#tomorrow is going to be awful and I don't want it

[steddieme]

steve buys eddie hair care products as a gift and insists on teaching eddie how to take care of the mess on his head. having his hair washed by steve is amazing, it's absolutely worth the long lecture on every step of the process.

and the result. it's incredible. his hair is so soft and bouncy, he absolutely loves the way it feels, can't stop touching it. steve is overjoyed when he asks him to explain everything again in detail. he is never going back to his old ways. he is hooked.

the following couple of days he goes around telling everyone to touch his hair, see how soft it is!

but eventually he runs out of the stuff steve got him. it's time to go shopping. the ones steve got him aren't the most expensive ones on the shelves, but they are still not cheap. and he has another stop to make to buy paint and some new figurines for dnd. so he has a choice to make.

eh, the guys can deal with some reused figurines from past campaigns.

turns out they cannot. as soon as he tells them he couldn't buy new stuff for the campaign the older guys immediately clock him.

dustin: but you've always been able to. oh no, eddie, are you having money problems? do you need help?

eddie: aw, that's so sweet, no, i-

grant: he spent it all on his new shampoo

eddie: it's not just shampoo, okay?

mike: oh my god... what has steve done to you?

dustin: he's corrupted you!

eddie: that's a bit dramatic. is it a crime to like when my hair is soft and shiny?

mike: you sound just like him! what is happening!?

lucas: i think it's sweet. your hair does look great, eddie.

eddie: aw, thanks. this is why you're my favorite.

mike and dustin: *incomprehensible screaming*

speaking of steve. he looks so fond whenever eddie talks about his newfound passion for soft hair. so it's time to shoot his shot.

eddie: ah, stevie, how can i ever repay you?

steve: you don't have to?

eddie: but i want tooo

steve: i-

eddie: how about a date? i take you out, buy you food, wine and dine you?

steve, blushing: oh well, i- yeah, okay- um, sure, i'd love that

eddie: how about i pick you up at 8 tomorrow, sweetheart?

steve, internally screaming: sure haha

robin makes fun of them both for taking so long to wash and style their hair.

[serickswrites]

You're Allowed to Fall Apart

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced restraints, referenced torture, referenced failed rescue, gun, gunshot, wounds, blood, bleeding out, choking, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

Caretaker sat in the pew closest to the pulpit, relishing in the twilight darkness of the church. No one could see their face. No one could see their tears here. No one could see their shame. No one could see their grief. And the guilt they deserved.

They had blood on their hands. It was all their fault they were sitting here. They had no one to blame but themself. And yet, they couldn't bring themself to say the words. Not yet.

"Ah, Caretaker," the priest said as he entered the nave.

"Father," Caretaker whispered, unable to lift their head. They came here to repent, to beg for forgiveness, but they wanted to do it in solace. This was between them and God. And.....Whumpee.

The priest stopped and sat in the pew next to Caretaker. "Everything is nearly ready for the service tomorrow," he said somberly. "I think it's going to be a very beautiful service, Caretaker."

Caretaker nodded, unable to speak past the lump in their throat. It had been ever present, but at the mention of the pending service tomorrow, it grew. Grew to the point that they couldn't speak. Because the thought of saying goodbye to the one person they had failed the most was too much.

The priest gingerly put his hand on Caretaker's back. "You're allowed to fall apart, Caretaker. You don't have to be strong any more. Please, allow me to be the shoulder for you to lean on."

Caretaker squeezed their eyes shut against the tears. They very much wanted to lean on someon'es shoulder. But they didn't deserve it. Images danced behind their eyelids, a permanent reminder of why they deserved to repent forever.

Caretaker's desperate search for Whumpee had felt long, though in hindsight, Caretaker realized it had only been a few days. They knew Whumper had kidnapped Whumpee and was likely torturing them every minute they remained unfound. Caretaker had to find them. Whumper had taken Whumpee to hurt Caretaker. Caretaker couldn't let Whumpee get hurt in their place.

And so they searched. And searched. And searched until at last they found Whumper's hideaway. Found Whumper's hideaway and Whumpee tied up in the basement. Whumpee was alive and relieved to see Caretaker. Though they were all the worse for wear, they were alive. That was all that mattered.

What Caretaker had failed to take into account was that Whumpee would be too weak to escape quickly. And that proved to be a fatal mistake. Whumper returned mid rescue, gun aimed at Whumpee. Caretaker hadn't reacted quickly enough. The bullet ripped through Whumpee's chest, sending them sprawling. Whumper's gleeful cackles were quiet compared to the awful choking sound Whumpee made as they tried to breathe through the blood filling their lungs and throat.

"No, no, you can't leave me. Whumpee, you have to stay. You have to stay with me. No! Please, Whumpee," Caretaker repeated over and over as they tried to staunch the flow of blood from the bullet wound in Whumpee's chest. But no matter how much Caretaker begged, how much Caretaker pressed on the wound, it wasn't enough. Whumpee's choking slowly faded into silence as their eyes grew glassy and they stilled beneath Caretaker.

That had been a little over a week ago and Caretaker hadn't known a moment of peace since. They didn't deserve it. It was all their fault. "Caretaker," the priest finally said, breaking the silence and Caretaker's horrible memories, "I won't pressure you. But just know that I am here if you ever need me."

Caretaker nodded, unable to fight the tears any longer. They waited until the priest left before they began to sob loudly. "I am so sorry, Whumpee," they said to the empty church. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I know I don't deserve anything but pain. But I...I can't live through this pain. I can't live through saying goodbye to you. It was supposed to be me. Not you. I am so sorry."

In the twilight dark of the church, Caretaker sobbed. Though they were completely alone, the quiet dark was a comforting presence. Perhaps someone, or something, heard their prayers and offered some peace, even if for a moment.

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[tyrantwombat]

WOAH

wait shit fuck shit

I talk about Yoojin's webcomic suicide attempt under the cut in case anyone stumbles over here

okay so you know how Han Yoohyun found out Yoojin bought that poison pill and IMMEDIATELY jumped to the conclusion Yoojin was planning to off himself? Like, yes, extension and projection (boy's a multi-tasker) of Han Yoohyun's own paranoia and fear of Yoojin being in danger/captured/dead due to his association with him, sure, of course, whatever, but ALSO

In the webcomic (and during the chapters the author apparently had a huge hand in), Han Yoojin tries to death-by-dragon himself in front of Yoohyun right before the regression. I KNOW the Immoral Ones said Han Yoohyun being dead when the regression happened means he wasn't "overlapped" the way, say, Sung Hyunjae was, but...like. What if just a little bit got through anyway? What if?

(Or, hell, it doesn't even have to be that. Realistically, it's way more likely Han Yoohyun is reacting subconsciously to things he's picking up in Yoojin's behavior considering this is less than 24 hours after Yoojin tried to straight up kill himself, and he has no idea that happened, yes, but it did happen and he's watching the aftermath just ??? chewing on what he's seeing. Yoohyun doesn't have to be doing it consciously to still be churning up variables his brain then uses to slam 2 and 2 together as best it can under it's current contextual understanding as soon as it has an excuse.) (Look, Yoojin can pretend as hard as he wants that being flung to the past means Everything Is Fine Now and None Of The Bad Has Actually Happened So Of Course He No Longer Has Trauma About It but that is not how people work, my good man. He reached the point of attempting suicide! That does not happen in five seconds!)

But also consider: Han Yoohyun and reoccurring garbled waking nightmares springing up on him out of nowhere of The Literal Worst Day Of His Every Fucking Life ie. the day hyung almost died and then almost died again on purpose- that was so The Worst, even his past-self who has no idea what the fuck is going on is feeling it. 25yo Han Yoohyun breaking reality because he died with one of his last realizations being exactly how much he hurt his favorite person in the whole world, and therefore not one single version of him should ever know peace again. Accidentally. But also not because if he could have done that on purpose, he absolutely would. Han Yoohyun, to himself: Suffer.

You know. Healthily.

These boys give me anxiety.

[naamahdarling]

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[adore-gregor]

Lol I keep on doing this, saying I'd come back to tumblr to only disappear again 😂😭

[kozidraws]

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[lilliankillthisman]

Feeling cold and lonely and awful time to read Queen of the Damned I guess

[carbonateddelusion]

sits here. my mood has been swinging back and forth like a pendulum lately

[girlivealwaysbean]

sometimes my bestfriend is like an angel in disguise istg

[pyroselkie]

i am BEGGING restaurants to stop putting cheese and garlic on LITERALLY EVERYTHING EVER

[anaalnathrakhs]

people won't fucking FORGET me i can't handle this anymore there's always a friend who wants to go someplace a friend who needs someone to go to the store with a friend who hasn't seen me in a while who wants to hangout, and i can't let those friendships decay i just can't i can't be this kind of asshole again, but it feels so shit it feels like i can't fucking relax cuz there's always something tomorrow something next week and something to do at school between classes and holy SHIT leave me ALONE please fucking stop talking to me i just want to relax and do things i enjoy.

[rapidhighway]

currently choosing between going shopping with my dad tomorrow, cause he could pay for all my shit but on the other hand if we argue again (especially about current events but also other stuff) I might have the public breakdown of my life -_-

[furrama]

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[todayisafridaynight]

grabbing the ichi plush by the neck and death gripping it like 'good things are to come its all going to be ok good things are to come' like its a lucky amulet

[running-in-the-dark]

I've spent over four hours with a bunch of people, and I don't know most of them, and now it feels like my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull. Fun!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

guess who tried cutting her bangs by herself again and did even worse than last time😀