#my brain hurts my eyes hurt my heart hurt if that true fuck lonnie

[stranger-chichka]

When blue meet yellow in the west (8:44 gate)

8:44 is the closest to where two arrows of the clock meet.

Stranger Things 4 opening scene lasts 8 minutes 44 seconds. The timestamp for 8 minutes 44 seconds in 1x01 is the name of the actress that plays Karen. Mike’s mother.

Mr Munson describes the man who committed the murders “pure evil.” Karen means “pure.”

Maybe all these connections between Wheelers and Creels exist because Mike considers his mom one of the reasons Will died. Because she didn’t let them finish the campaign. Because as a result, Will biked home that night, something horrible happened to him at that exact time and Mike never saw him again.

But, wait, the man is responsible. The man did it. Not just a man, but someone, whose name meant “pure.” And guess what, Lonnie’s name means“ready for battle,” “lion” and “noble.” Pure and noble are synonyms (so is the word “righteous” I’ve mentioned here).

We’re shown that the demogorgon/Vecna took Will, because El opened Mothergate into the Upside Down. In original timeline Lonnie took Will, because Karen (the mother) opened the door into Mike’s basement and stopped their game.

8:44 is the time Will met with disaster — Lonnie, his father/papa (Matin “warlike” and Lonnie “ready for battle”), was killed by him, and Mike really lost him.

Why did I ask about this lake? Because the timestamp for the episode 4 (4 chimes, 4 kills, 4 gates) from s1 is the name of the episode — “The Body” is followed by the image of that lake.

It must be Lake Jordan. Jesus Christ — and Will is a Christ figure in ST (read @henrysglock and @pinkeoni posts on biblical references to see the vision) — was baptised in Jordan River, whereas Will was…drowned in Lake Jordan.

Oh, and 8:44 is four 4’s.

#i guess i ruined blue meet yellow in the west is about mike and will meeting in lenora i’m so sorry😭 #my brain hurts my eyes hurt my heart hurt if that true fuck lonnie #and i probably should take a nap before oscar’s because it starts 3:00 am in my country and i need to be at work by 11 am #manifestation theory #8:44 gate #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #karen wheeler #lonnie byers #martin brenner #the wheelers and the creels #stranger things theory

[friendofhayley]

I did a lot of exploring with fandoms I've never read fics of before, so I hope y'all find this list as exciting as I did! Thank you to all content creators!! Y'all rock, and remember to reblog fic posts (including this one)! This fic rec includes 8 fics from the Teen Wolf, She-Ra, Locked Tomb Trilogy, and Harry Potter fandoms.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. So Shed Your Skin and Let's Get Started by halfhardtorock | Sterek are the same age! - awkward Derek - mates - misunderstandings - 21k

He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.

He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

2. Call Me (Cliché) by orphan_account | oblivious Stiles - emotionally stunted Derek - it's just so cute!! - Spark Stiles - 84k

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

Catradora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

1. A Slip in Time by avulle | this is emotional and porn - also the sequel is great too! - time travel - 6k

“What are you doing all the way down there?” Catra blinks sleepily at the bunk above her (the bunk that is supposed to be her bunk), and the squints sleepily at the source of the voice.

It’s Adora, her eyes not even open, wiggling her hand pathetically in Catra’s direction. Catra’s body obeys the unspoken request before she can think better of it, and finds herself suddenly wrapped in Adora’s arms, Adora’s face inches from hers. Adora smiles, and presses their lips together while Catra’s brain short-circuits. Catra's brain spins and spins for some sort of rhyme or reason (what if Shadow Weaver sees them like this, what if Lonnie sees them like this what if—), until she realizes that—

Oh. This is a dream.

2. hello my old heart by @buckysbears | I just love how the Best Friends Squad is written!! - touch-starved lesbians - post-canon - hurt/comfort - 5k

Catra is both touch-starved and touch-averse and it's turning into a real problem.

Griddlehark (The Locked Tomb Trilogy)

1. Your Necro Questions Answered by Magichorse | post-canon (in a perfect world) - it's so in character??? - fluff and crack - spoilers ahead! - 6k

Syndicated columnist "Nav the Cav" offers a sympathetic ear to cavaliers across the galaxy and dispenses practical, no-nonsense, real talk advice on how to properly manage and care for your necromancer.

2. true love's kiss, or something by @corpsesoldier | literally starts where Harrow ends - angst with a happy ending - they kiss!!!! - will heal your wounds from Harrow - 4k

She was where she needed to be. She was going to pull her necro out of this godforsaken tomb, end the game of musical bodies they were playing, and then everything would be all right. Harrow would be alive. And Gideon was going to give her shit for approximately the next myriad for not just taking what she’d offered and saving them a whole lot of trouble.

Drarry (Harry Potter)

1. Regardless of desire, life hands you who you are by sassy_cissa | the police and government are corrupt, surprise! - orphaned and stubborn Draco - told out of order - enemies to friends to lovers - 29k

When Draco finds himself wrongly accused – of course it's Potter who swoops in to save the day. Isn't it always Potter?

2. Homing by robindrake93 | Draco is the cutest cat - cw: sexually creepy Voldemort - Narcissa's great, Lucius sucks - canon divergence from Deathly Hallows - 32k

Draco Malfoy is thrilled to become an animagus...but he never thought he would be using his new ability to run away from home. When the Dark Lord begins to show an interest in Draco, Draco has no choice but to run away or submit. Before he leaves, his mother casts a spell on him to help Draco find someone who will protect him.

#sterek #drarry #monthly fic rec #multifandom fic rec #fic rec #multifandom #griddlehark #catradora

[its-r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s]

Right Side of Wrong- Ch 12: Broken Promises

Words: 1180

Warnings: swearing, depressing hurt/comfort stuff, mentions of death

A/N: The next chapter is the last... are you ready????

Ch 11 | Ch 13

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I glanced around the hallways. Everytime I walked through this castle, my eyes ran over the intricate carvings and tapestries.

I felt immensely slower and it was driving me crazy. I was walking as fast as I could, but my calf stung and I would stumble over myself in my exhaustion. The minute I reached the door of Ben’s office I took a deep breath, losing all the desperation I had to talk to him a minute ago.

I knocked, timidly.

“Just a minute,” Ben called on the other side of the door.

“Ben? It’s Mal.” I did my best to project my voice so he could hear me through the door. “We really need to talk before Cotillion.”

There was a bit of rustling behind the door, and then… silence. I could feel a small hiccup in my ribcage as I waited for him to say something. Anything.

“Do you want to cancel?” His voice shook.

We were both messes. Completely shattered children who were laying across the floor together, the adults throwing around our porcelain pieces. My mother had made the conscious decision to smash me across the floor the minute she had me. I was well aware of that. But I hadn’t been paying enough attention to Ben.

His parents had also broken him. They’d leaned on him and leaned on him until he broke. And now they’re looking at what’s left of him and shaking their heads. Telling him to get back up and be a good king.

We were both broken. Irreparable shards underneath Auradon’s feet. But at least, we could lay together.

A tear rolled over my cheekbone. “No, Ben. I don’t want to cancel… Do you?”

More shuffling. I could feel a twist in my heart as I realized he wasn’t going to answer me.

The doorknob squeaked as Ben opened the door.

“Hey,” he mumbled.

He had been crying. We both had, obviously.

“Hey.”

“How’s your leg?”

I glanced down at it, forgetting for a moment that it was hurt. “Better… I’ve got a pretty bad limp, so I doubt I’ll be much of a dancer tonight.”

“That’s fine.” He breathed out the words, almost as if he couldn’t believe I was here.

It took a moment for me to swallow the ache in my throat and get to the point.

“Ben, I’m… I’m so so sorry. And I know that sorry can’t magically fix this situation, but it’s a start.”

He held up a hand, then nodded over his shoulder. “Come inside. Then, we can talk.”

I stumbled around him, favoring my uninjured leg. As soon as he had shut the door, he ushered me into a chair.

“Mal, you can’t put this on yourself. You aren’t the only person at fault here-”

“Aren’t I?” I demanded.

“You aren’t,” he insisted. “Because it wasn’t just your responsibility to fit in… It was my responsibility to help you do that. And I didn’t. I threw things at you and told you to come back as soon as you were perfect at them. That’s not fair to you.”

“I didn’t just leave because I was overwhelmed… I was… terrified of myself. I could feel myself losing control. And then when I yelled at you… I exploded. And I realized that until I figured out what was going on with me, I was dangerous to be around.”

He shrugged. “Well, did you figure it out?”

“I think so… Or at least, I’m sure I’m on the right track.”

He was patient, knowing full well that I was struggling to talk about this.

“The only time I’ve talked about my mother this past year has been with my therapist. None of my friends will bring her up and if I do, they tend to shut down the conversation pretty quickly. I don’t blame them. It’s not an easy conversation to have, but I was starting to convince myself that if no one else wanted to talk about her… why should I?

“I wasn’t able to admit this to myself before, but I think I am now. And that is, my mother didn’t just abuse me. She didn’t just burn my back and convince me that my only purpose in life was to serve her. She also passed something on to me. Her insanity.”

Ben’s eyes fixed themselves onto mine. “Mal? You aren’t insane. I know you’re not.”

“No one knew my mother was insane, either,” I shot back. “Until she started walking through kingdoms, cursing nobility and killing those in her way. Well, I’m on that track right now. My brain chemistry is off and I have anger management issues. I’m not saying this for… I don’t know, attention? I’m saying it because my mother didn’t get help. But I can.”

He hesitated a moment, still not sure if he believed me, but he nodded, “So, we change treatment methods?”

“For now,” I told him. “And now that that’s done… Let’s talk about your problems.”

He startled. “My problems?”

“Mhm,” I mumbled. “Because I hate to break it to you, but most seventeen year olds don’t come home after one of the craziest two days of their life and get to work on a ball that night. This isn’t healthy, Ben. And I’ll admit that what happened at the pavillion was my fault, but you kinda freaked out. You never get mad like that.”

“I guess,” he rubbed his face, tiredly, “I’ve been a bit stressed lately.”

“Wow,” I said, sarcastically. “I had no clue.”

He shot me a look, but it wasn’t one of anger. More of pleading. He didn’t want me to press him on this… but press I must.

“Ben?” My voice was as soft as I could make it. “Why were you crowned king at sixteen?”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes. I stood and walked up to him, pulling his hands into my own.

“Mal.”

I almost couldn’t hear him.

I pressed his forehead against my own.

“Yes, Ben?”

“My father’s dying.”

His voice cracked slightly as he spoke the words aloud. I had to wonder if this was the first time telling someone. My therapist had told me that one of the hardest parts about recovering from trauma was being able to admit your trauma out loud.

“Why wasn’t your mom next in line for the throne?”

I could feel his breath flutter against my cheeks as he said, “Same reason Lonnie can’t be on the Tourney team… We follow the rules here in Auradon.”

“It’s bullshit,” I grumbled. “No kid should have to deal with all that you deal with.”

He pulled away from my face, slightly, just so that he could meet my eyes.

“I guess we’re both pretty fucked up, huh?”

It was such a not Ben thing to say, and yet, right here, with tears in our eyes, bruised and dirty faces, and the requirement that we show up to a ball that night looking as though we’ve done nothing all day but get ready… it felt as though we’d never been more true to ourselves.

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