#we’re getting there yall

[kodaiki]

updating tn !!

[katiesdailystruggle]

This drabble has quickly turned itself into a namkook one shot sickfic with a side of AU world building (not really lmao I suck at world building) and I’m not mad at it 🥲💀

If y’all have any tropes or prompts y’all wanna see in it leave me a comment below to stimulate my brain pls

[swiftmitsu]

Part 6

of killer being missing heheh

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[nickorite]

Been getting into logo/typography recently, had to make my favorite trio :D

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[luminique]

wriothesley flinches the first time you touch his scars. his callous hands suddenly balled up into fists and his usually gentle gaze turned into a death stare. it isn’t until you call out to him where he immediately snaps out of it, shaking his head and loosening his grip.

he doesn’t have the heart to even place a finger on you but that… scared him. he could see how frightened you were, the fear in your eyes. and yet, you talked him through it, gentle words to help him calm down.

you know he’s no monster, it was just reflex. a defense mechanism of some sort from his past. despite serving his sentence, moments like that remind him that deep down inside, there might still be something he’s trying to bury. he’ll stop worrying for now, you were there smiling at him.

it will go away eventually, with time and your love.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Steve blinks at him like he’d forgotten he was there. He gestures at Steve’s head. “Concussions?”

“Oh,” Steve says, like it’s obvious. “Yeah. I got hit in the head, like, four times.” He tilts his head, thinking. “Was it?” He asks rhetorically. “Jon clocked me first, then the Russians and Billy. And I don’t think the last time counts as a concussion, really, but in Lover’s Lake? When the bats dragged me through? I definitely hit my head. And there was the choking happening too, which definitely didn’t help.”

He shrugs, like he’s counting something inconsequential, like sticks, instead of brain injuries he’s had. “So, like, three and a half.”

Again, what the fuck.

He says so out loud, and Steve just shrugs. “I mean, I’m okay. I was okay, even, I just had to learn how to do things differently.”

Eddie looks at Steve like he’s crazy. He’s starting to think he is. “You’re talking about brain injuries. Life-changing injuries that, if you didn’t take care of them, could be life-threatening.” He shakes his head. “How are you not wrapped in bubble wrap twenty-four seven?”

“I’m fine,” Steve stresses, “and it’s a moot point anyways, the concussions are gone, so it doesn’t matter.” He sighs, shakes his head. “Anyways, how far are you on the song?”

“Oh, right! I’m having a little bit of trouble on this one part, but I should have it mostly down by the end of the day.”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “Incredible.”

Eddie frowns, suddenly defensive. “What?”

Steve blinks at him. “What? I mean it. I think it’s really cool how you can do that. And to be able to learn an entire song in a day especially. Not to mention one that sounds as challenging as that one does.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, desperately hoping he’s not blushing. Based on past experiences, though, he thinks he’s probably about the shade of the tomatoes Steve’s slicing. “Thanks.”

Steve smiles at him, closed-lip but no less real, and Eddie escapes out to the living room.

“Eddie!” Dustin says, motioning him over. “Okay, look. The Upside Down, right? And Eleven’s basically got True Sight. She can see anything that’s happening down there. So why not use her as a lookout?”

Eddie raises a brow. “You mean besides the fact that using her powers drains her, and we might need her for the final boss?”

“Oh,” Dustin says, disappointed. “Right.”

Eddie ruffles Dustin’s hair and sits down, studying their papers. “I think you’ve got the right idea,” he tells Lucas. “They said these things are vulnerable to fire, right?”

“Right.”

“There’s this book I read called Fahrenheit 451 about firemen who actually started fires, instead of put them out. Think about the trucks you see, right? With the big hoses? Imagine fire instead of water. Or even just some kind of flammable liquid that we could light quickly. If we can concentrate the jet enough to not worry about spraying everything-”

“We spray what we want and light the suckers up,” Mike finishes, grinning.

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees, pointing at him. “The trouble comes when we start thinking about all the little drops that land everywhere, not where we want them. Water mists everywhere. If there’s a solid-enough line of mist from the fire back to us, we’re in trouble.”

“So hairspray,” Dustin says. “Aerosolize it. Put it on a long hose with a long tube, far away from us, and mist everything we want to mist.”

“And wind?” Eddie asks. “If it blows back in our faces…”

“Right,” Dustin nods.

Lucas looks between them and sighs. “Steve!”

“What?” Steve calls back from the kitchen.

“Is there wind in the Upside Down?”

Steve walks out, frowning. “Wind? Not that I can remember. Why?”

Lucas grins, first at him, then at the guys gathered around the table with him. “I think we have an idea.”

Steve catches Eddie’s eye. “You’re helping?”

“Trying to,” Eddie shrugs, stretching as he stands. “Trying to get them to think outside the box in a different way.”

Steve grins, nods, and disappears back into the kitchen, coming out less than a minute later with a platter of sandwiches. “The rest of planning can wait until after dinner,” he tells them. “And thank El, she helped.”

A chorus of “Thank you, El,” rang from the table, and Eddie snags a sandwich before stepping back to where Steve is. “Thanks,” he murmurs, taking a bite. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but whatever happened during those four years in the future… I think it might’ve changed you for the better.”

Steve grins at him. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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[chaosfantasmic]

fuck the grind, I choose joy and whimsy. Off to go frolic in a field lmao

[vilsoo]

is it a safe space to say we should bring back assassinations cuz literally our us government is just incompetent asf

mass shootings happen every day, womens rights are being taken away, ppl are living off minimum wage, the housing costs are just dreadful, cop cities are being funded, a genocide is going on and thousands of palestinian kids are dead but yeah lets just ban tiktok!! that'll solve all our problems <33

[doing-swell]

My gf is taking care of me heating up her pouch for my cramps 🥺 It makes me think about how she’ll take care of me when I’m pregnant 😭😭

[slythereen]

rbr admin in love with charles, fork found in kitchen

[sydcarmyfan]

Whoa, we're half way there

- Livin’ on a Prayer, Bon Jovi

[mioakem]

imma kill yall

[hardlypartying]

“We could do that you know?” There’s a thread of light breaking the horizon, the dark sky beginning to change. “Get married if everything else fails.”

“Sorry can’t do that,” Kiara clicks her tongue, “already made one.”

“You made a marriage pact without me?” Rafe leans back to stare at her in offense, his mouth hanging open a little. “With who?”

Read chapter 16 here

Listen to the playlist I can’t shut up about

[ilovedthestars]

Feeling frustrated today about how often I see “queer women” in like, marketing for a book or a general appreciation post or whatever, and it really means “sapphic women.” It’s a perfectly reasonable way to use the labels, I know, but I am aroace and I would like to sometimes be included in “queer women” too. Especially when it comes to books, where I sometimes get so excited to see “queer female protagonist” and then realize that means it’s a sapphic romance, which I am too romance-repulsed to enjoy. I just wish “queer” was not so often limited to meaning “same-gender romance.”

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Holy fuck, yall. SO MUCH happened. Had to delete Tumblr for a day (or, as it turns out, like, 8) but I’m back!! Y’all get TWO parts today and then another in two days to keep us on schedule.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

Dinner is filled with raised voices, back and forth, thinking of and discarding plan after plan, until an agreement is reached. Joyce takes her kids home soon after, and helps ferry some of the other kids as well. Nancy takes Mike and Robin. Steve winks at Robin as she leaves, resulting in her sticking her tongue out at him.

Then it’s just Steve and Eddie, Alli having given Steve a look before taking her leave and heading upstairs to her room.

“So,” Eddie says with a grin, holding up his lunchbox.

Steve swallows the noise that wants to come out. “Please,” he says instead, leading the way to the back door before freezing just inside, realizing what had happened just a few days ago. “Um,” he says embarrassedly, “how do you feel about roofs?”

Eddie gives him an odd little look before replying. “In general?” He asks, though his smile reveals he knows what Steve means.

Steve chuckles. “Y’know what? If you have actual opinions, I want to hear them.”

“D’you know they’re made differently depending on where you are? Because the type of weather? They’re steeper here than in, say, Florida, ‘cause we get snow and Florida doesn’t, and snow is heavy and can cause your roof to cave in if too much settles on top. Also if you live in areas that get a lot of snow, don’t grow weed in your attic, ‘cause the heat will cause the snow to melt on just that one part of your roof.”

Steve blinks. “That’s… actually really interesting.”

Eddie grins. “Isn’t it?” His grin falls when Steve opens the door to his room. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, Stevie-boy, ‘cause I’ve got opinions on your room.”

Steve sighs. “I think I’ve probably heard it all before, but go right ahead. Surprise me. You’re good at that anyways.”

Eddie gives him another odd look before looking around. “Seriously, if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t. I mean, it’ll be hard, but-”

Steve snorts. “No, go ahead, I wanna hear it.”

He wanders over to the desk, picks up the phone, and brings it to his ear before saying to Steve, “the seventies are calling. It wants…” he gestures around, “all of this back.”

Steve snorts, drawing a hand over his face to hold in a laugh. “That all you got?”

“Hey, that was a good one,” Eddie retorts, then looks around again as his smile falls. “I dunno, man. I get that I don’t really know you, but… this doesn’t really feel like you.” He tilts his head. “Besides maybe that car,” he gestures to the picture, “but… is that the stock photo?”

Steve hums. “Probably. My mom decorated it. I didn’t have much say. Well,” he considers, “any say, really.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Can I ask about them?”

“Who?”

“Your parents.”

“Oh.” Steve shrugs. “Sure. There’s not much to say. They’re not terrible, just… absent. I mean, my dad can be an asshole sometimes, but that’s just dads, right? But he’s always gone on business trips and my mom thinks he’s cheating on her—she’s probably not wrong, by the way—so she goes with him.”

Eddie blinks. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Steve snorts. “Well, his name is Richard.”

Eddie’s eyes light up. “His one redeeming feature.”

“His name?”

“Exactly what it says on the tin,” Eddie nods.

He’s so earnest, so ridiculous, Steve can’t hold back the laugh. He leads Eddie out onto the roof, extending him a hand as he crawls out the window and staying behind him as they crawl up, a misguided hope of being able to catch Eddie if he were to fall.

They make it up unscathed, however, and Steve watches as Eddie lights a pre-rolled blunt, taking the first drag and releasing it—and the tension in his shoulders—before handing it over to Steve, who inhales deeply before immediately coughing. “Fuck, man,” he says, laughing, “I forgot I haven’t smoked much yet.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Yeah? You do it a lot in four years?”

Steve shrugs. “Not a lot, maybe, but definitely more.”

Eddie hums in response before accepting the joint back. “So tell me,” he says after a few minutes. “We’re actually friends? Or ‘s this more of a keep your friends close and your enemies closer type thing?”

Steve huffs a laugh. “I can definitely see how you’d think that,” he admits. “But no, this is… it’s friends. We’re friends. Or I’d like to be, at least.”

Eddie grins at him. “You don’t seem too bad,” he teases. “I guess I could stand being friends with you.”

“Oh, well I’m so glad I meet your standards.” He grins lazily before taking another hit. “If it makes more sense to you this way, we can just say this is reason enough,” he says, holding the joint up. “Cause man, I tried another dealer, and I dunno what he had but it sure as hell wasn’t this.”

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[ghost-proofbaby]

therapist told me today that maybe i shouldn’t go cold turkey on writing since it’s been such a key point in healing and coping in the past, so. im back and here.