#I can’t tell anymore

[paper-lilypie]

detachment || disconnection

[cod-dump]

I LIVE

And I come baring Phoenix

Phoenix and Moose are besties that just so happen to do couple-y things

They cuddle when either one is upset or needs someone

They kiss bc they can

Sometimes they fuck because they don’t want the other getting too pent up

They go out for dinner sometimes because the other deserves to be treated

It takes Graves being like “Are you two official yet?” For Phoenix and Moose to realize they’re acting like a couple

Take this as you will

-🔥

Being so close really confuses everyone. Were they dating? It looked like it. None of the Shadows confirmed or denied it (did they even know?) and Graves didn’t even blink when it was brought up to him. He’s been dealing with that how long now? Of course he’s not fazed.

They were so, so close. Then there was a distance, it was almost immediate. Phoenix to start keeping his distance, feeling awkward around Moose. It had to be because of Roach, now Moose’s official boyfriend. Whatever closeness Phoenix and Moose had seemed to crack away, probably Phoenix respecting his teammate’s relationship.

Maybe they had a talk and things changed over night. Whatever happened, no one who knew was saying anything. Graves was acting as he did before, unfazed. Moose was himself though there was a distance in his eyes. He still considered Phoenix one of his best friends, still sought him out to talk, hang out, rant with.

Maybe the entrance of Roach really was the cause of change. Or maybe it was something else… no one knew, no one was sure if they would ever know.

[ibenology]

don’t know when i phased over into a new dimension but I startled awake at 4:30am and the first thing I see is that Dan and Phil have released a synthbeat album with hits like Cheeky Banter, Are They Fighting and Phantasy Land

[mortoxtea]

God Boy Kills World was SO BAD. it was nothing but gory violence and the most groan-worthy, immature "humor" ever. Hard to believe a grown ass man wanted to star in it.

Okay so let me get this straight:

You went and saw a movie that is obviously gory, obviously violent, obviously immature, obviously dark humor just to complain about those things that are very clearly in the trailer which you either somehow didn’t see or decided that none of these themes would be in the movie, when you don’t like these things?

Then, you condemn Bill and only Bill for being in this movie because a “Grown ass man” shouldn’t or wouldn’t want to star in a movie like this. Any of the other A-list actors in this movie are absolved it’s only Bill’s problem?

You also completely ignore that this type of movie is a specific genre of movies, very popular, a lot of people like them, and they are very successful they are just for a certain audience that’s also not specifically you.

So after that I’m supposed to what? Agree with you because you somehow missed that this was what the movie contains, saw it anyway, and then got butthurt because it wasn’t good and Bill has personally offended you by his choice of acting roles?

Not going to happen. Especially because if you look at the reviews that are already out you’re in the minority. Either this is bait or you’re an idiot and it’s hilarious you wasted your money on a movie that you were obviously going to hate. Did you not watch the trailers or what?

[pyrogearheartsociety]

Rotating my blorbos in my head? Putting them in the brain microwave? No no I’m rotating you, hop on into the microwave you’re my blorbo now bestie

[grimsanctum]

Wow that’s so crazy and so real !!! * Nails a 12 gauge into your fucking trachea *

[tellme-o-muse]

Leave me alone, please, I’m tired

[hejdetermig]

there’s literally nothing worse than seeing people the same age or younger than you achieving the things you thought you’d only be able to achieve by like 30. also there’s nothing worse than being too scared to do what you want.

[muncedes]

I just wanted to let you know that I am your biggest fan ever and if I could I would reblog everything you post you are such a queen I can't lie

is this satire🧍🏼‍♀️

[itsnotillegalyet07]

Raph Page

Emo lookin ass-

ICP Be Upon Ye.

[themisadventuresofem]

How hurting? Gotta frame it?

Tape it up with some bandaids and lay it down to rest for a while.

[lazylittledragon]

please continue with dadstarion if you want to. we lov him

don’t worry i don’t need to be asked

[theoldkyokodied]

If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)

[ember-not-amber]

An account with nothing in their bio just followed me and her username is a first name followed by 2 random letters. Is it a porn bot or a real person?

[estrellami-1]

(Healing From the) Pain

Steve spent most of his life feeling pain. At this point, he characterizes his life by it.

The pain of a backhand, courtesy of his father, at six years old. His lip doesn’t split, but it’s a near thing.

The pain in his wrist when he falls wrong at nine years old. His parent won’t take him to the doctor initially, so he goes to school the next day. When the teacher notices, she sends him to the nurse, who calls his parents. They’re upset at him. He doesn’t know why, but he promises them it won’t happen again.

The pain all over at fourteen when he gets into wrestling. He’s good, manages to pin his opponent four times out of five.

The pain at sixteen, getting his face bashed in by Jonathan Byers. Then the demogorgon, and really, Steve is just a walking bruise at that point.

Then there’s the Russians. The less said about that, the better. The only silver lining is Robin.

Now he’s trailing behind Dustin, breaking into Reefer Rick’s boathouse, and Steve is sure this is going to end painfully.

He’s shoved against the wall, something sharp against his neck, and he thinks he was right as he groans.

The something sharp against his neck digs in as he looks Eddie Munson in the eye, and a few things happen simultaneously.

Eddie drops the shard of glass, steps back with a gasp, and brings his hand up to his own neck.

Steve blinks at him, thinks there’s no fuckin’ way, and stoops to scoop up the piece of glass and test it.

He presses the point into his left palm. Eddie reaches out to stop him, then flinches away.

“Well,” Steve says, because finding his soulmate in a boathouse was not on his Bingo card for this year, but here he is, with the burning brand of a soulmark on his neck to prove it.

Eddie skitters back, breathing growing heavy, looking around with wild eyes. He doesn’t seem to see Dustin, and something snaps in Steve’s chest.

He drops the glass and steps forward. “Dustin, out,” he says, and something in his voice must be different, because Dustin doesn’t hesitate before closing the door behind him. “Eddie,” Steve says softly. “You’re okay. It’s alright. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy.”

Eddie glances at Steve’s neck, then his hand, before looking away. Something else breaks open in Steve’s chest. “I’m not mad,” he admits quietly. “Eddie, please. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He steps forward again, hope unfurling in his chest when Eddie doesn’t move. He takes another cautious step, then another, until finally he’s in front of Eddie.

Still being cautious, he raises a hand, well within Eddie’s line of sight, and lets it rest gently on Eddie’s forearm.

Eddie flinches violently, but doesn’t move away. Steve takes it as permission and places his other hand on Eddie’s other forearm. He gently rubs them up Eddie’s arms until they’re resting on his shoulders. “You’re shaking,” he whispers, swiping a thumb up and down the side of Eddie’s neck. The something in his chest heals a little.

“Y-you’re-”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, still whispering. “I am.”

“How-”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t really care. I’m just- is it weird if I say I’m glad I found you?”

Eddie manages a hysterical bray of a laugh. “A girl died on my ceiling, man, this is not the weirdest part of my day.”

Steve nods. “Let’s go back to my place,” he suggests. “It’ll be a lot easier to hide there, no one will think to look for you, and we can explain everything.”

Eddie takes a breath. Another. Lets his fingers trail along Steve’s arm. Nods. “Okay,” he whispers.

“Okay,” Steve whispers back, smiling a little, and Eddie copies him. His chest heals a little bit more, and suddenly Steve knows everything’s going to work out just fine.

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[rendevok]

The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙

+bonus doodle:

…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️

(ID under cut!)

Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.

Page 2

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.

Page 3

On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.

The sun shines through the blinds of the window.

Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.

Page 4

Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Page 5

They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.

They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.

Page 6

Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.

Bonus image

A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.

End ID.]