#2 days until the party

[indiehorrorgamemovie]

No.

[salamispots]

I love how you can chill in the little basket by the shell out machine :'D

[haunted-xander]

Something something kh2 Sora's outfit being primarily dark colors despite being associated with light and Riku's outfit being primarily light colors despite being associated with darkness

[justplaggin]

« to the stray dogs »

[hazmattenhatten]

POV you are trying to grab the intelligence at Sawmill

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish life pictures and etc.

[exoscreamsoda]

we dont talk enough about how close kaisoo’s birthdays are

theyre quite literally the fated pair 🥺

theres only a single day separating both of them on January 13th which means all kaisoo supporters have a set day to celebrate their cute relationship :’)

the only thing that would make it better is if they were born in the same year! but i will pretend its like that because kai is kyungsoo’s gift 😌

if i was an astrology nerd i swear i would have so much to say but im not into that so.. well ITS FATE OK. the universe said so!

ok im done but really it’s brushed over too much, what other kpop ship has the perfect middle date 🥺

[notebooknonbinary]

Byler Week, Day 2: 80s Movies (Peggy Sue Got Married, 1986)

(technically a sequel to this. All you need to know is that Mike and Will can read each other's minds--and they know that they like each other.)

Mike and Will are back in the Upside Down—in Hopper’s cabin. This time, at least, they’re not alone. Outside, Joyce and Hopper are keeping watch so they can get some sleep. Unfortunately, neither one of them can. So they’re just laying beside each other, listening to the faint murmuring of the couple outside. 

“Mom and I made up last week,” Mike finally murmurs into the quiet air. He sees Will immediately turn to face him. “Yeah? How did that go?”

“She apologized for putting all the secret keeping on me—aparently Nance really reamed her on that after the fight.”

“Well, good. You deserved to be apologized to.”

Mike hides his smile in the crook of his elbow, wondering if Will can feel how giddy Mike gets when Will defends him. (The answer, he suspects, is yes.)

“Thanks,” he whispers. “Then we watched a movie that came out recently? Honestly, it was kind of stupid—Peggy Sue Was Married? Or something like that—but me and Mom both kind of hated it, so we made fun of it together.” Will snaps his fingers. “Peggy Sue Got Married? El and I watched that one, I liked it until she got back with the cheating husband at the end—”

“—that's why Mom thought it was stupid. I guess she saw that’s where it was going and felt it would have ended better if Peggy decided to go through with the divorce.” Mike is silent for a long moment. He picks at the hangnail on his thumb. “Then she started crying and said that she’s been daydreaming about divorcing my dad.” “Oh, Mike…” “She said she’s held out for our sakes, and honestly I almost picked a fight with her about it. I wish they would divorce.”

Will reaches out and grabs Mike’s hand. “Maybe my Mom can talk to her about it after this is all done with.”

"Maybe."

Mike laces their fingers together, and leans over to press the briefest of kisses to their interlocked fingers.

They’re on the precipice of being in a relationship—having confessed and kissed, and accidentally formed a powers-bond—but unwilling to take that final step of calling each other boyfriends. 

If Mike were to lose Will…

He thinks back to the night after Will’s fake body was discovered (easy with Vecna’s recent reminder), those few hours where Mike had well and truly believed Will to be dead. And the hours afterwards where he’d remained terrified of Will slipping through his fingers forever.

He tightens his grip on Will’s hand, scooching just a bit closer to him. Will obligingly curls nearer to him, twinning their free hands together.

They fall asleep like this.

-

When Mike wakes up, it’s to the kind of crusty eyes he associates with late night crying sessions. He feels off and tired and like there’s too much stuff crowding his brain. He sits up, finding himself in his basement—but it’s also wrong.

It’s not the basement of the past year (messy with so many of his family friends living in it), but nor is it the basement in the Upside Down, cold and damp, but free of Vines.

It’s the basement of four years ago. Warm, filled with toys and Will’s drawings. 

When he looks at his hands, they’re tiny and scuffed from falling off his bike last night.

Wait, no, not last night. Four years ago.

Right?

He looks to the corner to see a tiny version of El, awake and fiddling with his old Walkie-Talkie, though nothing but static is coming through. No tiny voice singing. No Will.

Worry turns to painful anxiety and fear.

No no no please no. If, somehow, the following three years were just a dream thought up by a desperate twelve year old wishing that his favorite person were still alive…Mike doesn’t know if he’ll be able to survive that. Not Will, please not Will. A hiccuping sob escapes his chest.

He’s almost certain this isn’t another one of Vecna’s tricks, because things haven’t gone funky and weird like last time. But, he’d almost rather that it is Vecna, just so he can be certain that Will is coming to get him. That Will is still…

He lets out another painful quiet cry, curling in on himself. He hears El take a breath at the noise, but he ignores her.

Then, finally, Will’s mental voice breaks through the silent screaming in his mind. I’m here Mike.

Mike lets out another sob, this time of relief. Are you safe?

He’s hit with a second hand wave of exasperated fondness. As safe as I can be. I don’t think Henry knows we’re here. 

Mike sits back and scrubs the tears from his eyes. How are we here?

Some sort of powers thing? Will guesses. Time travel is new. We didn’t even do it like Marty McFly, we had to pull a Peggy Sue.

Mike bites back a laugh. It seems topical, considering their previous conversation. No Delorean for us, I guess.

Now that he’s aware of what’s going on, his mind has untangled a little bit. Somehow Mike can feel the presence of their younger selves, sat at the back of their minds and aware. His younger self has done the mental equivalent of curling around the younger Will like a feral cat, hissing when Mike prods their way, but otherwise calmer than he would expect them to be.

But then, Mike at this age would and did suspend a lot of disbelief in his crusade to get Will back. So older selves from the future probably isn’t too much of a reach.

Speaking of getting Will back, today is the day Joyce made brief contact with Will. If I can shepard the Party to your house, Mike wonders. Do you think we’d be able to get you out early?

A pause.

Yes please.

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When I eventually get around to posting this on Ao3 it'll be longer--it's not quite finished, and Mike keeps going off into tangents about found families lolol. But i think this is a good stopping point :)

[pirates-and-ninja-lover]

fuck politics btw <3

[alixlives]

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[mishtershpock]

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[kyuala]

hmm

[heartsburst]

me every time i kind of forget and leave something to the last minute: what if i gave up. what then.

[soft-serve-soymilk]

god these next few weeks are going to be a doozy 😅

[ellcrys]

was too tired to post about this last night but yesterday i went to the mfa to checkout two temp exhibits leaving in mid-feb and both of them really exceeded my expectations!

matthew wong: the realm of appearances

tiny treasures: the magic of miniatures

the realm of appearances was really a hidden gem, imo. i wasn't expecting much from the previews i saw online and i didn't really connect with his early work but oh man his later paintings that delve into landscape and the color blue especially were frankly amazing. love the color blue so there's bias there whoops and i love the impressionist era which he took a lot of insp from so whoops there's more bias there lol, but really, i loved his color work. he had this really cool technique of scraping wet paint off for super cool texturing and color also which really caught my eye.

tiny treasures was just fun. i love miniatures. a really nicely curated collection that hit on a bunch of different themes. i got the exhibit companion book lol

also picked up 'fashioned by sargent' which was sold out last time i was there and i am so pleased with the purchase 🥰

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

had a great weekend out with the family! mum, my sister and I went to see the Swan Lake ballet which was cool but I'm definitely a stageplay or something with dialogue kind of person it seems, I found myself zoning out often and getting distracted by nearby crinkly wrappers and noisy kids a-ahaha and then we went out for dinner at our favourite korean bbq place with our aunt who's come down from interstate!

then today we all met up again and went to our favourite hangout at the Plaster Funhouse and spent the day painting various sculptures just like we used to when my sister and I were kids-- this time I painted a chest in the style of the small ones from KH (I bought another one to paint as a big chest but ran out of time, that's a project for our next visit) and a flamingo I made to resemble the Eerie Chocobo Barding from FFXIV, my favourite bird-outfit! they didn't have any tiny pumpkins to put on sadly but we made it work with some flowers and a little crown, and off it goes into my growing collection of painted statues in the second pic :')

they had more MetalGreymon statues today soooo I was back on my bullshit and I grabbed another one, despite already having painted the two official variants... this one is to make my own recolour with for kicks lol, maybe a nice maroon with pistachio-coloured stripes? snow MG? a fucken rainbow? the options are endlessssss and I just hope they bring back the MetalGarurumon ones someday so I can start my recolour idea with those too ///