#so much angst!!

[rd-eternity]

omg i wanna ask about ALL your wip's but if I had to choose which one I'm burning to know more about they would be "wreck the hunter," "void!Theo" and "resurrected Dread Doctors" 👀

The currently untitled post-canon Thiam fic where the Dread Doctors are resurrected and everyone (mostly Theo) has a real bad time.

Every hair on Theo’s body is standing straight up on edge, chills shooting up his spine with every footsteps he hears echoing in the distance.  At his side, Liam stops talking about his math homework, suddenly aware that the chimera’s instincts have kicked into high gear.

“What is it?”

Theo numbly shakes his head without thinking.  The next step he hears is closer, heavier, metallic; overlaid with the clanking of metal and heavy, mechanical breathing.  He’s frozen in place, so much so he can’t move a limb, even when Liam gently pushes.  They know there should be no one in these tunnels.  Theo buried every entrance so no one could get to the Dread Doctors lab.  Even if they were gone, he refused for anyone to follow their directions on creating true evil.

The true evil they tried to corrupt him into.  He never met their goals, never lived up to their expectations.  From the moment he met them, he was a failure.

“Failure.”

Theo’s head snaps up, eyes flaring gold entirely out of his control.  “Did you hear that?”

“Failure.”

By the way fear seeps into Liam’s eyes, he hears it that time.  Without hesitation, he grabs Theo by the arm, giving him the push to shake off the spell and move.  Even then, Liam doesn’t let go, instead drops his hand to clutch Theo’s.  It’s what he needs to keep going, to get out.

“Failure.”

They stop again.  Nausea creeps up to Theo’s throat, every inch of his body burning when he hears a familiar screeching.  Not from where the first two echoes of voices were, but from behind.  Back where they were, where Theo would give anything not to turn back to now.

Liam’s face pinches, almost like he’s in pain.  “What is that noise?”

Theo closes his eyes and lets the sound cloud his senses.  It doesn’t strike him until it becomes loud enough that his ears ring.  He doesn’t open his eyes, desperate to keep tears from falling or from forcing himself to turn to face the darkness.

That screeching haunted his dreams for years.  It led him to the Dread Doctors in the first place, and it’s the sound he came to know as a reminder he did something wrong.  The Surgeon would drag that heavy cane on the ground while he walked, not because he had to, but so Theo would sit in terror, knowing what was coming.

“Oh fuck.”

The tremor in Liam’s voice is what finally gets Theo to clench his jaw, open his eyes and glance over his shoulder.  His body can’t decide whether to throw up, pass out or cry; instead it freezes again.  The hand on his own is the only thing anchoring him to reality.  Liam squeezes gently.

“What do we do?” he murmurs softly.

At the end of the hall, underneath blinking and broken lights are the three figments of Theo’s dark past.  Clad in long dark coats, bronze and metal plated masks, the hissing and whirring of their breathing and movement cutting through the otherwise eerie silence of the tunnels.  In front is The Surgeon, gold inlay of his cane catching the light.  He can feel the phantom graze of the metal as it hits him, over and over and over and-

“Theo, we need to get out of here.”

He tries to release Liam’s hand, but the beta doesn’t let go.  “You have to run, I…”  He can’t seem to tear his gaze from the Dread Doctors; they’re walking slowly, but Theo knows he can’t outrun them.  He’s never been able to.  “I’ll be the bait.”

Liam pulls his hand hard enough to force Theo to turn, looking away from the doctors.  His blue eyes are fierce, jaw clenched.  “You are never being the bait again.  We both make it out of here.”

He takes a step away, to run.  A low rumble stops him dead in his tracks.  

“Theo Raeken.”

And with that, he knows the life he fought so hard to get back is over.

[morganbritton132]

The funniest thing Stranger Things could do is reveal that Steve’s parents are like, really liberal. They donate to AIDs research. They were arrested protesting the Vietnam War. They campaigned for Mondale. Steve tells them that Nancy broke up with him and they’re like, “Thank god, that family believes in Reaganomics.”

[the-raindeer-king]

The thing with living with a man like Simon, who's been through so much, is that you pick up habits to help the both of you. There is no tiptoeing through the house, no jumping around corners. Not like you could anyway. He's got a habit of keeping you in sight most of the time.

When he's deployed, you leave a note on the fridge saying where you've gone, in case he comes home without telling you. Sometimes you leave more information, like what time you should be home, which of your friends you left with. Sometimes its just the location and a reminder to take care of himself.

You started doing this after the first (and only) time it happened. You had been out with friends, when he'd returned home from deployment. Home to an empty house. Your car sat in the driveway (you'd carpooled with your friends), and Simon assumed the worst.

He'd torn through the house, desperately trying to find some sort of evidence that you were still there. That you hadn't been kidnapped, or left him. His search ended empty handed, and he'd had a panic attack in the bathroom, reliving the events of losing his family.

You came home thirty minutes later, almost giddy when you'd seen his truck in the driveway. That feeling quickly evaporated, when you stepped inside the house. It looked like a tornado had swept through, living room torn apart, all the kitchen cabinets thrown open.

"Simon?" you call, setting your bags down by the front door.

You've never been scared of Simon, never had a reason to be. But when he came out of the bathroom, staring you down, eye black smeared across his face, looking more like Ghost than Simon, you suddenly understood why people gave your boyfriend wide berth.

"Simon?"

He doesn't respond, backing you up against the door. When he reaches out to gently caress your face, you notice his hands are shaking.

"Thought something happened to ya," he whispers, voice hoarse. And then he's dragging you into a hug, crushing you against his chest, arms like a vice around you. It takes you a second to realize he's shaking all over, that there's tears in his eyes.

"No, baby. I was just out with friends," you reply softly, gently running your fingers through hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Guilt eats at you, feeling horrible for causing him this kind of distress. You hadn't expected him today, didn't think to leave a note or something.

"I'll leave a note next time," you promise. And that's stuck since then.

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

How old even are you? Part 1/2

Part 2/2

That moment when your mentor figure is all of a sudden a gangly and insufferable teenager who follows none of his future advice. Like, what do you even do with that? They all talk and act the exact same but they’re all completely different people. It’s probably hilarious in non life threatening situations tho

The dramatic irony of seeing the adult that scolded you in the future doing the same dumb shit. I once watched old home videos of my parents as kids and it was some of the weirdest and funniest things I’ve ever seen lmao

[flower-blossoms654]

The bunny ears. The shark teeth. The pink face paint. The x and swirl eyes.

But also:

A green hourglass on the underside of a fan blade

and a pink x on his chest.

[spookedbees]

Sorry Rick, these two are my ocs now. I grabbed em. They're mine.

[antennabot]

feeling normal about the finale

[ash-and-fog]

I love making myself cry :D

[i-will-write]

Me, trying to write some sweet, fluff story with a happy ending to heal my soul: and then they hugged and-

My brain:

[jewelielie-art]

Happy ISATmas to my victim @worstplayr ! Surprise! I was your Santa! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ You asked for Loop tears, I really hope this suffices!!

Go check out @isat-secretsanta-2024 to see all the amazing art and fics this wonderful community are gifting each other! I was so happy to be a part of this and got to make so many friends in the process!

Still images of the GIF under the cut (also higher quality. I had to compress that GIF pretty hard for Tumblr to accept it.)

[blabberoo]

so theres this one fic....

[rd-eternity]

🐺

🐺use the wolves of war 🐺

Malia spent all her life as a coyote, free to run through the forests of Beacon Hills, chasing whatever she wanted as far as she wanted. As much as being human so little has hindered her life so much, she wouldn't change a thing. Wind through her fur, leaves beneath her paws and bird song all around, she was at peace. She never thought that being in her shifted form would be a cage.

Until she's backed into the corner of one, fur matted with dried blood, claws scraping against cold concrete and the jeering of the crowd from the next room clouding out any other of her senses.

This... this is her nightmare.

[tetras-stuff]

varric saying "you people have done enough to her" still makes me wanna cry. whether you think it's romantic or platonic, they are soulmates through and through

[nidbaesenpai]

Dare you say this love could just save you

[hasthecityrearranged]

Happy is what happens, when all your dreams come true

Brittney Johnson as Glinda, Broadway 2023: @starcuffedjeans’s master

[betteravebio]

Fiddleford and Stanley first meeting

It’s been a few months since Fiddleford saw Stanford for the last time, one day he finally found the courage to talk to him. In the hope to persuade him