#are we going to get feral Michael here?

[killerqueen-82]

What are we in for???

[lovecolibri]

All of us at season 4's kidnapping plot after Alex's season 2 double kidnapping ended SO deeply unsatisfactorily

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 7

part 1 | part 6 | chapter 1 on ao3

cw: panic attack, ptsd flashback to minor character death, graphic depictions of… food? lol

Dinner is exactly as chaotic as Steve expected it to be. He and Claudia take opposite end seats with a glass of red wine each, and the kids take the middle and start acting like a pack of caffeinated raccoons: talking over each other, scraping forks against plates, stretching their entire upper bodies across the table and dragging their sleeves through the side dishes instead of just asking someone to pass them the butter; Steve’s starting to wonder if any of these kids have ever eaten at a table before, or if they maybe just wandered in from the surrounding woods. Feral asses.

When they do start asking for things, he regrets wishing they would, because Lucas goes “Erica, can you pass me the salt?” and Erica sneers “I don’t know, can I?” and Mike jabs “Whatever; nobody says ‘may’ anymore, you dork” and Claudia gasps “Michael!” and it all escalates from there until Dustin tries to catapult lasagna off the end of his fork and hits Steve in the side of the head with a glob of warm cheese.

Silence falls around the room.

The cheese plops onto his plate.

“Sh-ii-it,” Dustin breathes, face stuck in wide-eyed shock.

Steve gives Claudia an imploring look.

“Why don’t we clear the table for dessert?”

The commotion starts up again in double time, everyone scrambling to clean up and clear the room before Steve starts bitching about them messing up his hair (and his plate, and his clothes, because the cheese splash sent a spray of little tomato sauce droplets splattering all over him, and isn’t that just perfect; he’s gonna have to hand-scrub the stain out of his khakis), so it’s just him and Dustin left when Dustin’s elbow catches and tips over his wine.

The liquid spills onto his plate: dark, and red, oozing into the uneaten scraps of sauce and cheese and pasta to form a viscous, fleshy sludge. Red like his dad’s office, like his father’s mangled thigh, and it’s just food it’s just food it’s not blood it’s not blood but he can’t fucking breathe, can’t hearing anything beyond the wet, gasping sounds his dad made the night he died, and then he realizes that he’s making them, mouth moving fruitlessly around air that won’t pass, trapped in the bottleneck of his choked-off windpipe.

“Steve?” Dustin asks, and his voice sounds far away. “Shit, shit, Steve! Can you hear me? Are you choking? I know the Heimlich, just- just hold on!”

He snaps out of it when Dustin pulls him halfway from his chair, gets his fists under his ribs and all but punches the air from his lungs. It sets off a nasty coughing fit that leaves Steve snotty and ready to hurl, and he braces himself with his forearms on his knees and stares hard at the ground until the hacking finally stops.

There’s a scuff on his sneakers.

He can’t replace them any time soon.

A moment to catch his breath, and Dustin’s shaking him by the shoulders. “Are you okay??”

Steve keeps his head bowed. “Yeah.” He needs to get the fuck out of here. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He rises from his chair, grateful that everyone else already cleared out before they could witness his little moment, that the blare of the TV from the family room covered the sound of his retching coughs; more grateful still that they won’t notice him now, scampering out of here with his tail between his legs. “Hey listen, man, I’m not feeling so well,” he says absently, fishing his keys from the pocket of his jeans. “Can you get your mom to drive everyone home?”

“Shouldn’t you stay?” Dustin frowns in concern. “If you’re sick? You can go lie down in my room or something, it’s—”

“—Nah, man; I mean, thanks, but…” His hand trembles around his keys, the muscles in his calves screaming bolt, bolt, bolt. “I just- I gotta go.”

He makes a break for it, rushing out the side door so no one else will see him leave (and he knows it’s fucking rude to head out without saying goodbye, but he’s also pretty convinced he’s going to combust if he doesn’t go right now.) “Tell your mom I said thanks, okay?”

“Tell her yourself!” Dustin chases after him, clumsy and slow across the darkened yard. “Dude, will you slow down? Talk to me!”

Steve throws himself into his car like there’s a demodog on his heels. “I’ll call you!”

“What the fuck!” Dustin shouts, but Steve’s already gone.

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part 8

tagging a few people i know have been following along 🩷 @slowandsteddie @paintsplatteredandimperfect @stevesbipanic @pennyplainknits @ledleaf @hellion-child @formosusiniquis @missjashin @runninriot @xpaperheartso @steddieas-shegoes

[spidergutz-writes]

ANOTHER REQUEST..

Hc’s about jealous Michael? Preferably Peepaw but you can write for Og if you want. Im a whore for his jealousy.

frfr giggling and twirling my hair rn, your speaking directly to my brain bestie 😩🤌

I’m doing this one first cause it’s gonna be just a tad quicker for me to do ;w;

WARNINGS: THERE IS A BRIEF MENTION OF NSFW STUFF SO IM SORRY (I’m too much of a slut for that fictional man istg) not proofread, we die like real men here. Michael being hot asf.

HC’S of jealous peepaw Michael Myers!

Firstly, peepaw micheal doesn’t get overly jealous too quickly, but if a cashier does get a little too friendly, or some random person looks at you with anything other than casual respect? You might have to keep an eye on the news for missing people. 👀

*insert intense glaring and heavy breathing here*

definitely glares at whoever’s being too friendly with you. Depending on if y’all are in a crowded area, he might peak out to give the person a hello. With his knife. Preferably in their chest

if he can get the chance to properly go outside with you without the fear of revealing who he is, he is ALWAYS keeping a hand on you in one way or another. Like, his hand on the back of your neck, shoulder, bicep, and even your waist sometimes. He’s not the biggest fan of PDA but he won’t hesitate to let others know what’s his.

when y’all get to the safety of your home, he’s a lot more touchy than usual. Resting his forehead on the crown of your head, wrapping his arms around you and huffing.

once you get past his initial violent stage of his jealousy he really does get needy for your attention. I mean, you basically deprived him earlier, how can he possibly live if you won’t sit on his lap and let him hug you for the next hour??? How cruel 😤

HES fr such a drama queen though 🙄🤚🤚🤚

will NEVER verbally express his jealousy, for one, he just does speak that much all together, and two. He’s. He’s kinda petty ngl.

like fr. He’s just gonna be like 🧍‍♂️while your just like “Michael?? Are you mad at me???” and he’s sTILL JUST STANDING THERE. expects you to know EXACTLY why he’s jealous.

oh wow, all this nice and sfw stuff about how jealous he gets WELL LETS NOT FORGET THAT MAN WOULD POUND YOU INTO OBLIVION

you thought I wouldn’t make an excuse to talk about fucking Michael Myers? Well you’re wrong. Because we all know when that man gets jealous, he gets possessive . And what better way to show everyone your his?? none other than leaving so many marks on you someone would think you were attacked by a swarm of raccoons.

if you’d let him, he would 10000000% lightly (I cannot stress how lightly he would do this) carve his name in either your arm, or chest.

hickeys? Yes. Bite marks? You fucking bet. Bruises from his hard ass grip? Obviously!!!!!

ehem. Uhm. Now that I’m no longer feral, he would definitely need some small form of reassurance. Cuddling, hand holding, just general quality time together will work. HUFUFUUFUFUFUFU I NEED TO BE CONTAINED I WANTED TO MAKE THIS ALL SMUT BUT I MUST REFRAIN!!!! MY BRAIN IS ROTTEN! 😭😭😭 As always, please, please, PLEAAASSEE give me constructive criticism! I can’t grow as a writer to suit others (and my own) needs if I can’t write up to standards. my requests are open, as well as my asks, so feel free to drop by!!! [pls omfg send my more requests I’ll literally kiss you istg]

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 26

26. Tentacles, Demons/Angels, Crying

You love it when they get their wings out.

It’s such a quiet affectionate thing, a little secret only the three of you share. Especially because both of them go absolutely feral when you dig your hands in their feathers. It’s so delicious to know what drives them wild, and be allowed to touch them so intimately.

At the moment you’re between them on the bed. You’re kneeling, cushioned by the soft duvet, and they’ve enclosed around either side of you. Their wings are out in a deferential and protective cocoon. Here, trapped between their gorgeous bodies, it feels like you’re the only three people in the world.

You kiss Aziraphale as Crowley lines up and presses inside of you. You hum against your angel’s lips as your demon begins to thrust, the head of his cock grazing over and over against that sweet spot delicious nestled in your velvety walls. He drops his lips to your shoulder; you can feel him mouthing ‘fuck’ and ‘i love you’ without him even having to raise his voice.

You reach out and caress one of his primaries. You feel his breath hitch, his Adam's apple bob against your skin. The feather is silky against your fingertips. You skim up and down it and watch the way his wings bristle in anticipation as you get a little higher with each stroke. Finally you touch his alula, and his knees threaten to give out.

“Oh, fuck me, nightingale–”

It seems like a funny pet name to have at this precise moment, but you’ve come to love it all the same. Aziraphale smiles adoringly at the two of you, as you slowly creep Crowley towards the edge. He cups your face in one of his hands, uses his other to guide the blunt head of his cock towards your hole too. It takes a bit of shifting and a delicious stretch to fit both of them inside but god is it worth it.

“There we are, darling,” he mutters, voice thick with lust as he starts to give gentle thrusts inside you. His cock nudges Crowley’s and, between your fingers in his wing and the feeling of his lovers against and around him, you feel your demon release in hot spurts inside you. You feel it dripping out of you, sinfully, onto the bedsheets.

Aziraphale keeps fucking you from where he has you held as Crowley collapses against your back, boneless and spent - you move your caressing touch to the angel’s wings now. He gasps and groans as you walk them across his shoulder blade and along to his scapula.

“There we go,” you chuckle, gently scratching the little downy feathers there. They’re so fluffy and sweet - a stark contrast to the rest of his wing which is solidly built and powerful. You scratch affectionately until you feel the soft skin beneath. 

“Oh gosh, oh…” he moans, fucking up inside you in time with your strokes. His wings begin to shudder involuntarily as you massage them and then, suddenly, flip out to their full length as he comes. He knocks a couple of lamps off their shelves but, honestly, you can fix those later. The feeling of their combined orgasms is enough to beckon your own and the three of you collapse into the bed, sated, interlocked, and loving.

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[ineffabildaddy]

Hi sam! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! your fics and your posts delight me) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘

hi!!! thank you so so much for this, a few months ago i couldn't even imagine being so active in the tumblr community again, let alone anyone's favourite anything!!!!

i've been very fortunate to receive the warmest of welcomes back to tumblr after a 7-year absence, and i've received so much support for my writing (and my shitposts lol) that this whole experience of finally joining the good omens fandom has genuinely given me a newfound confidence in my creative self, and in myself as a whole💙

in terms of the blogs that make me happy to be here... they are many!!! i shall put the rest of this post under the cut

@raining-stars-somewhere-else thank you for being my first go friend and now one of my closest buddies!!! i can't wait for us to finally write that fic together (lol) and for us to get up to some irl london shenanigans at some point✨ ur hilarious and kind and so correct about literally everything and i love u. literally everyone needs to read ur posts bc they're so well-thought out and unique. also your fics are really moving and human (even though they're about crowley and aziraphalekldfjgjl) and i adore them

@sad-chaos-goblin we literally just Get Each Other, same brain and all, and i absolutely love it!!! i couldn't ask for a better horny consultant bc after all it is Our Pornography™. you're also just an extremely understanding, open and lovely person, not to mention very fun and exciting to be friends with hehe. ur headcanons are so fucking interesting (and sometimes sad, how dare u do this to me) and i'm looking forward to hearing more when u eventually get round to writing all those fics you've got ideas for<3

@foolishlovers i'm really really happy we've got to know each other better over the past couple weeks!!!!! your xmas fic is one of my absolute favourite fics ever and i'm in awe with your skill and craft, i hope to write something as well-rounded and enjoyable as that someday<3 also you're one of my favourite posters, so fucking funny and u just make points left right and centre. i hope we can share our writing and our thoughts about life in general more in 2024!!!

@crowleyslvt i'm very happy i barged my way into your dms to be horny on main bc i definitely wouldn't've explored half the things i've explored in my writing if not for our discussions and your encouragement!!! i absolutely love talking writing and sexy headcanons with you, but above that i love that i'm now mates with such a talented, considerate, hilarious kiwi lad. i am honoured to be one of the little guys in ur phone who gets to hype up u as an exceedingly great porn writer but also as a legend in general

@voluptatiscausa no one understands my feralness for michael sheen like you do. i can go batshit insane in the dms over ms and dt with u and that space is important to me dlgkljdgldfjgl. i'm really glad i started reading ur writing this year bc it's very enjoyable, but it's also healing for me as a person who's [whispers] a traumatised and cripplingly shy person in terms of sex lmao. thank you for bestowing it upon ao3, and by extension, upon me!!!! also tho, you're a really nurturing and interesting friend to have, not to mention a Very Cool one so continue to be that pls and thanks

@bowtiepastabitch i've felt very honoured to hear about parts of your life as you share them with me - Knowing The Lore is so important to me and i'm humbled that you've trusted me with some of the stuff that's been happening in your world<3 on another note, your fanart may be quick but it's never shitty, it's always so expressive and fun and gets my brain Thinking Thoughts. i can't express how wonderful it was when you made a wee bit of fanart for one of my fics, and i hope i continue to see ur creativity shine✨

thank you to my favourite blogs for Existing Throughout 2023 (some of whom i know i can call friends, and the rest of whom i'd like to call friends in the future!!!) @sabotage-on-mercury @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @ineffableigh @celestialcrowley @queer-reader-07 @crowleyraejepsens @teddybearbutchh @crowleyholmes @ineffable-rohese @createserenity @quoththemaiden @procrastiel @sentientsky @genderqueer-hippie @beelzzzebub @lineffability @fellshish @greenthena @brainwormcity @opscuritas @tangerine-ginger @iammyownproblematicfave @crikey01 @crawley-fell @vroomvroomwee @bildads-shoes @shoemakerobstetrician @romansmartini @wraithee

i know i'll have forgotten people so i'll add em as i remember em hehehehe

[birdlungg]

May I make a request for the slashers?

for There s/o (Of course this can be gender-neutral!) looks very sweet looking and very soft-spoken, but one day their victim decides to charge at the S/o but the sweet looking S/o basically body slams their victim to the ground, what would be the reaction of the slashers?

if you don't like this or you're not up to it please ignore it :)

OOOOOOOH I LOVE THIS ONE

I'm sorry this took so long it's been sitting in my drafts and I didn’t realize it was there :/// 

This is such a good idea,,, character that goes feral when threatened

you love to see it.

Doing the three i consider the Holy Trinity - Michael, Thomas and Jason

Let me know what you think! headcanons and blurbs again 

allusions to smut

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Michael:

- tried hard to think of a situation that would put the s/o in harm's way of a victim

- I'm thinking maybe they get chased by Michael into the old Myers house?

- Michael would be shook but you wouldn't be able to tell

- maybe angry as well? like hey that was my job!

You heard the girl before you saw her. She was screaming through the house as Michael followed behind her menacingly. You didn't think she would be stupid enough to go upstairs while a murderer is chasing her, but here we are. 

You're sitting calmly in your and Michael's room when she sprints up the last few stairs and stands there dumbly at the end of the hallway. She turns your way and you come at her, shoving her with enough force that she flies back several feet and hits the wall, just barely missing Michael as he comes up the steps. The girl is knocked silly, and sits there gasping while Michael looks between you both. He tilts his head as if thinking,  then grabs her by the hair and drags her down the stairs. 

You're probably gonna get it later. 

Thomas

- he would be worried and turned on at the same time

- like don't pout yourself in danger but uh?? 

- phew that was hot

You're heading up the porch after helping Luda Mae at the station when a victim that got loose tears out of the house. He tosses you out of the way as he comes through the door, and limps as fast as he can into the field. You can hear Tommy roar from his basement, and don't think as you give chase, picking yourself up and sprint after him. 

He tries to go even faster when he hears you behind him, but his mangles leg gives him no help. Thomas exits the house just in time to see you jump onto the man, tackling him hard to the ground. You crouch over him with a knee on his back as you turn to tell at Tommy.

“Tommy! I got 'im, he's over here!"

Tommy moves faster than you think you've ever seen him move, sprinting over to you in a panic. He lifts you off of the groaning man and checks for injuries. When he See's that you're ok, he looks at you long and hard for a moment before grabbing the man like he weighs nothing and tossing him over a shoulder. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd almost swear he just got hard. 

Jason

- much like Tommy, I think he'd find it hot to see you take care of the problem

- would he want you in harm's way again? probably not BUT may be persuaded to let you help him

It’s pouring rain at the camp right now and every step you take gets soggier and soggier. You grumble to yourself angrily at having to hunt down this survivor in the torrential rain. It needed to be done, but still, couldn’t this chick wait until the rain stopped?

You had see Jason struggling to reach her with both the weather and his large frame holding him back, so you had decided to lend your services in the hopes that it would bring your man back to you sooner. 

A flash of lightning illuminates the woman’s figure hunched behind a tree and you don’t think before striking. You don’t give her any chance to fight back as you charge her. She falls over quickly with a scream, knocking her head hard on the wet ground with a THUNK. She’s dazed enough that she doesn’t fight when you move to put her in a choke hold when Jason’s figure standing just feet away catches your eye. 

You freeze awkwardly as he approaches, standing once he’s leans over the barely conscious woman. He stomps on her head hard enough for it to crack open on the wet ground, and you have to look away despite yourself and make eye contact with Jason just in time to see him give you elevator eyes. ‘

The thought barely crosses your mind that he can see everything under your wet clothes when he reaches over and grabs you onto his shoulder. You gasp and hold yourself up (lest your nose fill with water) as he calmly walks away from the body. You glance over at the soggy corpse as you get further and further away.

That’s one way to deal with the problem. 

[pagodazz]

Ethan you should do Patrick anderson headcanons

THANK YOU MOON I LOVE YOU.

Here we go.

PATRICK ANDERSEN HCS.

he's sososososo special to me and he's so . real and relatable I love him.

DIVERSITY WIN!!! the entity connected to your brother is GAY!!!

Just had to get that one out of the way, and now I can continue.

To me Patrick is someone who is so so UNBELIEVABLY convinced he's a being made for only hate and evil, when in reality he's capable of something more.

I find him to be one of the most interesting slenderverse characters, I mean, he genuinely goes from being feral to remembering every life he's lived and he's just so defeated. he's so alone. He's not human but he's not an absolute monster y'know? and I think being so attached to Michael definitely taught him love.

Patrick is a being full of so much sorrow, he keeps a smile on his face while he knows he'll never get that happy ending he dreams of.

He's SO human for something that is NOT human at all. and HABIT was right for saying that.

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THIS MAN HAS DISCO FEVER. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

he THRIVED in the 70s, that's when he was his best. And I firmly believe that's when he realized that humanity could actually be worth something.

Patrick is FULL of funk. I don't know if that makes any sense to anyone, but it does to me. He's genuinely the type of guy to have a victim tied up and he's just dancing to disco music right in front them with the weapon of his choosing and they have no choice but to sit and watch this wannabe theater kid go crazy.

He's so obnoxious but I think it's absolutely amazing. I bet he absolutely KILLED IT in the clubs back in the day.

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Despite popular belief, Patrick genuinely loves Shaun. Shaun is Patricks everything next to Michael. I think that if he wasn't so afraid of rushing Shaun's death, they would've been alot closer.

They're not siblings in every iteration, but I like to think most of the time they are. I like to think that there was a time that Patrick got to actually love Shaun, but he realized that no matter what he does, he's just going to lose them anyways, so what even is the point?

Although, I genuinely don't think he expected HABIT to cut Shaun up, that REALLY fucking killed Patrick.

Vinnie and HABIT really fucked with the timeline and i mean, that's what Patrick wanted. That's WHY he warned Vinnie back in the 80s.

So I think he blames himself entirely for the loss of both stormy and Shaun. And I mean he's not exactly wrong which is the worst part for him. it quite literally is his fault this keeps happening.

Hes a sick selfish parasite who does nothing but spread diseases to those he cares about.

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Patrick can play many instruments I know that for sure, and I think he can sing.

He's always had just the heart of a performer in him. Like if he had his choice, or his freedom, he would take the first opportunity to climb onto a stage and show off his talents as if to say; "LOOK AT ME!!! IM WORTH SOMETHING!! I HAVE SOMETHING TO GIVE!!"

Because I think no matter what Patrick is always going to remain hungry for attention, and to be loved by many. He wants his chance in the spotlight, he wants his time to shine, and he's gonna do anything he can to get that moment. he KNOWS there's no escaping and no stopping what goes on, but he might as well make himself WORTH something.

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I believe that Patrick has known a previous iteration of the emh guys, (this IS canon, but I think they were friends, and VERY close) But I think that Patrick and Vinnie were the closest.

there's just something about the way he talks to Vinnie in the Princeton tapes, it's as if he's known him his whole life. like he knows exactly what makes Vinnie tick and how he acts and how he'd answer him.

And sure you could say that it was the collective giving that kind of information out, but I would have to DISAGREE!!!!!!!!

Patrick feels solidarity with Vinnies situation and I really like the way they contrast each other.

Vinnie is just a guy who's more like a monster and Patrick is a monster who is more like a guy.

I like them. alot.

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I HAVE SO MANY MORE SO PLEASE DONT BE AFRAID TO ASK ME FOR HCS. I LOVE GETTING THEM AND ANSWERING THEM

[f1-disaster-bi]

i'll always be there for you. don't you ever doubt that.'' w dando 🫶🏽

Hmm, going to bring back my omega/omega au because I miss it

"He's only pretending to love you because he's stuck with your mating mark on his skin. You fucked up his life, Daniel, and now you're going to fuck up your kid"

It had been two weeks since the confrontation with Michael, and his words were still ringing in Daniel's ears. His disgust lingered, festering in side Daniel despite the reassurances he got from friends and family about the situation.

Lando had almost broken his hand that day.

His sweet little omega had attacked an alpha. He had come home to Daniel cowering under the alpha's anger. He heard the horrible shit and threats Michael was making about taking him to court if the baby turned out to be his, and how Lando should be mated to someone like Michael and not Daniel.

Lando hadn't hesitated.

He had let out a sound that was near animalistic and caught them both by surprise. The moment Michael had looked in Lando’s direction, Lando had been there. Daniel had frozen in awe and horror at the sight of Lando punching Michael to defend him. He'd watched Michael to try escape Lando, but the younger man didn't stop until he had thrown Michael out of their apartment. His fist bloody and bruising but there was only concern for Daniel in his eyes when he had turned ro him.

Daniel still couldn't believe that Lando would do that for him. That he had gone feral to protect Daniel and the life that was growing inside him.

Yet despite that, Daniel still felt at a loss.

He had lost his best friend in a way he had never expected, and part of him couldn't help but feel that Lando might leave too. That Lando would wake up one morning, look at the baby bump and at Daniel and decide that this wasn't what he wanted anymore.

Lando was still young. He was still killing it on track and he wasn't everything that Daniel had never been. He couldn't blame the way alphas and betas looked at Lando because he was amazing, and beautiful and everything Daniel could ever want in his partner.

Deep down he knew that Lando wasn't going to do that, but right now as he sat awake rubbing a hand over where his little one had started to kick him in the spleen, the fear gripped him.

Or at least it did until Lando rolled over and purred as he rubbed his cheek against Daniel’s belly to scent mark the bump.

"Oh!", Lando gasped sleepily, laughing when he felt a little kick under his cheek, "Someone is happy today. Hello baby, are you going to settle so your daddy and I can sleep?"

Daniel purred softly as he felt tears well in his eyes as he dragged his fingers through Lando’s curls as their little one gave another few kicks.

"I know, we can't wait to meet you too. Your daddy and I are waiting for you, you have to grow a little stronger first before you can meet us, little one", Lando laughed, eyes half closed as he smiled before he looked up at Daniel, "But don't you worry. When you get here, we'll be right here. Your Daddy and I will always be there for you"

And Daniel knew he wasn't just talking to their pup, but him too, especially as he said his last words that had Daniel purring loudly and Lando leaning up to kiss him softly.

"Don't ever doubt it. We love you so much already, little one"

[woundlingus]

Gabriel moments that make me ragingly feral (2)

We get like the tiniest little hit of vulnerability from Gabriel after he’s just been done sitting in the car being yelled at by Dean about family and duty and love, and sure he’s Dean Winchester but you know Gabriel looks at them and sees his brothers, so you could imagine it a little more like Michael snapping at Gabriel that he’s hiding instead of fighting for the family and the people he loves.

Lucifer is coming, he is going to kill everyone you care about whether it’s now or if Gabriel chooses to sack up and do something about it.

There’s something special to me about the relationship between Dean and Gabriel because he addresses the elephant in the room almost immediately. They’re the same, in a great many ways, and that does give Dean the edge to play the moral superiority card here because at this point Dean isn’t talking out of his ass at Gabriel about “doing the right thing” he instead meets him where he is. Family. Your family is inside that building, and they’re going to die.

It is scary, and we’re left on a very despondent scene of Gabriel sitting alone in silence. I’d argue it’s a top contender for saddest Gabriel scenes ever, beat out only by him crying when Lucifer stabs him- but that’s a disgenuine scene in hindsight whereas this scene in the car is all genuine where for the first time we actually get to see Gabriel without an audience. Dean turns his back to leave, and Gabriel reaches out for him. Too coward to say anything the moment passes and he’s forced to sit in silence without the mask on and confront what’s actually happening for the first time.

Maybe he really can’t save Michael and Lucifer. But he can save “Michael” and “Lucifer” (and I don’t mean Sam 👀). He’s not as helpless as he’s let himself believe, actually, he can do a lot just not the one thing he wants most so he previously decided he won’t do anything at all then. Here, he’s forced to confront that, and change something even if it’s profoundly terrifying because of what Gabriel does stand for is love to the detriment of his character then he can also decide to make a change for the exact same motives.

But for a moment, he’s not Loki he’s Gabriel, and the man in front of him flickers between being some asshole mortal and the holy visage of his brother, and he doesn’t want him to go.

Surprise, it’s also (3)

Why am I doing two in one? Well they’re part of the same episode and I think it’s a fun little draw together of the two scenes! Because we’ve already had “Michael” turning up for Gabriel in the car scene with Dean where he’s chided and given a more tough love approach to the situation at hand, and here we have Kali just before that scene with Dean.

To refresh your memory, here in this scene Kali is telling Gabriel that if anyone gets the end the world it’s her personally. Now I don’t know enough about her religion to get into that, but I am going to play into the narrative within Supernatural and it’s Kind Of Problematic but because that’s what the show does, I’m gonna point it out. The show centers around Christianity, obviously. Who else is a world ender? Lucifer.

We have Gabriel and “Lucifer” here. Sweet love, there’s an almost childlike way Gabriel has handled the situation with Kali where he loves her and he believes that she loves him and that’s enough to make a difference here and she won’t hurt him because in a simple world it would! Except she’s not that kind of person, and neither is Lucifer, but Gabriel still doesn’t get that- or doesn’t want to believe in it. Gabriel’s being sweetened, doted on with affection that’s rather patronising. He’s being talked down to here, and he still watches her adoringly. In the end, he’s stabbed with every intention of delivering a killing blow, love is not a factor in this equation because Gabriel is not on Kali’s side.

Gabriel is not on Lucifer’s side, and he can believe in loving his brothers all he likes and in the end it isn’t going to save him. Lucifer is going to strike him with every intention of killing him dead.

Uncoincidentally, Gabriel wriggles his way out of both situations in exactly the same manner. So when RSJ talks about that phone call immediately post hammer of the gods to tell him he’s not dead, this was it! He’s already shown us how he’s going to do it!

Conclusion?

Though I’m not implying any of this on a shipping level, personally for me it’s too shallow of an interpretation to take on such a complex and deep rooted issue on loss, grief and abandonment, you can have fun with this in whatever ways you see fit if you wanna give that guy psychosexual intimacy issues. I personally see it more as Gabriel being unable to grieve, I would argue he’s not even consciously aware of the choices he’s making here because that guy really wants to believe he hates his brothers. But it’s that bitter hatred that keeps him from seeing the truth of his reality, and it keeps him from grieving, keeps him chasing that same dynamic and playing it again the exact same way subconsciously to cling to the deep loss he’s suffered and refuses to acknowledge- to the extent of erasing his own entire selfhood in the hopes of erasing his family along with him. It’s that same naïveté from my last post that’s got him playing out ANOTHER scenario over and over again hoping that if he does just love enough maybe it’ll be different. It’s not. It never will be. He can’t face that.

I don’t think it’s an accident that the people Gabriel draws in the most in his personal life are reflections of the family he misses deeply, and Sam is not a true reflection of Lucifer in any sort of capacity outside of birthright so I simply don’t factor him in here. A guy can claim he’s a runaway and wants nothing to do with his scumbag older brothers, but from where I sit it looks like he misses them an awful lot more than he’d be willing to admit to himself. Here is also where I conclude any Michael=Dean parallels in regards to Gabriel because I don’t think late seasons Dean when we see him again with Gabriel is even remotely the same man and his quest with Gabriel is solely of a selfish nature, there’s nothing Michael or brotherly about him to draw on in those conversations whereas everything Dean says to Gabriel, however cruel, do reflect the larger plot and Gabriel’s internal struggles and ultimate helps him define and better himself under that guidance. But it was cute while it lasted <3

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October is almost here!! Any idea what the mercs would dress up as to celebrate halloween?

Love your writing :D

TF2 Mercs Halloween Costumes!

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I'm gonna cry I love Halloween and I'm also really glad you like my writing 😭

Mutual appreciation comment: Thank you for such a fun request and thank you for being a mutual, ily 💖

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I tried super hard to come up with originals ones and not like opt out into easy costumes, I sorted through many a costumes and my god some were so bad.

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Demo dresses up as the Grim Reaper and doesn't hold back on making his costume as scary as he can. Like this man is going to make at least one kid piss themselves. His costume gives people (Scout) Nightmares. It's even scarier/funnier when he gets drunk and starts stumbling around and groaning, looks like he's about to actually harvest someone's soul. The other mercs end up having to carry him home, and apologizing to multiple angry parents, Demo is only allowed to wear less scary costumes or at least not get wasted while wearing a scary one.

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Engie and Pyro have to go together, I'd be so wrong not to put them down as having a duos costume. Kronk and Yzma, please it's such a funny concept to have Engie as an evil (semi) mastermind and Pyro as a well meaning but slightly dumb sidekick. I just love this idea so much. Their so silly going trick or treating together, people are a little freaked out by them but it's all in good fun I'm sure. If anyone dares say anything about them being "to old." there will be hell to pay from Engie.

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Heavy is Michaels Myers, I just think this fits so well? Like? I don't know how to elaborate on this one other than the fact that he'd play the part so well. Also, if we're talking about the fear factor like we did with Demo, and costume this man wears is terrifying everyone, it just so happens that dressing up as Michael Myers yielded the most terrifying reaction. Made kids cry, felt bad about it, probably went back to the base after that happened, or just took off the mask. Gets made fun of for this for at least a month afterwards.

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I have rewrote this for Medic at least six times now. I want this man to dress up as a nurse so bad it's not even funny. I'm going feral over here guys, I'm using all my restraint to not go into graphic detail about Medic being a nurse for Halloween. But for this prompt I will attempt to be a normal and sane human being, and go with an almost cliché, I think he'd be a plague doctor for Halloween. He loves his job, what can I say, of course it'd transition over to his Halloween costume. I think he'd also just like the look of it, and it doesn't help that this man is a history nerd who was obsessed with the plague. Dresses up Archimedes as a tiny plague doctor so he can take him with, introduces Archimedes as his assistant. Also manages to get the bird head tilt thing on point and pull that move every so often to freak people out.

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Scout is going as Beetlejuice. I think he'd be able to act as gross and silly as Beetlejuice. ALSO kind of obscure but not really, in an episode of The Amazing World of Gumball, Gumball dresses up as Beetlejuice while scamming the entire city of candy and I honestly saw that and though, oh yeah scout would do that. Like my man manages to get as much candy as he possibly can, he is ruthless. Accidently uses semipermanent hair dye instead of the washout stuff and has green hair for about six months after Halloween.

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Sniper was planning to just go as he was, Scout begs him to dress up, it being traditional and all. Decides he's pretty much dressing like a cowboy at all times anyway, so why now just roll with it? Manages to beat the system with this one, and bearly puts on anything new for his costume. Makes a lasso buys a sheriff star and some boots and deems his outfit complete. Scout is mildly disappointed but still happy he could at least convince him to dress up.

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Is it to much if I say Spy would be a princess for Halloween? Is it too much if I say a specific Disney princess? I mean it's not my fault that Cinderella is so iconic, and that Spy would slay so hard in that dress, like come on, I can't stop putting him in dresses now. If that's not what people wanted they wouldn't have made the art of Spy in a dress. And you know this man has the glass heels, takes dressing up very seriously. Maybe even makes a couple of stuffed mice to keep on his dress to make it look more accurate to the movie, who knows.

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I think it would be so funny if Soldier dressed up like a revolutionary soldier, but I won't go for something so easy, I refuse. I'll say he'd dress up as a werewolf, but with a twist, he's a were-raccoon! He'd make the costume himself and be so proud. Shows it to his raccoon pals (I don't know if this was someone's headcanon or actual canon but either way, I agree he has pet raccoons), and they cheer.

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Sorry it's not super long! I don't know why my headcanons have gotten less detailed, maybe the brain rot is that severe, but I still loved doing this one. and I'm glad I could at least get this one done!

I promise one of these days I'll get back into being able to do longer posts!

Love you guys 💖

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Feral Instincts Ch.17

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1422

Warnings: mentions of injury and abuse, brief mentions of blood

Stephanie was very still as Walter wrapped her wrists, the other wolf letting her know that silver wounds meant that they had to heal naturally and she would be scarred. Her flesh looked like it had been melted away, but it wasn’t bleeding, the wounds cauterized, edges charred.

“How’d you know something was wrong?” She asked.

“Mike.” Sy said from the doorway. “He called, panickin’, sayin’ somethin’ was wrong, somethin’ was wrong, he needed to speak to you. We told him you weren’t here, and he said we had to find you and we had to find you yesterday. We went out, Geralt tracked your scent, but when he picked up Lewis’ too, is when we knew shit wasn’t right, and that we needed to find you.”

“I need to call him, let him know I’m okay.” She said but stopped with a low sound of pain as she tried to get up from her seat on the toilet lid, sitting back down on it.

“What you need is rest.” Walter said, “Sy can call Mike, let him know you’re alright and safe.”

“He’s going to want to hear my voice.” Geralt came into view and they stared at each other for a moment before he gave a small shake of his head.

“Lost him at an access road. Must have had a car waiting.” He said and Sy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How’s your face?”

“Sy?” Stephanie asked and he turned his head slightly, letting her see the gash across his cheek, his beard trimmed away from it so it was easier to tend to.

“Caught me with a silver blade, but it ain’t as bad as it looks. I’ll have one helluva scar, but the beard will hide it.” He said.

“Geralt.” She said and he looked at her. “Come here.” Walter moved away and they moved around each other, Geralt kneeling in front of her.

“Stephanie, I…” She pulled him into her arms, wrapping them around his shoulders. “I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I love you.”

“I know.” She said, pressing her forehead against his with her eyes closed. “I love you too. I love…all of you, so much. Sy, and Mike, and Walter, and August, and you, Geralt. My heart is so full with all of you. Full to bursting. But Jordan always told me he loved me and then he would hurt me, kept saying that he was hurting me because he loved me. I just…” His arms tightened around her, burying his face in her neck. "I'm tired, I hurt, and I just want to sleep." He stood, adjusting his hold so he could hook his arms under her knees, carrying her out of the bathroom. She felt Sy's and Walter's gentle touches as they went past, August stopping them in the hall only so he could press his lips to her forehead before Geralt carried her to his room, laying her down gently onto his bed and climbing on behind her, holding her in his arms.

"Yeah, Mikey, she's right here." Sy said, coming into the room, his phone to his ear and she held her hand out for it.

"Hey." She said, pinning the phone between her ear and the pillow.

"Sweetcheeks!" He exclaimed, "Are you alright? Tell me you're alright!"

"Better now, Mike." She said and heard him give a heavy sigh. "Thank you."

"For what?" He asked.

"If you hadn't listened to your gut and called Sy, I…I probably wouldn't be here right now. You saved me, Michael." She said, "Just as much as the others did."

"Steph, I…"

"I love you, my wonderful Beta."

"I love you too, my beautiful Alpha." He said and tears stung at her eyes even as her lips pulled into a smile.

"I need to get some rest now. I'll call you later."

"Sleep well." They said their goodbyes, Sy taking the phone from her, but leaning over her to brush the tears from her cheeks, bending to press a gentle kiss to her lips before leaving the bedroom. Geralt tucked himself into the back of her neck, his arm tightening around her waist and she closed her eyes, exhaustion finally pulling her under.

Her sleep was, thankfully, dreamless and she didn’t know how long she was under before she woke up again, but the sun was shining brightly through the cracks of Geralt’s blackout curtains. There was a heavy sigh behind her and she turned over carefully, her muscles still screaming at her. A wide smile pulled slowly at her lips as she came face to fur with Geralt’s massive white wolf. He was still asleep and must have shifted sometimes during the night, which was just a testament to how dead to the world she had been if that didn’t wake her.

Throwing her arm over him, she buried her face in his ruff and breathed in deep, the sensation of fur sliding over her mind making her close her eyes as her own wolf pushed to the surface but stayed just below. Muted barks made his lips puff out and she fought to not laugh, knowing it would wake him up. She knew that it was Geralt, knew that his wolf was a deadly apex predator that could bring down a moose with minimal effort, but gosh, he sure was adorable.

Giant wolf capable of killing a man.

But also puppy.

There was the sound of nails on the wood floor and she peeked over her shoulder, looking into Sy’s glacial blue eyes. Twisting a little, she ran her hand over his head and one ear, keeping clear of the cut on his cheek as she could still smell blood. He huffed, moving his head into her hand and closing his eyes before pressing forward and giving her cheek a lick. Lupine submission act, lick at the mouth or face of the one in charge.

Alphas didn’t exist with true wolves out in the wild, even the author of the theory eventually said it was bullshit. Packs were family units, the “alphas” were just the parents of the others. But the wolves they were, it was auras and pheromones, taking the concept of “presence” and cranking it to eleven. She could feel the others in her head, know who it was before she saw them based on how they felt. Geralt felt like winter, but not cold and biting, more like the feeling you got looking at a gentle snowfall, the peace of it. Sy was the desert horizon, breathtaking and vast, with eyes as blue as the sky you could drown in. Walter was a blanket just out of the dryer, your favorite tea in your favorite mug, comforting and warm. August was the night, a pitch darkness that you could lose yourself in, but it carried an undercurrent of danger. There were things in that darkness, things you should never forget existed. Mike didn’t have a feeling like the others, probably because he wasn’t an Alpha, but she would still know him anywhere.

Sy’s nose pressing into her cheek snapped her out of her thoughts and she snorted, turning onto her side to face him, running her hand over his fur gently. His muscles coiled and she held up a hand.

“Don’t--” He hopped up onto the bed, the frame creaking from the added weight, and laid down, pressing against her. With Geralt at her back and Sy at her front, she was effectively trapped and all she could do was lay there, running her hand down his back. There was a crawling feeling down her spine along with the sound of shifting muscle and bone and Geralt wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing flush against her.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked.

“Still sore and my wrists hurt.” They throbbed, actually, a constant ache that reminded her of a burn, but then again it was probably exactly like a burn, given the state of the injuries themselves. More shifting of muscle and bone, only this time at her front and Sy looked at her softly, brushing her hair away from her face.

“You shift yet?” He asked but she shook her head. “Have you at all since your first?” Another shake.

“Haven’t thought about it.” She said, “I spent my entire life, save for the past couple months, having one form. I kinda forget sometimes I have another now.”

“You should.” Geralt said, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“Maybe a bit later.” Stephanie said, “I’m still tired.”

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🧇 Eggos as a symbol of M*leven: an analysis

El Loves Eggos is a running thing throughout the show and I want to look at where that actually came from.

does she, Michael?

because here's what it looks like when El tastes an Eggo for the first time. here's the moment of origin!!! drumroll!!!:

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Eggos are first established as a Mike thing. he's absolutely wolfing them down at the breakfast table, to the point where Nancy and Karen are both giving him weird looks. they don't know he's doing that because he's eager to go check on the feral child camping in his basement, and might both just mistake this as a sudden unexplained enthusiasm for Eggos.

I really wanted to see whether the whole family was eating Eggos or just Mike, but the scene is shot so that you can't see what's on Ted's or Karen's plates. Nancy might also have an Eggo, which she's eating with a fork and knife to let us know she's repressed and also in a doomed relationship.

then Mike hurries downstairs to give one to El and we get this non-reaction that launched a thousand toaster levers.

what part of this reaction should warrant Eggos becoming her whole thing? because if she didn't "!!!!" over her first one, why would she with subsequent ones offscreen?

Mike has no inkling at this point that she likes Eggos, because.. she doesn't. At least she's given no indication that she does.

I don't know if El has ever especially liked the taste of Eggos. I think what she likes about them is Mike. also as far as she knows, they're are a major pillar of a regular people diet. to her, they're a connection to Mike and by extension to the normalcy, safety, and love that she craves.

Next, El shoplifts the Eggos. out of a whole store of options. doesn't that prove she thinks they're delicious? not necessarily. I think it's just because she latched onto the only familiar thing she saw.

she clearly didn't come in here looking for them specifically, she's just hungry and she can tell this building is where food comes from, but she gets in there and is a bit lost because none of this stuff is recognizable as food to her. between Mike and Benny and the lab, she's probably never seen prepackaged foods and doesn't know what to pick, not to mention she literally doesn't have any preferences anyway. she's wandering rather aimlessly until she sees the picture of Eggos by chance and thinks "hey!! those are the yellow circles I ate before!"

side note: notice just to the left of the Eggos she takes, is an alternate blueberry flavor. El has no reason to choose the default yellow out of familiarity because she's never seen what package they come in at all. she didn't even know they were called Eggos, or that they are a frozen product, she just spotted a picture that looked familiar. the actual Eggos pictured on the boxes don't even really look different. did she just choose the kind with the word "home" on the box? :(

she eats her stolen Eggos in the woods, probably not understanding why they're not very good, because she doesn't know they need to be toasted. she's not having a good time. these are the first Eggos she's acquired on her own without Mike providing them, but as she sits there eating them, and missing Mike and all that he represents, she hears him calling her in the distance, reinforcing the Mike-Eggo link.

also wait, I see 4 boxes open, at 8 apiece, is this at a minimum her TWENTY FIFTH dry frozen Eggo she's eating right now?? my poor baby's gonna have tummy trouble in the upside down

remember right before this, Mike and Dustin saw the grocery store with the shattered door and the cops out front and realized it must be El's work? most likely after Mike got El home, he would have asked her what had happened there, and maybe she could have been in a rare mood to actually answer a direct question. Mike, not knowing her real reasons, could only have been like "whoa, you must really love Eggos!" and El, not yet knowing how to evaluate her own likes and dislikes, might have thought, "huh, yeah, I must."

that's what must have happened because the next thing on the Eggo timeline is Mike telling Nancy that El REALLY likes them, despite El never having given any other indication. nobody's even mentioned Eggos for a few episodes as far as I can remember.

Then, when she asks for them, thinking she loves them now, he calls them "not real food". hmm

this is the first (only?) time El mentions Eggos by name. Mike never told her what they were called - she found out for herself at the grocery store. interestingly, much of this scene is of Mike struggling to put a name on romantic attraction or even distinguish it from platonic or familial relationships.

you know how he just gave her the Eggo without explaining what it was or asking if she wanted it first, and without any frame of reference she kinda just assumed she liked it?

I don't see any reason why El would already know what a kiss is or what it means. she lacks the life experience to process whether she's really into this or just thinks she is because... well, Mike seems into it, and he's easily the least abusive interpersonal relationship she's had so far, and he represents normalcy and safety and home, and she's always wanted to be loved and this feels like something to do with that, so... smile??

now believing her to be the world's biggest fan, Mike comforts a distressed El with visions of a future with unlimited Eggos. we know Mike likes feeling needed, in fact he equates it with love itself, so I can see him absolutely eating up the idea of being El's Eggo-provider.

in the same sentence, he re-offers the Snow Ball thing he was talking about earlier when he kissed her. this links Eggos with M*leven, and the idea of him loving her.

then she takes out the demogorgon and disappears to the upside down.

Hopper, too, must discover her apparent love of Eggos when he responds to the shoplift call and the store manager tells him that's all the bald kid stole. so that's what he leaves for her in the woods.

but to El, Eggos are a Mike thing. she doesn't know anyone else knows that she likes them. so she finds this mysterious box with Eggos in the woods - the woods, where Mike found her originally. the woods, where she sat eating Eggos and heard Mike calling to her, and practically the last thing he ever did was promise her Eggos... what can she think but that Mike left them? that after all this time out here cold and scared and alone, that Mike is still looking for her? that there's still hope for her to have a home and be loved?

she stakes out the box and discovers the Eggo-provider to be Hopper, not Mike. that's disappointing, but she reveals herself anyway because she's been Bear Gryllsing out here for I think at least a few weeks in that Nancy dress and she's pretty over it.

Hopper buys her Eggos as a regular treat when they live in the cabin, not knowing she likes them mainly because they're a reminder of the proto-relationship she's desperate to get back to.

they're Hopper's go-to bribe when she isn't speaking to him. it's a strong motivator because she's been stuck in this cabin for like a year dying a slow death of isolation and FOMO. even if she's mad at the new provider, she can't bear to miss out on the Eggos because of what they represent.

it's also what Hopper takes away as punishment, along with the TV, for her sneaking out. these are both indirect ways of taking away Mike (she uses the TV for static to go see him in the void) who she's already upset about having missed out on, because she saw him with Max and thinks she's taken him away, too.

also Hopper's being a dick and threatening to send her back to the lab and stuff, so thinking she has no one left in the world who loves her, she runs away to find her mom and start the life that should've been hers in the first place.

Hopper checks in eventually to apologize and remind her that Eggos aren't real food. she isn't home to hear it.

here she is stealing something to eat from the convenience store with Kali's gang. she takes an apple but then spots the Eggos and decides she'd rather have that than fruit, so again, she was not seeking them out. she would've made a beeline for the freezer section if she was.

this time, she gets sidetracked and doesn't actually leave the store with them. they don't seem quite as important as before.

El spends most of season 2 forcibly and unhappily separated from Mike, which yields probably the Eggo-heaviest season as she clings to them as a connection to their relationship.

she then spends most of 3 separated from Mike as well, except this time by her own choice, happily, and wouldn't you know it, the season is a pretty dry spell for Eggo references. she's having the time of her life hanging out with Max and learning about herself, and doesn't miss the relationship.

she uses this freezer's hum to go void-watching, and oh, what's this? a row of Aunt Jemima brand frozen waffles encroaching on the Eggo display? she's branching out. there's more to life than stupid Eggos.

the party uses and eats and loots anything they wanted from this store, and this is her best ever opportunity to steal some sweet sweet yellow circles. in fact, she's sitting in front of the exact freezer where she grabbed all her little arms could carry in season 1. the coast is totally clear, and there are even more in stock now.

she doesn't even touch one box.

season 4 starts off with this Mike toaster shot paralleling the one in season 1 for what other reason than to Eggo-bait us?

Mike's outwardly eager to get on with his spring break trip and go see El, but the fact we're prominently shown him toasting two pop tarts instead of Eggos hints at a different goal he may or may not be aware of. I don't mean this to be a byler post, but I know that's what yall are going to say and it could sure work for that, but at a minimum it hints that Mike's true priorities are drifting from his relationship with El. Mike is also allowed to realize there's more to life than stupid Eggos.

oo look who's learning about other breakfast foods on her own and isn't so concerned with Mike's approval

after the rink-o-mania incident, things are weird between El and Mike and he makes her Eggos as a peace offering. it should be a cute sentimental gesture but also kinda feels a little damning that El Likes Eggos is still basically the only thing he knows about her after how long they've known each other.

the presence of Eggos in the house means that Joyce is keeping them in stock for El, who's been back on her bullshit since ten seconds before she left Hawkins. although to what degree I don't know, it depends how aware she is that she's lying to herself. either she's going through 2 packs a day keeping this relationship alive with lies and desperation, or there's been one box in the freezer awhile growing ice crystals. not sure.

either way, right now she's pissed off and doesn't want them. she never really liked Eggos, but now she's gone too long without getting what they represented, and doesn't even want that anymore.

also what kind of sociopath pours syrup on someone else's Eggos an undetermined amount of time in advance and lets it get all soggy. you gotta do that yourself so it's fresh and you control your own destiny/syrup distribution. are they sitting in a giant puddle of syrup?? boy, how do you mess up EGGOS. this on its own is a dumpable offense.

Mike's idea of El is still "haha Eggo go in, superhero come out" and he looks at them like he just doesn't understand why it's not working. so he tries again like smoothing out a wrinkly dollar bill and trying it in the vending machine again. he brings her the soggy symbolic Eggos she already didn't want when they were fresh.

she doesn't look at them. it's over.

I really believe their relationship doesn't survive this scene.

if this scene went on longer it would've been Mike picking up an Eggo and gently smushing it against her mouth with concern while she stares at him like

also notice Mike isn't having Eggos for breakfast. he and Will are having eggs and toast (real food). he only made Eggos (not real food) for her. he's trying to give El something he doesn't really even want himself.

also what do you wanna bet Will got that syrup out for himself and Mike to put on their eggs and then Mike didn't take any and put it on El's Eggos instead.

Anyway, post fight-or-possible-breakup, El ends up at this diner with Owens. she has to have discovered a second kind of food that she likes by this point in her life, but she peers at a menu on the wall for a moment and recognizes something familiar, a lot like at the grocery store, and orders "waffles, please." she is, after all, in a pretty scary situation here - arrested, dragged off in handcuffs, federally kidnapped in the middle of the desert, and put sorta back in custody of her lifelong abusers. she kinda broke up with Mike, but it's still her habit to look for the comfort of familiarity.

on the surface it's worth a chuckle because El Loves Eggos and waffles are the closest thing to Eggos you can order at a restaurant. but also it's the first time she's ever gone off-brand, isn't it?

waffles are the real food that Eggos are a junk imitation of. she wants real love, and symbolically, this is her letting go of her notion of Mike being her only option for that.

five seconds later she chooses to immediately embark on her self-discovery journey which she's been clearly warned may result in her never seeing her friends again.

she doesn't stay for the waffles at all. showing that not only has she left Mike behind, but romance, period, is not her priority at this time.

later at Surfer Boy we see what it looks like, by the way, when El really does like the taste of something. here's the !!! reaction I've been attributing to Eggos that never actually happened.

Mike is there to scowl and insist that pineapple on pizza is both insane and blasphemous. El knows how to like what she likes now, and she (on a good-natured level of course) couldn't give less of a shit whether he approves. in fact she tries to force feed it to him. the growth.

ps, she was about to codify their breakup before they got pizzablocked.

Mike then lies and says he loves her at emotional gunpoint, killing Max and causing the apocalypse and stuff so the vibes get weird again.

El doesn't talk to him at all after that. and Mike makes no effort to stay near her on the approach to Hopper's cabin, which he should realize is an emotional moment for her.

our final Eggo reference is this old box in the destroyed cabin, looking like a relic of the past. Nancy finds some cleaning supplies and everybody starts sweeping and picking up trash.

i'm livid that it happens just out of frame but we end the season on El STUFFING THE EGGO BOX IN HER TRASH BAG oHOHOHO CHEF KISS

~ Fin ~ 🧇🦴

[chaosfairy18]

Bumlets thoughts! The boy was spinning today and my friend told me I should share my thoughts so here we go :) So, Bumlets, one of the background newsies of the 92 movies that was cast for his dancing talent (did you know Dominic Lucero was a background dancer for Michael Jackson, Paul Abdual and Madonna?) and doesn't get to say much, but he for sure has fabulous hair.

He is also named after an actual resident in the Duane Street Lodging house around the time of the strike (there is an entire article I once found on Tumblr and when I find it again I'll try to reblog it) and there it is mentioned he kind of speaks for the other newsies there and is called "The King of the Bums" which is very cool to me I do remember that article being a bit before 1899 so I had some thoughts... What if before Jack came along and became leader not just inside the lodging house but outside to the other boroughs, Bumlets was the one to speak for the matters of the newsies in the lodge, specifically for Kloppman. In turn Kloppman trusts him with locking up the lodge sometimes (I saw that in the fic: "Inside the Lodging House: Hard Truths and Annoying sounds" today and loved it) and if there is a problem with one of the boys he asks if he could talk to him first (as most don't react well to adults as it is). At some point Francis Sullivan, newly named Jack Kelly comes along and is more outwardly a leader, kind of more agressively a leader where Bumlets was usually quiet, polite and not particularly ambitious, he just wanted to help if he could and if someone else wants to be the actual leader he is fine with that too.

Another thing is he has leather suspenders (which you can see in Seize the Day reprise as he is right in the front) which for me means he is putting thought into his appearance and also into buying durable things (here we have a saying roughly translating to "better buy something good than buy twice", so saying you should rather buy expensive long-living things sometimes) even if he's not wearing the fanciest clothes apart from it they still seem well maintained and that just is something you notice. The buyers probably do that too.

Can't forget his boyfriends either (that here is just who I think he would be cute with) which would be Skittery and Swifty <3 He and Skittery stickfight in Carrying the Banner (which looks so fun), then they stand next to each other at the Rally and for Swifty in the scene where Snyder is looking for Jack in the lodge they are always beside each other and there are probably more scenes but those are just the ones coming to mind and me and my friend have been going feral over them. But I think that's better for another post eventually, just wanted to add it!

Another fun fact: Dominic Lucero was in fact the same age as Max Casella and therefore also 25 in 1992. Live with that knowledge folks.

Thanks for reading this!

[captainnameless]

Hi! Hope the new year is being good to you - you deserve it!

I’m here to beg for any Michael and little Sebastian thoughts/headcanons/ideas you may have. After scrolling through your blog (I love literally everything you’ve written) I’m obsessed with their dynamic. Michael really saw this feral little kid and went oh, I want that one.

the new year’s been…. alright. i had a good week last week but have been bedridden since yesterday morning because (i think) i have a nerve compressed/blocked/entrapped whatever the English term for it is in my lower back and i’ve been in a bunch of pain :/ i’m stubborn though and waiting to call until Monday bc i don’t wanna call for an emergency which is what you have to do here if it’s the weekend. we’ll see. i had this back in 2020 and was bedridden for 2 months 😀 🔫 i’ll cry if that happens again. ANYWAY.

Michael & Seb thoughts !!!! (also i loved the ‘oh i want that one’ made me chuckle)

They’re in Japan, Sebastian’s just become the youngest GP winner 2 races back and it’s been a little bit of a whirlwind. There’s been a change in his media attention and despite Michael not being on the grid, he loves Japan, and Sebastian, so the invite was easily accepted.

“Sebastian.” Michael says, unimpressed with the younger’s outfit. “It’s cold outside, you need at least a jacket if you insist on wearing the T-shirt.”

Sebastian frowns looking down at his own shirt. “This was fine in Singapore.”

“Well, we’re not in Singapore, are we?” Michael replies, sat on the foot of the bed, dressed and ready to go in appropriate wear.

Sebastian pushes himself up from where he was sat on the floor, leaving the jacket and the hoodie that Michael had laid out for him moving towards the door of his hotel room. “I’m fine.”

“We’re not going outside without the jacket, Seb.”

“Are too!”

Michael sighs, already regretting not pushing for a nap before they went out to explore. “Your choice Seb, you know the deal.”

Sebastian whines and stomps his foot down, disgruntled frown edged onto his face. “I’m going without you.” He says, opening the door.

Michael raises an eyebrow. “You go out that door without your jacket and I’ll chase you down and then we’re not going at all.”

Sebastian gawks at him, eyes scanning his face for a bluff. “No you won’t.” He pouts, opening the door further, kicking the discarded jacket on the floor away from him for good measure.

“Sebastian.” Michael warns, already standing up.

“No!” Sebastian whines, body already half way out the door, giving Michael one last look before he’s booked it out of there.

Michael groans, trying to prevent a driver getting sick before the end of the season really shouldn’t be this much of a struggle. He’s up already so charges after Sebastian anyway, who’s already down the hall, a fast little brat off and on track.

But Michael’s been keeping fit despite his retirement, catches up quickly enough when Sebastian makes the mistake of waiting for the elevator, a quick end to their little chase.

“Nooo!” Sebastian whines, batting at Michael as he stalks closer, defiance clear on his face, a little glimmer of amusement shining in his eyes. Sebastian’s always liked a game.

Michael wastes no time snatching Sebastian’s wrist towards him, the momentum stumbling the younger forward enough for Michael to bend down just enough to fling Sebastian over his shoulder.

Sebastian responds by pounding his fists onto Michael’s back, something he stops immediately when Michael sends a sharp swat to the back of his thigh. “You stop that.”

“You’re being mean to me!” Sebastian whines, wriggling about.

“I’m the worst.” Michael agrees, making quick work of walking back to Sebastian’s hotel room, kicking the door shut with a bang before dropping Sebastian onto the bed. “And you’re being naughty, which tells me you need a nap.”

Sebastian squeaks as he disappears into the soft white comforter, trashing about at the mention of a nap.

“No nap!” He whines, trying to tug his ankle free out of Michael’s grasp, who’s already taking off his shoes. “I wanna go! I want my jacket.”

“Too late, buddy.” Michael says gently, getting off Sebastian’s other shoe despite the kicking.

It prompts a meltdown, which Michael saw coming anyway, and would’ve preferred to have in the privacy of their hotel room instead of in the public Japanese streets.

“I know,” Michael says, discarding his own shoes and jacket before climbing onto the bed and struggling to gather a visibly and audibly upset Sebastian. “Shh.” He soothes, tugging Sebastian close against his chest and wrapping him up tight. “You’re okay.”

“I wanna go!” Sebastian just cries, surrendering into the strong hold, dropping his head against Michael’s chest.

It earns him a couple soft kisses and the duvet covering them both. “I know, liebling. I promise we can try again after you’ve had a nap.”

There’s a miserable whine that leaves Sebastian, but it seems to settle him nonetheless, one of his hands coming up to rub at his eyes.

Michael cards his hands through the messy blonde hair. “Rest. I’ll be here when you wake.”

[tsarisfanfiction]

Lee&Apollo au? Does that mean Lee lives or it's pre Lee's death?

Hello, anon! This is a Lee Lives AU but there's also a lot more going on with this one than simply that.

This is an AU where Apollo interferes in BOTL - he's monster hunting like he's supposed to, he's also the patron god of the camp and protector of the youth it's within his rights to step in and end that battle before any demigods die.

Except, Zeus doesn't see things like that. Instead, we get angry Zeus making one very big mistake - he turns Apollo mortal two years earlier, in the gap between BOTL and TLO.

This is referred to as "Lee&Apollo" because here, Apollo makes it to camp before being picked up by a scraggly feral demigod. Instead, he's picked up by Percy and Rachel on one of their dates and brought to camp, where the Apollo kids are savvy and know their mythology, especially the stories about their dad.

Lee claims Apollo's service.

Not because he wants to control Apollo, or anything, but to protect him from someone else claiming him instead. If one of Kronos' demigods got hold of Apollo... well. That would be bad.

I called this Zeus' big mistake, and it really is, because Apollo just helped the camp. He saved the demigods, and the demigods are well aware of that - in fact, they like Apollo for this. Apollo is now their favourite god because he stepped in rather than abandoning them to their fate.

Zeus has just punished Apollo for saving them.

Kronos is a problem, yes, but now the demigods are thinking much bigger. The demigods are thinking that Zeus is also a problem, that maybe there's a point to be had here about Olympus and the gods and specifically their king, if he's punishing a god for saving demigods.

Puny little demigods do not stand a chance against Zeus. They know this.

Kronos, on the other hand...

The entire camp joins Kronos. Apollo is dragged along for the ride, kicking and screaming because he does not want to be fighting against Olympus. Lee orders him to not reveal he's Apollo, to not respond to the name, etc., because they're still trying to protect Apollo - end goal is to have Kronos take out Zeus, then deal with Kronos (they were always going to have to do that anyway they might as well get some use of him first though). Some fun and games where Kronos figures out about Apollo anyway and tries very hard to get his service switched over to Luke (who he is possessing, so technically himself) by way of attempting to kill Lee, etc. The Olympian gods choosing sides based on whether they'd rather see Zeus go down or not (or more importantly, how much they like Apollo)... there's a lot going on here.

But I'll finish with the one actual piece of story I wrote for this so far, which is actually also the origin of my lie detector!Lee headcanon - which might age this concept somewhat given that that's a long-running headcanon of mine at this point. But this is where it began!

“Do you regret helping us?” Lee asked. Apollo’s face scrunched up.  “It got me turned mortal!” he exclaimed, gesturing at his admittedly incredibly un-godly looking scrawny teenage body.  “Of course I do!” Lee’s spine tingled as a ripple of unease spread through the cabin.  The younger demigods shifted uneasily, and if it wasn’t for two factors, Lee would be doing the same thing. The first factor was the look on Apollo’s face – it was defensive, as though daring someone to complain at him about it, and it was identical to the face Michael pulled whenever he realised he’d messed up but was too proud, or even afraid, to admit it. The second factor… “Well,” Lee said lightly.  “That answers one of the questions I’ve had for years." “What?  If our dad actually loves us?” Michael grumbled.  Lee didn’t bother to acknowledge his words, keeping his eyes on Apollo. “Whether the god of truth can lie,” he said. Apollo’s eyes widened a fraction and Lee put a hand on his shoulder. “I can tell when people are lying to me, Dad,” he reminded his father.  “One of the little tricks I got from you.  I don’t know what the truth is but you regretting it?  That was a lie.”  Apollo looked like a rabbit caught in headlights and Lee took pity on him, sitting down next to him.  Around them, the demigods were fidgeting again, but this time in confusion.  “You don’t have to tell us the truth if you’re not ready to,” he assured Apollo, putting an arm around his shoulders like he did his younger siblings when they needed some big brothering.  “And we’ll unpack why you felt like you had to lie about that later,” because if Apollo felt the need to lie about loving them, there was clearly something a lot bigger going on behind the scenes that Lee and the rest of the demigods weren’t privy to.