#shes COMIN

[ibuprofenking]

joel: shoots the surgeon

the citizens of seattle: … something just happened

#tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us #SHES COMIN

[godlizzza]

Updating incoming for.....

...90s Killer !!

#shes comin

[theswifterhood]

taylor dancing during hips dont lie ohh she’s getting drunk

#taylor swift #drunk taylor #shes comin

[transjudas]

Took a picture of a patch i safety pinned to my jacket and didn’t look at the photo right away

Well I just did and it fucking gave me a jump scare

#SHES COMIN

[smol-lizord]

Taking photos of snakes is a lot harder than you’d think 😂😭

#she was comin in for that snoot boop #my pets #ball python #snakes #reptiles #snakeblr #reptiblr #herpblr #snekblr #petblr

[quikyu]

Winter

#pokemon #ogerpon #teal mask #quikyu artiste #aka OH LAWD SHE COMIN

[neopeixes]

left behind ?

#ahato mizuta #mizuta ahato #dedf1sh #splatoon #splatoon art #my art #octoling #octo expansion #splatoon 2 #splatoon fanart #fanart #oh lord #she comin #she will be behind you in 0.5 seconds

[waroferas]

If you're still taking requests, may I ask for Warriors keeping Wind and Tiny Time on kiddie leashes?

they bite btw

#frogart #oh war of eras my beloved. i litro dont know how to tag for this kind of stuff while avoiding crosstagging. SAD ! #lu #lu warriors #lu time #? i guess. she's small #lu wind #hw #<- for me #i have like . 3 other asks for these guys and i am sooo happy abt it truly . thats not a complaint . keep em comin

[wynnyfryd]

hey, quick question but what if Eddie hadn’t just said “make him pay” at the end? what if he’d actually done it, screwed up his face and his single scrap of courage and kissed Steve hard, one desperate press of lips before he stepped back out of Steve’s space? Only…

Only Steve’s not gay. He’s not. Not that there’s anything wrong with it if Eddie is, but he isn’t. Steve likes girls, is kind of hung up on one girl in particular, actually, and she’s standing right behind him watching this go down, and oh, God is this awkward now.

He squares his shoulders, gives Eddie a nod that he hopes conveys something like “sorry” and “it’s okay” and “I’m not gonna punch you when this is over, man, I’m really not,” but Eddie’s eyes cut away and he clears his throat and then Nancy’s saying, “Steve? Steve, we need to go.”

So Steve goes.

Steve goes, trudges through the woods with Nancy radiating uncomfortable energy all down his side, and Steve’s got a pit in his stomach and a scorch mark on his mouth where Eddie’s lips left a fucking brand, the kiss repeating on a loop in his mind. He starts thinking about how he’s probably about to die, how he’s gonna die feeling all upside down in the Upside Down and it’s a really stupid joke but it gets him mulling over the fucked up weird life he has now versus the one he always kinda thought he wanted. He tells Nancy about it: the crawling backwards, the thump on the head, how she’s always his co-captain in his Winnebago dreams.

She looks at him with soft, sad eyes — God, her eyes are always so sad, have been ever since the day Barb disappeared — and she rests a delicate hand on his forearm and asks, “Do you think… do you think maybe it’s always me in your dream because I’m the only person your mind thinks it’s allowed to put there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Steve.” Her eyes aren’t so soft now. They’re shining with that hard glint they get when she’s lost patience with Steve’s bullshit. It’s a look Steve knows well, and his hand comes up to touch his lips.

“But I- I’m not…”

“Just go,” she says, her jaw set, all that unbreakable resolve on display. “Robin and I can handle this. Go.”

Robin turns back to look at him over her shoulder, gives him an encouraging nod, and Steve takes off running, sprinting through the trees, following the sound of screeching bats.

When he bursts through the treeline, panting and sweating and clutching at his torn-up sides, Eddie’s in the middle of a maelstrom, his makeshift shield held in a shaking grip as an army of bats encircle him.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts, lungs burning as he begs his feet to move faster, to run fucking run because one of the bats dives at Eddie’s head and another takes a bite out of his leather sleeve; a third one whips a tail around Eddie’s ankle and then Eddie’s going down, pulled to the cracked, filthy earth by gnashing teeth and bloodied claws, and they’re eating him, getting at all those squishy vital bits around his middle when Steve finally hacks his way through the horde to get to Eddie’s side. Armed with an ax and Eddie’s spear, Steve strikes and slashes blindly at the wall of shrieking monsters as they start circling tighter, caging them in, and he’s dead they’re both dead they’re so fucking screwed—

The bats drop. All at once and with no reason Steve can discern, their screams fall silent and their bodies squelch all around them as they slap the hard ground like dead fish on a dock.

Steve drops to his knees beside Eddie, and Jesus Christ, there’s- there’s so much blood oh God oh fuck.

“Bad, huh?” Eddie asks, and how is he still smirking when there’s blood spilling out of his mouth? When there’s a chunk missing out of his jaw?

“Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,” Steve mumbles frantically, not sure if he’s praying or panicking or both. He gets his shirt off, rips at the remaining scraps of Eddie’s, too; starts using them to make bandages. “Shit, Eddie, just- just hold on, okay? Stay with me.”

He wriggles a scrap of fabric under Eddie’s brutalized torso, and Eddie screams when Steve pulls it tight around his sides, ties it off and presses down, trying to slow the bleeding. There’s so much fucking blood. His knees slip in it as he ties a tourniquet just above Eddie’s elbow, hoping it’ll save Eddie’s mangled arm, and he bunches the last of the fabric up and presses it to the shredded edges of the wound on Eddie’s face.

Eddie smiles up at him with tears in his eyes, with blood on his lips. “Pretty- pretty grand gesture for a guy you don’t want to kiss.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve says, and he’s crying, too. “I don’t- I just…”

“Steve,” Eddie chokes, his breath whistling out with a sickening wheeze, and Steve doesn’t know how the fuck he’s going to get him through the gate and back to safety without making him bleed out. “Steve, it’s… s’okay. M’sorry I kissed you, man.” His eyes are glazing over, and no, please, please, don’t—

Eddie looks up at him, brow furrowed, like it’s taking a lot of effort. His eyes are still so pretty, even now, as Steve hovers helplessly and watches the light slowly leave them. “Actually, I- I guess m’not,” Eddie slurs. “Had to do it at least once b-before I- before I—”

“EDDIE!!!!” a furious, cracking voice echoes through the empty park. Eddie’s trailer door bangs open, falling off its hinges, and a limping Dustin Henderson comes storming across the lot.

“Dustin!!” Steve hollers back, relief flooding his veins like maple syrup straight from the tap, and incredibly (hysterically, he’s probably in shock), he’s laughing when he looks back down at Eddie. Eddie, who’s half dead in his lap, whose blood is all over Steve’s pants. Who Steve might be able to save now.

He shakes Eddie’s shoulders and says, “You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here, man,” his voice all high-pitched and full of phlegm and trapped somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and Eddie’s eyes go wide at the promise in Steve’s words.

“Dustin!” Steve yells again, pleading, “Dustin, come on, come help me move him!”

It’s slow going, but they get Eddie through the gate, get him taped up so he’s more bandage than boy by the time the ambulance arrives. A medic claps Steve on the shoulder and says ‘You did good, kid,’ and Steve cries at that and then spends an annoying amount of time crying over the next few days, curled up in a rickety chair at Eddie’s bedside in the hospital.

More tears when Eddie finally wakes up. Happy ones this time, and there’s a parade of people coming in to hug Eddie and give him flowers and even Hopper gives him a grudging hair ruffle and an attaboy, and then Steve’s driving Eddie home in the Beemer; gets all the way to the driveway before Eddie brings it up.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, his voice timid and barely audible over the hum of the car.

Steve cuts the engine. “Hmm?��

“Did you, um- the thing, that you…” Eddie spins a ring around on his finger, lets out a frustrated huff. “I mean, I didn’t die, right? I made it out of there, so…?”

You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here.

Steve’s ears burn at the memory, his mouth going dry, and he must take too long to answer because Eddie starts trying to backpedal. “Sorry. Sorry, you said you’re not— I just thought, maybe— shit, uh, f-forget I said-”

“No! No, um.” Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Turns out I kind of am. Or, like. Well, I mean, Robin said liking both is its own thing, it’s not a mix of the two, but…”

“…But both?” Eddie finishes, and his eyes are sparkling.

“Yeah. Both,” Steve shrugs. It’s getting easier to say. “…Mostly just you, though.”

“Oh, just mostly, huh?” Eddie teases, unbuckling his seatbelt so he can lean into Steve’s space.

Steve’s face feels too warm. His neck is probably all splotchy. “Whatever. Are you gonna shut up and kiss me already or what?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie grins and runs his tongue over his teeth. “Many times as I want, right?” He brushes Steve’s hair behind his ear, his calloused fingers so gentle against Steve’s jaw as he lines their faces up.

“How many times is that?” Steve whispers.

“Mm….” Eddie’s mouth brushes against his. “Start counting and let’s find out.”

#‘hey quick question’ she says and then writes 1400 #lmao whoops #steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson #happy sunday i know i promised more yogi steve he’s COMIN but in the meantime have whatever this is

[gordonsicedcoffee]

EMMANUELLE VAUGIER as ADDISON CORDAY SAW II (2005) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman

#that's my wife gf woman ever 💗 #jsyk she's alive and I'm kissing her. if u even care #saw ii #addison corday #emmanuelle vaugier #sawedit #horroredit #filmedit #mine #sidenote: jfc..........does making gifsets of beautiful women truly take a fckn herculean effort on my part or WHAT #my chronic and terminal bisexuality comin thru to distract and bewitch me every step of the way #constantly stopping halfway thru editing to stare @ the screen. zero thoughts in my dome. bc Pretty Lady Right There

[surely-sims]

Today!

#dl #oh lawd she comin

[saintprivateer]

forever skrunkly Alice :]🫀💌

#no third game depression party who’s comin 😔🤘 #anyway i’ll design things for her until i DIE she’s in my BLOOD!!!!! RAAAHHHHH #alice liddell #alice madness returns #american mcgee's alice #alice asylum #tw ​blood #tw scopophobia #tw body horror #saintprivateerart #saintprivateer #fanart #alt text

[rikaspotting]

Rika when you didn't drink water or eat anything today:

#rika pokemon #pokemon #pokemon crack #stay hydrated #elite four rika #oh lawd she comin #hide your kids #hide your wife

[bekkachaos]

Okay so the law and complete fucking disorder lawyers au is getting closer to being done, so if you want to be tagged when I publish please interact with this post x

#buddie #lawyers au #law and complete fucking disorder #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #buddie fic #can't promise it will be SOON soon #but she comin

[lemonspades]

Character Concept. Our age's cool Grandma, in high school she was a terminal redditor, Tumblr role player, and AO3 lurker

#funny #my art #meme #grandma #character #character concept #grandma Joanne #outdated #oh lawd she comin

[savcir-faire]

WHAT RESEMBLES THE GRAVE BUT ISN’T

Anne Boyer, former poetry editor of NYT Mag

#inspo #gpoy #help #anne boyer #poetry #thinkin abt this poem lately and no one had posted it in her tag recently that i could find #so put it in my blog w small relevant contemporary context #the holes keep comin and they don’t stop comin huh #one must imagine op happy #i guess she is #or otherwise has dirt under her nailbeds for trying #txtit