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voodooya · 2 months

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generativetenebrousautomata · 15 days

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rottensalem · 5 months

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i wanna be thom yorke in the 90s

#radiohead #thom yorke #alternative #the bends #ok computer #creep #im a creep im a weirdo #pablo honey #90s #90s music #alt rock

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scoutsbabygirl · 8 months

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i would like to sincerely apologize to everyone. i already know some of y'all are gonna go crazy for this audio

#scout tf2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #scout x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 x reader #i hate that i put x reader in the tags #why #audio #i'm sorry #i did it to myself #please be gross if you repost #be weird #im a creep im a weirdo #stay slutty

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alicerader · 7 months

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#humor #relatable memes #memes #lol memes #lol #funny because it's true #iykyk lol #funny meme haha #funny post #awkward #radiohead #im a creep im a weirdo #social anxiety #no social skills

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fireflysquidsoup · 9 months

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some stuff ive made lately but havent posted

#kusuo saiki #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k.#tdlosk #aiura mikoto #hangyodon #thom yorke #im a creep im a weirdo #clowncore #clown girl #clown art #keroppi #sketchbook #collage #journal

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stormypasta88 · 9 months

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mike has this weird thing where he feels this urge to just be held and comforted but he feels guilty for craving comfort so he doesn’t ask anyone for it and just holds onto his pillow a little tighter that night when he goes to bed. will can always tell when mike gets like this, and sometimes catches it before mike does. and so he created a cheat code.

it started one summer when they were around 9 years old, hanging out in mike’s basement as a desperate attempt to escape the evil indiana sun. their escape attempt only helped for so long, and will could see that mike was starting to grow restless with his need to be held. so will does the very first thing that comes to mind to get them out of this situation. he asks mike if his mom bought any popsicles.

mike, thoroughly confused, says yes and gets up and leads will upstairs to the freezer where they keep the popsicles. mike goes to grab one out of the freezer when will suddenly throws his arms around his waist. it’s way too hot for hugging, especially so close together, but it just feels right to hold onto mike. mike hesitantly wraps his arms around will too, about to ask what this is about when will cuts him off.

“you’re a great friend mike, i’m so glad we’re best friends.”

and suddenly 9 year old mike wheeler can breathe again and that random urge is gone.

there were very few instances where mike would get this urge since the very first popsicle, but will was always there to fix it. mike would get these urges out of nowhere, and will would always notice and hug/ show mike affection quietly and ask for a popsicle.

no matter the weather, they would always have popsicles. whenever will asked for one, mike would always throw himself into will’s arms and make himself as small as possible, as if he were trying to fit inside of will’s ribcage.

it was always accompanied with small words of praise and affection, small bandaids placed over the cracks in mike’s wilted self-esteem. will could never piece together why these urges were happening, and what made them so frequent but he always knew how to fix it.

when all the upside down nonsense started to happen, mike’s urges were doubled in frequency, but will couldn’t ever fix them because mike had el now.

mike would never admit it, but el never soothed the urge as well as will ever did. she made it better, yes, but she didn’t make it go away like will did.

when the byers and el moved away to california, mike started to ignore those urges and put his time into small time hobbies and lollygags to get his mind off the clawing ache in his chest.

the worst urge that mike and will had ever experienced together came shortly after vecna had put max in the hospital, mike and el had their big breakup fight and the world was generally going to shit. the wheeler family home was decided to be homebase, and there were always multiple bodies in multiple spaces in multiple times. except mike’s room, which only held mike and will. no one else.

a few days after the california crew returned to hawkins, mike found himself sat on his bed facing the wall, and just feeling a hole carve itself into his chest, leaving a soul-crushing bitter emptiness in its place. wrapping his arms around himself and hugging a pillow didn’t help and so he continued to stare blankly at the wall. will walks in to find mike staring, absently clawing at his chest through his thin black t shirt.

he walks around the bed to sit next to mike before slowly wrapping his arm around his waist and putting his head on mike’s shoulder. the room is quiet, the only sound is the faint arguing of meaningless topics below, and mike’s quiet, shuddering breath. only to be interrupted with a quiet,

“hey mike? do you guys have any popsicles?”