn’t mind.

or; Will falls in love with the new kid.

5/5 chapters on AO3 playlist on spotify cws: PTSD; mentions of car accidents, death, drunk driving; grief; panic attacks; depression; self-harm; scars

[madgirlmuahaha]

Chapter 2 of this horror angst fest! :D

I swear I still have positivity month on the brain but I’ve been in an angsty headspace lately so this is all I’ve got right now

“Some lessons need to be suffered through in order to be learned. Now you understand the true price of disobedience.”

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[ponpox]

Nurses LIFT!

[cdpdraws]

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[beebfreeb]

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."