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lovelandfrogispookybear · 7 months

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11: New Sun, New People

Eddie's pov

Stepping into the light feels so good. I'm able to pull down my bandana for the first time in god knows how long.

"This is the sun! This is light!" I exclaim. No response. I swivel around, looking for Otto.

I can't find her, but there is a clearly trampled through path through the woods.

"Fuck!" I smooth back my hair and roll my eyes, but follow the trail nonetheless.

Otto's pov

"WHO ARE YOU?" Someone yells to me. I cling to who knows what, swimming in a large tub of water.

"Otto! Otto!" I say, but the person keeps yelling.

"DID YOU TAKE EDDIE?" The person yells again, but I can says something else now.

"Know Eddie! I know Eddie!" I shout.

"OTTO!" Eddie comes run in, and the first person stops yelling. I paddle fast out of the tub and hide behind Eddie.

"Dustin?" Eddie asks. I struggle out of the big tub, and hide behind Eddie.

"Eddie? You know this little- this little person?" Dustin asks.

Eddie's pov

"Eddie, don't let person hurt me," Otto whispers. She looks at me, and I almost jump at how different her eyes look. The sudden brightness has caused them to constrict, and her once large pupils are now small as a pinprick.

"Dustin!" I shout, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug. "Oh man, I missed you so much dude!"

"Eddie, holy shit, I thought you were gone!" Dustin says. "But, uh... what's up with the girl?" He whispers.

I turn around, and Otto is crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around her head. She's bent over something, I just can't tell what. I walk over, and bend down next to her.

"Otto, are you okay?" I ask cautiously. She turns to me, and shakes her head weakly. Her mouth opens, and inky black liquid flows out.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shouts. Immediately, I scoop her into my arms.

"Dustin, we need to get her somewhere dark and out of the sun right now!" I shout.

"Uh, okay, so we need to go north! Forward!" Dustin shouts. I start running, and follow every one of his directions until we break through the treeline.

Steve's pov

Dad left an hour ago for his business trip. Thank god. He'll be gone for a few days, Mom is staying with Grammy, so I have the house to myself.

I'm watching a movie in my room when the door bursts open.

"STEVE WE'RE BORROWING YOUR HOUSE IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" Dustin screams from downstairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask, running down the stairs. The bathroom door is open with the light is off, and a filthy looking Dustin is standing over an even grimier-

"Munson?" I ask.

"Shut up Harrington, we're trying to save a life here!" Eddie says, splashing water over something lying in the bathtub.

"What the hell does he have there?" I ask Dustin.

"A kid." Dustin replies with such nonchalance about this that you'd almost think he was joking.

"Did he like... get a girlfriend?" I ask nervously.

"No. He just, like, appeared out of nowhere with her?" Dustin explains. "She's super weird. She's very small and looks like she's younger than me? Also her eyes are crazy looking and she started throwing up this weird, black stuff. Eddie's insisting she needs darkness and to cool down, so that's what's happening."

I sweep the curtain aside, and observe what's going on. The tap is on, and Eddie scoops handfuls of water onto the small girl. The dress thing she's wearing is stained with black, and the water is muddled and full of debris and dirt. Despite Eddie's attempts, the girl's eyes stay closed and black stuff continues to dribble out her mouth.

"Uh, Munson, you want me to help?" I offer.

"I got it!" Eddie insists. He douses her face one more time, and her eyes open.

I jump back. Her eyes are HUGE.

"You know what? I think maybe I'll go turn off the lights and draw the blinds," I say. I grab Dustin and pull him out the door with me.

"Dustin. What the fuck is going on, man? You said this girl was weird, you didn't say she was like supernatural weird!"

"You couldn't figure that out when I said crazy eyes and hurling black stuff?" Dustin asks. "Look. How about you go cook something up? This new person will be hungry. Okay? And I'm going to gather some members of the party and some other people, so we can brainstorm ideas on what the everloving fuck is going on. Okay?"

"Okay," I say shakily. "Thank you."

"Okay. You're welcome." Dustin runs out the front door. I walk into the kitchen slowly, and begin trying to find something I can cook.

About an hour later, Dustin shows back up, with a few Party members (excluding Max and Lucas, of course), Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan with his friend. All I've managed to do in that time is slice up a watermelon and get a tray of frozen fries in the oven.

"Alright everybody, I've gathered you here today to-" Dustin starts.

"Uh, why is it all dark in here?" Robin asks.

"Excellent question. Today's presentation requires darkness, or bad things will happen. Eddie, you can come out now!" Dustin calls.

Eddie walks out, by himself.

"So, ah, hey! Everybody!"

The room erupts into shouts and exclamations at my arrival.

"Thank you, thank you everybody," I start. "But, my returning is not what Dustin got you all for. You see, while I was gone, I may or may not have found something in the Upside Down that is now here. And I thought I'd just say this preface, because she can be, uh, unpredictable." I smile weakly at everybody, they return the favor with confused looks. "Otto, you can come out now if you'd like."

The bathroom door creaks open, and the sound of quick footsteps fills the silence.

"Eddie, who is this 'Otto'? And where is she?" Nancy interjects.

"Here," Otto says. As everyone's eyes adjust, they can make out her small silhouette next to me. The red glint of her glasses are the only thing noting she's there.

"Otto, I'm going to turn on a very dim light. It would be like my cigarette and your firework punk being lit at the same time, okay?" I explain. Otto nods. I nod at Dustin, who throws a blanket over a lamp and switches it on. Soft light fills the room, and everyone stares at Otto. The water in her hair has turned into mud, and since her sun exposure, her skin is a flushed shade of red. Her dress is even more torn and ratty, if that's even possible. A small, spider-esque creature crawls through her hair.

"Hi Otto!" Someone pipes up from the back. Otto waves a little bit. I can tell Otto isn't interested in transforming or talking or doing any of that, and everyone else can tell she isn't going to do anything, and they all get up to talk in small groups. In all the bustle, the person who said hi wanders over. She's a small girl, who looks very similar to Otto. Her head is shaved, and she's dressed in an oversized flannel.

"Otto, this is-"

"El! El, short for Eleven," El smiles. "Hi Otto!"

"Hello. As Eddie said, I is Otto." Otto runs her hand through one of her twintails nervously, and chunks of mud and other debris crumbles to the floor.

"You talk like me!" El says excitedly. "Mike says I am getting better at my grammar, but I think that to sound like this is okay!"

"Mike?" Otto asks.

"Mike is my boyfriend. He is over there!" El motions to a little but away, where Mike gathers another boy and Dustin. He looks nervous, awkwardly waving his hands as the second boy talks to him. Hm.

"Boyfriend?" Otto asks. "Is that like when Eddie talked in his sleep about-"

"Well Otto, you've scattered one too many bugs across this lovely living room carpet, who about we get you back into the bathtub and taking a shower?"

#we found her down there #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #dustin henderson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #argyle #robin buckley #el hopper #mike wheeler #tw swearing #tw body horror #tw mentions of cigarettes #tw vomit #bubble writes words #we have entered the era where there will be many more tags because of all the characters #a joyous day

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the-unending-journey · 2 years

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Get to know me

Tagged by: Haelleno (thanks!)

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The last song you listened to: God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash. Been trying to write a blurb for Kiyo's AU where she goes down the path of Reaper and this song gives me the vibe for it

Currently Reading: I don't even remember the last time I legit sat down and actually read something. These days it's just fanfics jkdllshg

Last Movie: Once again, I don't remember the last time I actually sat and watched a movie, so hell if I remember what the last one was

What are you wearing right now: Tanktop and lounge pants. This is typically what I wear for sleeping in and when I'm just lazing around the house

How tall are you: ...5'4". And that's 162.56 cm for you metric folks

Piercings: Just the typical ear ones

Tattoos: None, but I hope to get over my fear and get a few someday...

Glasses? Contacts? I wear glasses. The thought of putting ANYTHING in my eyes makes me want to shrivel up and die

Last drink: The new "Transformation" flavored Coke because it's not bad. It's coconut and strawberry I think???

Last show: I just finished Trigun Stampede and I highly recommend it! And this is coming from a big fan of the '98 series

Last thing you ate: Spicy tuna fish sandwich... last night. It's like noon here now, I need food mvdjls

Favourite colour: I like a lot of colors, but I always find myself gravitating towards varying shades of purple. And black of course. But I can also appreciate pastels too

Current obsession: Well if this blog is anything to go by... you know what it is lmao That and the new Trigun series reawakened the dormant fan in me once again

Unrelated Obsession: I'm a huge, HUGE Transformers fan, so don't ask me anything about the franchise unless you want me to turn into an unskippable cutscene. Also my OC's, but that's always gonna be a thing with me. Oh and Elder Scrolls as well

Any pets: Yep, got two very loveable and sweet rescue dogs. My big boy Rhett is a Staffy (American Staffordshire Terrier) and my little girl Izzy is a Pit and Lab mix. Fun fact - they both came from the same rescue, but Izzy was a special case. The lady that ran the place asked mom and I if we wanted to help her get these puppies these people were trying to get rid of, and that's how we ended up fostering (and failing since we adopted) Izzy. Her and her siblings were only 5 weeks old, so we've had her since she was literally a baby

Do you have a crush on anyone: Yeah my girlfriend and the many, many fictional characters I love

Favourite fictional character: God there's so many to just pick a favorite, and that's not even getting into the franchises I love. If we're talking specifically FFXIV? Aymeric and Haurchefant for sure, plus all the Scions. Sadu, Cirina, Lucia, Maxima, even Magnai... I could go on

Though looking through my folder of art and pictures I like to save... it seems to be Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun lmao

Tagging: I'm bad at this. If you see this, do it!

#personal

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tommos · 1 year

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oh my god i was tagged by so many people to do this but i just forgot lol so finally im doing it 🤍 thanks @pop-punklouis @backtoyoupunkversion @stonerosestank and @raypakorns for the tag hehe

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it

APPEARANCE

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // typically wear make-up // i don't often smile //i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend (best friend at the time?) // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

tagging @itsnotreal @louisarmpits @wecantalktomorrow @goldcrumble @medicinelarrie @uwulouis and anyone else who wants to do it hehe

#tag games #idk i took forever to do this one

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thelioncourts · 1 year

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Tbh I think you are the only white loustat fan Ive seen here who is actually interested in louis as a character and not just an extension of lestat? Once you realize most of the fandom only sees louis as part of lestat's story it makes sense why there's little to no loumand content.

Let me talk about Louis. Let. Me. Talk. About. Louis.

I have been a Louis fan since I read Interview for the first time. I was....15 (?), maybe 16, and had finally convinced myself I could read Iwtv. (For those that don't know, Iwtv has been part of my life since I was born; I was named after Kirsten Dunst in the movie (my parents were raging Tom Cruise fans in the '90s, this is how that all happened) and so my whole life was 'being named from some vampire movie.' Problem? I hated blood growing up; couldn't look at it on a screen, couldn't think about it, made me nauseous. So as cool as vampires were, it took me time to read and watch it because 🤢).

Anyway.

So I read Interview, and I don't just read it, I devour it. I was obsessed. My mom had me on a book-buying ban so I couldn't buy anymore of the series, so I just reread Interview over and over again.

2-3 years later, I'm in college and have a little bit of money of my own, and I buy TVL and QotD. And -- and it took me forever to read TVL. It wasn't anything against Lestat necessarily, but 1) anyone that has read these books knows it's kind of like whiplash when you go to TVL and Lestat's narration is...well, Lestat lol and 2) I had fallen in love, long ago, with Louis' way of speaking.

But I eventually power through (and I love TVL. Arguably the best book of the series (???)). But then. Then I start getting into TotBT. And it's great! Lestat and Louis have some amazing moments and I adored so many parts of it, and it may be the general funniest book of the series. But also David is introduced and I could feel myself worrying.

Anyway, to make my relationship with book-Louis shorter, I struggled tremendously to read the rest of the series. Louis started getting mentioned less and less and less, and it became obvious for a time that he and Lestat were just. On different paths, as it seemed, and wouldn't really cross again and I was heartbroken and devastated. I missed Louis. I missed his outlooks and the way he and Lestat spoke to one another and his beauty and the way Lestat talked about him. The final "trilogy" of Prince Lestat was a godsend for me, personally, because it brought Louis back, it brought Louis and Lestat back, and it felt better, felt complete.

But! Show Louis.

So I followed the production of IwtV religiously for a while. Anne sold rights in 2016 and it seemed like it was happening! Then there was nothing for some time. I remember a vague 2019 article about it and, at that point, I was just in the "I'll believe it when I see it" category.

All of a sudden, it's happening before I even know it. And casting is announced. And I was -- so hesitant at both Sam and Jacob's casting. Sam because Lestat is such a character that I really was just like, "Can this man embody Lestat in the way Lestat should exist in this world?" (The answer is a resounding yes, x336548483929299485577838291038475747372272884) and with Jacob, I hadn't known of the time change yet and I was like....what are y'all doing?

Then I learned of the time change and I got nervous all over again because change is, y'know, sometimes scary when you know things. And Louis is everything to me and I was like, "Please do justice by him."

Oh. My. God.

There are a couple of things to mention here, namely the writing and Jacob's acting.

When it comes to the writing, I want to kiss anyone and everyone involved in developing Louis' story the way they did. Everything -- from his profession to his relationship with Paul and religion and sexuality and his mother and Grace and just -- everything, is so nuanced and beautiful and complex and having multiple episodes that showcase what all Louis really went through (both before and after being a vampire) and what he lost through all of it is just stunning. And it's one of those things that Louis' race, in particular, has made him such a better character because of what his struggles bring to the table. He is a queer black man, something that is not shown a ton in media, and he is a queer black man born into Jim Crow America, making a name for himself in a world that doesn't want him to succeed in any capacity. And he pushes and works because he's doing what's best by his family, even if they don't see it that way sometimes, and he endures because it's the only way to survive, and when vampirism comes in this box of a beautiful man promising him the world, he takes it, and yet he still tries to do good by his name, he still tries to be what he considers to be morally good. And he may be misguided on what good is, and he may be doing the wrong thing sometimes, but he is always trying. And I just think he's beautiful; both physically and emotionally beautiful.

I've found myself thinking so long and so hard on Louis' past; what his dad may have been like, what it was like being the oldest sibling and knowing he was one of the only ones that truly saw Paul and loved him, knowing that he could never be himself because queer and black and godly don't go together and just ! What was the Pointe du Lac household like when Louis started working in Storyville? What exact experiences, beyond Jonah, did Louis have with men? How many were good, were bad, were scary perhaps? Did he ever come close to an actual relationship or was he too busy saving his family and trying not to disappoint a god that wasn't there for him? What was it like when Paul was in the hospital in Jackson? Did Louis go see him and read to him, like when they were kids? And now, in Louis' vampirism, how is he going to come to terms with his blood drinking? How exactly to we go from, what we can imagine to be, absolute suicidal devastation and emptiness after losing Claudia to the flirty enigmatic boy at the bar in the 1970s flashback? When will 2022!Louis fully break, and show us that LDPDL is still very much in there and full of that specific fight that drew Lestat to him in the first place?

And JACOB. I could never have asked for a better person to play Louis. He brings everything anyone could want to the table. He's Louis' beauty, he's Louis' quiet rage, he's Louis' tenderness, he's Louis' bookishness, he's Louis' love, he's Louis in every possible way. He brings such a complexity to Louis and, most importantly, he brings him to life. I cannot think of Louis now in any other capacity than Jacob Anderson. I am so grateful for him and for the work he's put in and the way his entire heart is in this role.

So, yes. I love Louis. I love Louis as a character all on his own because he's, quite literally, everything to me.

#i can talk about louis all day #and if you're not on this post to talk about louis and how amazing he is go away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#this is my louis love essay because !!!#honestly give me a pointe du lac season where it's just louis' life pre-lestat #show me grace and paul and louis hiding #and show me again how being loved by lestat was such freedom #so unexpected and beautiful to be seen by someone after hiding for so long #<3 #long post for ts #sorry i love him

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measuringbliss · 11 months

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Tomb of Dracula Read-Through 3 (#11-17)

MASTERPOST

This is half-horrible, half-hilarious.

So... #11 starts with Dracula going to sleep, eager to take revenge on men who assaulted him in #9. Miles away, something else is going on...

And this machine of horrors makes me wince because I watched a movie in which this thing was a key part, and it was a horrendous experience (but an incredible movie). So that's a ~fun~ coincidence.

Brand is, as you might have understood, my type of man. I thus doubt he'll survive for long. He's helping Faust get his revenge too, but he uses Voodoo dolls (why the hell not).

Meanwhile, Dracula goes to a rave and gets one of the dudes, who gives him intel to reach his assailants... who're about to attack Quincy Harker for Faust. Everything is connected (and I'm omitting some stuff!).

He intervenes and decides, first, to spare Quincy, and second, to hypnotize his foes to throw themselves off a cliff.

It's the first time we actually see this! That's fun.

Dracula vampirizes Brand and sends him do a final job: killing his master. He also dies in the confrontation, and it's actually a quite horrific conclusion. I do like, however, Dracula's relationship with Quincy.

At the beginning of #12, our heroes are fighting my hero (Dracula). And when the Lord of the Vampires threatens to kidnap Quincy's daughter, Drake tries his usual fist superpower...

And fails.

Not only is it a beautiful page, but Quincy's beard makes for great panels. Meanwhile...

Blade is not only drawn as a sexy pin-up, but also revealed to have a girlfriend! His pose in the first panel is very Han Solo-ish... But naturally, Star Wars wasn't out yet in 1973.

It's Dracula calling his enemy! Naturally, Safron doesn't take kindly to it.

We see great color work in the mansion. Dracula also can't help but gloat about how our heroes are going to die and laughing diabolically. He's adorable. But I do wonder if someone's gonna die in this issue...

Blade's here to help, at least!

And oh Lord, the stubble/beard look does wonders to him.

He high-kicks Dracula and makes him leave, but Quincy's daughter... has become a vampire! And as has been foreshadowed multiple times throughout this issue... someone dies. Quincy's forced to kill his daughter. That's not very fun for him.

What was fun was this issue though! It's what I actually expected the series to be before I started reading it, people in a mansion that have to defeat traps. A bit like Scooby-Doo, hahaha.

#13: One thing that I'm sad about is that Blade's facial hair lasted about a page. Shadows! Oh well.

While Quincy and his crew mourn Edith, Dracula watches a boxing match and finds it all very undignified. He clearly doesn't appreciate the inherent homoeroticism.

Ahem.

Anyway, Blade tells us his backstory: his mom died giving childbirth... by a vampire's teeth!

An interesting parallel between Quincy and Dracula is set in this issue: they both have agents in the shadows that are just waiting to answer their command. I wonder if Quincy will die because the others will say he's gone too far.

Both teams fight, and then...

Somehow, I don't believe it.

#14 time!

While Dracula's supposed to be dead, the nearby villagers obey his every command, even after death: they must get their master's body, and kill anyone who's on their path. Oops!

The villagers actually succeed, by the way.

As they take away Dracula's body, the mysterious Dr Sun, elsewhere seems quite interested in vampires as well. Why? Who knows!

We find that Taj's alive (and I'm grateful). However, as Dracula's life escapes his body, the villagers regain consciousness and let him rot in a field. In a nearby church, a man struggling with faith sees in Dracula's shining coffin a sign of God.

Our heroes soon learn of this, as that man, Josiah Dawn, makes a show of the lord's resurrection.

You sure about that, Josiah?

In spite of our heroes' efforts, he removes the knife planted in Dracula's chest, and my husband comes back to life. As he prepares to slay Josiah...

"NoOoOoO! ThE cRoSs! ThE aCcUrSeD cRoSs!"

He's so pathetic, I love him.

Wonderful lighting in these pages as you can see.

Interesting issue. Dracula definitely has issues concerning the old papa in the sky.

In issue #15...

Dracula dies again.

Dear artists, thank you so much for this cover, for I am thirsting.

Actually, the cover lies. Dracula recounts some of his previous exploits. In this particular one, he feigned being killed, and he decided to play with his victim. There the man was, suddenly chased by dozens of rats! He ended up killed by wolves, not so easily avoided...

As Dracula complains about the sanctity of mariage and the lack thereof in recent times, he witnesses a husband blackmailing his wife, who was determined to divorce... and promptly gets pushed off the cliff.

Stunning page. The borders, the cliff shot, Dracula, the juxtaposition between both kisses... and I can't help but say, "slay!", at that woman, who wants to avenge herself.

Later, Dracula speaks to an immortal man who asks him to take him to the pool of blood he used to become immortal.

Dracula enjoys the hunt, however. He loves the thrill, the possibility to gloat. I think he'd quickly get unsatisfied. The reason of the chase is the chase itself.

He got duped. Adorable!

See, that's what I was saying!

Well, what a design!

The Scotsman killed him, by the way.

In the end, Dracula vows to never die again...!

#16 time!

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!!

In this issue, Dracula fights a skeleton that honestly has a sick-ass design.

I love those panels, too.

Such a great, visually, opponent!

Turns out the man just wanted to be buried in his right place. Dracula takes over the task, understanding the importance of peace.

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeouuuuus! On a train!!!!! I want to read Dracula on a train, yes!!!!

Dracula's actually searching for one of his dear coffins where to rest, and finds himself in Paris. Unfortunately for him, Blade's there too, ready to throw hands!

Oh, the homoeroticism!

Unfortunately for the heroes, Dracula had a secret FIFTH hideout and gets through the night unscathed.

Next stop: Munich! Dracula wants to go to Transylvania, and he decides to take the train.

My question is: is the Lord of the Undead too feeble to fly from France to Transylvania? I thought he was real powerful, guys!

Meanwhile, Dr Sun finds himself a very competent vampire. Good for him!

*smiles very happily reading the word "Austria"*

Dracula gets scared the shit out of him by a kid pointing a gun on his back, soon joined by his ashamed mom. The kid also compares him to Spock thanks to his ears, and I'm pretty sure Dracula sees this as one of the worst moments in his life. We learn in that same scene that Dracula had two kids, a boy and a girl. Lore!

Anyway, he gets them back to their room. Or rather, he offers to, then quickly drinks some of the mom's blood, who shrieks and alerts everybody.

The French guard of the weird new duo shoots at Dracula several time.

Needless to say, Dracula is *not* amused.

... Dangit, I reached the max number of pictures!

Anyway, the French guy is thrown out, the two heroes find Dracula, gorgeous panels ensue, Dracula shit talks Frank, the second member of the duo dies, also thrown out...

... and a mysterious somebody retrieves their briefcase and announces that as planned (and wanted by Dr Sun), this duo is dead!

Hmmmm!

Next time: a cross-over with Werewolf by Night? Why not!

#dracula #marvel #comics #comic books #vampire #blade

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that-trans-chick-named-lunar · 1 year

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get to know me ask game

thank you @bbs-butt for the tag!! It's been never since my last confession

RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it (imma be real with u here chief... its early in the morning and I can figure this out so I'll just mark it)

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // ++I have one or more piercings++ // ++I have at least one tattoo (got my latest one like... yesterday so thats pretty fresh)++// I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // ++I paint my nails++ // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // ++I am pleased with how I look++ // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport (na bro...I just move heavy things) // I can play an instrument// ++I am artistic++ // ++I know more than one language++ // ++I have won a trophy in some sort of competition++ // ++I can cook or bake without a recipe++ // ++I know how to swim++ // ++I enjoy writing++ // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // ++I enjoy singing++ // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // ++I enjoy spending time with friends++ // ++I travel during work or school breaks (whenever is appropriate, rn for example I do not travel, I work)++// I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // ++I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years(been a fucking second hasn't it opd chap)++ // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // ++I am adopted++ // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // ++I give advice to my friends++ // ++I have made an online friend++ // ++I met up with someone I have met online (sure did buckeru...met loads of these creeps already! Some are very very nice... actually all of them...come to think of it)++

AESTHETICS

++I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (how exactly is this aesthetics?)++//++ I have watched the sun rise(I mean...yes? Every day?)++ // ++I enjoy rainy days(actually thats fair... though to be totally honest I enjoy most days)++// ++I have slept under the stars++ // I meditate outside // ++the sound of chirping calms me (can hear it rn!)++ // ++I enjoy the smell of the beach++ // ++I know what snow tastes like++ // I listen to music to fall asleep // ++I enjoy thunderstorms++ // I enjoy cloud watching // ++I have attended a bonfire++ // I pay close attention to colors // +++I find mystery in the ocean(if mystery means: new species, new survival strategies, new things to learn in a biological sense then yes)++// ++I enjoy hiking on nature paths++ // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

++I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle(not whilst driving it but otherwise yes)++// I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies //++ I am involved in extracurricular activities(if u know what I mean)++// ++I enjoy Mexican food(I enjoy most food)++//++ I can drive a stick shift(oh...so this was made by an American huh? Fuck automatic, I want to be in control of the god damn car all right?!)++// ++I believe in true love(depending on what this means, yes I do)++// ++I make up scenarios to fall asleep++ // ++I sing in the shower(rarely)++// I wish I lived in a video game // ++I have a canopy above my bed(I have been growing a viny plant for years now, it is large enough to couver my bed)++// I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

This is the point where I tag people I suppose.

@noireshot and @honigsenfsymbiont that would be very interesting!

And given I don't actually know how many dogs you have (I do but don't tell anyone) @peppermintbiotics of course...ya fucking legend!

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blogofhorror · 1 year

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A List Of Movies That Terrified Me As A Kid

1. The Blair Witch Project

I watched this thinking it was a documentary, so that messed me up so bad! I was terrified to walk to school through the path in the woods!

2. Final Destination

I watched this and when I fell off my bike and rolled down a hill, and didn't get hurt, I thought "oh my god I didn't die and now death is gonna come after me!" I was a dramatic child!

3. American Psycho

I might sound stupid for this! When I was young I lived in the apartment next to a business man. So that movie was all I could think when I walked past him! He was actually a really nice guy!

4. Child's Play

I watched and loved Toy Story, so the idea of my toys being alive was already fresh in my mind. So when I saw the toy come to life and attack people I was TERRIFIED! I did end up locking my He-man action figure in my mom's China cabinet! That movie definitely stuck with me for a while. Now I get really excited at the sight of a Chucky doll!

5. The Exorcist

(I was technically a teen but oh well) I was told by my mom that this movie was really boring, or the beginning was. So I was on a date and a local theater was showing The Exorcist for it's anniversary of when it came out. And the person I was going out with thought it would be really cool if we went to go see it. I was TERRIFIED. I didn't know how to explain that I was to scared to walk home alone after, but he was understanding and walked with me.

6. IT

I hated clowns when I was 6. I love them now but I saw this movie and was terrified to go near the sewers on my path to school. I hated the annual circus cause I knew clowns would be there! I love clowns now though!

#blogofhorror #horror movies #the blair witch project #final destination #american psycho #child's play #the exorcist #IT

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musicwaman · 2 years

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stuff happened today? not much to talk about I feel.

I was late to picking up my friend carmen. I had to shower and I was late when I started showering lol. I like to stay in bed. actually i’m kind of lying about that, but since i’m saying this to a void that could look back whenever it wants to, i’m not going to say it. wonder how that could affect my future if I did talk about it? I assume my digital footprint is large… eh, you probably understand anyway?

anyway, stepdad, john, was a bit annoyed, and the whole guilt of being like 20 minutes late to picking up my best friend kinda made me step back and go, “oh, yeah I should actually do something about this.” and I will. I will actually try being on time for once. hm..

so, we picked up carmen, who, despite being 20 minutes late, hadn’t even started getting ready? it’s ok tho, she got ready in like 6 minutes. oh also, carmen had to leave around 4:30, she plays basketball and had to leave for her game! pretty cool stuff. in her opinion. I don’t really care about sports, and I told her that I would probably go watch her game, but I just.. don’t want to lol. I don’t really find it all that interesting. and also don’t want to go to a place where there’s.. people *shudder.*

alright, so, me and carmen went for a walk, and she wanted to get back at my house by 2:45. we both realized we walked a bit to far to be back that soon, and I was just going to, you know, normally turn around and walk the other way. but carmen, NOTICED A PART OF A FENCE THAT WAS KNOCKED OVER, AND STEPPED THROUGH IT. oh yeah also good to mention our walk had many little curves and turns and whatnot. so yeah, THEN SHE TELLS ME TO FOLLOW HER. this was so abysmal to me, and it felt like a movie. she was the brave one, taking the more dangerous path through a mini-forest with thorns everywhere, and I was the cowardly one, wanting to take the safer path, the path I trusted and the path I knew. so ermm.. what did I do? well my cheeks got red out of confusion and I followed her. ow, those thorns though. so yeah, we’re still going through this forest, and we see some non-foresty bits, cool, we head out there, us both nearly tripping and falling on the weird red thorn twig thing that came out of the ground, did a little loop and went back it. as we keep walking, we see that this field was massive! and there was a little patch of trees in the middle of it, which housed a nice shady place. there was also a house close to where we were standing. it was an odd yellow house, didn’t think much of it, but we kept our distance… carmen walks through the center trees and once I get there as well we notice an iron-chain fence around the perimeter. I think nothing much of it, and carmen suggests, to get home faster, we should hop the fence. i’ve never hopped a fence, and I don’t intend to. so what did I do?? I noticed the entrance, with the gate wide open- then I realized. oh shit, i’ve been here before. I ran over to the entrance of the of the gate and sure enough, right on the front. “NO TRESPASSING”. ah, ok, so carmen and me just trespassed over someone’s private property. i’m sure that’s fine 👍

me and carmen follow the road to go home, and obviously make it there successfully. then I kinda cuddled up on her while wahr went on her phone until her mom came to pick her up at 4:30 for her game. I wished her good luck and so did john. :)

that’s the most important thing that happened. pretty cool, looking back on it now. can’t believe we didn’t get caught trespassing.

god, i’ve said way to much stuff and I’m real fucking tired I almost fell asleep 4 times typing this.

good night.

ohhh my god I woke up and I guess I literally just fell asleep after writing good night I didn’t even post it augh im still tired. but now i’m posting it.

#my thoughts #autism #self love #loveyourself

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chewablepebbles · 2 years

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Watching Nope as a born and bred horse trainer was SOOO something. So somethings. I think I shall give Star Darlin' a day off tomorrow and just have fun with her.

#we will play Water Hose and Lip Grab and it will be fun #she can eat the grass from the new rain and we will chase each other in the front field #i watched that movie with my MOM and oh my god. this is the path.#im trying SO HARD to get out from under her name and have people just know how good I am!#my style isnt like hers sure. its slower and easier on the horse. i train the rider too because its for nothing otherwise #my project horse is prince. he was broken. i dont like riding him because he was broken to be ridden.#i am trying to get him to be a horse again and not just the thing under the saddle #jabberjos

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 2 years

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Two Sides of the Coin | Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: You’re in love with two boys who were completely the opposite, but also had one thing in common; both were in love with the same girl. How would you choose?

A/N: this is not no threesome fic. This is wholeheartedly about you falling in love with both boys and how you have to make the difficult decision on who to chose. oh man I have read this over and over. I love this fic so much and I hope you do too.

Word Count: 4.6k

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Steve Harrington was the boy next door. Literally. He lived next door and you two had grown up together, going through middle school glued to each other’s hips and eventually ended on different sides of the street during high school. isn’t that how it usually works out?

He went the jock route and you found yourself as a quiet outcast, keeping to yourself. Even though you ended up on different paths, you two didn’t stop being friends in your own way. And even though Steve was a part of the jocks, they all knew you were off limits, no matter the reason.

You were Steve Harrington’s girl and every single person in the school knew it.

Growing up, you two were inseparable. You two rode bikes down the street together, shared ice cream on the hot summer days. You two camped out in your back yard searching for shooting stars. You’d even gone on vacation with the Harrington family on multiple occasions. Your mom considered Steve her son and his mom invited you to the family Christmases. It was only inevitable; how could you two not fall in love?

It had happened when you two were 16 at the annual summer camp out, laying together in the grass on a red blanket. There was always the longing for each other, the lingering touches. Steve sometimes would get bashful as he tried to compliment you and you’d be the same bashful mess as you accepted them.

It was like the standard romantic movie, you two subconsciously inched closer to each other, both of your hearts pounding against your chest. Steve was thinking, “I’m going to kiss her,” and you were wishing he would.

Both your hands touched, you two stared into each other’s eyes and soon his lips were on yours, his hand on your cheek, your fingers in his hair. He’d situated himself in between your legs and... dot dot dot.

He was your first and you were his. And when his friends found out Steve lost his V card, they managed to squeeze out who, the details about how it went down and well, everything about you in your most intimate moment; a moment that should have stayed between you and Steve.

You were humiliated by 3rd period on the first day of school; labeled immediately as a slut, whore, etc. The girls who’d been after Steve for years, envious it had been you.

You bursted out of the school in tears and Steve was hot on your heels, apologizing profusely. He didn’t mean for them to spread the rumors or what he’d told them.

He felt popular as he told the story of losing his v card over the summer, the boys looking up to him as a god. It was a power hunger moment.

“Do you even hear what they are calling me now!” You pointed to the school, some had gathered at the door to watch the two of you. You were sobbing, unable to control your emotions and your heart breaking into a million pieces there on the sidewalk in front of the school, “Some guy just came up to me and asked if I’d show him what was up my skirt since I showed you!” You cried out in humiliation.

His heart ached; He’d done this to you, this was all his fault and he knew you’d never forgive him. Losing him is what scared him the most. “Y/n,” He reached for you, wanting to comfort you, to wipe your tears. He wanted this to go away, to turn back time, but he knew there was no going back. The damage was done.

You stepped back from him, like his touch would have burned your skin. He was now a stranger as he stood across from you, “Don’t! Don’t you dare. I never want to see or speak to you again Steve Harrington.”

You could see the tears welling in his brown eyes. Any other moment you would have comforted him, but now it angered you. How dare he cry? He was the reason this was happening!

“Please, don’t do this.” His voice cracked and he reached out for you once more. One last plea.

You turned your back on him and never spoke to him since.

There were small greetings, like a nod, a wave, if you met in the halls or out in your driveways, but that was it. An almost 7 year friendship over in only 3 hours.

Steve had found out which of his so-called friends had spread the news and he’d beat the guy into a blubbering apologetic mess. He warned the next person who spoke an ill word about you would be next.

You and Steve were forgotten by the end of the week, another couple becoming the talk of the school.

Even after you’d heard what he did, you still wouldn’t speak to him. He’d shared something so intimate, so special to public ears and you felt betrayed and mortified. The person you’d come to trust and love and the person you shared this connection with the rest of your life became a memory and a stranger.

Eddie Munson was the one who picked up your broken pieces off the sidewalk and gingerly placed them back together. You’d been reading the Hobbit as you ate your lunch when he’d approached in all his glory.

“ “There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but is it not always quite the something you were after.” “ (J.R.R. Tolkien, the Hobbit)

He was the last person you’d expected to see standing across the table and quoting the Hobbit at that. His fingers fiddled nervously with his long hair and his pink lips curved into a tiny smile, “Too cheesy?”

“Quoting the book the girl you want to talk too is reading?” He takes a seat on the stool across from you.

You let out a soft laugh, gently closing your bookmarked page, “No.. it’s actually genius.”

He grimaced, “it was cheesy.”

You laugh and nod in agreement, “Definitely.”

He chuckles, hanging his head for a moment, peeking at you from under his bangs, “Eddie Munson.” His hand shot out to you.

“Y/n Y/L/N.” You shake his in return, “But I do know who you are, you didn’t have to introduce yourself.”

He places his hand over his heart, “You know me? Little ole me?”

“Yes,” You laugh, “How could someone not know you! You’re the leader of Hellfire…” Your eyebrows crease in thought, “You’re also in the band..” You snap your fingers, trying to yield the name to come to you.

He’s smile never faltered as he stared at you; you knew who he was. “Corroded Coffin.”

“Corroded Coffin!” You point at him, “yes!”

The two of you talked for a moment about the Hobbit, where you were in the book, if you liked it so far but the bell rang, cutting the conversation short.

He invited you to come watch him play the next day, adding, “No pressure though.” He stood from the table, mimicking your motion.

You hung your bag over your shoulder and shrugged, “I don’t have anything tomorrow. Maybe I’ll stop by.”

He rounded the table, grabbing your tray for you, “Really?” He asked, unbelieving. You would say this but he knew, there was a chance you wouldn’t show.

You made your way to the exit as he followed, “Don’t get too excited.” You pointed a finger at him, a teasing tone, “I said maybe.”

He chuckles, tossing your tray, “Got it.”

As the two of you made your way out of the door, Steve bumped directly into you. It was an awkward moment as you stared at him, Eddie glancing between the two of you and Steve doing it to you and Eddie.

“Sorry.” Steve apologizes, stepping back and holding out his arm for you to walk ahead.

You step forward and Eddie follows but Steve places a hand on his shoulder to stop him, leaning forward, “She’s not available. You got it?”

Eddie knows, or he’d heard what had happened between you and Steve from others. He knew Steve was only trying to intimidate him and decided to humor him, “Sure, man.”

Eddie meant to catch up with you, but you’d already disappeared into the crowd toward your next class.

You hated yourself for still having a sliver of feelings toward Steve. It was this tiny piece, a tiny bomb waiting to explode. Deep down you knew there was a part of you that would always love him. Even if you moved on to another, you two shared such a strong and intimate connection. He would always be the first boy you loved and would always be the first person you’d given yourself too.

He would always be waiting in the back of your mind.

The first time you’d seen him and Nancy together broke you. You’d left the room in tears and cried in the large bathroom stall. After you’d calmed down, you hated yourself for letting that emotion get to you. He didn’t deserve that from you, but it hurt because he and Nancy were what you and he could have been.

As you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection, you told yourself to forget about him. He’d moved on and so would you. You heard the familiar beat of Steve’s favorite song and roll your eyes, pushing your curtains aside to see him waxing his 80s BMW. This was probably the 3rd time he’d done it this week. However, this time he was doing it shirtless.

You found yourself subconsciously staring, tilting your head as you scanned is bare skin, when had he..

You scoffed, shaking your head and closing the curtains. No, stop. You checked your outfit once more, perfect for going to listen to Eddie’s band. You bounded down the stairs, bidding goodbye to your parents with a kiss on the cheek. They asked where you were going.

“To listen to Eddie Munson’s band!”

“Oh fun!” Your mom comments from the kitchen, “Please be careful and be home by 9.”

“10?” you bargain with a grin.

Your mom sighs, looking to your father who’s lounging in his chair in front of the TV, “let her stay out until 10. What’s one hour?”

“Fine, 10.” You mom says, pointing a finger at you, “no later!”

“Yes ma’am.” You kiss her on the cheek once more before exiting the house.

As you make your way down your walkway to your car you hear Steve call out to you. You glance over your shoulder to see him jogging toward you, “y/n.”

“What?” You ask with an irritable sigh, facing him.

He throws the rag over his shoulder, hands on his hips, “How are you?”

“Seriously, Steve?” You narrow your eyes at him and open the door, “That’s what you’re going to ask? We haven’t spoken in almost 2 years and that’s-”

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” He stops you from getting into your car with a hand on the hood of the car in front of you, sandwiching you between him and your car door.

“I’m on my way out and I’m already late.” You toss your purse in the passenger side, crossing your arms over your chest.

You can see his eyes dance over you. God, how had you managed to only grow more beautiful? Cut it out, he tells himself. He finally says, “You look.. beautiful.”

You were caught off guard with only a few words you felt like you were 16 again.

He wanted to catch you off guard and once his mission was complete, he gave a smile, fighting the urge to move the piece of hair off your forehead. He drops his arm and steps back, “You know my mom is always asking me about you.” He runs a hand through his long hair and takes another few steps, “She’s really missing your peanut butter cookies..” He then fully turns around and walks back to his car like he hadn’t thrown you for a complete loop.

You felt like you were in a fog as you drove to Eddie’s show. You couldn’t even remember if you’d stopped at a red light. How could Steve still have that effect on you?

The parking lot at the Hideout wasn’t as packed as you thought it would be, especially since you were already 20 mins late to his show. You quickly headed in, the music thumping in your ears as soon as you entered the building.

You spotted the band on stage, Eddie working miracles on his guitar. He looked so content, so happy. You bit your lip in a smile, finding seat at a table against the wall.

He’d seen you walk in and immediately missed a note, which was noticeable by his band mates who gave him a stern look. He gave them an apologetic shrug, mouthing sorry and getting grounded once more.

You’d actually shown up and here you were, sitting pretty on one of the stools, nodding your head to the beat of a song you’d probably never even heard of. His eyes met yours and your face lit up in a smile, you gave a quick wave.

He returned the smile, stepping forward for his solo to end the song.

There were a few claps in the crowd, but yours stood out as you cheered, “Woo!” and clapping the loudest out of the audience.

He quickly sets his guitar on the stand and jumps off stage, heading your way.

“you guys were amazing!”

“Oh gosh,” He waves you off, “We’re decent.” He takes the seat across from you, sweat on his temples.

You slide your drink toward him, knowing he needed it more than you, “Your solo at the end was killer.”

“thank you,” He’s grateful and sips generously on the coke, “I can’t believe you came!” He says with a smile, extending his arms out toward you, like you were a queen on a thrown.

“I told you I might stop by.” You say with a shrug.

He glances at the stage, probably only a few more minutes left in the break, “It’s pretty great looking out from the stage and seeing the most beautiful girl in Hawkins nodding to your music.”

“Oh goodness, I don’t know about the most beautiful, there’s plenty of girls in Hawkins.” You wave him off crossing your leg over the other. “And they are all for sure prettier than little me!”

“Eddie, let’s go!” His band mates call out to him.

“Yeah yea okay, one sec!” He calls over his shoulder, turning his attention back to you.

“You better go!” You motion with your hands, “you have fans waiting for you.”

He raises his eyebrows, looking around the place, “Um, where?”

“Eddie!”

“Yeah yeah, okay!” He hops off the stool, “You’ll be here after this next set, right? You’re not going to sneak out?”

“I will be here,” You reassure him and he grins and starts toward the stage but turns around, “I have one question I just have to know.” He gently bangs his hand on the table, “Do you even know any of the songs we’re playing?”

You bite your lip with a smile, shaking your head, “I have absolutely no idea.”

He lets out a belly laugh, making you laugh, “god you’re killing me.” He starts back to the stage, “Killing me woman!”

As he hops onto stage, he places the guitar over his shoulder, him and his band mates in a conference. They disagree with what he’s telling them, “it’s just one song.” He tells them. “One song for this one night.” They visibly groan but nod, taking their places.

He steps to the front, lips close to the mic, “Okay this next song is dedicated to the, and I mean THE most beautiful girl in Hawkins.” He winks at you with a smile.

You roll your eyes at him. Show off.

You recognize the instrumental opening immediately and your jaw dropped. This wasn’t what the band plays. It wasn’t their type of music at all. But this, it was what you listened to on repeat for hours, blaring through the speakers as you danced through your bedroom. And Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin just dedicated the song to you. There was no way he would sing-

“There’s a boy, I know, he’s the one I dream of-”

You threw your head back in a laugh, shaking your head, this couldn’t be happening. “Stop it!”

“oh, I lose control, can’t seem to get enough, uh-huh-” He wanted to keep the smile on your face forever and if it meant his metal band would play Whitney Houston, then by damned he’d do it.

You danced your way to the front, happily singing along. You and Eddie locked eyes and he smiled as he sang the chorus, “How will I know! How will I know if she really loves me!”

You sang happily along, hand over your chest as your hips swayed to the music. It was the best moment of your life and the moment your heart, the heart you kept guarded and locked away from any betrayers, opened for Eddie Munson.

You were thrown for a loop as you boxed up the peanut butter cookies. You reminded yourself, you didn’t make these for Steve, they were for Mrs. Harrington. She did love your peanut butter cookies.

“These are for Mrs Harrington,” You mumbled under your breath as you walked across your lawn and up the stairs to Steve’s house. Before, you would have just waltzed in, so it felt weird to knock. Did they even have a doorbell?

Steve jumped up from the couch, peeking outside to see you. He shook his hair out, smoothing it back with his fingers and opened the door, “Hey!”

You pushed the box toward him, “Peanut Butter Cookies for your mom.” You wanted to be quick and get the heck up out of here.

“Thank you.” He opened the box and took a bite of the soft gooey goodness, “Oh man,” He moaned, “and they’re fresh out of the oven.” He moaned again at another bite, “I forgot how much I missed them.”

You tilted your head at him, “Those are supposed to be for your mom. You said she missed them.”

He smiles sheepishly at you, “Would you have made them if I told you I missed them?”

“Steve!”

“I’m sorry,” He groans, closing the cookie box, “I’ve been craving them. I even tried to get Mrs. Wheeler- ” He catches himself and sees the look on your face at the mention of Wheeler.

“Tell your mom I said Hi.” You turn to leave.

“No wait!” He gently grabs your arm and forces you to face him, “Please, I’m sorry.” His shoulders sag, “You know you make the best… No one can reciprocate your recipe. You know how that turned out.”

You let out a small laugh at the memory when his mother tried to make the cookies using your recipe, but they turned out god awful. They turned hard and you would have broke a tooth trying to bite into them.

He chuckles, “We couldn’t even bite into the suckers!”

The laughter dies down as the moment is over, “I should get back, I need to clean up the kitchen.”

He holds the box up to you, his eyes are soft, “Can’t you come in for some milk and cookies?”

“Steve..”

“It’s just milk and cookies. I’ll even sit on the far end of the table.” He offers.

You glance to the house, and back to him, caving, “Fine, but I want regular milk. None of that chocolate milk you love with them so much.”

He smiles proudly as he follows you into the home, “You act like it’s the worst thing on the planet.”

“because it is!” You take a seat at the table as he puts the cookies in front of you, working his way around the kitchen to get cups. Second cabinet from the sink. The milk in the bottom shelf of the door. Nothing had changed. You’d even took your old seat at the table.

He sets the glass in front of you and does as he said he would, sits on the far end of the table.

“Steve. Don’t even think about it.” You slide the chair opposite to you, back with your foot, “You can sit in your spot.”

“Thank god. I feel like I’d have to yell at you to have a conversation.” He gets up and takes the seat.

You playfully roll your eyes, breaking the cookie in half, “It’s a Saturday, you don’t have basketball?”

“Tonight.” He says with a mouthful of cookies. He gulps down a sip of chocolate milk, leaving a milk mustache. “We’re playing Banner County tonight, you should come. It’s going to be a good game. Both of us are tied for State.”

Before you even realize what you’re doing, you reach across with a napkin and wipe away the chocolate mustache. It was muscle memory, something you always did for him. You flushed with embarrassment when you realized what you did.

His chewing had slowed as he watched you. You slowly pulled you hand away, “I’m-I’m so sorry.. I don’t know why I-” you dropped the napkin on the table.

“No.. it’s,” he clears his throat, “it’s okay.”

“Anyways,” you shake off the embarrassment, changing the subject, “State huh?” That’s great!”

“yeah uh, we have to win tonight’s game though.” He takes another bite of the cookie, “You think you could make it tonight? The whole school is going…”

“Oh um I don’t know, maybe? I have a good bit of homework to catch up on.”

“right, yeah,” he furrows his eyebrows together, “of course, no worries.”

An awkward silence fell between you. He stared at you as you focused on your cookie. He startled you when he reaches across the table and placed his hand on yours, “Y/n, look at me.”

You shook your head, tears filling them. The emotions were strong as you sat here in your chair, eating cookies and milk like you used to do. And it felt right, that’s what made it confusing. You felt comfortable there with him.

“Y/n,” He repeats a little more sternly, but you still stubbornly decline. He gets up from the table and comes to your side, “don’t make me move the chair to face me like I used to do when we were kids.”

You finally force yourself to look at him, lip trembling and your eyes are glossy.

His shoulder sag, “y/n..” The way he says your name so softly was enough to send your tears over the edge and into a sob. He gathers you in his arms and you’re hit with his familiar smell.

He holds you as you sob, his eyes watery, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats the apology, “I was a stupid kid and I didn’t think they would say anything. I never meant to hurt you. I really didn’t.”

He withdrew from you, knuckles wiping away tears on your cheeks, “You have to believe me, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You bottom lip quivers and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

“I was a stupid kid. Losing you that day was the worst thing that could have happened to me. I was lost without my best friend, without my girl by my side.”

You sniffle, “I shouldn’t have been so harsh. Maybe we should have talked things over,”

He nods, “We should have. Both of us were too stubborn for that.” He teases, earning a soft laugh from you. He smiles in victory, “There’s that laugh I love to hear.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe the tears, “Damn you Steve Harrington.”

“I know, damn me.” His thumb gently caresses your cheek, “Damn me.” He says it softly the second time, lost in your eyes. They still had that sliver of color in the top iris, different from your main eye color. The scar from when you fell and hit your head on his diving board above your eyebrow now barely visible.

The moment is broken as his parents walk through the door, “oh!” His mom immediately smiles at the sight of you, trying to ignore the fact she did walk into a moment and you were crying, “do I smell peanut butter cookies…” She sets down her groceries at the door and heads straight toward you.

You stand and meet her with a hug, “Hi Mrs. Harrington.”

She squeezes you a little tighter, “Oh honey, it’s so good to see you.” She pulls away and cups your cheeks like a mother does, “So good to see you.”

You arrived at the game early, walking into the gymnasium. Both teams were on the court warming up. Steve wouldn’t admit it but he’d been checking the door every time it opened, hoping it was you and finally it was.

You two caught each other’s glances and he quickly threw the ball at one of his buddies, jogging over to you, “You came!”

“How could I say no to your mother?”

“Yeah, she’s hard to say no too. Plus, she’s missed her favorite daughter,” he pokes at your arm earning a laugh from you. “I think my parents are somewhere in the crowd.” He turns toward the bleachers.

You scanned the crowd and spotted the Harrington’s sitting a couple rows up. she smiles and waves you over. “There they are, I better go sit down. The game is about to start.” It’s almost like you could feel the stares and hear the whispers. There was a group of girls at the first row of bleachers, the same girls who’ve envied you for being best friends with Steve and for well, being his first.

He could hear them too and glances at them, “Yeah, I should probably go finish warming up.”

As you start to walk away, he grabs your arm, “hey, anyone says anything to you, let me know. I’ll handle it.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, “Steve, I can handle myself.”

“Okay,” His hand lingers for a moment on your arm. He doesn’t want to let go.

“Steve go,” You laugh, pushing him toward his team who were now huddled together.

He does head toward them but periodically checks back on you on your way up to his parents.

“and the Hawkins Tigers win! They win! They’re on their way to State!”

The whole place erupted in cheers and confetti went everywhere. Steve had made the winning basket after falling behind near the end.

He hadn’t had time to find you in the crowd after making the basket, because the team enveloped him, screaming and yelling. The team jumped around cheerfully. The team would be going to state for the first time in 15 years!

As the celebration died down a little, you made your way down toward Steve. He was pushing through the crowd toward you and when you two were only a few feet away, your eyes met.

However, the moment was ruined as a brown curly headed girl came running in, jumping in Steve’s arms; Nancy Wheeler. You’d almost forgotten her completely. Steve’s girlfriend.

And suddenly you were hit with the realization. You couldn’t be doing this, not with Steve. He had a girlfriend. You couldn’t just jump headfirst into something with him like this. It had been a mistake coming inside at his home, sharing those few moments. You may had forgiven him, but in the end he’d broken your heart and your soul. He’d hurt you in such a horrible way, making you vulnerable. You couldn’t open your heart to him this soon, he’d been the reason you’d closed it in the first place. You wouldn’t make this mistake again.

And what about Eddie? He was the one who allow you to feel something for someone again. He was the one you’d opened your heart for, and you needed to keep it that way. He made you feel safe. You knew your heart was safe in his hands.

You quickly disappeared into the crowd before he could find you.

Oh gosh I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed writing this fic. I hope you enjoyed it too.

Please reblog and comment! Likes are cool too but my inspiration comes from those reblogs and comments. I love hearing feedback. It’s my juice that keeps these fics going.

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Thoughts about Cha Cha Real Smooth (2022) with spoilers because I watched it two weeks ago and can’t stop thinking about it.

It has all of the flirty, heart-flutteryness of romcoms but also makes you low-key dread everything at the same time because we know and Andrew knows that Domino is engaged, so for basically the entire movie you’re wondering when it’s all gonna blow up in their faces. And then it really doesn't??? It blows up Andrew's perception of what was happening and what he imagined their future together would be, but theres no explosive fight or intense confrontation about her cheating.

And at first you think she’s stuck in this unhappy engagement and Andrew's gonna pull her out of it, and you're like, "oh shit is she really gonna get with this 22 yo kid who works at meat sticks??" And then she's finally honest about her intentions and everything makes sense.

She's not just an unhappily engaged 32 yo woman cheating on her partner. She's actually happily engaged but scared, and she's so nervous that she's gonna fuck up her marriage that she's self-sabotaging.

And then Andrew is attached to her because he finally found something that he's good at, and he thinks that this is his path. And all of the aimless drifting that comes with having just graduated college is suddenly fixed by Lola and Domino. He sees an actual future for himself, a future tethered to reality and not some fantasy in Barcelona. But Domino, as attached as she is, wants him to go live his 20s the way that she didn't get to. So it's this bittersweet, but very real ending that's in everyone's best interest.

And it hits every corner and every line of my heart-brain. I feel like it exists on the line. It lives in this in-between space the entire time, where it feels like nothing is defined. None of Andrew's relationships are defined. Even his relationships with his family are grey. He's an older brother, but he's also kind of a dad to David. He's a son, but he's also kind of a friend and caretaker??? to his Mom. It feels like all of the relationships in the film are in-between, and I think that makes it feel more real. Even the relationship between his Mom and Stepdad Greg is in-between. Is she IN LOVE with Stepdad Greg the way that we (and Andrew) think married people should be? It doesn't seem like it. But he does have money and stability and he cares about her, and she likes him enough for that to be ok, and that is real.

This movie destroyed me emotionally, and it might just be because i'm in my late 20's and sort of in transition from Andrew's phase of life to Domino's phase, and maybe that's why it hit me so hard. Or maybe it was all of the stuff about depression, but good god this movie pummeled me.

#cha cha real smooth #i screamed AGH FUUCKK ME when the movie ended #and not just because dakota johnson is very hot in it #deanne talks about films

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honeypiehotchner · 3 years

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My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot

This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp

(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)

quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy

small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)

Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.

Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end

You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.

With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.

“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.

“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”

You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.

Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.

You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.

The colors are gone.

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twenty years later

You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.

The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.

Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.

“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.

You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.

You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.

It’s never you.

You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.

All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?

You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.

As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.

You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.

“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”

“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”

“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”

Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.

“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”

You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.

“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.

“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”

You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?

“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”

Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”

Blue. Blue.

You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.

+++

seven months later

“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”

“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”

She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.

“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”

“Oh. Cool. Who?”

“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”

You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”

“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”

“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”

“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.

“Sooo, you’ll come?”

You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”

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“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.

“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”

“Fine.”

Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.

Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.

One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.

You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.

After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.

“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”

Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.

There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.

“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”

But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”

“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”

“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.

His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”

At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.

But neither you or Tom move one inch.

The only issue is people are beginning to stare.

You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”

“Don’t you have to sit up front?”

He nods. “I do, but—”

“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.

“I’m sure.”

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x soulmate!reader #tom hiddleston soulmate au #soulmate au #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #completely self indulgent #as always

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