#(they get better)

[puro134]

Anything you can do, they can do better.

More neo metal in satbk because yeah!

I believe in weapon master neo supremacy

[sp0o0kylights]

"I feel him." El insists. "Alive." 

She hasn't said his name since Will first raised them all over the walkie, but every person in the room knows who she means. 

Not that Steve can say his name either.

"But we watched him die." Nancy says gently, before Dustin properly loses it from where he sits in the corner. "Owen's even sent someone back through to check." 

"Yes." El agrees, but it's clear she's frustrated. "He died here. But he's not alive here, he's alive over there." 

"In the Upside Down?" Steve asks, and pretends his voice isn't cracking with desperation and barely concealed hope.

"No!" El snaps, before taking a deep breath and collecting herself to try again. "Through the other gate." 

"Okay." Hopper cuts in, hands waving in some kind of "stay calm" gesture. "El, honey, I think we're all still hung up about the other gate." He pauses, before adding. "And how Creel dying opened it." 

El gives him a thousand yard stare. 

"I'm getting the crayons." Joyce sighs as she stands up. In a mutter she continues, "Should have gotten them to begin with." 

Silently, Steve agrees. 

xXx Eddie xXx

It goes like this.

A bat breaks through the side of the trailer. It swoops low, teeth rattling, but it doesn't attack. 

It emits an odd, echoing screech, before  flying through the gate, to the Rightside-Up. 

"Shit." Dustin curses wildly. "Shit, they're gonna try and invade!" 

"I thought they were guarding the gate!" Eddie protests, as that echoing scream returns tenfold, coming from the mouths of too many demobats. “If they wanted to invade wouldn’t they have done that already!?” 

"No, because Vecna was focused on opening more gates! This must be his plan--to open enough gates to push an army through. We have to lead them away!"

"Dustin-!" Eddie calls out desperately, but finds himself overwhelmed by bats as more and more break through. 

He fights through them, trying to get to Dustin, trying to listen to what the kid’s screaming.

He can’t hear him.

Not over all the screeching, the beating bat wings and the thudding noises as they smack at his head. Their teeth snap, tearing into every piece of him they can reach.

Eddie doesn’t know how long he’s been surrounded, but he hears the trailer door bang open--and shut.

"Dustin!" He screams this time, voice as loud as he can make it.

The kid’s faster than he is.

He’d planned this--or at least, had thought about it long enough to get himself a solid head start, leaving Eddie scrambling after. 

Fighting through the torrents of bats. Abandoning the gate because Hawkins can burn for all he cares--but there are people who don't deserve to go down with it.

People like Henderson, who have bright futures ahead of them.

Eddie tears his way towards Dustin, unthinking, just running.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid-!’ He thinks, but not at Dustin. 

At himself, because he knows the kid. Knows what to expect from how he acts in games. 

Steve even called it--and Eddie’s not stupid enough to think he was talking to both of them when he warned them about not being a hero. He was included purely because Dustin would fuss otherwise and they were short on time.

Dustin’s on the ground when Eddie finds him, and he whips his spear at the few dozen bats that attack him, their bodies circling, teeth biting. 

He gets in two good hits before shit hits the fan. 

To his right something explodes, flames high and reaching, a thunderous boom whipping out so loud that Eddie's ears ring. 

A shockwave nearly takes him off his feet, bandana pulled from his head and freeing his hair. 

Eddie crashes on the ground next to Dustin.

 Sees all the blood and doesn't know what to do. 

"Come on man." Eddie pleads. "Come on!" 

He doesn't get an answer. 

It goes like this.

Vecna’s dead. 

The blast that killed him was from some kind of explosion that took out all of Creel House. 

It fireballed skyward, and the Upside Down rapidly began doing….something, seconds after. 

Returning, Eddie decides, to whatever it was before the asshole got thrown in here. 

Or dying, maybe.

(This is easier to think about than the fact that no one could have survived that blast. That there's a black hole Eddie can see, and it has to wrap miles and miles around the Creel House because he's still near his trailer.

It the trees down the stupid hill didn't make it then Robin, and Nancy, and Steve--

He stops. Shakes his head.

If Eddie thinks about it, it will make it real. 

He can't let it be real.),

The monsters all fall as one, dropping to the ground like puppets with cut strings. 

Eddie had been pummeled by a few demobat bodies before he could get clear, though given how some still occasionally twitch and hop around weakly after, Vecna's death doesn't necessarily equal their own.

Madly, he crushes a few beneath his boots. 

Knows that won't bring his friends back. 

Stomps on a few more because he can't do anything about that, and he can't cry any harder.

It goes like this.

Eddie gets back topside to find Vecna's revenge in action.

 It's an act worthy of a mad god, not that Eddie would ever give him such a title. 

Hawkins wasn't split. It was consumed, with large portions falling deep into the earth that opened under it. Smoke chokes half the town from an outburst of fires, while downed trees and electrical lines make walking a chore. 

The road is a cracked and pitted mess, littered with holes large enough to swallow entire cars. 

Passage is nigh impossible by car, and downright dangerous by foot.

It makes Eddie want to sink to his knees in despair.

There were still people around, that first day. 

There were still people around the second and fifth days too. 

But then the monsters appear. 

They're not the demobats, or demodogs or even the demogorgons that Eddie was told of. 

They're something--else.

Mutated and mutating, taking on appearances that reflect both the Upside Down and the Right-Side Up (a term coined by one of the freshmen--Eddie can't recall which.) 

Actual flowers, great purple and orange looking blooms sprout teeth and attack. Vines stick out of arcade cabinets, carting them around like a hermit crabs shell. 

Some people breathe the falling little pieces of ash and suddenly aren't people anymore.

(It was Erica, who had coined the term. The Right-Side Up. 

Erica who was also deceased, because the fucking explosion didn't just take out the Upside Down version of the Creel house, but the real one too. 

Which meant Max and Lucas and Erica…

But Eddie's not thinking about that.)  

It goes like this.

Wayne's gone.

He'd been at the plant when the Earth had swallowed it, his first day back to work because he'd used all his PTO trying to find Eddie.

The coworker who watched it happen makes sure to tell Eddie his uncle insisted he was innocent. That the old man never stopped looking.

Likewise, the trailer is gone. 

It fell barely a day after Eddie had climbed out of it, one half eaten while the other teetered dangerously on the edge.

There's cops at the borders of the city. 

They���re been commandeered by the military and the feds both, and people in heavy gear prowl around like guard dogs just waiting to be let off leash.

Helicopters fill the air, always circling and searching. Units of men and women begin parading around with guns as they escort tanks and other battle equipment through the streets. 

They're looking for something besides the monsters, and they're happy to cut the phone lines and police the survivors to find it.

No one's allowed in--or out. 

Eddie tries to escape the first few days, after he realizes everyone who knew the truth is gone. 

Thinks maybe he can get to the Byers, and that super powered girl out in California, but keeps getting cut off.

Twice they've nearly caught him, which means twice Eddie has been forced to come to terms with the fact that he's one of the things they're after.

They know him by name.

They know he was involved in Creel's takedown.

Eddie"s not just being hunted by the town now. 

He’s being hunted by the United States as a whole. 

It goes like this.

Eddie doesn't want to die. 

Can't bring himself to take his own life, forever too much of a coward. 

So he berates himself while he hides.

Wonders what the fuck his plan is here. 

Focuses on surviving, stealing food, sleeping in people he loves houses and hoping maybe some of them made it out.

(Given how Gareth's and Jeff's places are both untouched, he doesn't think they did.) 

He’s never prayed before but now he’s praying to every deity he can think of. Hoping, wishing, that if he can’t get out alive, he at least goes down quickly. 

It goes like this.

Steve Harrington walks out of the woods with a nailbat in his hands, like a blood soaked fever dream. 

Eddie doesn't care. 

He hugs him so hard his own ribs hurt and the crazy thing is Steve hugs him back even harder. 

"You're alive." Eddie sobs, face buried in Steve's shoulder.,"You're alive, you're alive…" 

Steve grips him for a moment before whispering back; "And so are you." 

He pulls away and Eddie struggles against him, not ready to let go, fingers grasping at his shirt. 

Steve strokes his hair, his stupid tangled, gross hair and Eddie looks at him, desperately needing the contact to prove that Steve is real. 

That he’s here. 

 "I need you to listen--I'm not your Steve." Steve says, and Eddie’s so desperate for contact that the words don’t register for a moment. 

Not that they make sense when they do. 

"What?" Eddie asks. 

"There’s a--okay.” Steve sighs, before saying; “I am going to absolutely blow the explanation, but I need you to trust me.”

“I do.” Eddie says, even as Steve fulfills his own prophecy, and gives a completely nonsensical explanation.

At the end of it, Eddie can’t bring himself to care. 

As long as he has Steve back--even if it’s not technically his Steve, Eddie will follow him wherever he goes.

[loveeari]

lion man (my little lion man)

Chapter One

Peter Andrew Pettigrew wasn’t feeling the morning at all and was dozing off on a hazy morning at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. His friends the marauders weren’t here at the moment and Peter knew where they were. James was on a date with Regulus and Lily while Sirius and Remus were still cuddling in bed. 

Why was he awake this early? 

Peter didn’t know the exact reason either, but he just couldn’t sleep for some reason. It was their 6th year, the year before n.e.w.t.s and everyone caught the love bug and then there was Peter—poor single Peter with no partner in sight which he didn’t mind. 

He knew that he was a mess and didn’t want to drag someone into his mess at all. Peter had been dealing with his Anxiety, Depression, and an Eating Disorder since his third year and never breathed a word of it to his best friends. 

Peter didn’t know how to bring that up so he just stayed quiet because what could he say about those topics? It was believed by everyone that Peter loved eating but they couldn’t be farther from the truth at all. Peter finally got up from the table without even bothering to touch his food at all and walked away too somewhere. 

He was going to the forbidden forest to a little cave that was a ten-minute walk away from Hogwarts. Peter found that place in his second year when he had this horrendous panic attack and wanted to get out desperately. 

Peter purposely made sure the cave wasn’t marked on the map and was a place he could when he felt suffocated by everything. Peter knew that his friends wouldn’t notice him gone for a while. As long as he made in the dorm by curfew they would be none the wiser. 

He kept walking zoning out and the next thing he knew he was in the little cave. Peter actually made it comfortable by using runes and warming charms everywhere. He blocked out the cave and strung up some lights with runes. Peter was surprisingly not horrendous at runes as well as some practical parts of magic. 

Peter sat down on the bed that he found in the room of hidden things. Something that no one knew about the marauders is that Peter didn’t become friends with them until the middle of the first year. Before that Peter was alone and only had house elves for company. They told him about the room of hidden things and sometimes Peter went there when he wanted a quicker escape from everything. 

That’s where he got the bed from and used a shrinking charm which was impressive for a first-year but Peter wasn’t going to say anything about that. He brought out the sketchbook that he had hidden here for the very same purpose. No one knew that Peter loved to draw and that he was really good at it as well as painting. 

There were a lot of things that people didn’t know about Peter Pettigrew and he was surprisingly ok with it. 

He was sitting crisscrossed and humming a song under his breath. The time slipped away slowly and the next thing he knew his alarm went off again. It was his emergency alarm which he then realized with an oh crap expression on his face. 

If he wasn’t back at his dorm in ten minutes, the marauders might throw a search party for him. 

Peter prayed that they were too distracted with their significant others and they didn’t notice him at all. It has happened before and maybe it will happen again. Peter was definitely banking on that but he wasn’t always lucky. 

He sprinted to the castle and thanked every deity that he was pretty fast on his feet and not unathletic. Peter, contrary to their belief, actually did exercise and was at a decent height. He just covered his physique with baggy clothing because of stuff. 

He was panting heavily when he managed to reach the common room and muttered the password. He glanced at the time and winced at the late time which might get questions but fingers crossed he won’t be. 

Peter crept into his room silently hoping that all three of his roommates were deep asleep. He wasn’t that lucky when he saw the lights were all on and Remus Sirius and James were staring at him. 

Peter cleared his throat, “Hey guys” 

James narrowed his eyes, “What were you doing out so late” 

Peter shrugged his shoulders, “nothing serious” 

Sirius scoffed, “Peter you’ve been gone the entire day” 

Remus nodded, “And we couldn’t find you on the map” 

Peter looked at them apologetically, “I was in the forest-” 

James cut him off, “Doing what?”

Peter stopped the urge to roll his eyes hard, “Don’t worry about it, I just lost track of time I’m fine” 

Before any of the three could say anything Peter speed walked to the bathroom. It was way too late to take a shower so he just brushed his teeth, washed his face, and took off his shoes. Peter crept back into the room and all the lights were off thankfully. 

He climbed into his bed already awaiting another sleepless night. Peter stared at the stars he put up in his first year because he wanted Sirius to feel less alone. Peter spent all day pasting each and every single one the muggle way and found a charm that kept them glowing. 

Sirius teared up and hugged Peter so hard that day but Peter never mentioned it. He was in a state of dozing off and staying awake neither here nor there until his alarm rang quietly. Peter was usually the first to wake up in the dorm and the last person to go to sleep. It’s how it was forever Peter assumed. 

“Well this is just lovely” Peter grumbled after rubbing the sleep away from his eyes feeling worse than before. He grabbed his uniform and crept to the bathroom with the lights shut off and well he was used to navigating in the dark. Once Peter got into the bathroom he did his morning routine and put on his clothes after finally taking a shower. 

He stared at himself in the mirror and noticed his turning an ashy gray and his blue eyes dimmer and dimmer. Peter could also see he was losing a lot of weight which was Not Good at All. 

He wanted to groan but also did not want to face his roommate at all so he ignored it because pretending makes everything go away. 

He then quickly walked out and made his way to the kitchens where he usually ate breakfast before he met up with his friends at the great hall and pretended to eat over there. Peter hated eating in front of people because it felt like tiny daggers piercing him with their eyes. Once walking into the house, elves crowded against him and Peter giggled along with them. 

Peter absolutely loved staying with the house elves because one thing they didn’t do was judge. He could be just Peter with them and that’s the hardest thing to ever be. 

He sat down on the ground because he liked to be at eye level with the elves because he didn’t like looking down at them. The elves have tried time and time again to make him sit on a chair but Peter was steadfast in sitting on the floor eating what meager food he managed to get through his throat into his stomach. 

Since it was currently 6:00 in the morning and his friends weren’t going to be at the hall until 8:00 he had time to just sit here and breathe and talk with the elves. 

Time passed and unfortunately, Peter had to leave them and he groaned dramatically while Mipsy looked at him dead in the eye, “Petie don’t skip class” 

The other elves nodded in agreement and off he went just realizing that he skipped breakfast with his friends and there were now going to be more questions. 

Peter hated this with a passion, why couldn’t he be normal and just not get panicky for no reason among other things? Since it was their sixth year in Hogwarts and Peter just loved torturing himself with work he decided on taking Ancient Runes, Arithmancy Charms Potions DADA, and Transfiguration as well as Herbology and unfortunately History of Magic 

It was funny when people assumed that Peter was dumb which was kind of funny to think of. Just because Peter didn’t brag about his Academic strength didn’t mean he was stupid. His first class of the day was Ancient Runes which none of his friends took even Remus. They saw no use in the class but well Peter grew up with Runes and loved learning about them. 

He wanted to be a curse breaker when he graduated from Hogwarts. In order to become that he had to get O’s in almost everything since it was very difficult to get a job with the goblins since they didn’t trust wizards a lot. He could do freelancing but he didn’t want to break curses for a bunch of rich pureblooded snobs. 

Once he made it to class he sat in the middle of the class and doodled. 

They weren’t doing anything at the moment since their professor had to do something else. Peter assumed she was catching up on her grading since well she took forever to grade and it irritated him to no end. She wanted all their work on time but she couldn’t grade it on time like what. 

His next period came with Transfiguration which he unfortunately had with everyone else. He was going to pretend as if nothing happened which was a perfect way to deal with this situation. Once he walked in the room he could feel the burning gaze of his best mates which he swiftly ignored. 

Peter eyed the room and noticed James' seat was suspiciously empty which was odd to say the least. James usually sat with Lily and Sirius and Remus sat together. Peter didn’t mind sitting by himself and told them repeatedly that he was ok with it. 

Whenever there was group work Mcgonangall allowed Peter to work with Lily and James or Remus and Sirius which he was perfectly fine with. It wasn’t going to hurt him by being by himself and the positive side was that he could go at his own pace instead of being rushed or stared at whenever he did something faster than people expected him to. 

The professors never mentioned it because Peter specifically asked them not but Peter was the top student of their year. People usually mention Lily or Remus but Peter was usually number one or always stayed in the top three in terms of academics and magical prowess. 

Because of his demure demeanor and smaller size, people underestimated him and made him seem like some type of luck to his friends which he hated because Peter was friends with them because he was friends with them, he was not running after them for a morsel of attention. 

He pretended like he never saw the empty seat by skimming the parchment paper in his hands and sitting where he always sat. 

Way far back just like he liked it and he sat down burrowing his head into his hands. Today they were doing practicals about Bird-Conjuring Spells. Which was interesting so Peter knew the movements and he did them without a show. McGonagall never really came to the back and if she did it never was for Peter which he was fine with. 

The less attention the better in his opinion. 

He had two more classes left, one with his friends which was potions and the other with Remus which was Arithmancy

Peter was getting irritated because why were they starting to care right now? They’ve never cared before but one day he missed curfew without saying anything to anybody they got mad. 

He never said anything ever but he knew that Remus was a werewolf and how James and Sirius turned into animagus in order to help him. He knew he was purposely kept out because they wanted to protect him. 

Didn’t that leave a bitter taste in his mouth that he realized his own friends probably didn’t even trust him to help his other friend? So Peter did what he did best, ignoring that. He didn’t need to become an animagus and with his luck, he’d probably turn into something gross like a rat so he’ll just stay away from that mess. 

He kept his head down in Arithmancy and resolved his fate of being grilled again. 

“Why am I so dumb” Peter snarked at himself

After the class finally ended he was prepared to do what he did best. 

Ignore it 

When he was out of the room his three friends were standing there with narrowed eyes and Peter wanted to groan. 

“Leave me alone” he whined to himself inside his head 

He still couldn’t get why they cared so darn much but he walked towards them with his head held high. 

“Hey guys” He muttered to them as they all made their way to the great hall trying to pretend like nothing was wrong because nothing was ever wrong.

“Peter seriously where were you” Remus asked annoyed 

Peter groaned out loud, “Nowhere and it doesn’t matter, please let it go” 

Sirius shook his head with his gray eyes burning brightly, “No it matters” 

Peter rubbed his eyes with a headache already about to start, “Whatever i’m going to the dorm” 

And Peter walked away with James yelling, “What about dinner?” 

Peter scoffed, “Not hungry” 

And he kept on walking without looking back because that’d be dramatic wouldn’t it? So Peter was walking away normally as one does with his friends seething in the background. 

“They’ll be fine” He muttered underneath his breath 

He was actually going back to his dorm to maybe attempt sleeping again. Soon he was curled up in his bed with the curtains drawn up close and Peter Pettigrew was still staring at the stars.

[recorded-anew]

So, a little bird told me that Peter and Dekker are swapped, so Peter does stuff like supply C4 for the Unknowing, but also that Peter and Elias are dating!

How does that work out with Jonah partially possessing Elias? Does Peter know about it?

Peter knows! Peter was dating Jonah (Via James) before Elias took over. All 3 of them are kinda in a poly relationship? But it's like. 2.5 people. They're having a great time tho.

Peter actually helped with the Elias Eye Surgery

[ahotknife]

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[macbethz]

Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character

[teaboot]

Once when I was a kid my dad told me to “stop being a you-know-what”. And we’d done the whole song and dance enough times that I knew he meant “bitch”, so I told him: That’s cheating. You know what you mean, and I know what you mean- you’re just stepping around it so you can pretend you’re on the high ground. So if you’re going to call me a bitch, at least have the balls to actually say it.

And it’s been about fifteen years since then but I’m just now figuring out that that’s the same feeling I get hearing shit like “grape” and “unalive”.

If your audience knows what you mean, you might as well actually say it. Otherwise you’re just fucking hiding

[identitty-dickruption]

choosing to allocate spoons to hanging out and having a good time at the cost of perfectly completing all your work is not a failing it is in fact an act of survival. “too sick to work = too sick to play” is in fact ableist bullshit that you don’t have to buy into. and the fact that leisure time is treated like a privilege is a fucking travesty

[overcaffeinated-aro]

ok not to be that guy but like. labor rights and working class rights can coexist with 24h services and late amenities. its certainly hard to do so without worker exploitation in this political and social environment, it’s not a conflict likely to resolve overnight. but 24h services are important and especially valuable to those of us that are disabled or are on a different circadian rhythm. in fact more professional, health, and government services should be available or at least possible to work on asynchronously (if applicable) during late or odd hours, while workers also get sufficient pay for their labor and proper consistent scheduling. this would be much easier on the workers with night schedules if the entire professional world didn’t grind to a halt at 5pmEST

[itgetsbetter]

merry gay christmas yall

[sunfortune]

booktok did ruin a lot of romance novels bc of the demand for instant gratification but culturally it is kind of a slay that so many young women are just reading smut and masturbating all day #respect

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[footlongdingledong2]

[beebfreeb]

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

[wolfertinger666]

Self portrait redraw

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