#I’ve had this in my drafts for ages

[estrellami-1]

More Time (Please)

“Make him pay.”

Steve’s eyes widen in horror. “No,” he murmurs. “Please-”

He doesn’t know what he’s hoping for. That Eddie will say something else, maybe; that happens sometimes, right? People say things more than once. Surely this isn’t it, surely this isn’t the last time they’ll speak to each other—

Eddie’s eyes are widening, and Steve knows he feels the telltale burn of a soulmark, shearing the connection.

“Steve,” Robin calls, jogging back to tug on his arm. “We’ve gotta go, c’mon, it’s time.”

Numb, he lets himself be pulled away.

She glances at him, then back at Eddie a few times. “What was that about?”

He swallows the sob that wants to come out. “Our soulmarks.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, Steve,” she murmurs.

He glances down at it. Still red. He knows it’s probably going to be the bats. He wishes any number of things, but is reminded of the story his grandma used to tell him. “There’s nothing we can do to change it,” he whispers along with the voice in his head, the same cadence as his grandma.

“Maybe,” she tries. “Maybe- you could go back now, just… yell something at him?”

“Don’t you think the soulmark would know?” He asks sadly. “You can’t cheat the system, Robs, not with this. Those are the last words I’ll ever hear him say.”

“I can’t lose you, Steve,” she whispers, and suddenly his eyes are filled with tears, and he attacks her in a hug, pulling her in until she squeaks.

“I love you, Robin,” he whispers.

“I love you. So much.”

“So much,” he agrees.

Up ahead, Nancy’s waiting on them. “Guys,” she calls. “We have to go. I know you’re scared, I am too, but we don’t have long.”

Steve takes a deep breath. “You’re right,” he agrees, and marches on, holding Robin’s hand tightly in his.

Neither of them try to let go until they have to.

Steve gets slammed against the wall by some vines, and they wind around him until he feels like he understands what asthma feels like, and then beyond that, cracking his ribs and bruising his throat, more, more, more, until suddenly they stop, release him, and he falls onto the wooden floor, scraping his hands and knees and earning a couple of splinters.

He hacks out a cough, stumbles back onto his feet, and follows Nancy and Robin into the belly of the beast.

They find Vecna right where they think they will and attack, and Steve thinks he’s screaming but the rushing of blood in his ears is louder than anything else, and he can’t hear himself, can’t check if he is, just keeps going, does what he can to help weaken Vecna, to help destroy him.

It’s over suddenly, Vecna dead, body riddled with bullets, and Steve glances down at his soulmark, hoping against all hope that it’s still red.

His heart drops through the floor when he sees grey instead.

He tears out of the house, sprints the entire way back, yelling for Eddie, but when he gets there he sees he really is too late.

Dustin’s sitting by his side, bottom lip quivering, tears streaming down his face, and Steve collapses next to him, flutters his hands around Eddie.

Ignoring the blood and gore, he looks almost peaceful, and Steve suddenly knows this is how he would look fifty years from then, dying from old age instead, in a world where their soulmarks gave them more time.

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[victoryshowers]

janto posting

[tea-terrors]

Inspired by the last of us death animation where the bloated infected rips Joel’s head in half

Also how fake pep can easily become dangerous with their curiosity, lack of awareness on their own strength and the limits of others’ bodies.

[twelvemartha]

martha thinking that love is something that you have to earn. that with enough time, maybe she can be clever enough, useful enough, for the doctor to finally look at her and notice her. in the end she should’ve known better. after all, she’s been trying to prove her worth since she was a child.

[beccaiscold]

Not me just finding out that mattias samuelsson is a year older than me (23) and not a 35 year old vet with three kids and a wife. I’m literally losing my mind rn

[daydadahlias]

b&w shirtless fluffy-haired soft-chested guitar guys

[citree]

Happy birthday to the worst best guy ever ❤️🎉🥳

[alejandroseyepatch]

Regressor! Axel w/ Caregiver! Nichelle

Axel was fussy. Very, very fussy. She wouldn’t stop whining and crying, so Nichelle had put her in her playpen while she went to go fix a bottle.

All Nichelle could hear in the kitchen was Axel’s crying. Nichelle normally would’ve brought her with her and held her, but Axel didn’t seem like she wanted to be held. Every time Nichelle picked her up, she’d just start squirming around and pushing away.

Nichelle sighed softly, screwing the lid on the bottle as she walked back into the living. She saw Axel holding onto the bars of her playpen, all teary eyed as she just stared at her caregiver.

Axel’s cries got quieter as she put her arms up. She seemed like she was ready to be picked up now.

“Baby girl, you’re alright.” Nichelle spoke softly, gently taking Axel out of her playpen. Axel let out a pitiful cry while Nichelle sat down on the rocking chair and began to cradle her.

“Look what Mama has.” Nichelle showed Axel the bottle of milk, before guiding it into her mouth. Almost immediately, Axel settled down as she suckled on her bottle. Nichelle smiled.

“So that’s what the problem was, huh? Did you just want a bottle?” Axel only stared at Nichelle, grunting softly as her eyes began to close.

“My sweet little baby.” Nichelle whispered, giving Axel a little kiss on her forehead. Axel cooed quietly behind her bottle, snuggling closer to Nichelle.

Once Axel finished the bottle, Nichelle took it away from her, which of course caused her to begin fussing again. Though, that was quickly shut down when Nichelle slipped a pacifier into the regressed girl’s mouth.

“I think it might be time for a nap, sweetheart.” Nichelle said. Axel only made small, sleepy noises in response, so Nichelle stood up and carried her to the bedroom.

Nichelle attempted to lay Axel in bed, but the girl whined and gripped onto her shirt.

“How about Mama naps with you, hm? How does that sound?” Nichelle asked. She didn’t get a verbal answer, which she expected since Axel was super tiny, but she did get a happy sounding hum as a response.

Nichelle laid in bed with Axel laying on top of her. Axel had her arms wrapped around Nichelle, clinging to her as she slowly began to close her eyes.

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.”

[kentopedia]

since you all now know about my long history with supernatural, my favorite thing to imagine is 15 year old spn fan rylie meeting 15 year old emo kento it makes me giggle so hard

[xmcu-fietro]

Intro to My Blog

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Note: this is a new tag, so I’m still going back through older posts and tagging them properly.

adhd peter maximoff - because I firmly believe that boy is not neurotypical (and I’m definitely projecting my own ADHD onto him).

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[itspileofgoodthings]

I used to experience the practical realities of life as a blur and a whirlwind, especially new experiences, that would take me to the highest heights and lowest lows on a wild rollercoaster. And so I was often either crying or practically glowing with delight and wonder. That’s changed as I’ve gotten older and to be honest I’ve missed the highs many times. Like just. Is this the price I pay for being more of an adult and understanding how things work—that I don’t get to be lifted up anymore? And there is some truth to it. The heady rush doesn’t happen nearly as often. I am not swept away on the wings of emotion. But I don’t miss the lows. The meltdowns that would happen, the pain stacked on pain stacked on pain that was the result of me simply not knowing how things worked, doing things wrong (innocently), and getting snapped at. like it’s all just evening out.

[stab-the-koala]

Some similarities I’ve realized

[ramblinguitar]

Guess who found their old sketchbook? Top are John Singer Sargent studies. Bottom left is original. Bottom right is a Da Vinci study. Reblogs are ok/appreciated.

[sockdooe]

Ocean.

[the-trans-dragon]

Kinda a weirdly specific take, but I don’t know how anyone could reach the “all men are bad” conclusion unless they like. Never work retail.

Like, really? All men? I get a lot of annoying sexist remarks thrown at me all day (by men and women) but I also get treated with respect by men?

Sometimes a customer is a man who politely asks me where to find something and then thanks me and goes about his day?

Idk, I just can’t imagine living within society and never meeting a good man. Sometimes people are assholes. Sometimes they’re very gentle and understanding and want you to have a good day. Sometimes they’re men and sometimes they’re women.

Also every single person is going to have Morally Good and Morally Bad qualities according to an individuals specific, subjective definitions. The nicest man is going to have some bad qualities, but that doesn’t make him bad. A cruel woman is going to have some good qualities, but that doesn’t make her good.

What are they even judging people by? By actions? By intentions? By affect on the world? By how close the person is to 100% meeting all of their individual rules for Being Morally Good? How does someone work retail (and see every type of person there is) and decide that they’re an authority on if Every Man Ever is bad or not?

[arthur-r]

heads up it turns out a lot of the new jukebox the ghost is actually really great!!!! i was out here thinking their music had just gotten worse but it turns out just a couple songs happen to be terrible and the rest is good