#idk if I should tag flayed ones

[goblin-enjoyer]

Controversial TADC take but pomni should totally get to do flayed one stuff once a week for her mental health.

[jefferythejelly]

ok more kidfic: do u have any pregnancy hcs? Especially for Foolish bc I've only rarely seen him as a dad :3

u have no idea what u've just unleashed 90% of the brainrot bulletpoint list i have for this au is pregnancy headcanons asjdfadkjs

this is like 90% just copy pasted from that bulletpoint list and slightly edited and also i've had this document since may of last year and have been slowly adding on to it every once in a while since then so FAIR WARNING this post is Quite Long

they try decorating the nursery themselves but neither of them know what to get or how to make it cute so then foolish calls up tina who eventually just makes them call up an interior designer XD

can you imagine them telling their friends abt it. can u imagine how cute auntie tina would be. she would be taking it so serious like she doesnt want any of the responsibility but she wants to be like the cool aunt y'know

random tidbit but i can so imagine a conversation between tina and foosh where they start talkin about the phrase "buns in the oven." like i think tina would think that phrase is really cute. i think that phrase is really cute tbh. hes got buns in the oven :>

following in the vein of nervous-but-excited-newly-pregnant-couple them going to foolish's prenatal care appointments and taking his health like super seriously. also ultrasounds. i dont think either of them would Cry cry but theyd maybe get a little teary eyed lookin at their kids for the first time

on some more classic omegaverse bullshit: punz had always been a bit possessive/protective as a partner and that very much continues once theyre mates and foolish is pregnant. like really frequently is holding his hand or has an arm around him, tries to be really doting and get him whatever he asks. not as common when theyre in public but one of his fave things to do is hug foolish from behind with his hands on his stomach

i'd imagine they have a few arguments esp when foolish is hormonal and does/says shit that annoys punz and he cant understand why. they work it out tho, bc they love each other <3

in the time leading up to foolish's due date his nesting instincts go crazy. theres nests everywhere in the whole house. when hes not sitting chilling in a nest hes making a new one or readjusting one

(this one is real long bc it is a vaguely drafted out scene oops) foolish's water breaks on stream/at least when he's in vc on someone else's stream bc like. i deffo think it would. u think this man would take a break? like the streams would get shorter especially as his hormones and instincts get more fucky but he would still be trying to be on that grindTM. and (bcuz this is the part i actually vaguely researched) he's been having like the irregular not actually real contractions (theres a name im forgetting it rn) so hes gotten used to just like feeling them, noting when the time is, and brushing it off when it doesnt happen again. so he's in vc with someone, i'm thinking tina lets just say tina, and he's in the middle of laughing really hard at a joke, but abruptly cuts off his windexing when he feels the whole "rush of fluid" thing and is all like o_o and tina's all like "foolish? you okay?" when he stops laughing like that and foolish is like "uh. i think my water just broke?" which makes tina go all "wait What?! like- like the baby's coming?" "yeah" "foolish!" (chat is freaking out. monkaS monkaW fukW) "shouldnt you like, go to the hospital?" "yeah, uh, bye chat!" (chat has been yelling at him since he said his water broke to end stream) he yells for punz who ofc comes rushing into the room like "whats going on do you need something" and when foolish tells him his water just broke he starts freaking out a little and then foolish has a contraction right then (is that realistic timing tbh its been a while since i did that google search. what i do remember is that theres apparently apps for timing contractions like isnt that neat. anyways) but then theyre like "sorry tina bye!" and then tinas like "good luck!" (is that a normal thing to say idk. even if it isnt it could be funny hashtag awkward girl swag /affectionate) and then they like drive to the hospital and stuff

i just have this image of like the night they come back from the hospital both of them in their nest with the babies laying between them oughhhhhh

listen i just think this is really cute but punz sitting on the edge of the hospital bed while foolish is in labor so he can lean into him and calm down with his scent

actually thought abt it a bit more and mayb this is more general omegaverse hcs but like i think omegas would have an instinct to give birth in a nest which obv is harder to do while also having the support of modern medicine in a hospital but maybe it is more normalized to bring some blankets/pillows/clothes/what have you to make a lil temporary nest in the hospital bed

foolish is way more absentminded/no thoughts head empty than usual (like forgets what hes saying in the middle of a sentence bad) bc of fucked up hormones pregnancy brain

he tries having one or two blankets wrapped around him on stream to be sort of like a temporary nest when his instincts start going wacky. sometimes it works sometimes he accidentally gets too sleepy and begrudgingly admits that he should probably end stream bc he can barely think thru the omega nesting instinct brain fog

actually on that note i think there a couple of times where punz basically forces him to take a break from streaming. it never lasts very long

i have decided that the timing of their baby is such that foolish is like 7/8 months when christmas rolls around bc i was at family christmas brainrotting what it would be like for them to have like cute domestic family christmas while foolish is still pregnant. he falls asleep on the couch leaning against punz's shoulder after dinner its very cute

they maybe do a thing where like they have christmas with one family on eve and one on day and have a slightly chaotic nighttime flight? do the flight times work out for that idk. but its bc their families wanna see them bc theyre all excited for the baby awwww

wait just remembered the whole scene i had imagined for this where they land in mass super late at night/early morning and once they get back to punz's parents house p much immediately go to bed but foolish cant sleep bc the babies keep moving and kicking and punz scootches down so hes all curled up next to his tummy and purrs at them so that they calm down and foolish can sleep

at the end of his pregnancy foolish is just like capital d Done like get these babies out my back hurts im tired my belly is fuckin huge. ive got tits now

punz very happily gives him back massages tho <3 even if he sometimes gets overdramatically whiny about it first

foolish is one day horrified to realize none of his usual foods are appealing and he is instead craving some weird ass food combo

when foolish starts showing more and its gonna be harder to hide on stream they do a cute lil classic pregnancy announcement photo where punz like has his hands around him on his belly (maybe taken by karl? or someone? i just realized i have no idea where i hc them living like i guess its always been vaguely nc but idk if thats like. necessary? idk whatever) but im imagining the one they end up posting isnt even one of the ones they were posing for its like a candid one where theyre looking at each other over foolishs shoulder or like laughing or something idk its cute its not staged and weird lookin

oh also at some point punz convinces foolish to do a maternity photoshoot (well kind of. its just punz taking pics of him in his underwear bc he maybe has a Thing for heavily pregnant foolish) and at first foolish feels kinda embarrassed and silly and punz keeps complimenting him and making him flustered (i have a couple of lil doodles of this + a few other ones related to this au in a sketchbook somewhere but i dont feel like digging them out + taking pics rn ajfsbajskb)

final note would like everyone to know as i was typing this foolish lost his water bucket in mc and he phrased it like "my water just broke" and chat was all like "wow congratulations whos the father." like what are the chances. also why is he like this. also can u really blame me for making this au when he is like this

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.64)

(Sneek Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “Take your time, it’s not like I’m dying over here or anything.” “Shut up Jimin you are not going to die.”

Tags: Angst, Blood, Gore, Maiming, violent acts described perpetrated by loved ones, near death experiences, near death experiences, No one dies, Jimin does not die, Hurt with just a little comfort.

W/c: 7.0k

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter will be a little shorter than usual after such a long weight but i literally could not finish the second half of it in time. i've been going through a rough patch™ which is why recently the updates have been 3 weeks apart instead of just 2 like usual. idk when that will change, this might just be the new reality for me 😭 when i tell you the end of this chapter has a fucking twist to it that i love, you're not prepared!

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

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Chapter 64 Sneak Peak: Pawn and King

The fog covers everything like a balmy damp shadow, the snow going straight to sublimation. Pockets of old streetlamp lights punctuate the darkness. But through it there are husks of metal rising like soldiers. The sky orange behind them from the distant lights of the city,

Jin’s car is there. Hobi spots it. Its blue paint stands out through the overlap of grey brush as his headlights roll over it. And then further in the darkness maybe 50 feet away, Jimin's car. Shiny and black like the husk of an insect.

You're about a mile away from where they must be doing demolition. A singular crane and floodlights shine, casting everything, the river, and this building into a grey-slanted light.

You pull around in the yard in front of the largest and most intact building. You leave the keys in it. Tumbling out the second it glides to a stop.

“Stay here.” You say, but Hobi gets out anyway. He hasn’t noticed the gun tucked into your waistband until now. It makes his pulse tick higher when you take it out. He stares at it.

"Hobi," he looks up at your face, and you flick the safety off. "Sink or swim?"

His hand finds yours. "Swim."

You shake your head like you're angry with yourself, not him. squeezing it once then letting it go. You don’t waste another second arguing. "Stay behind me."

You head off following the disturbed dust, Hobi trailing behind. Ducking from pocket of light to pocket of light.

He always wondered what happened to the gun you’d pointed at him that night you’d run away. That train ticket that still burns a hole in his pocket, a distraction maybe. He's spent the last few months fixating on it- and you of course too. Too fixated to notice the small things that he sees plainly right now. There are facts here that Hobi has not noticed.

The way you hold the gun is not practiced; and why should it be the only one who knows how to handle guns in the pack is Jimin? But the way you walk; completely silent as you transfer your weight from one foot to the other, is heartbreakingly familiar. Hobi knows how and why you've learned to move quietly.

It's almost a dance; the way you glide across the floor. The gun is an extension of your arms, like a dancer's ballet fingers. Spreading and flaying like a wing. Pinky to trigger and index finger along the barrel.

Hobi had always assumed that it belonged to Jimin. Hobi had almost forgotten about it. It was almost 6 months ago now, wasn’t it? there are some things that you never forget, and trauma makes his bones quiet. He's not as good at walking silently as you are- but if the crunch of his red Converse against the gravel bothers you, you do not have a tell.

Hobi feels like he should have asked more questions about it at the time, but now he just bites his lip and stays quiet. You'd promised. You'll tell him in time. Hobi trusts you.

That's the worst thing, isn't it? That Hobi trusts you. You've known he shouldn't since you picked up Jin's call.

Jimin is easy to find if only because he’s sitting in one of those puddles of light, leaning up against one of the containers on the ground floor. Alone. You let out a quiet whimper when you see him. You and Hobi pause in the doorway and Your hand on the gun goes slack

“Minnie!” you forget the gun and run to him, tucking it back into your waistband and falling to your knees at his side. Fingers finding water-dark fabric. Not water- blood.

Hobi stays there, his pulse thudding through his ears, an odd sort of peace to him as he takes in the details. The blood that pools dark on the dusty floor, bubbling. Jimin’s half covered with dust himself. Something wooden and red in his lap. The little bit of blood that’s dripped down his shoulder gathering there. There is a dragged-through patch of dirt a few feet away, more blood, a puddle of it. Jin is nowhere to be found.

Minnie’s eyelashes flutter. “Alpha-” you say. Almost sobbing in relief that he's alive. Alive you can handle. Alive you can work with. You bend down, getting your hand on his cheek.

“Hey pup” he murmurs, he laughs a little, half delirious with pain. He flinches like making the sound hurts him. “You came to the party" he coughs, "did you bring Tae?”

You pull back to look at him. “Tae?”

Jimin grins, eyes fluttering closed, pretty face tipped up against the light. His lips have blood on him- and it looks like a disturbing imitation of Tae’s lipstick. The shadows she leaves on your mouth, on his.

“Yeah- wanna tell her I love her. Wanna tell her that I’m sorry. Could you-" jimin's coughs overtake him, and fresh blood drips down the tips of his fingers, finding home in the soil below.

"Could you tell her for me?”

Coming Saturday December 9th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

The Flayed

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 4.3K

warnings: cursing, panic attacks from byers/going off on everyone, blood/fighting. i think we good!

summary: the pits of hell.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

yall, steve and byers relationship is going through it, im sorry. also feel like my writing is inconsistent for these next few chapters (idk just me?)

@alecmores​ my lovely friend🌟

series masterlist / steve harrington

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You were sure your voice was gonna give out with the volume of your screams. The room that was now confirmed to be an elevator was moving at such a fast speed that you worried you’d hit the ceiling when it reached the bottom.

“Steve!” Calling for your boyfriend with tears flooding your eyes.

This is why you didn’t want to do this. Why you shouldn’t have gotten involved and just called the government. Now you have two children with you in a dangerous environment not knowing what was on the other side. Stupid fucking Russians had to ruin your night cause of their stupid system. 

“Shit! Shit!” “We’re going down! We’re going down!” Steve and Dustin shouted over the noise. And you're pretty sure you’re just sobbing through the screams at this point. Robin shouted to Steve, “Yeah, no shit, Harrington!”

Dustin was smashing his hands into the buttons, but nothing was helping. “Why don’t these buttons work?!” Erica ran to his side, the two of them pressing the same buttons and yelling at each other.

Your fingers were curled tight around a metal table as you hyperventilate. Everything and everyone was just making your panic worse and you feared passing out. The elevator hit the ground hard and everyone lost their foot, falling to the floor with boxes following. Your head hit the bottom of the table and you winced in pain.

You could hear Steve groan, “Oh! My groin. It fell on my groin.” Then he called for Dustin to move a box.

You heard shuffling and Robin asking if everyone was okay, but you could only hear your loud breathing and feel the fast beating of your heart. Palms hit the metal floor as you panted and silently cried, messy hair hiding your face in a curtain.

“(Y/n)? Hey, baby…” The voices sounded as if they were underwater. Garbled and unclear, barely able to understand it’s Steve just from the pet name. A hand falls to your back, trying to use repetitive motions as a way to calm you down.

“Baby, it’s Steve. Dustin, Erica, and Robin are with us. Everyone is okay. We’re safe.” He spoke low and close to your ear.

“We don’t know if-“ “Shut it, Henderson!”

Your hearing got clearer and your breathing slowly evened out, body slightly shook as you managed to push yourself off the floor and shrug Steve’s hands away. Fingernails curled into your palm as you glared at Steve. His eyes were droopy and sad, arms limp at his side, but you needed to get this out.

“We are not safe, Steve. Not even close. We are in a Russian elevator that no one besides us knows about, so they wouldn’t know where to look. We have two underage children in our care to keep safe, which, they or we shouldn’t even be here in the first place! I have said, we should just take this to the authorities! That’s their job! We work in a fucking ice cream shop making five bucks an hour! But you and Dustin, along with Robin, wanted to be nosy American heroes, and Erica just took this as a reason to get free ice cream.” Arms flailing and voice cracking. “I should be home watching Jeopardy on the couch with you or Will. I haven’t heard from Jonathan or my mom all day, who knows if Will's home alone when he shouldn’t be since the last time that happened, he got sucked into the fucking Upside Down!”

You pound your fist into the walls, hurling more words under your breath. You ignored the sting to your wrist as you kept banging and banging, eyes blurry and voice straining. You only stopped when arms wrapped you from behind, they pinned your biceps down and dragged you away from the wall. You struggled against their hold until you gave up, not fighting just letting your emotions get the better of you. 

“I can’t- I can’t do this again. I just can’t.” Legs turn to jelly as you let gravity drag you back to the floor. You just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep into a coma.

Steve, you knew it was him holding you, he fell with you. Your back was pulled to his chest as he shushed you, trying to calm you like a baby. His hand pushed your head towards his neck and you shifted so you leaned on your side, starchy uniform wrinkling in your grip. “I can’t keep… doing this.”

Steve took a deep breath, “I know, baby. I know. We just gotta stick together and we’ll be safe.” He pressed his face into your hair, his eyes closing as he hugged you tighter. He never wants to see you break like this, and he’ll do everything to keep you from cracking further.

“Uh… just so you nerds are aware, I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s. And Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.”

“I don’t care about Tina!” Steve yelled as he moved his hands over your ears. With his mouth close they barely muffled his screaming at Erica. “Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your moms not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

Your ears were uncovered and took in the silence that followed so much yelling. Dustin and Robin are the only two just watching and standing back. Steve kept your head pushed to his neck, his chin digging into your scalp as his palm rubbed your bicep up and down. 

“Hey,” You turned to Dustin. His voice was low and even as he addressed the room. “Why don’t we just climb our way out?” Pointed upward to a square cut into the ceiling.

Steve pulled the both of you off the floor and kissed your salty cheeks. He squatted so Dustin could climb onto his shoulder and push the hatch open. With help from Steve, Dustin was pushed up and then Steve used a table for leverage.

You, Robin, and Erica just looked up and waited for anything. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, pretending it was Steve grounding you.

“Steve!” Robin yelled, “What’s it look like? Can we climb?”

There was thumping and then Dustin’s head popped in with a strained smile. “Uh…”

“Uh, what? Can we climb?” Erica demanded.

“No. We can’t climb, we’re too far down.” Dustin groaned.

You dropped your head. “Son of a bitch,” mumbled under your breath. Steve climbed back in and sighed as he leaned against the wall.

-

“Code red. I repeat, code red. Does anyone copy?”

You could hear Dustin’s voice bouncing off the thick walls from above. He asked for his walkie and said he was gonna try to get some help. He’s been repeating code red for about five minutes now.

“We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found they will torture and kill us.” That was a new one. And if anyone heard that, they would probably think it was a dumb prank.

Steve climbed atop a table and poked his head through the hole. “Hey!” He called to Dustin, “Gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery.”

Dustin’s voice was muffled and you could only hear Steve’s reply, “What do you think, Petey the mall cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?” He shimmied up back to the roof.

You, having nothing to do and wanting to distract yourself, you started stacking and organizing the boxes. Lend a helping hand to the Russians, cause why not? Robin tried pushing different buttons to get the door open or the elevator working again hopefully. And Erica was off to the side sitting down, messing with the container Robin stuffed in her bag.

Then there was a sound and a smell, your nose wrinkling. You heard Robin scuff followed by, “Can you redirect your stream, please?” You looked at the wall and you groaned.

Loud banging filled the silence and you promptly spun to see Erica hitting the green liquid against metal tubs. You rushed to her side and yanked the unknown substance from her tiny hands. “Hey, hey! Be careful, careful, careful! We don’t even know what this is.”

She rolled her eyes, “Exactly. It could be useful.” Robin walked over, “Useful how?”

Erica started a little rant. “We could survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn’t get water it will die.”

“I know that, little miss know-it-all. But I hate to break it to you, but this is not water. Not even close.” Your attitude is starting to match Erica’s.

She shrugged, “No, but it’s a liquid. And if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink.”

You heard Robin scuff and then a distant noise. An electronic whirring. Robin walked to the door and Erica yanked the liquid back when you were distracted. The both of you watched as Robin set her ear to the door and then pushed away to the tables. She climbed up and motioned with her hands to follow.

“We’ve got company.”

Robin went up first and then you made Erica go next, helping her small frame reach the hatch for someone to grab her. You can hear the noise getting closer. You stood on your tiptoes to get as close to the top, fingers stretched to the point of cracking. You weren’t good at pull-ups so you know this is gonna be a difficult task. Luckily, Steve came forward and grabbed your arms tight, and helped pull you upward. You fell into his arms as Dustin closed the lid, and now was the waiting game.

The elevator thudded then stopped meaning it was opened and then you heard two Russian men speaking, their feet shuffling back and forth a few times. Steve looked down into the opening allowing light, you should see the shadows moving. Everyone was tense, keeping as still as possible to not give away the position. Steve held a finger to his lips then he tilted his head slightly in the direction of Erica, who was holding her container of liquid goo.

Steve curled his fingers in a ‘give me’ motion and she slowly handed it off. The two men walked out of the room and now you just waited until they drove away. That whirring noise grew distant and it was followed by the heavy door falling.

Steve yanked the hatch open and climbed down, the door getting closer to sealing back up. He slid on the ground and with the bottom vertical he jammed it open. “Let’s go,” you usher Erica down first. Her backpack was thrown to Steve and pushed through the door.

She crawled on the floor with Steve’s “Go, go, go,” And her “I’m going.” in response.

Dustin dropped second. “Henderson. Go, go.” Steve gave him a push. You urged Robin next, her legs in the air before you pushed them down. You didn’t bother to argue with Steve about who was next since he would insist on you. You shuffled under with Dustin and Robin yanking you out of the way so Steve could hurry as the glass was breaking.

You grabbed his uniform and tugged at him, Robin helping with her grunts of, “Come on, Steve, let’s go!” He rolled his body into yours and both of you watched as the glass gave out and the green goo sizzled the floor and door.

You sighed as you hugged Steve tight and he did as well. You heard Robin ask, “Still wanna drink that?” And you knew it was at Erica. Despite the moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from planting kisses on the side of Steve’s face, your body went through slight shudders of panic. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” Whispered into his hot skin.

He pushed himself off your body and held his hands out to help you from the floor. His eyes zigzagged everywhere, “Not hurt or anything?” You confirmed your intact state and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Holy mother of God.” Dustin’s voice broke the silence. You and Steve broke apart and everyone turned to see what stunned Dustin Henderson. A giant tunnel is what. “Well…hope you guys are in good shape.” He took your hand and pulled you with him as he tapped Dustin on the chest, “Looking at you, roast beef.”

-

You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking. Could’ve been fifteen minutes or a full hour already. It just went on and on forever, the fluorescent lighting hurting your eyes and causing your headache to worsen. Steve kept your hands intertwined, something bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving reassuring kisses on our cracked skin.

“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive.” Dustin with his wandering gaze and scientific mind. Steve countered Dustin’s remark, “What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard. There are no stairs, there’s no exit, there’s just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.” 

And you agreed with him in your head, ears tingling at the deep sound of Steve’s voice bouncing off the walls and almost wrapping you in a warm blanket. Messily as you walked you landed a kiss on his clothed shoulder, just wishing to take a moment and hug him like a bear.

Erica’s high-pitched voice spoke, “They’re Commies. You don’t pay people, they cut corners.” You genuinely wonder if she’s learning this from school or something she does as a hobby.

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking,” Robin mentioned. “Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting cargo.” And she was right about that.

“It all comes into the mall like any old delivery.” “And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody’s the wiser.” Dustin and Robin finished each other’s sentences.

“Wait… so you think they built this whole mall so they could transport that green poison?” You leaned forward a bit to see everyone’s thinking faces. Dustin twisted his mouth, “I seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison. It’s gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something.”

“What the hell is Promethium?” Steve blurted.

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components.” Robin casually mentioned. You couldn’t help the gasp that followed, “You read comics? Robin, why am I just now hearing about this?” She just shrugged, but you saw her hidden smile.

“You’re all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.” Erica had to ruin the moment.

Steve was quick to come to his defense, “No, no, no. No, don’t lump me in with them. I’m not a nerd, all right?” The simple comment made you slip your hand from his out of pettiness. Steve whipped his head towards you and tried to grab it back, but you just crossed your arms and kept walking.

You heard light chuckles from the others. “Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?” Robin’s snarky comment was followed by Dustin’s, “With you dating (Y/n), you’re a nerd by association. She’s got a good knowledge of comics and Star Wars.”

“I know that. I’m just saying I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.” You dropped your arms and you felt Steve’s hitting yours twice before you took the innovation of holding hands again. “Promethium.” Dustin fixed Steve’s miss pronunciation. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I’m saying is, it’s probably being used to make something.”

“Or power something.” You quickly throw it out there. “Like a nuclear weapon?” Dustin asked. You shrugged even if he couldn’t see, “Totally, they are Russia and they usually are up to something sketchy.”

“Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That’s great. That’d be great.” Steve used his sarcasm as his defense. He squeezed your hand three times.

“But if they’re building something, why here?” Robin pointed out, “I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s our very…” She trailed off as she and Erica continued forward. At the same time, Steve pulled the both of you to a stop with Dustin.

“You think the Russians know?” Steve turned to Dustin. “About-” Dustin didn’t need to finish, the three of you knew what he was gonna say. “They could,” Steve pointed out. “So it’s connected?” You asked while huddling closer to the boys.

Dustin shook his head, “Maybe.” “How?” You were confused about how a government on the other side of the world could know about your shit town and its supernatural connection.

“I don’t know, but it’s…” “Possible.” The three of you whispered. Your headache was worsening by the second.

“I’m sorry,” You looked up and saw Robin and Erica further up the tunnel and turned around, “Is there something you’d like to share with the class? (Y/n)?” You could only open and close your mouth, nothing coming out.

The sound of static hissing followed by a man’s voice speaking what sounds to be Russian drew everyone’s attention. Erica dropped her backpack and pulled the walkie out as you all huddled on the ground. Robin pulled the antenna out and listened to the voice. She then translated what was being relaid.

“A trip to China sounds nice. If you tread lightly. It’s the code.”

Dustin pointed at the walkie in her hands, “Wherever that broadcast is coming from-” “It’s close. And if there’s one thing we know about that signal…”

“It can reach the surface.” You finished with an air of hopefulness. Robin looked up with a smile then to your group, “Let’s go,” and you continued your walking.

-

You walked for what you assumed to be about thirty minutes before voices and loud noises got closer. Steve pulled your group into a corner behind a giant metal container and waited for the coast to be clear of any workers passing by. He peeked his head out and when he assessed the scene he moved forward and pulled you with him, “Clear, come on, Let’s go.” And everyone stuck close together.

“Okay, that was close.” “Too close.”

“Relax,” Steve stopped Robin and Dustin’s complaining, “Relax, no one saw…” His steps came to a halt and your jaw was metaphorically on the ground.

The room in front of you was filled with workers. Scientists, guards, drivers, and some people you can’t identify are dressed in red full-body suits. A female voice was speaking Russian on the intercom and you forgot you were in the open until you were almost spotted by an armed guard.

“Shit!” You yanked Steve with you to hide behind a red box, everyone tucked behind. “Jesus!” Steve muttered.

“Red Dawn.” Dustin referring to a movie that came out last year.

“I saw it.” And you just thought Erica meant the movie until she followed up with, "First floor, northwest.”

“Saw what?” Steve asked. “The comms room.” She sounded exasperated.

Steve scrunched his brows, “You saw the comms room? From here?” She nodded.

“Are you sure?” You couldn’t help questioning. You wouldn’t be able to tell which room was which. “Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things,” Dustin argued. You looked in the direction Erica said and squinted your eyes to see anything, you only saw a closed door and faint movement through the slender window.

“I’ll take those odds.” Robin firmly stated. You couldn’t help the sigh as you closed your eyes. This was crazy, this was crazy, this was crazy. “This is crazy.” A slip of your tongue.

“Well, would you rather be stuck out here or trying to get help?” Erica sassed. And you knew she was right, you still didn’t like the slim odds against the five of you.

“All right.” Steve whispered as he laid out the plan, “We’re going to move fast, we’re going to stay low. Okay?”

Steve went first then you followed, copying his actions and following his rules. One by one, like ducks in a row. You moved then stopped, and waited for people to pass before moving again to the nearest hiding spot. Just one more stop before the door you held your breath, not wanting to make a single sound before reaching safety. Eyes on the door and watching as a man in a lab coat leaves the room, door wide open and swinging closed.

“Let’s go.” Steve moved forward and caught the door just before it closed. He ushered everyone in before him. His back was to the room so it took him a second longer to realize that it wasn’t empty, a Russian guard was at the controls.

You pulled the kids behind you, arms out to the sides to block them. The guard just stared at everyone then moved his right hand towards his hip, his gun. You stiffened with your eyes widening. Robin moved forward and started shouting in Russian.

“Tread lightly! Tread lightly!” The man was confused, replying, but you didn’t understand him and Robin wasn’t planning on translating. “Silver cat… Silver cat.” She waved a hand behind her.

Everyone was tense. Eyes move everywhere from person to person or looking for something within the room as a weapon. You didn’t try to look at Steve, worried that might cause a bad reaction.

The guard shook his head, speaking more words that went in one ear and out the other. Robin turned to you with a worried look then back. She took another step closer, “China?” The man just scoffs and grabs his gun.

Steve’s yells fill the small room. He charges forward and shoves the man into the control counsel. With numb fingers, you tug Robin at the back of her shirt and closer to you. Your eyes watch as the man throws Steve off him and into a table and he groans from the impact. He throws a swing and Steve leaned back and avoids getting punched in the cheek, but he’s grabbed by his shirt and thrown into another table face first.

“Steve!” Your voice coming back to you. The guard grips the back of the Scoop's shirt, but Steve elbows him in the stomach. The guard stumbles away, allowing Steve to grab the walkie from the main counsel and throw it hand to hand before smacking the Russian in the face. He hits a table and then lands on the floor with a loud thud. 

You stare at the unconscious man before your eyes travel to Steve, who’s panting and running a hand through the front of his hair. Body moving on auto-pilot, your feet carry you towards Steve. Hands are shaky as they hold his biceps while you look over his face, warm brown eyes dart back and forth. You feel rather than see, Steve’s fingers curling into your belt loops and tugging you closer.

“Dude!” Dustin’s loud voice caused Steve to look his way, “You did it! You won a fight!” Steve looked to the floor and you saw the faint smile pulling his lips, “Jeez…”

“Please don’t do that again,” You couldn’t help the whisper. Steve’s brows furrowed at your words, “Well if I didn’t…” You stopped him with your hands on his cheeks, “No, I- I know. I just… I don’t want you getting hurt.” Thumb swiping over the apple of his cheek. His eyes and body melted just a touch, but now wasn’t the time to let his guard down. He only kissed your forehead and a reassuring smile before focusing back on the task at hand.

“You want to walk all the way back?” Erica’s loud shout made you step away from Steve reluctantly.

She and Dustin held a stand-off. “Well, we can hang out for a little bit, relax, have a picnic maybe.” And you can hear where Steve’s developing more of his sarcasm. Erica countered, “Have a picnic? We came here for a radio.”

“This plan is way better. If I knew Steve could knock out a Russian, that would’ve been our plan in the first place.”

“Steve is not fighting anymore Russians.” You stopped Dustin from potentially putting Steve in any harm. He just rolled his eyes and Erica scoffed, you were getting so tired of these kids and their growing attitude.

“Look I’m just saying-” “Guys.”

Robin’s voice stopped whatever Dustin was gonna say. She stood in a doorway that led to some stairs going up. “There’s something up there.” Pointing a finger over her shoulder.

You were the last one up the stairs and through the door. Steve closed it slowly and quietly behind you and when you turned to the room, you felt your blood run cold.

Slow, timid steps guided you to the glass openings in the wall. You leaned in, nose almost tapping the window as your glued eyes took in the sight before you. Steve stood behind you, his back pressed close and his face over your shoulder, while Dustin was on your left.

“Holy shit.” And holy shit was right.

A room of white button-ups and lab coats, people moving about or messing with buttons and dials. A glowing white light caused your eyes to squint, its noises were faint, but the walls rumbled with power. Whatever these Russians were doing, they were powering up a giant device that was pointed at the wall. It was causing a riff to open slowly, red and orange, and without having seen it before you know where this leads.

“The Upside Down,” was all you could whisper.

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[shaampoo]

Hey quick question to the smiling critters fandom cause I'm making a fic and idk if I should tag it as Psychological horror or comedy or both (poll near the end before the death headcanons), and some headcanons on how the smiling critters died

If I made a fic where the smiling critters reincarnated , like, all of them, and they reincarnated into the cartoon world

BUT (and here's kinda where I find it a comedy) they don't know everyone else reincarnated, and they're pretending they didn't reincarnate (cause they don't want the others to worry about them/ think they're weird in case the other critters didn't reincarnate, and they really don't want to ruin their second chance), and they keep getting into scenarios where like "did the others reincarnated or no??" And maybe they also think only some of them reincarnated

(I headcanon they died one by one, catnap being last, so they don't know if the others died as well, so they don't know if they reincarnated as well)

So it's a kinda a comedy of scenarios where they're like "who's reincarnated??" "I hope they don't think I'm acting weirdly" and some "I hope they don't realize I'm not they're actually [insert character here], and hopefully they don't realize I somehow replaced them"

Then the reason why it's psychological horror :

Well, since they all died, and most of the reason due to catnap and stuff, they're kinda walking on eggshells, not knowing if they can trust they're friends

(I headcanon [sourced from PickyPiggy's cutout] that PickyPiggy ate KickinChicken, CraftyCorn and BubbaBubbaphant, so yeah, definitely some trauma there, and maybe PickyPiggy starved to death [I think she said "still hungry..." In her cutout after all])

And maybe retaining some fears from how they died and trauma from the past life that that they kinda have to repress cause they don't want the others to worry (since they don't know if they're even their friends, and if they would understand, [so maybe angst as well in the tags,that's one hell of a whiplash if I decide to include all three tags lol])

Anyways, onto the headcanons of how they died, and how this might affect how they act in the fic

Catnap and Dogday:

We already know how they died, Catnap with a painful boop and Dogday getting possessed, so no headcanon needed there (though, it wasn't really said Dogday died, but I'm pretty sure I would die if that happened to me, but maybe Dogday is built different, who knows)

So Dogday is probs scared of catnap, like everyone else (and probably dislikes catnap, especially when he said "that...thing...Catnap" like, zamn)

PickyPiggy:

Seeing in her cardboard cutout saying "Still hungry..." I'm guessing she starved to death or something, so she's probably more hungry in the fic, OR she doesn't like eating anymore

Craftycorn, KickinChicken and BubbaBubbaphant:

Seeing how PickyPiggy said "Seared Unicorn, Grilled chicken, Flayed elephant, yum!" (or something like that), and then "hey, wanna be my friend?" Guessing PickyPiggy ate them. So the three probably hate and/or are scared of PickyPiggy, and maybe everytime they hear her stomach growl they just tense up and get a meal ready (or just bolt)

BobbyBearhug:

I'm guessing she got lost, seeing like, on her cardboard cutout she said she was lost and stuff and "you won't leave me, right?" So I'm guessing she and her companion (may e they were searching for supplies or traveling or something) got lost / split up, and BobbyBearhug eventually died while lost, so yeah, maybe some abandonment issues for her,

HoppyHopscotch:

Guessing she fell to her death, seeing as like, her cardboard cutout screams "JUMPPPPP!" so I'm guessing she jump through a big home while running away from someone (maybe catnap) and tried to jump over the big hole (there's lots in playcare after all) but fell to her death, I also kinda theories she might've been with BobbyBearhug at the time, and tried to jump with BobbyBearhug but may e BobbyBearhug hesitated, and saw HoppyHopscotch fall to her doom, may e HoppyHopscotch even abandoned BobbyBearhug just to try and jump to the other side, which would probably make BobbyBearhug more traumatized (poor girl, frfr), anyways, so probably some fear of heights for HoppyHopscotch

Anyways, if you guys got your own theories, don't be afraid to tell me! I like reading theories about characters I like, and if you guys got like, any scenarios I can do for my fic that would be cool too (since I'm opting for a more show-like fic, since they reincarnated into a cartoon world where they're kinda like in a show so the chapters are kinda like episodes I guess, idk how to explain it lol)

Also, Dogday and Catnaps names are probably the shortest cause they're the main two characters, thus, it's better to have shorter and more recognizable names, especially since the show Is catered to more younger audiences, (though, it makes less sense if you view Catnap as the newest member [especially since Catnap plush was recalled and stuff, ] but may e he's the guy they add when the show is losing popularity to boost ratings, but there's no way Smiling Critters loses popularity)

[wormlips]

The way I got into Thramsay, I was frightened at the thought of reading ff about them, even though I shipped the guys from Killing stalking — arguably not as whumpy. But, they were the most toxic pairing I’d shipped, up until that point. I had only ever watched GoT too, till recently. I thought the fanfiction would be darker, I think. But I was still intrigued, cause I did draw them on one occasion. Then like 5 years later, I came to check this tag on a whim, and had such a visceral reaction to some fanart on here. Long story short, I now strangely ship three pairings where one half of the ship kidnapped (“kidnapped”) the other. And two where one character has .. lost some bits. *whispers* how are there two?? 💀

Yeah it's funny how you can tell yourself 'im just going to take a quick look' and then fall head-first into things. like you never saw it coming but suddenly it's a part of your life

or dismissing a thing only to return years later and realize that it was right up your alley all along

Your ask made me write even more because like you I hadn’t shipped anything on thramsay's level before so i didnt have a good frame of reference what it might have been like but i were intrigued too and it's cathartic putting into words what i think makes them so captivating to me

I definitely had interest in toxic relationships with abusive and dark elements in it long before but none where one of them had literally removed body parts from the other. I think Ive always been on the softer side so I need (needed? Idk if i do currently) some sort of mutual feelings even if it is irrational or non genuine like people who cant help but still love someone who hurts them or the reverse - loves someone but cant keep from hurting them. The DA fic kind of pushed that to its limits but it contained some sort of lingering sentimentality amidst graphic descriptions of flaying and i was thinking you can do that??? Though in that fic the torturer had been corrupted by magic so their relationship had been normal at one point which separates it from thramsay. but it had been proven to me that ppl could justify* ”love” in horrible conditions that is interesting to read and i should stop writing but i went into thramsay fics to find out if someone had done so (also whatever else, i was fucking around to find out)

It just hits the spot i ❤️ characters being conflicted about their lover and i want to be unable to tell if the ”love” they feel for their counterpart is actually something else

even though i'm not particularly into show-verse thramsay anymore the best example i can give is the infamous bathing scene where ramsay asks if reek loves him and reek says of course with full conviction and it's like obviously it isn't true though reek might feel like he does because he has conditioned himself to have that response, he brainwashed himself to cope and for safety because he has to believe so ramsay can't find out he's lying but then if he thinks he feels it so much that he does............? how do we define real vs fake love an-... whatever i'm going too far we don't need a philosophical discussion of this rn

you can make it worse by switching between him being self aware of all this to fully believing he's always been ramsay's, the way he slips back into theon's thinking patterns in the book from reek's and anything inbetween until you have toxic sludge on your hands and furthest thing from a normal, healthy relationship

and even more fun if you do the same to ramsay, it doesn't have to be real love but it's such a clingy obsession and dependency, mutual belonging and the idea that he will always return so his closeness, his whispers will be likened to that of a lover because what else is there to compare it to *there's probably a better way i could put it but by justify i mean the author writing something that makes sense from the character's point of view. i don't want to be misconstrued

[junkshop-disco]

Just posted a new chapter so what better time for a fic meme. Tagged by @magicalrocketships but idk if I have any better screen grabs than theirs.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

38, which makes the average word count completely ridiculous.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

1,048,397. Average word count 27,589. Brevity, I don't know her.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Downton Abbey, Fate the Winx Saga, Good Omens currently.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Honeysuckle Arch

Learning to Speak the Language of Flowers

An Equal and Opposite Reaction

Instalments

The Could in People

Whenever I look at the stats, I'm taken aback at just how skewed my sense of which fics are the most popular is. Because I would not have guessed some of these at all.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but I am--at heart--a deeply anxious squirrel masquerading as a person and any sort of interaction with people I don't know well can sometimes be too much for me to handle. When my anxiety is bad, I imagine that every single comment will be about how shit my writing is and what an awful person I am, so I can't read them right away, let alone reply. I have to work up to them and do a couple at a time and I always intend to reply but sometimes, weeks/months/years pass without me feeling up to it and then it feels too awkward. Right now my anxiety is much better thanks to lots of medication and some pretty hefty life changes, so I'm more able to engage with them like a vaguely normal person, but sometimes if I have a bad week, opening the comment box to reply 'thanks! Glad you liked it' makes me feel like James Bond sitting nose to nose with an armed bomb. I do hold onto comments, though. I screen grab ones that really resonated and re-read them when I feel down. They mean a great deal to me, even if I can't always say so in a timely fashion.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's definitely a Merlin fic, possibly Doubt Creeps In? That whole thing is pretty angsty and there's no real resolution. I wrote a few angsty endings in Merlin fic.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Idk that I've ever written truly happy ending. I've written cute endings, give-them-a-break endings, but I don't know if I'd describe any of them as happy. I don't tend to go in for them. Nothing winds me up more than an epilogue with a pasted on happy ending. I have been known to hurl a book across the room.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't for a while but I used to when I wrote HP fic. My favourite ever was 'you should be flayed for writing this. I hope you die.' I still laugh when I think about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. All kinds? I have written the odd fade to black in my time and also the most unremitting filth in all flavours of vanilla to kinky.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written a handful. Back on LJ I wrote a Merlin/Twilight crossover where Edward and Merlin team up to fight evil vampire unicorns who can only be killed by virgins singing at them until they explode.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. Tbh I just feel sad for the people who do it. It seems like a very hollow way to do fandom.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep. And podficced! It's always nice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've done a few Big Bangs and other events where I collaborated with someone and it's always one of my favourite things to do. I've also co-written some... stuff on anon, which we're not going to talk about 👀

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Can anyone pick just one? Like Hotel California, I check out but I never leave. I am still here for Mulder and Scully, Mal and Inara, Tara and Willow, Giles and Jenny, Bradley and Colin, Merlin and Gwaine, Nick and Harry and Niall, Isak and Even, Remus, Lily, Sirius and Tonks, Crowley and Aziraphale, Thomas and Richard, Ed and Stede, Farah and Saul. The ships I love never leave me and picking a favourite would make me sad.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

If I'm posting it, it will get finished. I have a couple of things languishing on my hard drive that may never see the light of day, like a Thomas in LA fic post DA2, but I can't not finish things.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A commitment to the bit? An unwavering belief there's never a bad time for banter? An unfailing devotion to poking people's bruises?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

See above.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Would attempt only in a comedy situation where getting it wrong was the point.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Firefly. The first one I posted in was HP though, rip.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Saying I'm fond of all of them would be such a cop out, wouldn't it? In truth, my favourite is usually the one I'm currently writing, so let's say Sum of the In-between Things. It's morphed so far from what I intended it to be and I have literally no idea if I can stick the landing on it, but I've genuinely had a blast writing it, and that's the point, isn't it?

Tagging: @septemberrie @myalchod and @magnolia822!

[rigginsstreet]

I absolutely love your Billy shirt 🥰 do you have any other Billy stuff?? I've been searching high and low for shirts of him and can't find anything I really like. Do you have a link where we could purchase it??

The one I posted I got from hot topic. And I have another one that either also came from hot topic or Spencer’s…I would just go on those websites and search stranger things or billy hargrove (the one I posted I got last year so that should still be available? Hopefully. The other one I got…was a few years ago so idk)

And I have the flayed billy funko and the season 2 Halloween party funko. And I have the h&m lifeguard tank. That’s it. I bought a sticker off of Etsy once lmao but that’s probably sold out. I would just suggest going on sites like that and searching his name

I also know @saberghatz and @avalonlights have stores with billy stuff. I know there’s other fans with self made merch stores….cannot recall names right now so if people want to reblog this and tag/add links feel free

[sixstepsaway]

I want to send a proper response to your reply to my continued writing related lamentations, because it deserves more than a 'thank you', but until I do, have these Izzy related thoughts.

I would never judge someone for their preferences in fictional characters and so on, but sometimes certain takes about characters like Izzy make me genuinely question someone's moral character? Or at least, their ability empathize with other points of view, and not be biased by their own distaste? Like it is genuinely makes me raise an eyebrow when someone describes episode 4, where Ed pays no mind to dead crew members, refuses to tell his first mate his plan, nearly gets everyone kills, and completely collapses as a leader as proof Izzy has no basis for his complaints. That people will call Izzy evil and homophobic for being rude and assigning chores while Black-forced-autocannibalism-beard has a man flayed with a snail fork? Idunno, if you can't view characters with some degree of objectivity, how can I trust you to judge real life situations or people? If I tell a story about how my boss kept me out of the loop and nearly fucked up or project, only to pull a wild scheme out of his last month minute and fix things at the eleventh hour, would they be like, "Well you should have had faith in your boss"? -dd anon

Thank you is always enough, for what it's worth, and you're welcome!

As for the thoughts:

I've said before and I will say again, if someone tells me that their top ship that they are ✨ obsessed with ✨ is an incest ship between a dad and his daughter, I'll go, "Sure, checks out, interesting dynamic, bet there's some fascinating fic and really cool slants to read!" and if that's not my ship it'll be, "Not my thing in this fandom, but you do you and I hope you have fun!" (and if it is it's "fic recs?" lmao)

and if someone says their favorite character is like some objectively terrible, war crimey son of a bitch like... idk actually, I don't watch a lot of things with Evil™ characters I'm very into shades of grey. Voldemort! Let's say Voldemort.

If someone says their favorite character is Voldemort or Tom Riddle, I'll be like, "Sure yeah, checks out, he's a fascinating character, especially in fanfic. I bet there's lots of cool things to think about him, and how he's treated by other characters in the book. Fun! Not my fave, but you do you!"

It does not mean anything about either of those people except that they have eclectic and interesting taste in characters.

but if someone sends me an ask saying, "Wait, you're okay with/ship that pairing in the first example? I hope you get [insert horrible thing happening here] and DIE!" then I am going to judge their moral character (see: anti-Izzy anon who told me they hoped I got shanked

(relatedly, you guys have made it Impossible™ to find those anons in my tagged/anonymous tag with all the wonderful things you've all been sending me over the last month. I appreciate that. Keep going ❤

i did find it though)

which, you know, is why i replied like this:

so yeah)

and I am also going to judge people who try to whitewash away the bad things one character does to make it seem "okay" to like them, and put all those bad things on another character or act like the lesser-bad things that other character does are the worst to make their own fave look better.

Taste in fictional characters, pairings, plots or tropes, will never be an indicator of moral character. Fiction is a safe place to explore all kinds of ideas and concepts, from the highly illegal and/or deeply taboo down to the whimsical and dreamy concepts like coffee shop AUs and such (which, despite being bland and fluffy, wouldn't be great in real life either).

But I think it's because people who will overlook the behavior of their faves and vilify others (instead of doing what we do, which is like, "I love Ed! Ed is my fave! He's also objectively terrible lmao" or "ed deserves some atrocities as a treat" which still acknowledges His Shit™) is just a big red flag for me, because they're likely to do that with people too. A good example being, again, the anon above, who thinks they are In The Right™ for sending me a message telling me they hope I get shanked, while I am worthy of nothing but death for liking Izzy.

That people will call Izzy evil and homophobic for being rude and assigning chores while Black-forced-autocannibalism-beard has a man flayed with a snail fork?

this made me laugh but also, yeah. We always forget the flayed with a snail fork and tossed into salt water thing don't we? We also just say it's fine because the guy was a racist, which is, again, a very black and white mentality, and also why people feel so comfortable saying, "Izzy is racist, so he deserved it!"

Objectively speaking, that guy did not deserve being flayed alive with a snail fork. I do not think anyone deserves that no matter what they did (but I'm also anti-prison, pro-rehabilitation, pro-letting and, in fact, encouraging people to change blah blah blah, so it isn't really a shock I'm not all for punitive justice in any case, since punitive justice doesn't really work). Should Ed have had him killed and dropped for the sharks? Sure, yeah, okay, I guess, especially considering the genre and context, in which there's no legal or social "this guy is a racist, can we do something about this like getting him fired from his navy job?" recourse.

But flayed alive with a snail fork implying it will take literally hours and hours if not longer? And making someone else do it for him? Seems excessive! It seems excessive!

(It also implies that either a) Fang willingly went and flayed a guy alive with a snail fork, which tells us A Lot Of Things about the darker side of Fang, or that b) Fang was coerced into it by Blackbeard telling him to do it, and that is awful)

Idunno, if you can't view characters with some degree of objectivity, how can I trust you to judge real life situations or people? If I tell a story about how my boss kept me out of the loop and nearly fucked up or project, only to pull a wild scheme out of his last month minute and fix things at the eleventh hour, would they be like, "Well you should have had faith in your boss"?

lmaaaaaaaaaao. No they'd say you deserve it because you're an Izzy fan.

But for real, I agree with you. Disliking a character is a-okay, as I've said a thousand times. If someone doesn't like Izzy or even hates him, that is fine. Not everyone likes every character. I'm sure some people watched OFMD and came out of it hating Stede and/or Ed. It happens. Everyone is different.

But being super anti-Izzy and then going on about how awful he is and how sadistic and sinister he is and how everything he does is bad and has bad undertones is just... wild to me, and it makes me think of people who see a celebrity did something marginally bad once and then instantly turn their backs 100% on that person and declare them Evil For All Eternity and start digging up even less bad things they've done in the past like, "This person replied to a 14 year old who had left a nice comment on their public Instagram and put "love you so much!! <3" in public so they're clearly evil."

It gets to the point where once they've decided someone is bad (or cringe, or just something they don't enjoy), they start finding new ways to "prove" their badness and "prove" that other people shouldn't like them.

And I don't trust those people.

No human on this god-forsaken Earth is a 100% fantastic person who has never done anything wrong in their lives, and they know that because they are the same. Everyone has fucked something up, everyone has hurt someone, everyone has done something that was, in their circle at the time, seen as 'fine' that is now seen as 'bad'. The amount of teenagers when I was growing up who would call everything that was boring or gross, "So gay :/" and half of them were bisexual or gay themselves. Everyone does stupid shit.

And the people who look at Izzy and the things he does completely divorce him of context. You can dislike the way he does things, you can think he was an asshole for bringing the English to Stede, but saying that he's awful and abusive for, as you put it so well:

being rude and assigning chores

is just fucked up. He's doing his job, and in context he was expected to do his job.

On top of that, as I've said before in posts I've reblogged about queer politics, I trust people who use the wrong words with the right feelings etc far more than I trust the people who use all the right words but are actually prejudicial.

"Your pronouns are they/them, right? Anyway, yeah, I just think that bisexuals and non-binary people should keep to their own lanes if they're being a bihet or a het in general, you know? It just seems better." no.

bad. go away.

"You're a dyke, right?? I just wanted to let you know that the woman down the street is really homophobic and she's being awful to all f*gs and dykes in the neighborhood. I've called the police about it but I don't think they're going to do anything, so I'm going to rally everyone in the neighborhood to try and get her to leave by herself. I think there's a transsexual down the street too, so we should protect him as well. Oh, sorry! Sorry, my bad, I get confused. Her. We need to protect her as well."

I trust that person 290283x more, despite the 'incorrect words' and the things they're 'not supposed to say'.

And it's the same basic thing. They flag Izzy as Racist and Homophobic and Abusive because they're the Right Buzzwords to make them look good, but at the end of the day they end up being racist (a good example being the person who decided it was great to say Izzy had Ed as a pet) or homophobic (literally half the shit they say about Izzy is homophobic itself) or abusive (*gestures at anons*).

Taste in characters or pairings or shows doesn't make me suspicious of someone's moral character. How they approach characters they don't like ("he deserves being fed his toe!") and do like ("Ed was totally justified in everything he did because Izzy is a dick") and people around them ("I genuinely hope you get shanked") is what is far, far more telling for me.

this got rambly nonnie i apologize

[werewolffeelings]

five favorite fics that I've written (for writer appreciation day)

the lovely @emmerrr tagged me in this several days ago lmao thank you!!

unfortunately i am not a terribly prolific writer and only have 3 to choose from so here they are because they HAVE to be my favorites by default 😂😂

the cracked and the cared for (pynch, one shot)

Adam woke up to find a pool of blood on the floor where Ronan should have been.

I wrote this fic to get it out of my system lmao. I had a vision for some art and then it turned into a whole little scene with highly self indulgent tender wound bandaging and Adam having Feelings™️ so i felt compelled to write it down for the hell of it. Wrote it down for the hell of it is basically a summation of my entire writing career

two of cups (pynch, multi chapter)

He bit the bullet. “I guess it’s… Ronan.”

Blue said, “What’d he do now?”

Adam laughed for real this time. “Nothing. I mean. Not yet.”

Blue followed the movement of his hand and cocked her head, trying to read the spread of cards upside down. She spent a moment studying them. He held his breath, knowing what she would see there. Blue might not be psychic, but she’d grown up with this stuff—she probably knew the theory behind it better than he did. He felt strangely flayed open, knowing what she was looking at. He almost wished he’d picked them up before she could see, but it wouldn’t matter once he told her, anyway.

Blue said, “You two have been spending an awful lot of time together.”

I had that first scene in my drafts for 1000 years and then one day decided to just post it and see what happened on the off-chance I somehow attained a vision of where it was all going 😂 the only things I really knew about it were that I wanted blue&adam and ronan&gansey, where they know about adam and ronan’s respective crushes.

i was like IMMEDIATELY blown away by the response to it and was like, well idk what happens at the end but people’s enthusiasm gave me the motivation to keep going and i was like, well, at least i know what happens next..... this was, for better or worse, how i wrote the ENTIRE thing, chapter-by-chapter just trying to figure out what would come next 😂 in retrospect I think i could have benefited from an outline but if i had tried to plan out this fic before posting genuinely it would not have happened.  (see: crazy ex gf au, ghost hunters au, etc which are taking me forever)

i’m still so blown away by how much people like this fic which was basically just me throwing all the things i like about pynch fic into a hat. it makes me so emo and i go reread the comments all the time lmao 🥺 and just i love this fic a lot too, it has a lot of heart and yearning and stupid boys which is my favorite 💖 so many moments i had a lot of fun with and still get a kick out of

creeping in the streetlight (pynch pre-relationship, one shot)

“Oh, so you’re alive.”

It takes a moment for the words to filter, for them to gain significance, but Ronan knows immediately that it’s Adam who speaks them. Adam’s Henrietta honey voice, twisted into the clipped and contemptuous tone he uses so often when speaking to Ronan.

“What the hell, Lynch,” he says. “Answer your damn phone, for once.”

Ronan manages to crack his eyes open but everything is distorted, blurry at the edges. He blinks, and blinks, and lifts up his arm, heavy like led, to swipe at them. He can’t feel his face. He croaks, “Adam?”

“Man, you must be drunk.” He sighs. “You never call me that.”

this one was another scene that wouldn’t leave me. it had been percolating in the brain for a long time and i eventually just decided it needed to get out of there. it came from the desire to see that nebulous period of their relationship where it was after trb and before the dream thieves, just in that moment right before they started getting closer and solidified as Friends rather than “friends” for gansey’s sake lol. and the ways in which they understood each other vs the ways they very much didn’t and how they could begin to? 

ALSO big fan of ronan whump, what can i say.... gonna go ahead and make this my brand one of these days. tender caring for ronan scenes in EVERY fic. i’ve got big plans

[daddystevee]

Crashing Down

(eventual steve harrington x hopper!reader)

hola mi amigos, im back. i fell off the face of the earth and im sorry!! Life’s been crazy af. thanks for all the support and i hope you guys enjoy this chapter. i kinda feel like it sucks but ya know idk. feel free to let me know in the comments also lmk if you ever wanna be tagged love you guysXx

catch up here

Warnings: none really?? Cursing?

Part 8/9

Word count: 2k

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just come crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

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You watched your sister walked into your room so she could try and track down your ex boyfriend, Ms. Drisccol, the Holloway’s and Bruce. The seven of you sat quietly and patiently, waiting for any sort of news.

Nancy was on the phone calling around asking for updates and trying to get a lead, Jonathan was drinking coffee and marking off phone numbers. You carried on a conversation with Will about his new campaign for D&D.

After a while Mike began to get angsty because she ‘shouldn't be in there for that long and that it’s not good for her’. Mike and Max’s conversation slowly turned into an unnecessary argument.

“Can you guys settle an argument for us?” Max asks walking up to you, “Who do you think should decide El’s limits? Mike, or Eleven?” As the two kept arguing you decided to put your two words in and are easily ignored.

While listening to the arguing teens, you hop up from your seat and walk over to the fridge to pull out something easy to snack on like a string cheese stick and some strawberries. But as you go to shut the door Mike says something crazy,

“...so can we please just come up with a new plan because I love her and I can’t lose her again.”

You shut the door and  turn your head towards him with wide eyes, “Say what now?”

And almost as if on cue El comes walking out the door saying that she found Billy. With Nancy finally off of the phone you take the opportunity to try to call Steve. You called his house and then called ‘Scoops!’, and got no answer.

In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but hope that he was ignoring you and not somehow mixed up in all of this mess, but little did you know that he was being beat senseless in a secret Russian base underground.

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After letting Eleven cool down from her last session it was time to get back into it. You turned on the television to an empty channel then took your place on the couch next in between Max and Will and watched her put her blindfold on as she went into the void.

This was honestly the last thing you wanted to be doing on the 4th of July, you thought you’d be at the police station begging your dad for some money to go get some cheap fireworks to shoot off into the night for the kids. Maybe even snooping around in your dad's liquor cabinet, to get some goods for you older kids. Yet here you were sitting in silence.

That silence was soon interrupted by Eleven breathing heavily and is obviously in some sort of distress.

“El, are you okay? Are you okay?” Mike finally asks

You don't realize that you're holding your breath until you hear her respond.

“I’m okay” you hear her say weakly

“What’s going on?” you ask

“On a beach.” you all listen as Eleven continues describing a memory of Billy and his mom on a beach in California. 

You watch closely as her calm breaths begin to pick up slightly,

“I think I found it, the source.”

“Where El, where are you?” Max pipes up and asks

“Brimborn Steelworks.” 

Jonathan runs over to the phone book and looks up the address, it's close by. You told El that she needed to come out of the void so you guys can go. But that’s not what was about to go down.

El put her hands up to her face as if she was going to take the blindfold off of her face, but as soon as she put them up she put them back down. Something was wrong.

“Mike? Y/N?”

Her breath started to pick up once again and that made you start to freak out. You walked back over behind her on the couch and grabbed her shoulders to let her know that you were there but it didn't seem to make a difference.

“No!” she shouted, “Get away!”

She then ripped her blindfold off of her face and screamed making everyone jump. You moved your hands away from her shoulders as she cried and turned to Mike as he reassured her that everything was okay and that she was okay, at least in that moment.

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As you guys regrouped, you got El some water and pulled a granola bar out of the cabinet, to make sure she ate something to regain some energy, then sat down on the couch next to her. You listened to Mike and Lucas talk about the Mind Flayer and listen to what El has to say about what happened to her, but it’s hard for you to focus. There are so many things in your head that need to be processed, but the main thing you think about is Steve and his safety. The two of you had been through so much and you don’t know what you would do if something happened to him.  One thing El says finally catches your attention,

“He also said, he was gonna kill all of you.” 

“What? Who?” you ask with your thoughts still stuck on Steve.

“Billy?” Max says but in a ‘are you seriously not paying attention right now’ tone

“Oh. Yeah, well, that’s nice.”

You hear a screeching sound off in the distance, and you see that Nancy hears it too because she gets up and walks towards the window. You hear it again before Nancy asks if anyone else hears it. 

“It’s just the fireworks” Jonathan says after a few moments of silence

“Billy,” Nancy says, turning around “When he told you this, it was here, in this room?”

Everyone turns to look at El for an answer hoping that she would say no, but that wasn’t the case.

“He knows we’re here.” Will says.

Jonathan leads you all out of the house and you get a glimpse of something far scarier than a Demogorgan. The next thing you know you’re suddenly preparing for a war that you weren’t expecting to fight in this very moment. You lead Nancy out to your dad’s gun shed behind the cabin to get the essentials. The two of you walk back in the house to see almost all of the windows boarded up or blocked off and all except one door blocked. 

Nancy picks up one of the guns you got from the shed and points it at the front door as you all gather in the center of the living room, looking around at every sort of entrance. The next minutes went by in a flash. The Mind Flayer attacked, Nancy shot at it a bunch, until she ran out of ammo and El fought it almost single-handedly. Suddenly the thing grabbed hold of Eleven’s ankle and almost took her away, as it intended to. Luckily Lucas grabbed the ax and took its tentacle, arm thing off and it dropped El.

You saw that the part of the Mind Flayer was still attached to her leg so you took it upon yourself to rip it off causing El to scream out in pain. She took it like a champ and stood up to finish off the creature by splitting it in half. Upon doing so she fell back into Max’s arms, but while you had the chance you wrapped your arm around your sister and helped her run out to the car.

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While you guys were in the convenience store you got in touch with Dustin on the walkie-talkie and there was a code red situation, most likely meaning that him and Steve had somehow gotten into this mess. Once you guys had gotten Eleven all cleaned up you piled back into the car and headed to the mall where Dustin said that they were from what you could understand. 

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You entered in through the upper level entrance with the help of Lucas’ slingshot, sending a rock to break through one of the doors. You quietly moved around the upper level with no sight of anyone, you then heard someone speaking Russian from the lower level. Walking away from the main group you walk towards the rail that would overlook onto the bottom floor to see where the talking was coming from. You see a bunch of guys walking around and it seemed like they were looking really hard for something. Will notices that you aren’t with the group anymore and they suddenly join you next to the railing. 

All of the guards are now focused on one specific area and you can’t help but get this really bad gut feeling. El notices the worry on your face and grabs hold of your hand. You look at her and a look of relief washes over your face. 

“I think they might be over there” you whisper to El while pointing at one of The Great Cookie

Eleven nods in acknowledgement, then takes a step forward. She sticks out her arm and focuses on the car next to the guards. The car alarm goes off and that causes all of the guards to turn their attention away from whoever was behind the counter and to the car. They look up to see what’s causing the car to move, but before anyone could do anything El sends the car flying towards them killing them all instantly. 

You see not one, but four heads pop up from behind the counter. You’re relieved when you see that one of those four people is Steve. 

“Thank fucking God.” you say to yourself but it doesn't go unnoticed. Max nudges you with her elbow cocking an eyebrow at you with her signature smirk. You just roll your eyes and look back down over the ledge. 

You see everyone start to head for the non-moving escalators so you follow in pursuit. Once you make it to the bottom of the ‘stairs’ you run directly to Steve and cling onto him like it’s the last time you’d ever see him. He hugs you back with just as much force before you pull away,

“Steve, what happened to your eye?” you ask holding onto his face checking out his face for other injuries.

“You know, evil Russians and what not.” 

“The Russians?! Like secret code Russians? Shit”

“Secret code?” you hear Max ask

The next couple of minutes consist of everyone catching up on what's been going on. Learning that Steve, Robin, Erica and Dustin had been stuck down in a Russian underground base for the last 2 days all while you dealt with Billy and the flayed. No wonder he hadn’t been answering the phone. 

You all converse back and forth until El collapses to the ground, when asked what was wrong she says that it’s her leg that hurts. Jonathan pulls off the bandages from earlier and reveals her bloody shin, along with something moving inside it. You almost vomit at the sight and have to turn away, Steve reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs slightly.

As they were trying to get whatever was in her leg out, El was screaming out in excruciating pain, you couldn’t bear to see her in so much pain.Tears started forming in your eyes, when Steve noticed he held out his arm to you and you bury your face into his chest so you don't have to watch. 

Jonathan did as much as he could until it was unbearable for her and she said that she could do it herself. As she was screaming, you turned around to face Eleven after the glass wall from the store behind you shattered all over the floor. You watch as she removes the piece of the Mind Flayer from her leg and sends it flying across the floor. As it tries crawling away a foot comes down and squishes it. You all look up to see who the foot belongs too, and an exhausted smile creeps onto your face, it's none other than your dad, Jim Hopper.

Taglist:

@ughhhitsfan​ @eleventhdoctorsangel​ @chloe-skywalker​

[eirenical]

I am desperate to not return to grading yet, so I’m going to do this again, because @orestesdreams-pyladesloves pointed out that their Spotify Wrapped playlist is a more accurate playlist at this point and I just realized that ALL of my Wild songs and my Guardian and other Z1L songs are on DIFFERENT PLAYLISTS, so maybe I should have used that one, too, so I’M GONNA DO THIS AGAIN.  (Of course, my favorite Z1L songs that I’ve had on repeat for WEEKS are not on Spotify, but OH WELL.)

Originally tagged by @canary3d-obsessed.

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music  they listen to! Create your own post, put your favorite playlist on shuffle, and list the first  10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping

Just Begun by Wild (THERE WE GO.  XD  I loved this song and TUD so much that it actually got me into vid making.  Someday I really need to go back and redo this one now that I have clean raws... but in the meantime!  Enjoy?  ^_^)

Kingdom by Young Tribe (Pretty sure this was a Spotify rec.)

Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something (nostalgia Shazam. Gen X.  *shrug*  ;D)

King by Zayde Wolf (from that AMAZING Jiang Cheng video; yesssssss)

Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole (shazamed in a restaurant in DE because my friend and I both love this version and couldn’t remember who sang it D: Problem solved. ^_^)

No Rain by Blind Melon (GEN X STRIKES AGAIN. XD)

WuJi - piano version by Hai Lin (AHAHAHA, THERE WE GO.  I knew WuJi was going to end up on here somewhere.  ^_^)

High Enough by K. Flay (I have been REALLY digging K. Flay lately.  Just... vibing with her music.  IDK.)

Season of the Witch by Lana Del Rey (pretty sure I shazamed that off of a witch compilation music video)

时间飞行 (Flying Across Time) by Zhu Yilong and Bai Yu (From Guardian -- And coming in RIGHT at the end to bookend the reasons I wanted to use this playlist... ;D Enjoy crying along to this video with me, because I LOVE THEM A TOTALLY NORMAL AMOUNT and I cry every time I watch this video.  TT^TT)

Bonus: Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen (Thank you for your EPIC soundtrack, TUA Season 1.  ;D)

Double Bonus: Handclap by Fitz and the Tantrums (Because I am STILL a PR girl at heart and the new movie made me very VERY happy. ^_^)

Consider yourself tagged if you want to be.  ;D

[stevesharrlngtons]

120 steve

he’s pampering me, let him be 

not a shot for shot scene (bc u know im not a fan), but may hold slight spoilers for those who haven’t finished st3 yet. but it’s kinda an au? idk, but i hope you enjoy lmao

you were getting sick and fucking tired of coming so close to your death. you were far too young to have seen what you had, experience the trauma that had been dished your way, and have to live forever with the knowledge of interdimensional creatures out for blood.  

and as you sat now in the starcount food court, with blood caked skin, a throbbing headache and the knowledge of possessions, russian spies and more upside down bullshit, you longed deeply for a time when wondering if steve would like your new lip color was your biggest problem. that’s what mattered, not hoping that you would evade monsters and live to see the next day.  

everything just kept happening so fast. in ‘83 it felt like days. in ‘84, weeks. now, you swore you, robin, steve, dustin and erica had been fighting for months, years even. you had to remind yourself continually that it was only friday, and not months in the future. two days ago steve had planned a date for the two of you. nothing fancy, just a movie and burgers at the drive in, but you had been looking forward to it. you had been looking forward to a night off. you were supposed to be swapping spit with your boyfriend in the back of a movie theater, not listening to chief hopper and dustin play rapid catch up on the newest threats.  

you gnawed at your thumb nail, letting your mind go blank and take a rest. you weren’t sure when you’d be privy to another calm moment like this. it needed all the time it could get.

you stayed in your blissfully unaware bubble until you felt a tap on your shoulder. thumb still resting on your lips, you glanced up to see one of the men who had come in with hopper looming over you.

when he saw he caught your attention, he shook his hand at you gently. he held a damp handkerchief and was montioning to your blood covered knees.

“oh, um thank you.” you offered a sweet smile as you gingerly took the handkerchief from the man, who grinned when you took it.

he then turned to the other tag along, muttered in words you could now recognized as russian and looked back to you, smile still intact.

“he says to tell him if you need anything else.” the man informed you.

“uh, alright. tell him thank you?” you breathed an uncomfortable laugh as your eyes darted between the two strange men.

“она говорит спасибо.”

she says thank you.

his grin only widened.

“i don’t think i caught your name, either of you.” you looked between both of them again.

“murray bauman,” he extended his hand which you took, “and this is alexei.”

“(y/n) (y/l/n), it’s a pleasure. though, i wish it weren’t under less threatening circumstances.” you said with a charismatic lit to your voice.

murray relied your words in russian as you shook alexei’s hand, who placed his free hand on the back of your hand clasped in his.

“удовольствие все мое.”

the pleasure is mine.

with him still holding you hand, you glanced over to murray, your smile staying put as to not tip alexei off on your slight discomfort.

“he says the pleasure is all his.”  

“quite the charmer.” you demurely dipped your head.

“она сказала, что ты очаровательный.”

she says you’re charming.

“она очаровательная.” alexei replied almost instantly, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

murray chuckled, “he says you’re the charming one.”

“did he flirt with joyce this much?” you prompted, turning back to rid the blood from your knees.

“that was jim’s prerogative.” murray scoffed, and you laughed.

“well, it is nice to know that i am the least bit alluring in this state. i feel like i’ve been hit by a truck.”

alexei’s eyes were ping ponging between you and murray as you spoke out of his native tongue.

“так?“

so?

“она польщена твоим флиртом.”

she is flattered by your flirting.

alexei didn’t reply, but his bashful look said it all.

while you cleaned, alexei flirted and murray translated, steve stood watching it all from a far. his eyes narrowed as he watched you laugh and reply back to whatever murray had just said. the russian asshole he was with was giving you some looks steve didn’t approve of. this green feeling wasn’t unfamiliar territory for steve, but he didn’t think he’d be experiencing it here and now, of all times.

you were naturally appealing and attractive to others, you exuded it. people were drawn to you, adored and worshipped you when your orbit caught them. you couldn’t turn it off, couldn’t push people away, no matter the situation. but right now, steve wished you could.

“aye, what do you think they’re talkin’ about?” steve elbowed robin and tipped his chin over to where you sat.

robin observed the scene for a moment before speaking.

“if i had to guess? russian doctor dude is trying to butter up your girl. i can tell from here he’s flirting hard core.”

steve didn’t need any more encouragement than that to stalk across the food court toward to three of you. when he arrived, steve joined in on the laughter, his obviously forced and angry.

“wow, what’s so funny over here? didn’t think the end of the world would be a laughing matter.” steve practically berated.

“well, we were actually just making light of this situation. we’ve done this before, baby. y’know if we get to in our heads, we crumble.” you reached up to take steve’s hand in yours hoping it would calm him, but his resolve only hardened.

“yeah, yeah, yeah, cool, cool, cool. so, shitbag soviet over here ain’t bothering you?” steve glared daggers into a very confused alexei.

“oh, goodey. another man in this group incapable of expressing their insecurities in a constructive way.” murray chimed in sarcastically.

“the fuck you just say?” steve took a step forward and puffed out his chest at murray’s comment. sadly, only proving murray’s point further.

you quickly turned around to the two men behind you and kept a death grip on your boyfriend’s hand.  

“murray, darling. alexei,” he perked up at the mention of his name, “can you both go grab me a cup of ice and something to eat? i’m starved.”

“она попросила лед и еду.” murray relayed.

she asked for ice and food.

“женский мальчик ее разозлил?” alexei asked, worried.

did the feminine boy make her angry?

“нет, что-то говорит мне, что она много занимается этим.” murray snorted a laugh before leading alexei off to find what you requested.

no, i have a feeling she deals with this a lot.

“what? what did they say about me?” steve craned his neck to watch them leave.

“sorry, i didn’t become fluent in russian since the last time i saw you.” you replied.

“well, i know it was about me. commie assholes.” he cursed.

you slapped his leg, “hey! what the hell?”

“those commie assholes are helping us figure this shit out. don’t be an a dick.”

“you’re only saying that because he’s kissing your ass.” steve muttered as he flexed his jaw.

“can’t get mad at him for something you love to do too, harrington.” you shot him a smile.

he looked at you and rolled his eyes, why did your smile have to be so cute? could you stop being so cute for five fucking seconds?

“whatever, it’s still annoying. even robin could tell how thick he was laying it on with you.” steve grimaced, coming to sit next to you.

“he’s pamering me, let him be.” you sighed and rested your temple against his shoulder. as you did, steve slung his arm around you.

“i should be pampering you. not that fuckin’ babushka.” steve brought you closer to him, reveling in your closeness and satiating his protective instinct.

somehow after a day of running from russians, being tortured and sweating from pure fear, you still smelled amazing. god, he hated how perfect you were sometimes.

“let him. let’s me conserve my energy for when i pamper you after this is all over.” you lifted your head briefly to press a kiss to his cheek.

“if we get out of this.”

“we will. this is all gonna work out.”

steve wasn’t so sure. there was still so much that could go wrong. the obstacles were rising and viable plans were dwindling. billy was out there with his army of flayed, ready and waiting to kill them all, and their one weapon was weak and acting faulty. but, steve wasn’t going to let himself be cynical. like you said, you had done this before, side by side and won. so what was a third time? what was the saying? third time’s the charm? he could only hope that applied now.

but in case it didn’t, steve memorized this moment with you. curled to his chest, smelling like fresh air and wild flowers.

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[amortentia-on-her-lips]

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GOT PREFERENCES

Do you watch the episodes when they air?

I did. When the first came out I watched them with an Ex-friend, I still haven’t seen the newest episode.

But I would love to. Tho I do not have HBO or TV.

How often do you rewatch it? Do you rewatch it from season one?

Never sadly. No HBO and I don’t have TV.

Do you rewatch the previous episode before the next one airs?

I do that for most shows so I plan to. Tho I’ll have to buy HBO to binge it.

Do you eat anything while watching? if so, what do you eat?

Yea I ate whatever I had. Gore and such doesn’t make me queasy, I enjoy it. I can eat anything while watching shows or reading.

One character that everyone seems to like that you don’t care much for:

Sansa. I don’t hate her, she’s cool and interesting and I don’t share the view that she was a bratty wimp, I think she was really realistic with her maturing and growing stronger.

But to me, she isn’t very important and doesn’t really get on my radar.

Your 3 favourite pairings:

Theon Greyjoy x Ramsay Bolton

Sansa Stark x Margery Tyrell

Jon Snow x Ygritte

Crack ship: Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Wolfsbain

Favourite scene:

BATTLE OF THE BASTARDS WHEN THE HORSES ARE RACING IN. ITS FUCKING AMAZINGLY FILMED!!

One character you wish got more appreciation:

Yara (Asha) Greyjoy

Fanfic or nah?

Oh fuck yes!

Favourite quote:

The Hound: Will you fuck off?

Tormund: I don’t think you’re truly mean. You have sad eyes.

The Hound: You want to suck my dick, is that?

Tormund: Dick?

The Hound: Cock.

Tormund: Ah. DICK! I like it.

The Hound: Bet you do.

Do you avoid spoilers?

Yhup!! I love to be shocked!!

Favourite house words:

Normal one: Our Blades are Sharp

Hidden one: A naked man has few secrets, a flayed man has none.

One character you’d bring back from the dead:

RAMSAY! Going by show standards.

I want my small evil baby back! Please!

Which was more satisfying: Ramsay dying or Joffrey dying?

No. Just. No. Joffrey dying was amazin, but kinda boring. Like I wanted him to be smashed to smitherines.

Ramsay dying killed me! It was horrible! I hated the whole death scene! The battle of the bastards was great and shit, but what was the shit inside of the Dreadfort? Like wtf? They acted like they just showed up and were like uhhh should we fight now? And theon wasn’t even there? I’m just. No.

One character you’d kill, or kill sooner than they were killed?

Is there any question? Joffrey.

I’m in the Bolton side o the fandom, we are love the crazy, nut jobs. And I don’t even like him!

Direwolves or dragons?

Direwolf. Think of the cuddles. Also I like seeing blood splatter on fur/snow and I like seeing close personal kills!!

Wildlings or the dothraki?

Fuck me…. Dothraki.

Wildlings are savage yes, but it’s like out of nessesity. They are violent, but like nice?

But the Dothraki are like pure violence, like rip your heart out and eat it while beating their best friend to death with a severed arm, and I love that.

To me if felt like being Violent, aggressive, scary is a way of life for them, it’s just what they are and do, it wasn’t forced or necessity like the wildlings.

Am I just crazy? Idk it’s been a while since I watched it. But like, oh, I love my gore and my crazies!

Favourite lannister?

Tyrion. No questions asked, his brilliant planning and wit is amazing!

Favourite stark?

Arya. Do you even have to ask?

Would you rather be able to be resurrected anytime, but gain scars and all like Beric, or become a faceless man?

Oh oh oh oh, ummm Faceless man.

Because you would be able to use it to do everything, not only violence.

And it can help trick and deceive people.

Would you rather have the rebellion tv show or the conquest tv show?

I’m not sure what this means.

I’m a horrible fan for that.

Idk I might know what this is but maybe we call it something else here? sorry!

Tagging: @aeondelirium @weaboltonsquid @keptrefler

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Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by my antipodeal pal,  @dorothyoz39 <3

A - Age: lmao B - Birthplace:  NZ C - Current time: 16:58 D - Drink you last had: cup of tea E- Easiest person to talk to: lately? @yukadelavega : )  F - Favourite song: currently ‘Blood In the Cut’, by K. Flay G - Grossest memory: I x-rayed a guy’s knee cap once. He wasn’t attached to it. It was less gross and more ‘this’ll make a great final exam case study’.  H - Horror yes or Horror no: keep it I - In love?: eh J - Jealous of people?: who actually has time for that L - Love at first sight or should I walk by again?: uh. depends? idk? M - Middle name: :/ N - Number of siblings: One O - One wish: for Cadbury’s to bring back Caramilk P - Person you called last: someone at a recruitment agency, I think Q - Question you are always asked: ‘do you want sugar with that?’ R - Reason to smile: Terry’s chocolate orange, Beethoven’s 7th, Radek Zelenka’s face S - Song you last sang: the ‘Duck Tales’ theme song T - Time you woke up: 9.45am, oops U - Underwear colour: Black V - Vacation destination: Prague, Iceland, Vancouver Island W - Worst habit: trusting people too easily X - X-rays: not had any taken of me, but have taken several of other people F - Favourite food: the free kind Z - Zodiac Sign: Libra

I’m feeling lazy, so tag yourself if you want to do it. : )

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30 Question Tag

Tagged by the beautiful, the lovely~ @briars-witching 

Rules: Answer the thirty questions, then tag twenty blogs you would like to know better.

1. Nickname: Most people just call me Haven, but closer friends and my parents sometimes call me Hav

2. Gender: female (she/her)

3. Star Sign: Aries?

4. Height: 5′9″

5. Time: 1:47PM Central

6. Birthday: March 27th 

7. Favourite Bands: oh fuck idk they change so often! Let’s see, rn it’s Surf Curse, Sales, Tame Impala (I think it’s a band???), 21p, Ween, and so many more idk!

8. Favourite Solo Artists: K. Flay, Kendrick Lamar, Kid Cudi, I like so many idk!

9. Song Stuck in My Head: Thurs 6-25 by Sales

10. Last Movie I Watched: The Covenant lol I got into a nostalgic mood a couple days ago

11. Last Show I Watched: America’s Next Top Model re-runs on Hulu lol

12. When did I create my blog: Oh god. years and years ago, but I usually take short breaks off and on

13. What do i post: witchy stuff a lot lately, but also things I find hilarious, some politics, and also fandom bc it never dies within my soul

14. last thing i googled: The Colonel’s name in Cracking India who talks about the milk and sugar story. It’s Colonel Bharucha if anyone’s curious.

15. do you have other blogs: no it’s just one whole amalgamation of everything. I probably should, but I’m super lazy

16. do you get asks: not too much, no, but I’d totally love more! 

17. why did you choose your url: it’s my name, plus the opposite of what my name kinda means I guess. I use it for >everything< now

18. following: 216

19. followers: 210

20: favourite colours: RED and MAROONNNN. My entre room is decorated in these colors and black. It’s relaxing and makes me feel awesome

21. average hours of sleep: it really depends on if I have to wake up early. I usually go to bed around 1 or 2, sometimes 5 or 6, so usually 6-8 I suppose

22. lucky number: 9! I don’t believe any fortune unless it states my lucky number under it~ Good things always happen on days and time associated with 9. When I played Life, I always bought the 9 Stock card bc I always rolled 9s. I love it. 

23. instruments: I can clap, and sing (not very good lol)

24. what am i wearing: oh god... I'm still in my house wear, so sweat I stole from an ex, and a big tshirt I stole from my dad. I steal a lot of clothes lol

25. how many blankets i sleep with: Well, I sleep with a sheet, a quilt, and a big king sized throw blanket, but we (me and my roommates)  like to keep it super cold, so I also have two other small fluffy blankets close at hand...

26. dream job: fuck idk. Something flexible, something involving InDesign bc I fucking love InDesign, or something in the outdoors bc hiking and caving are my shit.

27. dream trip: fuckkkkkkk I wanna go everywhere! Korea for food tho is like one of my tops.

28:  favourite food: sushi is my all time favorite always, but I love Korean food, Indian food, Malaysian food, Japanese food, omg Ethiopian food. I love food so so so sosoooooo much. I love bread too. The way to my heart is totally good food. 

29. nationality: I live in Texas, but I'm Native American (Creek and Kiowa), and Mexican.

30: favourite song right now: Thurs 6-25 by Sales

I’m tagging @bixcraft @spectralpacifist @crazylifeofaloner @crvzyequalsgenius @witchofthebrew @angels-pie @innocentlittlecinnamonroll @thymewitch @vanilla--weekend @jacktheprince @indicaflowergoddess @jclifou @jay-noeyes @tychumley @bitchinasparagus @potatoad-stew @trans-scendence @gardenmommy and just anyone who sees this and wants to do it!