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lichfucker · 13 days

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the discourse about this is driving me insane. no, buying vegetables at the grocery store is not radical leftist praxis. if you wanted to do something truly ~revolutionary~ you would run into the store, grab a handful of snow peas, and run out. ESPECIALLY if it's a corporate chain supermarket whose food is sourced from exploited migrant workers being paid starvation wages. like. paying for peas is not going to help those workers lmao it's not gonna help the cashiers it's not gonna help the custodial staff who mop the floors it's not even gonna help middle management. any money you spend on snow peas at the grocery store goes straight into the pockets of the billionaire ceos who either hoard that wealth or use it to further the american imperialist machine. like at that point the only true way to circumvent the system is to sprint through the produce aisle shoplifting snow peas. and if you use one of those little plastic produce baggies you're nullifying the entire action. like wow congrats on missing the point SO hard. the more plastic that gets used, the more plastic gets produced. the environmental consequences are kind of abstract from a usamerican perspective since the people who are most affected by this kind of large-scale pollution and trash icebergs etc are disenfranchised people living in the global south, so like I get WHY people might think it's okay to use plastic produce bags when shoplifting snow peas (if the effects don't target you personally then those effects must not be real, right? el oh el), but honestly using the bags just signals to me that you care more about LOOKING like an activist by stealing peas than you do about actual activism which requires a lot more thought and intention when stealing peas and isn't just about espousing all the Correct Pea-Stealing Opinions on tumblr dot com. personally, when I run into the grocery store, pick up a bunch of snow peas, and run out, I just carry them in my hands. like I sprint through the store and down the street with two fistfuls of snow peas. I never really have issues w dropping any but if you're worried abt it you can just put them in your pockets (lmfao watch me get called a misogynist for this bc 'women's clothing doesn't have pockets big enough for a pea pod' g-d tumblr is such a joke). seriously it's not that complicated. the anticapitalist revolution isn't going to come from internet discourse, it's going to come from finding the nearest large chain supermarket, sprinting to the produce section, grabbing as many loose pods of snow peas as you can hold, and sprinting back out. will people chase you? maybe. but that's a risk you have to be willing to take for the sake of creating a better world. If You Pay For Peas, You Are Part Of The Problem.

#izzy #long post #bluh bluh

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sepublic · 1 year

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G O D *Grits teeth* You ever think about how fucking unfair it is that Luz’s mental health an self worth has been on a decline since like. GROM??? Since she got traumatized, and how many incidents she’s been carrying under her belt discretely, yet very clearly, as they grow and culminate no matter how hard Luz tries to compensate and apologize for being her imperfect self? Remember when Luz once said “I don’t deserve this” to a bad thing that happened to her, only for Viney to admittedly take that the wrong way, and Luz has felt punished for that claim as a result?

Luz tries to help Willow, gets her and Gus hurt, and just offers herself as a sacrificial tribute to Boscha. No blinking. Tries to help Eda with the curse when Eda tells her not to, BAM! Eda loses magic and Luz goes through some horrible stuff, is told that the weirdoes don’t stick together actually, and fucking Belos.

Then Luz spends all of 2A basically apologizing and trying to mend things over while acting like they’re okay for the sake of those she cares about. Says Willow and Gus don’t deserve to be expelled, but not herself! TURNS HERSELF INTO A LITERAL PUNCHING BAG. Thinks Amity hates her, and then that she just scared Amity off in her preemptive self-loathing!

HER MOM. Luz tried so hard to get back to her mom just to leave her sobbing, with Luz feeling like she’s evil and trash. After thinking she got a happy reconciliation with Vee’s help! And it haunts Luz so badly she immediately projects onto KIKIMORA in order to feel like she can make a difference!

And then the feeling of her dad’s death, the guilt, the sense that she’s failed another parent again and how he isn’t coming back. AND FUCKING PHILIP BELOS WITTEBANE GASLIGHTING LUZ INTO THINKING IT’S HER FAULT. THAT SHE HELPED HIM!!!

And Luz is in such anguish but she’s still trying, she still thinks she can salvage this, she’s in desperate denial! But Eda rebukes her and Luz is just WHY WON’T YOU LET ME APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING, and then for a moment it seems it might work out. It CAN work out!

And then King’s Tide.

AND SHE JUST GIVES UP IN S3!!! JUST FUCKING HATES HERSELF!!! The one moment of comfort she has with her mom and she interprets the lesson to mean ISOLATING HERSELF AS REPARATION!

Luz kept encountering wave after wave of bigger and more traumatic incidents that targeted her self worth and sense of guilt over daring to want anything for herself or even for others, made her out to be some villain for trying. And for every slight comfort that tried to bandage over, it’s not enough and is then immediately superceded by another incident! Dana said Season 2 was PAIN, she meant it! She really meant it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

Dana Terrace this is fucking criminal. I’m goddamn miserable over this Luz deserves better than this why couldn’t she still be HAPPY after S1?!!?!

TOH got me acting up like a hysterical Victorian woman forreal. Coughing and gagging as I sob!

#the owl house #luz noceda #angst

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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hi! could you rec some fics where you consider they're written very very on character? thank youu

Hello! This is pretty subjective, with different people interpreting the characters is different ways, but here are a mixed bag of fics I’ve enjoyed in which I think the characters are at least not wildly out of character...

One Man's Trash by RiaTheDreamer (T)

”I-” Aziraphale seems aware of his words, stuttering before choosing them carefully. “I’m terribly sorry, I was – I was going to ask, you see, but not now. Must have spoken my thoughts out loud, terrible habit of mine.”

A nervous habit, Crowley almost adds.

“I was trying to plan for it,” Aziraphale explains, wringing his hands. “The question. I know it must be uncomfortable –“

“You are talking about the sulfur pit,” Crowley concludes, narrowing his eyes. After Armageddon failed, it’s become a new habit of his. To leave the glasses off once in the bookshop with Aziraphale. The angel had said he liked his eyes, and Crowley had caved in. He points a finger at Aziraphale’s chest, shaking it. “You are talking about Hell – No. You are talking about Falling.”

tread lightly on my ground by IneffableDoll (G)

Crowley wants to live with Aziraphale and doesn’t know how to ask if that’s okay. So, instead, he does the logical thing and decides to just…move into the bookshop. Subtly.

Take My Heart (But Not My Hand) by Ghostinthehouse (T)

"You know he needs touch?"

"Yeah," Crowley says, following Adam's gaze to Aziraphale. "I know. We'll figure it out, he and I. We always do. Eventually."

Infernal Escapes by journeytogallifrey (T)

With room themes such as Escape Eden, The Roman Ruse, Bastille Breakout, and Soho Heist, Infernal Escapes is one of the most popular escape rooms in all of London.

Jaded and adversarial, Crowley has worked at Infernal Escapes too long for his own good. But when kind and eccentric Aziraphale Fell comes in alone as a player, Crowley finds himself fascinated, falling hard for this clever man and his vast talent.

Aziraphale has always wanted to try an escape room, and the experience is better than his wildest dreams. And if he can’t stop thinking about his handsome gamemaster… well. He must just really love escape rooms, mustn’t he?

Though Heaven Bar the Way by everybody_lives (T)

Nearly five decades after the Holy Water argument, Aziraphale is sent to a world-famous sanatorium in the Swiss Alps on an assignment that Heaven appears to care about rather more than usual—only to find out that Crowley, of all creatures, has already established himself there.

Clearly, this cannot be good for anyone's constitution.

I Only Have Eyes For You by Twilightcitysky (M)

After narrowly escaping execution, Aziraphale and Crowley want to fly under the radar for a while. Worried that performing miracles will reveal their location to their former bosses, they relocate to the country and stop using their powers. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is ready to start moving faster... and Crowley has a secret. Can he keep Aziraphale from realizing what's changed while juggling moving trucks, furniture assembly, inquisitive mediums, attacks of Feng Shui, and the mortifying ordeal of grocery shopping?

A fic about moving in together, finding yourself, and finding one another.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #post-canon #post-almost-apocalypse #moving in together #in character #mod d

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hamsterbellbelle · 5 months

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Additional CC list (post #2) for Waterfront Nightclub🎦:

Makeup clutter/clothes rack/mannequin || Medicine cabinet/plunger || Mirror || Mirror || Neon sign/drink bottle/dink || Neon stairs || Newspaper stack || Old TV (deco) || Paper bags || Plastic chair || Posters || Reception bell/desk || Road sign || Rug || Rug || Security monitor || Signs || Sink (bathroom) || Sofa || Stickers || Stickers || Sticky notes || Street lights ||

Studio panel || Suitcase || Takeout box || Toilet door || Toilet paper || Toilet || Trash (deco) || Trashcan || Tray || Tray || Urinal || Vent || VHS player || VIP rope || Wall coat || Wall hanger || Wall rack ||

Wall statue || Wall tube lights || Wallpaper - A - B - C - D - E - F - G || Water cooler || Whiteboard || Whiteboard || Window (round)/light lines || Windows - A - B - C - D || Wine glass || Wine opener/cork decor/wine box || Wire with animated spark ||

More CCs listed on post #1🔗

#sims4 #ts4 #cclist #cc #myfinds #waterfrontnc

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lost-inthedream · 9 months

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Wow from A to Z

That nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Kim Sehyoon x female reader

smut content under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is a gentleman after sex. The type of guy to look at you with the sweetest eyes and ask what you need. He truly can do ANYTHING for you. But I feel like you would implore him to simply stay there with his full attention on you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everyone knows it's his thighs, right? next. I'm kidding, I'll elaborate on it. Sehyoon loves it when you casually sit on one of his thighs when he is absent-minded, just there manspreading on the couch.

On you, it's your waist. You don't have to be perfectly slim. To be honest, I feel like he prefers his girls to be thicker, but this is another convo. Your waist is the best placement for his hand, he rests it there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is pretty clean so he usually comes inside you, wrapped in a condom.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a thing with wet dreams. Holy moly, they are so frequent. This fact definitely amazes you because he is able to talk dirty in his sleep. We can say that's a superpower. He will say the crudest profanities into your ear when he is asleep!!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sehyoon has enough experience to know where to touch you in order to have you scream. He is a smart partner!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He enjoys it so damn much when you are on top thanks to the view but you can't stop him from thrusting up whenever he feels like it. Those hips move too rhythmically to stay still for long.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be either carefree and humorous or serious depending on the occasion. If you all had to stay apart for too long and he is very needy when you get together he will go serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed but not bare.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Same as the letter G heheh. He follows your mood to be more specifical. When he is supposed to be romantic you will be pampered as hell, no need to wait until the aftercare. Otherwise he acts very focused on making you all come. Hard ;)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't do it often, has an enviable self-control.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top 3:

Thigh riding

Making out (I know it doesn't sound like a kink but he really has fun touching you through your clothes and being touched. it makes him feel like a teenager all over again.

Mirror sex (when he is wilding)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It's the couch! The informality of it always gets him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your clothes: deep cleavage on your back, mini skirts, summer dresses. You can tell him you aren't wearing panties too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Boy is too shy for any public teasing. Just don't make him blush.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sehyoon gives oral much more than he receives, that's a fact. The thing is he likes to see you orgasming from his tongue and he sometimes goes too hard so you end up too worn out to gift him back.

When he gets his dick sucked, his mind turns off completely. I swear he becomes just a trash bag having spasms on the mattress. Not the best at receiving oral while standing, obviously.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is a sweet boy but he naturally moves fast. Might slow down if you get too whiny but then you pant even more and it's confusing lol

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, but he is crazy about quickies! He is the best guy for those times when you need a fast orgasm.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You just need to explain what you wanna try and he will do his best.

He won't take the risk of being caught in the act though, never.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Our main dancer can go for 3 rounds without problems but he appreciates breaks so he can regroup his thoughts.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you have your toys he doesn't have to purchase any, right? He is not the biggest fan of vibrators on his cock but he likes to see you using them on yourself. Ropes are definitely his favorite item, he might make some research to tie you properly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes intense orgasms so he teases hard. His goal is very fair, okay?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A discreet moaner, unfortunately. It's a pity because his moans are dulcet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I said he is neat on the letter C, right? Well, he appreciates it when you swallow his cum instead of making a mess when you give him head. My face is getting hot, sorry

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh well, we have consistent proof that he is packing. I'm gonna say he is slightly over the average in terms of length and pretty thick. It's a smooth dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

average. 3 times a week is enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He holds you and falls asleep very fast. Sex with his girl gets him so relaxed and calm.

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Check the tag smut alphabet for more alphabets like this.

Don’t forget to like it. leave a comment/ask if you feel like it, that will make me really content. Thank you for reading it!

#smut alphabet #a.c.e scenarios #a.c.e smut #wow scenario #wow smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

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deedala · 5 months

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🌿w e e k l y 🍄 t a g 🕯️ w e d n e s d a y🌙

thanks @darlingian for writing this week!! and thanks for tagging me @creepkinginc @energievie @metalheadmickey 💖💖💖

which character from any media would you like to have as a father?: oh hey yeah i am going to have to also say Bob Belcher. He is dad goals.

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?: im sorry i have a whole entire me and 2 kids to take care of i dont want anything else lmao

what is your Chinese takeout order?: veggie fried rice and veggie egg rolls!

what's your favourite emoji?: omg i dunno uhmmmm 💖 is probably up there!!

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?: okay i am a legendary plant killer but i would LOVE to be able to just hang in a greenhouse. thats my vibe. i just cannot be responsible for those plants ok

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?: david the gnome!

what was your tumblr like when you first joined?: for a really long time my tumblr was just my silly little artworks, from like 2011 to late 2014. in 2015 it became more of my dragon age artwork and fandom blog. and then a few years ago i just started reblogging whatever the fuck i wanted. and well now its a whole mess huh. my beloved trash pile.

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?: cottage core and dark academia

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?: Thedas hoo boy

what is your favourite piece of art?: hmmm birth of venus by william-adolphe bouguereau

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?: aluminum cup with a straw style, its blue and green and has a leaves design on it

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave? uuhhh...i dont know if i have a quiet fav?

do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?: lately its been an addidas black drawstring bag. i just dug through it and found absolutely nothing un-normal haha?? i guess the most uncommon thing in there might be the epi-pens??

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?: what kind of choice is this?? im going to go ahead and be a cheater and say i BFF ship mickey with debbie

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?: ack...again i dunno?? i just like all the basic things and i dont know enough about the other stuff? maybe i need to try more things that i think sound unfun lol

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?: lmao hes so inexplicably swole, yes absolutely

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?: i want debbie to have that, she deserves it.

Okay here's some nuggets who i think might want to play!! @michellemisfit @too-schoolforcool @mickeysgaymom @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @callivich @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @crossmydna @suzy-queued @tanktopgallavich @lingy910y @transmickey @rereadanon @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @suchagallabitch @thepupperino @sleepyfacetoughguy @tsuga-of-mars and also you person not tagged you can lie and say i tagged you as always i will corroborate~

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game

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treetownconfessions · 6 months

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yeah sure

ok BPOV (bear point of view). so you're flippy!!!! it's 4:02 am. you're waking up to a mildly familiar weight on your chest. when you open your eyes, you find that it's fliqpy watching you sleep again. he has that fucked up and evil look in his eyes, like a raccoon who just got a heaping sandwich or a landlord who just increased the rent for a single mother. the sight alone should've been intimidating, but you've gotten so used to it that you just blink at him and utter a "hi," and he utters one back.

"i found something cool." he says. his definition of 'cool' and your definition are very different. "you need to come see."

you're tired and mildly irritated. you refuse and offer comfort because you think he's just antsy and needs a pat on the head or something. he's adamant. he wants to drag you out of bed and you shut him down everytime. but he's doing it anyway. he's pulling you to your feet and already leading you towards the door in the dark. you worry he'll walk you into a wall or trip on his feet, but you've trusted fliqpy with worse.

you are ushered to the backyard door. multiple trash cans are lined outside. it becomes increasingly clear the 'cool thing' was inside them. you're not sure what to expect when he starts opening each one. you don’t really deal with taking out the garbage nowadays: fliqpy insists on doing it. you peek inside.

there are bags of mangled meat stacked atop of one another. they have a startling lack of fur on them and their features are indistinguishable. it's a human, except you don’t know that, because humans aren't really supposed to exist in htf and you've never seen one before. red is spattered all over the inside of the trash can. it's not a foreign sight but you cannot for the life of you decipher what kind of animal it is.

you turn to fliqpy for context. the look on his face does not help. he tells you he found a really funny hairless monkey and now he isn't sure what to do with it. it's clear he's looking to you for the final verdict; you can only pick one.

you say:

a. let's sew it back together and taxidermy it as a new decoration

b. let's put it in a treasure chest and bury it in the beach and make a map leading to it and give that map to someone

c. let's plant it in our backyard and hope it grows like a tree

d. let's cook it and eat it yummy yummy

e. let's cut it up into smaller pieces and solve it like a puzzle

f. let's tuck it in cozy

g. let's call the police and tell them it is our son who got in an accident

h. let's wrap it up and donate it to charity

i. let's scatter its parts around tree town like easter eggs

j. let's set it up in a pawn shop and tell them it's a tall koala with bad mange

every part of this is hysterical

i think, since its 4 in the am, the answer will be: lets tuck it cozy like i should be

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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I’m selling some of my old designer pieces and the AUDACITY some people have. Jacquemus bag, used once for a wedding, RRP £500+, this dumb fuck offers…..£65! £65!!!! It’s on for an incredibly fair price at £350 and they offer £65?!

THEN insult me, the bag and the fact I said no by telling me I’m out of order for not selling it to them for £65! So I block and report but then go on to their own page where, what I found can only be described as an abomination. Random shit from sweatshops and dodgy market stalls for £45!! Most of it doesn’t look remotely real and what I would call “Turkey specials” (aka fakes)

Then as if it doesn’t get worse she has the sheer gall to be listing a pair of what I can only describe as “trash worthy” (they’re so damaged and wrecked) Dolce & Gabbana (like, love, they were cancelled years ago…they’re vile people) heels for £199.99!!!! The only place these shoes should be going is in the bin. They’ve been thoroughly worn and trashed. The leather (if it’s even leather) has come away from the heel, the soles are completely filthy and should have been replaced, you can see the toe marks heavily ingrained into the bed of the shoe as they’ve clearly been worn to death.

One of the reasons she claimed by Jacquemus bag was only worth £65 was because it’s 5 years old and literally said “it’s pre-pandemic” (wtf does covid-19 have to do with a handbag in the first place????) Like, honey, babes, these manky D&G heels can’t even be found online they’re THAT old, they have zero authenticity, no dust bag (which all designer shoes come with dust bags), no receipts, no nothing and are TRASHED and you’re still trying to sell them for £200 in the same breath as you claim that my bag which has been worn once, pristine, comes with dust bag, box and tags, bought from Selfridges on Oxford Street with a receipt to prove it, kept on a shelf in my closet out of sunlight etc. is worth £65?! HAVE A DAY OFF!

#I think she needs her meds increasing #dilution at its finest #there are people like this existing in the world #if you can’t afford it #what in the world

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ajockeynamedpod · 7 months

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Viviano and D+G are keeping me fucking sane rn.

(Tw pest/bug problems, description of psych issues, unsanitary conditions)

So apparently there is a flea infestation in my room. We think they came in on the mice we seem to get every year (we are right next to a HUGE forest so it’s unavoidable). Not too many but enough to be a nuisance, and enough to literally give me EXTREME paranoia over it.

I keep feeling bugs that aren’t there crawling all over me. I keep checking every surface everywhere. Every little black spot I see becomes a flea. A piece of black pepper on the counter. A piece of black lint from my socks. I’m feeling CONSTANT phantom itching and there’s nothing there. I feel phantom bites but then i look and there’s REAL ones with no bug in sight.

I’m staying in a different room in the house and there’s none there. but I keep feeling new bites anyway.

I’m trying to clean my room but it’s a PIT. It looks like a hoarders house and I’m not joking. Mostly because I have so little space for my things, but also because there’s bottles ad dishes and paper plates and wrappers everywhere. Stacked up nearly level with my BED. I’ve taken ELEVEN bags of trash out of there and it still looks the same. It’s bad. It’s been bad for a long time. But in order to spray anywhere i have to pick it all up with no help, no one wants to be in there and I can’t do it alone so I freeze up every time and start shaking.

it’s bad. im bad. I have a safe room to sleep in but I have to shake out my clothes in the bathroom and take a shower before I can sleep at night.

I don’t know what to do anymore. im stuck while this stupid things propagate in my room.

There’s none anywhere else in the house other than the ones I tracked into the bathroom and killed.

and what’s worse is my case manager, transportation for groceries, and my gym coach can’t come anymore until it’s resolved.

I can’t do this guys it’s too much and it’s too overwhelming and I have no help

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pugpugpusheen · 2 years

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Title: The Reset of 2d's Room Rated: G Relationship: None, but can be seen as 2Russ Summary: Russel and 2d spend a day cleaning 2d's room after Russel finds 2d asleep in the hallway again. Note: Mention of pills

There he was again. Russel was walking up the stairs of when he came across 2d splayed out in the hallway asleep. He sighed. He didn’t know why the singer did this and really he wouldn’t mind it at all, but it’s like 2d chooses the places with the most traffic and is begging for somebody to kick or trip over him. Murdoc, Noodle, and he have all had their run-ins with 2d passed out in the least likely place and each deal with it in their own way. If it’s Murdoc you can be sure to hear some expletives, a thud, and then 2d responding with a mumbled “ow” before he drags himself back to his room. Noodle is a strong woman, but 2d is just too tall for her to balance herself to be able to take him back to his room so she usually just steps over him. Russel is more forward thinking. If he sees there is something in his way he will think of the best solution to take care of the problem and then proceed to take care of it.

For this problem it was simple: pick up 2d and take him to his room. Hallway is cleared and the issue is solved. Russel sighed, “Come on, man. You gotta stop doin’ this.” Russel bent down and lifted 2d off the ground. He wasn’t surprised to feel how deadweight the other was. It didn’t matter how much the other weighed (it wasn’t much. 2d frame was like a stick with thinner limbs protruding from it) because he was strong enough to pick anything up. Russel draped the sleeping man over his shoulder and started walking to 2d’s room. As Russel walked 2d’s body jostled with every step, which what was probably caused him to start stirring awake. He stretched his arms and legs, but that prompted Russel to adjust his hold on him. “Oh so you finally awake?” 2d yawned and looked around. He could only see Russel’s back and the hallway, but that didn’t worry him. “Only for a bit. Where’re we goin’?” Russel rolled his eyes, but he always found it hard to be mad at the other. With his free hand he opened 2d’s door and was greeted with a lavender scent. It was a pleasant smell, but it did not fit the scene that stood before him. Many keyboards were scattered on the bed, clothes thrown about everywhere, what was a nightstand and desk was littered with pill bottles, half-finished water bottles, crumpled up paper, and stained tea cups. In a corner was a television that had an army of old video game consoles all around it along with chip bags and burger wrappers.

“D man no wonder you sleep in the halls. You have GOT to clean your room.” Russel shifted 2d’s body to set him down. As 2d stood he wobbled a bit and reached out to Russel’s shoulders to steady himself. “I know. It’s just when I do start it gets overwhelming and then I stop and then it doesn’t get finished. Tiresome loop that is.” Russel stared at him and weighed his options. On one hand 2d is an adult and should taking care of things himself. Why should he worry about somebody else’s living space? On the other hand he had nothing really to do today and 2d is friend that is in need. “Alright. I’m gonna help you out this ONE time. Then it’s on you to keep up with it. Got it?” 2d’s face beamed with delight as he wrapped his arms around the other man. “Oh thank you, Russ! I can’t promise that I’ll keep up with it, but I’ll do my best. I’ll go get trash bags and the vacuum.” Off 2d went, leaving Russel to think of how to tackle this mess.

When 2d returned he came back with more than just trash bags and the vacuum. He was juggling disinfect wipes, an all-purpose spray with bleach, and paper towels. Russel was putting all the clothes into one pile when he heard something fall from the floor and 2d mutter an, “Oh no.” Russel had to chuckle to himself at the sight of 2d trying to carry everything and drag the vacuum along with him. He went over and grabbed the cleaning supplies from him. “It’s alright man. Do you have a laundry basket somewhere?” 2d stared for a bit, then jumped a bit. “Yeah! In my closet. I remember I hid it from Murdoc ‘cause he kept putting it over my head whenever he’d come into my room.” Russel raised an eyebrow at that, but didn’t question it as 2d went and retrieved it. 2d set the basket down beside the bed and stood there. They stayed staring at each other, Russel growing annoyed and 2d starting to fidget from side to side as it continued. Russel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Grab your clothes and put them in the basket” 2d jumped at his voice and mumbled an, “Oh right!” as he started loading all the clothes into the basket. After that was done the basket had a giant mound of clothes on top of it for it was not big enough to contain all the clothes. 2d scooted it to the wall so it wouldn’t fall over. “Alright. That’s one thing. I’ll leave you to sortin’ out your keyboards and game consoles while I deal with the nightstand and trash.” 2d nodded and set to work. Really those two tasks were easy as it required minimum effort to store away. Russel opened a trash bag and started gathering up all the chip bags, burger wrappers, and empty pill bottles. He didn’t bother to ask 2d if he should save the bottles because it was unspoken between them all that even with his current legal prescription 2d had his ways of getting more when he needed. With all the trash cleared out of the way he set to gather up all the tea cups. “D how much tea do you drink?” 2d stopped what he was doing and looked up at the ceiling. “Well there’s morning tea, then afternoon tea, then there’s sleepy time tea, though it doesn’t really do much. The flavor is nice though. Why you ask?” Russel let out an annoyed sigh and gestured his hand towards the night stand, “Because you got a lot of cups in here. If you only drank three cups a day then you got more than a week’s work of cups here and this is just the night stand. I haven’t even gotten to your desk!” 2d looked back at him with his head tilted. “Oh, I did tell you I got overwhelmed. I’ll try to do better on taking them out of my room. For your sake.” With that 2d smiled at him. Russel couldn’t help but smile back, “Alright man. I’mma hold you to that.”

It took three trash bags, but he looked around and could see there was a massive improvement in the state of the room. 2d started humming as he grabbed boxes out of the closet and placed his consoles in them with care. Russel stared at him. He remembered back in the beginning when Murdoc explained that 2d was their front man because he was angelic looking and sounded like an angel too. Russel couldn’t help but agree with Murdoc on this one fact because right now even though he said that cleaning was too much for him 2d looked very at ease, content, and the humming just added a calming sense to the atmosphere. As 2d finished he looked up and stared at Russel. It was like Russel was caught in a trance and was broken out of it by hearing 2d ask, “Russ, you okay?” Russel jumped a bit and mumbled a yeah. Most of 2d’s keyboards were on the bed so all the singer had to do was grab them and carefully put them in the closet. When he finished 2d clapped his hands together, “Alright Russ I finished! My floors a mess so I’m just gonna vacuum.” With that 2d went to plug it in and started vacuuming before Russel could even step out of the way. Russel could hear all the crumbs and debris being sucked up as 2d went all around his room. He didn’t want to think that the last time this room was in a clean state was when they moved in, which was months ago. When 2d finished he wiped his forehead and set the vacuum in the hallway. “Anything else?” 2d asked. Russel handed him the disinfect wipes. “You brought these so put it to use.” 2d nodded and did as he was told. Russel let out a relieved sigh and sat on 2d’s bed. It felt plush and sunk in a bit when he sat down. Nothing like his own bed. Russel stifled a yawn with his hand as he watched 2d wipe down desk. As 2d finished he came and sat down next to Russel. He twiddled his fingers for a bit before leaning over to hug Russel tightly.

“Thank you for helping me. It means a lot.” Russel stiffened up at the tightness of the embrace, but soon relaxed and ruffled 2d’s hair. “It’s nothin’ D. I know you’d help me if I needed it.” 2d let go and straightened up. “I would! You’re my second best friend!” Russel chuckled at this proclamation, then laid back onto the bed. “Who’s your first?” 2d followed suit and laid down next to Russel, turning on to his side so as he could see him. “No one. I don’t have a first, but I have plenty of seconds. Like you, Noodle, and Murdoc.” Russel scrunched up his nose at the mention of Murdoc being a friend, but made no comment on it. 2d made no attempt to hide a long yawn, turned onto his stomach, and then draped an arm across Russel’s stomach. “Can I ask another favor from you, Russ? Though maybe it’s not a favor seeing as you’re already laying down.” Russel couldn’t help but let a smile come across his face as he could already figure out what 2d was going to ask, but he’d let the other speak his mind. “Sure, what is it?” The hand that was draped across the drummer gently grabbed hold of the shirt. “Could you lay in here with me for a while? You already look comfy so I don’t wanna tell you to leave.” Russel moved his hand to ruffle 2d’s hair again yet this time though kept his hand gently resting on the other’s head. “Sure thing, D.” With that 2d let out a content sigh and before Russel could say anything else he noticed 2d had quickly fallen asleep. Russel noticed that the door was open and all he could remember his last thoughts being was that if Murdoc woke them up from laughing he was going to punch him in the stomach.

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Stranger Things Series Rewrite; Season 2, Episode 4

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Stranger Things. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings for the whole series: Violence, Gore, Profanity, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Frightening Scenes

“You lost him in the school?!?” I frown, glaring at Dustin. “What the hell?”

“It was an accident!” Dustin shouts, running down the hall. “Just go look for him.”

I sigh, hurrying down the hallway.

“Guys, I found him.” Will’s voice comes through the walkie-talkie. “In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”

Dustin grabs my jacket, hauling me towards the bathroom. He hurries inside, slamming stalls open.

Mike, Lucas, and Max rush in after, holding their walkie-talkies.

“Where’s Dart?” Mike pants.

“I don’t know.” Dustin shrugs. “No here.”

“What?” Max frowns.

“He said by Salerno’s, right?” I frown.

“Yeah, maybe Will has him,” Dustin mutters.

I frown, pushing open a few of the stalls before turning to the group. “Guys… where is Will?”

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“Will!” I shout, rushing down the hall with Dustin.

“Will!” Dustin shouts, hurrying towards an entrance when we hear a door slam.

“Dustin! Y/N!” Joyce hurries into the school, a frantic look on her face.

“Mrs. Byers?” Dustin frowns in confusion.

“What’s going on? Where’s Will?” Joyce looks to me for answers.

“That’s what we’re trying to-” I’m interrupted as the door slams open again, accompanied by a panting Lucas stumbling inside.

“The field.” Lucas skids to a halt, quickly turning around and rushing back out the door.

I grab Joyce’s arm, running after Lucas with her, barely registering Dustin and Max chasing after us. I run to the field, slowing down when I see Mike standing in the middle of the field with Will.

“Will. I just found him like this!” Mike is frantic, shaking Will’s shoulder.

Will is unresponsive, his eyes rolling back in his head as he shakes in his place.

“I think he’s having another episode!” Mike panics.

“Will!” Joyce rushes up to the boy, holding his shoulders in her hands. “Will!” She shakes him. “Will! Sweetie, wake up! It's Mom!”

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I sigh, gripping my keys as I usher Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max out of the building after Will and Joyce.

“Okay, that totally freaked me out,” Max speaks up, hugging her skateboard against her chest. “Did that not freak you guys out?”

“Two episodes in two days,” Lucas murmurs.

“It's getting worse.” I nod my head, watching Joyce walk Will to her car.

“You think it's True Sight?” Lucas glances at me.

“What’s True Sight?” Max frowns.

“It's nothing,” I mumble, watching Joyce pull out of the parking lot.

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“Maybe they’re just not coming to school today, D.” I sigh, pulling into the parking lot. “With what happened yesterday… it's a lot.”

Dustin shakes his head. “Their bikes are here. Normally they’d wait for me but-”

“Stop being a baby and do it already!” Mike’s voice carries from the side of the building.

“There’s your answer.” I climb out of my car, following the sound of Mike’s voice.

“This is so disgusting. Is this really necessary?” Max groans, standing next to the dumpster.

“What the hell is going on?” I frown, looking at Max and Mike.

“What do you think?” Mike shrugs. “We’re looking for Dart.”

I open my mouth to speak before two trash bags come flying out of the dumpster. They break open on impact with the ground, spraying their contents everywhere. “Jesus!” I groan, jumping back.

Lucas’ head pops up from inside the dumpster as he hoists himself up, jumping out and landing next to Max. “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up. After I drew the short straw. Real convenient.”

“Some of us have jobs in the early morning, Lucas.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

“And some of us need rides from those who have jobs.” Dustin pipes up.

“You stink.” Max plugs her nose, moving away from Lucas.

Dustin grins, staring at her. “Hi, Max.”

“Hi…” She murmurs, glancing at Dustin before turning her attention back to Lucas.

“Where’s Will?” I ask, looking to Mike.

“He’ll be here.” Mike nods.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” Lucas asks, tossing a wooden pole to Dustin. “Or are you gonna help?”

“I’m just here to supervise.” I raise my hands in surrender, taking a step back. “Making sure no one sees you guys.”

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“Hey, you’ve reached the Byers. We’re sorry…” Joyce’s recorded voice floats through the phone speaker as I lean against the brick wall by the pay phone.

I groan, shaking my head and slamming the phone back into its place.

“Anything?” Lucas calls from the stairs.

“Just answering machine. Again.” I huff.

“AV room. Right now.” Mike frowns.

I shake my head. “No way. Not the AV room. I’ll get in trouble if anyone sees me in here again, especially after everything that happened last year. We talk here or we talk at my car.” I shove my hands in my jacket pocket, hurrying towards my car.

The boys scramble up from their seats, hurrying to follow me. Max grabs her board, starting to get up.

“Party members only.” Mike snaps at her.

“Come on, Mike.” Dustin frowns.

“No! This is non-negotiable.” Mike snaps, rushing to my car.

“Sorry, Max.” Dustin sighs.

“Sorry.” Lucas murmurs.

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“Will didn’t want me to tell anyone but…” Mike starts, leaning against my car.

“On Halloween night, he saw a sort of shadow in the sky.” I finish his sentence, picking at my nails.

“A shadow?” Lucas murmurs.

“How did you know?” Mike frowns, looking at me.

“Eddie and I took him home that night. You think he wouldn’t tell me?” I glare at Mike.

“What kind of shadow?” Lucas looks to me.

“He wasn’t clear on that.” I sigh. “But it scared him. And if Will really has True Sight… I mean, if he can really see into the Upside Down, maybe he saw that shadow again yesterday.”

“So that’s why he was frozen like that?” Dustin whispers.

“Maybe.” I shrug.

“Can it hurt him?” Lucas asks. “I mean, if this shadow thing isn’t from our world…”

“I’m not sure. D?” I look at Dustin.

“Well, if you’re in another plane, you can’t interact with the material plane, so theoretically, no, the shadow can’t hurt him.” Dustin explains.

“If that’s even what’s happening.” I rub my head. “This isn’t D&D. This is real life.”

“So what do we do?” Lucas sighs.

“We acquire more knowledge.” I shrug.

“I’ll go to Will’s after school and see what’s going on,” Mike murmurs. “You guys stay here and find Dart.”

“Dart? What’s he gotta do with this?” Dustin frowns.

“Will heard him in the Upside Down.” Mike sighs. “I don’t know how yet, but he’s gotta be connected to all this.”

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“I’m sure we’ll find Dart eventually, right?” I park in Dustin’s driveway, climbing out of the car with him.

“Yeah, about that…” Dustin gives me a sheepish look, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“Dustin Henderson, what did you do?” I frown.

Dustin grabs my wrist, pulling me inside to his room. He closes the door behind us, setting his bag down before turning to a blanket-covered shape on his desk. He hurries over, lifting the blanket. “Oh shit…”

“‘Oh shit’? What’s ‘oh shit’?” I frown.

Dustin steps to the side, showing me the broken terrarium before drawing my attention to the layer of skin in his hand. “I think he’s growing…”

“Oh, D…” I frown. “You didn’t…” I jump, hearing a screech from Dustin’s closet. “Please tell me that’s not-”

“Shh!” Dustin shushes me, making his way toward the noise. “Dart?”

I follow, noting the blood on the rug and chair. I peek over the back of the chair with Dustin, finding Dart. “Oh, that’s disgusting.” I gag, watching Dart tear into Mews.

Dart slowly turns, his head pointed up at me and Dustin.

“D, I think I’m gonna puke…” I whisper.

Dart screeches, his face opening up like a flower.

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