#or it will be
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i'm screencapping all the things i wanna gif in deadloch in advance so it's ready to gif whenever i have time, and uh.
i've only capped 2 episodes so far 😬
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can’t wait til we have HQ screencaps of jazmine kissing both of jordan’s actors
STOP ITS THIS EPISODE THEYRE WEARING THROUGH CLOTHES
#ITS CANON???#or it will be#marie mareau#jordan li#the boys#gen v#prime#amazon#andre anderson#nonbinary#bisexual
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sorry for being quiet, I have no excuse other than just being really fucking sad lately
#i just- idk i am not happy#and im struggling to see any positives about things and myself#but it's fine#or it will be#eventually#i hope
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I had my hair chopped off so short she had to shave my neck... o.0
#what have i done#actually it's really cute#or it will be#once i style it#stylist never know what to do with my hair#it's extremely fine#but also very think
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For WIP Wednesday. I read this post and wanted to do a time travel fix-it vaguely inspired by it (I've plotted it out a bit and it's now basically unidentifiable from the original post because I want happy endings only)
“Is everyone clear on the plan?”
Nancy stood among the fractured remains of the trailer, the red light of the gate above casting harsh shadows across her face.
Steve gave a sharp nod in response. “We go back, track down Vecna’s victims-”
“-kidnap them if necessary and make sure they’re always wearing headphones-” Robin cut in.
“- and then you contact El and wait him out until we can get back to Hawkins,” Jonathan finishes.
“And save Eddie too.”
Dustin stares Steve down, as if he’s not already agreed to that three times and sworn on Dustin’s mother’s life a fourth.
“And save Eddie too.”
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El looked to see her friends in position before turning towards the gate. Jonathan, Nancy, Robin and Steve were stood in a chain with their hands interlinked, The Party around them armed with bats, crowbars and knives, ready to defend them if Vecna caught wind of their plan. She faced the gate and felt Steve and Jonathan place a hand on each of her shoulders, completing the circle.
The deep red light pulsed around them, the sickly black vines that grew out of it all that was supporting what was left of the ceiling of the trailer. She planted her feet between the vines covering the floor and lifted her hand towards the gate. She felt the energy radiating out of it and grasped it with her hand, twisting the energy and pulling it towards the group. She felt the Upside Down trying to resist and pulled harder, blood trickling down her nose.
She remembered the other children lying in pools of their own blood in the laboratory. She remembered Hopper’s lifeless eyes after the Demogorgon had ripped out his insides while the kids ran. She remembered the weeks it took for Joyce to die from her infections after being mauled by a Demodog. She felt Jonathan’s hand tighten on her shoulder.
Her other arm shot out towards the gate and she screamed as she yanked the energy towards them. She felt the blood soaking into the collar of her shirt as it streamed out of her nose and ears and eye. She felt the energy in her grasp, still trying to resist and fight back but she wrenched it towards her, twisting it to her will and threw it over the circle of teenagers behind her.
She fell to her knees and collapsed onto the vines around her before everything went black, the hands on her shoulders gone.
#wip wednesday#stranger things#time travel fix it#steddie#or it will be#something something the upside down is stuck in the past and El's connected to#so there's a path between now and 1983 between here and the upside down#you've just got to find the right point to leave the path#st-fic
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For the art request maybe Damian with one or more of his pets
Only batcow gets kisses.
#have some silly little doodles#that snake is the bane of Bruce’s life#or it will be#once he finds out about it#batfam#batfamily#batman#bruce wayne#dc#damian wayne#damian al ghul#5th robin#my art#doodles
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I don't fear the darkness. I don't hate my solitude... but it would be nice to have someone... once in a while
#all alone#it's okay#or it will be#need a friend#is that too much to ask#i'm sad#sadcore#sad quotes#this is depressing#jai's thoughts
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AJDKFKDM I’m so sorry, but this just hit me out of nowhere while I was writing, and I had to share
The vigilante trying not to think of Eclipse coming after them be like
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PFFFFFT LUMI!!!!! How did you find this clip of the vigilante between No Small Favor and Time to Bow? ALSDJFA
#y/n just no i'm fine totally fine gonna figure this out#*meanwhile everything reminds them of eclipse's impending favor*#everything is on fire#or it will be#luminitewrites#sleuth jesters
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ghosting along for the WIP game :)
...ten years later (got smacked by adulthood but this happens)
first!! thanks for the ask!!!
second is honestly while this one is a monster in my brain, I've only got one really fleshed out scene and tbh i sort of... hate it? and its also kind of a hook up (a stancy hook up no less) and you're like the gold standard of smut writing so I Am Embarrassed but here it is:
Warnings: It's got a lot of a stancy half-way hook up, my complete lack of confidence that I can write people hooking up, and the very beginnings of a hint of the plot
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“Alright, let’s see those lock picking skills then.”
She turns in his grip, keeps the keys firm and steady, like she’s on a mission, and gets the door unlocked, even as Steve does his best to distract her with his lips on the base of the back of her neck. There’s a burst of cold air as the door swings open. It’s always freezing like this, but he can’t seem to mind. Not right now. They stumble into his house, and this time, he's the one who gets backed up against the door.
“So you’ll have to kill me now, right? Or something like that?” He asks, grinning down at her, past where she has a hand pressed to his sternum. She’s cast in all the reds and blues of he and Robin’s home, in the lights they keep on so they don’t have to come home to a dark house.
She lifts an eyebrow at him.
“Or something.”
And then she’s got her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him down. Steve will never admit it, but he loves the feeling of the wall behind him, the way he feels pinned up. Supported.
“Worse ways to go.” He breathes against her lips.
She’s small, tiny, and he’s got at least half a foot on her, so it isn’t hard to stoop a little lower, get his hands around the backs of her thighs and hoist her up. Settle the weight of her against him.
“You’ve got some moves yourself.” She says. Brushes the hair away from his forehead and Steve does his best to not press into the warmth of her touch.
Instead, he navigates them through the dim light of his home. Skips the stairs that lead up to his room and heads straight for the couch, sitting down carefully, so she has time to adjust. She laughs and he swallows the sound of it, wrapping an arm around her back and sealing her to him, so it can’t escape.
Steve’s in no rush here. He’s got time and a half, with Robin out for the night, and it’s been so long since he’s done this. It doesn’t stop him from playing with the hem of her shirt, from tugging it out from its firm tuck into her skirt. He relishes in the shudder his fingers inspire against her skin.
She breaks away, pulls back to help him get her shirt up and over her head. He spares a second for her bra, a utilitarian thing, before heading straight for the dip of her clavicle. Keeps and iron grip around her waist as she shifts in his lap.
He loves this. Missed this. The feeling of hands in his hair, of a steady rhythm starting up as she moves again. The sound of someone in his ear.
He migrates away from the bone, heads up her neck and gets teeth right on a tendon. She gasps and the feel of it zings straight through his skin. Goes for it again, this time with intent.
And then she goes rigid in his grasp.
“Shit.” She hisses, rolls off of him to the side so she’s laying down. Steve follows, skin still singing, settling into the cradle of her hips.
Her arms come up immediately. Defensively. One covering herself and the other firm on Steve’s chest, keeping him at a distance.
“I thought you said your roommate was out for the night.” She hisses at him.
“She is?” He says, and wonders what that has to do with anything. “She’s out tonight.”
“Well, she clearly came back early.” She says, looking a little bit like he might be stupid. “She’s on the stairs.”
Steve frowns.
Robin doesn’t really come back early. She actually has a reputation for closing out the bars. And if she doesn’t and she’s alone, she’s calling Steve, bullying him into a ride.
It’s his luck that the one in a million chance of Robin coming home early happened tonight, of all nights. And maybe she heard him and decided loitering on the stairs was the best way to let him know she’s home, with the added bonus of making the whole thing as uncomfortable as possible. It’s well within her playbook. Nancy, he thinks her name is, tilts her chin up and narrows her eyes at him, hand still keeping him at bay.
He gives her a smile. “Don’t worry. She’s just doesn't know how to use words like a normal person when we have guests over.” He says it loud, clear. So Robin can hear.
But no indignant squawking happens. He rolls his eyes. She’s really leaning into this.
“Robin.” He says, pushing up and away from Nancy and looks over his shoulder. “C’mon-”
There’s no one on the stairs.
Not Robin.
Not even the reflective eyes of their cat.
He sits up all the way. The stairs lead up to the hallway, completely cast in stark shadows. He stares at it, hard, like maybe Robin’s head will materialize in the dark, peeking around the corner to spy and make sure her prank worked.
But she doesn’t pop out and he’s left staring into the void of their upstairs.
He sits up.
“Rob?” He calls out, even louder this time. “You home?”
Their home doesn’t echo, the walls are solid, but Steve swears it reverberates in the silence.
#steddie fic#wip ask game#stranger things fic#steddie au#or it will be#stancy but really not stancy#juicewrites#do i hate this?#yeah#thanks for asking!!!#toburnup#my writing
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s5 will cleaning a gash on mikes face that he got throwing himself in harms way for him while emotionally raging on about how stupid he was for getting himself hurt, how he could've gotten himself killed, what would he have done if he’d lost him etc and mike just gazes at him with so much love before lunging forward and kissing him right in the middle of his rant and suddenly, he’s not so mad anymore
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Potion!
#its willow tea for rooting plants#or it will be#big dying willow is going to be brought down all the way soon#so im getting what i can now#cuttings to try and propogate elswhere#other cuttings for more tea#and the bigger branches will be given to the rabbits or used for something else
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my queue is full of frogs.....
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y'all wanna bet that I can work through all these matchups tonight even though I have an appointment tomorrow 👀
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