#festers fuckery

[stupidscav]

id 7029 i found on discord scavbot if nobody owns them theyre mine

might name them bluey

#scavs silly misc #rain world #rw #rw scavenger #festers fuckery #i did this instead of sleeping sighs

[elited-scavenger]

what do you do to make singularity bombs

wait let me rephrase

what do you do to the rarefaction cells.

...

i have tales..

if you have pearls.

#this ask gave me an idea. grins evily #scavblr #perl tag #festers fuckery #rw scavenger #thumbsup #anon

[hexusproductions]

Hush Weaver and FJ can't hang around together because they're completely incompatible, power-wise and emotionally, but Hush Weaver and Pleonexia couldn't meet because I fully believe Pleo would kill Hush in less than an hour

#oc #and honestly it'd be weirdly chill. Hush is completely apathetic to dying and Pleo is a murderer who hates being fucked with #Hush would try her brain fuckery and Pleo would say 'Oh I don't like that' and stab one of Hush's important organs #very clean transaction you could say lol #I need to do more OC stuff I've been busy with comms and Flatline lately. Feel like I've abandoned them a little bit #Hush Weaver #Pleonexia #Fester Jester #bc shes mentioned

[gutterspeak]

Guiding Star, Tormentor Mine

CHAPTER 4 / ? || commander x daeran. ~5.1k / ~20.9k total. aeon ending spoilers, post-game – or is it? the time travel fuckery continues.

it took ten months, and I ended up splitting this chapter into two (the second half of which is still a heavy WIP so who knows when it'll see the light of day...) but! I had a lot of fun with this one, even though it kicked my butt.

enjoy ♡

“You’re coming,” Luthais clips. It is, unmistakably, an order. “Forgive me if I implied there was room to argue. I have questions. I’ve been very patient. I would have you clarify what you’ve left me to puzzle out before whatever catastrophe that befell you comes to pass and I no longer have any use for what you have to say.” The weed in his chest festers into something far worse. It grows thorns, hewing his cage of ribs. It splits him open. It feels like rot. And what else is he to do but smile? Bow at the waist? Accept this steaming pile of shit as he’s accepted every other? Gladly? With open eyes and open arms? The words, bitterly familiar, catch behind Daeran’s teeth. “...Of course, Commander.” A monstrous thought comes to him, unbidden. Would it have been better if you’d died? If you’d shattered to time, as you were meant?

READ ON AO3 || from the beginning

#pwotr pals #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #daeran arendae #wotr commander #commander x daeran #🌿.txt #my writing

[huntforachievements]

Alright Jason. You barely won any Emmys because of category fuckery from The Bear. Now I know you must be feeling some kind of way. Let that anger fester and turn to spite. Then use that spite to write a season 4 worthy of sweeping all the awards.

#ted lasso #jason sudeikis #the emmys #i know im delusional but i can dream okay?

[suffersinfandom]

A somewhat realistic wishlist for OFMD's season finale:

Stede and Ed fucking TALK for two minutes, please, I know we don't have time but

Stede asks someone if they meant to do something that they very clearly meant to do

Ed reads something, officially killing the "can Ed read" discourse

A seagull (assumed to be Buttons) plays an important narrative role

Spanish Jackie and her husbands fuck up some English navy guys

Jim/Archie/Olu/Zheng Yi Sao polycule confirmation (bonus points if Archie and Zheng Yi Sao smooch)

Black Pete does something very cool and butch and Lucius is like THAT'S MY FIANCE BITCHES

At least three moments that make everyone on this site go "wow Taika is so good at having eyes"

TWO Gentlebeard kisses (one sweet one, one passionate one)

Ed and Stede end the season with no major conflicts festering between them

The crew ends the season together as a family

ABBA song (bonus points: sword fight set to SOS)

I have other dreams, but I don't think that Ed and Stede will feign their deaths via fuckery so they can semi-retire and operate an authentic pirate B&B experience on the Revenge ;_;

EDIT: Hey, at least the three things that I unambiguously got were really important to me! I have some concerns about Ed and Stede and their complete inability to talk, but hopefully we'll get a season three that'll dig into that.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 wishlist #me typing things

[moonfurthetemmie]

Question how tall are the ds horror cast?

We don’t have any specific numbers, but everyone (save Fester, Spindle, and Delusion) are about the same height as their normal DS alternates.

Fester and Spindle have demonic fuckery going on and they are noticeably Taller

Delusion’s also taller than normal DS Dream but he’s just a tall bitch

#Horror!DS #h!ds questions #also something about delusion looking down on everyone #also we were considering making Pluto shorter than DS Nightmare for shits and giggles #in the interest of nightmare’s safety however we shall not #not that he’s safe now. just safer than he would be is Pluto was shorter than him

[ooc-miqojak]

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

Hm... typically darker types of people. She's bi, though she definitely has a masculine-leaning/presenting preference: Is he tall? Do they practice dark magic? Or maybe use lots of knives? Wear lots of leather, or have lots of tattoos? Though I guess that's still kind of limited to humans and elves as far as the peoples of the Horde and Alliance go. I feel like her taste in more feminine-presenting types of people is probably... more messy, and tends to trend towards those who use the Light for... well, her own fucked up reasons! She's turning into a demon, and used to wield the Light. Something-something Satan yearns for the Light which spurned them, etc - feel free to read into it, it's meant to be unhealthy! Resentment left to fester in the warping mind of a demon isn't going to be healthy. Villain-fuckery abounds, basically - so it's hardly ever been healthy, but... hey, nothing says dark people can't have healthy relationship dynamics with the right blend of personalities... she's just not met someone yet who... I guess could/would help her try and maintain a healthier balance?

#thanks for asking! #the girl ain't right #by horn and hoof #look a more femme warlock/pirate or something would be fine too #these aren't hard lines #these are just fucked up trends #realistically gender presentation probably matters very little #also several Elven priests and paladins have hurt/fucked her over in her life #all of them were women #it was a weird RP trend for a while #plus she had/has a lot of self-loathing as a paladin #and a lot of love/hate for the Light in general #so the cycle of corruption continues and all that

[bottomvalerius]

Valerius also has a shit ton of commissions of his fursona, but they're painfully tasteful and decadently done. He's known among Vesuvia's artists for paying very well but being IMMENSELY PICKY about the most insane little details (the shade of blue should be rich cobalt, not deep royal, the horns should be __ mm thick at the base and have a slightly blunted tip as though tastefully maintained.)

Modern AU also has a bunch of horrendous goth sparkleanimal OCs he commissioned in his youth that are buried deep in storage.

Okay but because I’m having so many Sam/Val thoughts, I HAVE been festering on the idea of Sam going through his collection like “oh wow, some of these are very rare! I’m surprised this artist let you on their waitlist” and then surprising him with like a room length very tasteful monster fuckery painting by one of his faves LMFAOOO :’)

#so. many. tentacles. #but yes Val is the type of furry to be like IM NOT LIKE O T H E R FURRIES!!! #truly Valerius would thrive with a sugar daddy LMAO Sam would be his best by far #also gets him very rare vintages when he’s good for 5 minutes :’))) #asks #anon #bottom is drunk and answers anons

[stupidscav]

I want you to know how much your piece of Arti hugging Monk with the text “I still love you” about it has affected me, it really touched and comforted me. You’re a wonderful artist, and your work, not just that one drawing, really really moves me.

hello anon I am.wow

thank you so much.i really only made the drawing for comfort, I didn't expect anyone to actually find it meaningful in any way, nor do I expect most of my work to make an impact, even if it's to just one person. but I'm so glad it comforts you.

you are important

you are amazing

you deserve care

you deserve comfort

you are loved.

i know, because i love you/p

@sleepinginmute thinkingof.you while making this post actually/pos/p

#pearl treasury #if i think abt this more i may cry/pos #scavs silly misc #festers fuckery #monkificer #rw butter #s/h #self harm #s/h scars #self harm scars #thank you

[elited-scavenger]

@maybeiwasntthere2 this is your fault gahhhf!!!/silly

#scavblr #festers fuckery #life or bath for dry cat

[sizkza]

Character A saying something like “Oh my god, oh my god! Thank you thank you thank you!! I could just about kiss you right now!!!” and Character B being a giant, silent, steaming red tomato in response to the joyful, particularly oblivious fuckery is one of my fav things ever. Like hell yes girl feel your cartoony, hand-drawn soul leave your body. fester in your climbing affection. deal with your emotional constipation you utter pushover

#finn.txt #rambles #character things

[theautisticbarbie]

A Bird of Praise

Act II

Chapter IX : Electrical Disruption

Word Count- 6,580 (super long I know but that should make up for the hella writers block)

Chapter warnings: Allusions to medical trauma, Billy being his usual alcoholic dickhead self, love bombing, manipulation, supernatural fuckery, body shaming and fat phobia

Chapter Summary: Tara’s bite worsens as the wound festers, and just when she feels a lull in the turmoil with her boyfriend, the violence escalates.

It didn’t take long for everyone to get onto the same page.

Everyone being the party, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Daniel, Joyce and Hopper.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” Daniel asked.

“I was cold. I figured it was no biggie,” Tara said.

“So how long have you been unable to use your powers?” Hopper asked.

“Since what happened at Tina’s party,” Tara answered.

“Right. We still have to have a little chitchat about that.” Hopper looked off to the side, clearly awaiting an uncomfortable conversation. “And these blackouts. How long have they been going on?”

“Since I bumped into El on Thursday.”

“And what was she saying during these blackouts?” Hopper asked El.

“The same thing Mama says.”

“I wish I knew this was happening,” Tara offered. “But I don’t. Just that every time I tried to use my powers, until last night… or this morning, depending on how you look at it, I had blackouts.”

“Last night is when El closed the gate! Maybe that has something to do with it!” Mike said.

“What gate?” Tara asked.

“The gate to the upside down,” Mike explained. “The mirror realm, as you call it.”

“I did have a pretty disturbing nightmare last night. There was death, screaming, an awful burning sensation… but then Max woke me up.”

“And you flung me 10 feet away,” Max retorted.

“About that, and to be clear, that was an accident, I haven’t tried using my powers since then. And I wasn’t even consciously using them when that happened.”

“So try using them right now,” Hopper said.

“What?”

“Right now. Show us what we’re working with.”

Tara gave a relenting sigh. “Okay.”

Tara took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The lights surged and was immediately followed by Tara vomiting onto the floor.

“Tara!” Joyce called, running to her side.

“I’m okay…” Tara just barely choked out while Joyce rubbed her backside.

Dustin made a face like a lightbulb had just gone off in his head.

“What’s up with the face, Henderson? You think this is funny?” Steve asked.

“Yeah! Because I know exactly what’s going on!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! Really! El! Use your powers right now!”

A confused El moved a can of Dr Pepper on the table slightly to the left, and in turn, more vomit erupted from Tara’s mouth. El recoiled, mortified.

“I knew it!” Dustin declared, slapping his hands on the table. “God, it was so obvious! This whole time!”

“Okay, then, super genius! What’s going on?” Lucas asked.

Dustin stood up and crossed his arms. “I could have expected this from Hopper or Steve or any of the rest! But you guys? The AV club? We literally have our whole setup designed to mitigate the exact problem Tara’s having, and you still don’t know what it is? For shame!” Dustin taunted, striking his right pointer finger over his left in the party’s general direction.

“If it’s so obvious, what’s going on?” Max asked, annoyed.

“Lucas, hand me your walkie!”

“What?”

“Trust me! I have a point!”

Lucas handed Dustin his walkie and he proceeded to crash it together with his own.

“What the hell, man!” Lucas exclaimed indignantly.

“Just wait!” Dustin said, placing one walkie in the kitchen so it won’t cause interference.

Dustin then tried to talk into the other walkie, only to get loud screeching feedback, however, his body language indicated that he was expecting that to happen.

“Electrical Disruption!” Mike blurted out, having an A-ha moment.

“Exactly!” Dustin affirmed.

“What’s electrical disruption?” Steve asked, confused.

“All electronics with communication capabilities have an electromagnetic signal that they transmit. Even televisions. If something happens… like a crash or a collision, the signal gets all mixed up every time you try to use it. So assuming that the psychic powers work like an electromagnetic signal, when Tara bumped into El…”

“It messed up her signal!” Lucas said, figuring it out.

“But that only accounts for the blackouts. I’ve been feeling off-kilter since Will First disappeared.”

“Since El first opened the gate!” Mike said, connecting the dots.

“Mr. Clark said that opening the gate would cause massive electromagnetic disruptions! This just further proves my point! I’m right on the money, as always!”

“So how do we fix it?” Hopper asked.

“Easy!” Dustin turned the radio off and turned it back on again. When he used it, the signal was normal.

Tara shot Dustin a confused look, raising a brow.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Dustin asked.

“No,” Tara said flatly. “That doesn’t help me at all. I’m not a radio. I’m a person and I don’t have an off-switch.”

“You can say that again,” Max sniggered.

“Red, that isn’t funny!” Daniel chided. “Tara could die!”

“Maybe Dr. Owens will know what the next best thing is!” Tara offered.

“That might be a problem,” Hopper said. “Dr. Owens had a bit of a mishap at the lab.”

“What happened? Is he okay?” Tara asked, concerned.

“He’ll be fine, but he might be out of the picture for a bit. I’ll see what I can do,” Hopper explained.

“Maybe this Dr. Owens guy can help with your other problem?” Steve asked.

“What other problem?” Daniel asked.

“Dart bit Tara…” Dustin said meekly.

“What? Who’s Dart?” Daniel asked.

“A baby troll he kept in his room,” Tara said, arms crossed.

“A troll?” Daniel asked.

“From the mirror realm,” Tara clarified.

“What the hell, Henderson!” Daniel yelled.

“I didn’t know he was a fucking Demogorgon!” Dustin yelled defensively.

“Hey! Enough!” Hopper yelled.

Tara suddenly clutched her leg, wincing in pain.

“Tara!” Joyce kneeled next to her. “Are you okay?”

“My leg…”

“Come on. Let me see.”

Tara rolled down her sock showing the gauzed wound.

“It looks like it might be a little red and swollen. Let me see if I have any ice.”

Suddenly, Dustin’s face changed. “Wait, Mrs. Byers—“

But it was too late. Joyce opened her freezer door and a dead troll fell out, eliciting a scream.

Will heard his mom scream and went to investigate.

“Why is there a demogorgon in my mom’s freezer?” Will asked?

“You put a dead troll in Mrs. Byers freezer?” Tara asked.

“It’s a groundbreaking scientific discovery! I couldn’t just leave it!” Dustin explained.

It suddenly occurred to Tara that Joyce could absolutely force her to go to the hospital and that Hopper would definitely put her in handcuffs if she refused.

“It’s okay!” she declared, standing up. “I don’t need the ice! I’ll just go home and rest!”

“Hey! We’re not done here!” Hopper said.

“It’s almost 9pm and it’s a school night. So yeah. We’re done for today,” Tara said.

“Sit your ass down!” he insisted.

“Bye!” Tara called, scurrying out of there.

“Hey! Hey!” Hopper called in pursuit.

Too late. Tara sped out of there.

Thanks to the pain in her leg, the drive back home was rough.

Once she finally haphazardly pulled into her driveway, she immediately bolted through her door in pursuit of any kind of relief. She went into her bathroom, rifled through her medicine cabinet and pulled her sock down. She removed her dressing and was horrified to see the mark from the bite was beginning to spread.

Desperate to alleviate the pain, she ran the bath faucet at the coldest possible setting and stuck her leg directly under the running water.

Thankfully, the combination of the water pressure and the cold offered ample relief. She enjoyed the soothing sensation for just a bit longer when she felt something crawl under the skin of her leg. The temptation to pick at the wound eventually overtook her and she scratched it open. The moment she did that, something slimy emerged from the wound. Tara had no idea what it was, and before she could identify it, it slid down the drain.

She decided to re-close and re-dress the wound and turn in for the night.

After applying a fresh layer of gauze, she walked into her room to see the floor littered with beer cans and a heavily inebriated Billy lying on her bed, looking morosely at a whiskey bottle he was holding.

“I get why you hate me,” he slurred.

“I don’t hate you,” Tara sighed.

“Come on, Tara. Don’t bullshit me.”

“I don’t. I just… I just wish you treated me a little bit better. I wish I felt loved by you.”

“I know… I wish I weren’t like this. Whenever I get mad, I see red… and then it’s like watching myself in a movie. Like… I can’t stop myself no matter how much I want to. I just feel myself get angrier and angrier. In my head, I’m literally just screaming at myself to stop but nothing changes. Like my anger is holding me hostage.”

“It feels like a lot of things make you angry.”

“I know. I hate how easily pissed off I am. I hate that I still feel so empty even knowing that I have you, that I go have meaningless sex with other girls to fill the void. I wish you were enough.”

Tara seized this opportunity in which Billy was spilling his guts to try to get the truth from him. “Do you actually love me?” she asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

“Yeah, I do. And that scares the shit out of me.”

Billy began to drunkenly choke up.

“I love you. And that’s the worst part. I know eventually, you’re gonna get sick of my shit and leave. It’s inevitable. I can’t stop myself and everyone eventually gets fed up and leaves.”

He took a swig from his whiskey bottle as tears poured out the sides of his eyes.

“Driving my car so fast… it’s the only way I feel real anymore… Sometimes when I get drunk and black out… I hope I won’t wake up.”

“Billy…”

Tara lied next to him and held his head in her arms and proceeded to stroke his strawberry blonde mullet.

“Don’t leave me,” he slurred.

“I won’t. You’re stuck with me.”

“I love you…” he slurred quietly.

“I love you, too.”

Tara drifted off to sleep just like this, certain that she had finally gotten through to him.

“GET YOUR ASS UP, YOU LAZY BITCH!”

Tara was jolted awake to see a very irate Billy standing over her.

“Oh now you’re up! About damn time!”

Tara looked at the clock and realised that school starts in 20 minutes.

“Oh no!” she panicked, realising she forgot to set her alarm.

“Oh yes! You were too lazy to wake me up, and now we’re gonna be late!”

“Billy, the last time I woke you up, you punched me.”

“And that made you too chickenshit to do it? You realise that you’re gonna make Max late, too, right?”

“I’m sorry, Billy!”

“Bullshit, you’re sorry!”

Tara walked outside to see Max sitting on the curb clearly very ready for school with an annoyed look on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Max! I—“

“It’s fine.”

The whole ride there was filled with Billy cursing and screaming and berating Tara for being lazy. It was as though the conversation last night never occurred.

“Billy, you’re scaring me!” Tara pleaded, hoping to reach that part of him that supposedly watches himself rage in the hopes that he’ll regain control.

“You wanna see scary? I’ll fucking show you scary!” he screamed, slamming his foot on the accelerator.

Tara watched in horror as the speedometer very quickly approached the “100” on the dash.

“BILLY, STOP! YOU’RE GONNA KILL US!” Tara cried, looking to the back seat to see a very horrified Max.

“I can’t have Max’s teacher giving her hell because of you!”

“Billy, It’s okay!” Max said, desperate to calm him down.

“No, it’s not okay! Nothing about this shit is okay!”

When they finally pulled up to the school, Max immediately hopped out with her skateboard and made her way to Hawkins Middle.

When she made her way to class, she walked through the door when she was greeted by Mr. Clark.

“Max! Good of you to join us!”

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. My brother and his girlfriend overslept.”

“It happens to the best of us. Why don’t you take a seat? We were just discussing what exactly a half-life is and how it impacts different studies.”

Max set her book bag on the table and was instantly horrified.

The bright pink sequined backpack with the pointe shoe keychain was most definitely not hers.

“Shit!” Max exclaimed.

“Whoah! Let’s watch the profanity here,” Mr. Clark warned. “Don’t want to get a demerit, do you?”

“I’m sorry! I was rushing and grabbed my brother’s girlfriend’s backpack by mistake!”

“Well, for now, you can share with Mr. Henderson until the two of you can fix that little switcheroo.”

Max wasn’t the only one who was experiencing fall out from her human error.

Tara was quite distraught to notice her book bag was suddenly mute in colour and contained textbooks for 8th grade.

“Psst! Nancy! Can I share textbooks with you?”

“Why don’t you ask your popular cheerleader friends?”

“What seems to be the problem here?” Mr. Washington asked.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Washington. I was rushing to get to class and in my haste , I accidentally grabbed my boyfriend’s sister’s book bag instead of mine.”

“It’s okay, you can share with me for now,” offered a cheerleader in the seat next to her’s.

“That’s very good of you, Miss Singleton. Miss Newman, let’s try to be more prepared in the future. Coming on time and prepared is essential to pass.”

“Yes, of course.”

After first period, Max grabbed her skateboard to head to the high school to make the switch.

“Wait a sec,” Dustin said, noticing the keychain. “Is that Tara’s backpack?”

“Yeah,” Max confirmed.

“Tara’s with your piece of shit brother?” Mike asked.

“I thought you guys knew!” she retorted.

“No! Obviously we didn’t!” Mike said.

“We can’t just let him get away with that!” Lucas added.

“What are we supposed to do about it? We’re just kids, remember?” Max pointed out.

“She’s in danger!” Dustin declared.

“Danger? You have no room to talk! You put a demogorgon in Will’s freezer!”

“A dead one, Max! A dead one!”

“Oh, that’s sooooo much better!” Max quipped sarcastically.

“Guys! We can all agree on one thing!” Lucas interjected. “An NPC is in danger, which starts a quest.”

“A quest?” Max asked, annoyed.

“Been a while since we last had a side quest!” Dustin declared.

“Tara being in danger isn’t a side quest! It’s a main quest!” Mike retorted.

“She’s not in danger! You’re being a bunch of babies! They’ve been together for months! If Billy was going to hurt her, he would have already!”

With that, Max skated off to the high school with Tara’s backpack in tow.

After the swap was made, Tara made her way to ballet class.

When she got to the studio, people were huddled around a bulletin board. The casting for Nutcracker was posted.

An excited Tara rushed to the board and her face fell in disappointment when she saw it.

Clara - Lori Singleton

Tara was heartbroken. She thought for sure that she had landed the role but alas, her dreams were crushed.

“Yes!” cheered the girl next to her. Tara turned her attention to see the girl who rescued her from her awkward predicament in first period.

“Congratulations,” Tara said, meekly.

“Thanks!” Lori chirped, oblivious to Tara’s dismay.

“Thanks for helping me earlier,” Tara added.

“Oh that’s nothing! Congratulations, by the way!”

Tara shot Lori a confused look who gestured at the cast list, prompting Tara to take a more thorough look.

Nutcracker Cast

Hawkins High Team:

Clara - Lori Singleton

Nutcracker Prince - Spencer Christiansen

Mouse King - Cole Fisher

Drosselmeyer - Cyrus Walker

Snow Queen - Kenzie Michaels

Dewdrop Princess - Chrissy Cunningham

Sugarplum Fairy - Tara Newman

Tara felt a bit better. While that was definitely not her first choice, the Sugarplum Fairy was also a role she was happy to have.

Once she took a look at that, she went further down the list.

The Flamingo (Spanish Dance) - Alanna Alvarez

The Peacock (Arabian Dance) - Irenia Draculisti

Mother Ginger - Alexa Mulligan

Hawkins Middle Junior Team:

Peppermint (Russian Dance) - Corey Haywood, Emma Rigby, Kirby Hoover, Janessa MacLeod

The Poinsettia Fairies (Dance of the Reed Pipes) - Chloe Norville, Lucy Mendes, Paige Fowler

Hawkins Sprouts Team:

The Hummingbird (Chinese Dance) - Holly Wheeler

Tara looked at the list and smiled. This was the first year someone from the Sprouts had a solo.

The Sprouts team was created back when Hawkins Middle, Hawkins Elementary and the preschool were all the same building and Hawkins High was 2 buildings. Then the city had a particularly bad fiscal year and had to cut funding to the high school and they ended up down to one building. Hawkins Middle ended up taking over the second building and the preschool moved to a church. Ergo, everyone had their own space onward.

The high schoolers get their lesson in the morning, the middle schoolers in the afternoon and the elementary and preschoolers on the weekends. Karen enlisted baby Holly into the Sprouts as soon as she started preschool.

Back at Hawkins Middle, the party were morosely picking at their lunches while waiting for Max.

“I just don’t understand how Tara could end up with someone like Billy,” Mike said.

“Yeah, what was she doing wearing Daniel’s sweatshirt last night, anyway? Something is off,” Dustin added.

“Maybe she doesn’t know that he’s a jerk,” Will suggested.

“How could she not know? He’s practically made it his whole personality!” Lucas retorted.

“I think what Will is trying to say is that maybe she just hasn’t seen that side of him yet. Maybe he hides it from her,” Mike said.

“Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Who?” Max asked, finally joining the conversation.

“The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! What Tara sees is Dr. Henry Jekyll! A kind gentleman who would never do wrong by a woman even in his wildest dreams! What the rest of the world gets is Mr. Edward Hyde. A nefarious and wicked menace to society who takes sickening pleasure in the pain of others.”

“Dustin, what are you even—“

“What if she catches him in the act?” Mike asked before Max could finish.

“What are you guys—“

“Catch him as Mr. Hyde? How are we supposed to do that? He’s probably a mastermind by now!” Dustin declared.

“Then we’ll have to lure him out with something he can’t resist! Lucas, you’ll be the bait!”

“What?? Why do I have to be the bait?”

“Because he hates you more than the rest of us!”

“And why do you think that is, Mike??”

“I don’t know. Because he’s already a jerk and because you’re always sniffing around Max and he doesn’t really know you.”

“You’re missing a big one, Mike! Figure it out! Everyone else already has!”

“Figure out what? Max, what is he even talking about?”

“Nothing,” Max said after some hesitation. “Just… don’t worry about it, okay? I already told him to leave you guys alone.”

“Listen Lucas,” Mike said, starting again. “Tara needs us. This is for the greater good! And what’s the number one rule of the party when it comes to the greater good?”

“The greater good always comes first.” Lucas relented.

“Exactly. So you’re gonna have to suck it up and be a man! Tara needs us! Now here’s the plan!”

After the school day, Tara had to go to the studio for the costume fitting.

Mrs. Cunningham volunteered to make the costumes for the middle and high schoolers starting when Chrissy was in Hawkins Middle. Unfortunately for the others, she had a bad habit of getting bent out of shape when they didn’t fit the way she thought they should.

For the past 3 productions of Nutcracker, she was in charge of the Snowflakes and Flowers.

The plan was to get fit for Snowflakes and Flowers and run through both dances once.

Admittedly, Tara was a little bit disappointed about not getting to be a flower this year since she was doing the Sugarplum Fairy, but she was happy to have a principal role.

Once she got to the studio, Mrs. Cunningham was already fitting the other dancers.

Once she got to Tara, her dress wouldn’t quite close.

“That makes no sense!” Mrs. Cunningham said with a disgruntled huff. “Your dress fit you last time!”

“Well,” Tara started. “To be fair, last time was 2 years ago and we’ve all grown since then.”

“Everyone else seems to fit just fine!” Mrs. Cunningham declared, not satisfied with Tara's answer.

“It’s because she eats everything like it’s her last meal,” Billy chimed in from the sidelines.

Tara cursed that he was her ride home. It had never even occurred to her that his reasons for wanting to sit in on her fitting were malicious in nature.

“Well, that’s why we have fittings before the show. We can alter it. It’s not that deep,” Ms. McIntyre declared.

“Okay, girls, let’s safety pin what we need and run through it!” she called, turning her attention to the class.

“Make your fat ass stop eating everything in existence. Then it’ll fit,” Billy said loud enough for Tara to hear.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the music began.

By the time it was her queue, Tara was full blown crying. She barely got 8 counts in before she broke down.

Before anyone could ask her if she was okay, she stormed out.

She threw her dress haphazardly onto a chair in the dressing room, grabbed her book bag and tearfully bolted off.

Between school and her house, she sobbed the whole way home. When she opened the door, she saw her mother drinking tea in the dining room and presumably enjoying the peace and quiet before Daniel comes home from band practise.

Tara barely got two paces into her room before she threw her backpack onto her unmade bed with a huff.

“Tara, what’s wrong?” Eleanor asked, making her way up the stairs.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Tara mumbled, collapsing onto the bed.

“Why? What happened?” Eleanor pressed.

“Mrs. Cunningham got mad at me because my costume didn’t fit!” Tara sobbed.

“What?”

Most of what Tara said was unintelligible throughout her sobbing. All Eleanor could vaguely hear was “…said that I eat everything like it’s my last meal, called me fat and said he was gonna starve me…”

“She said that to you?”

Tara only sobbed. She was inconsolable. She heard Eleanor leave her room followed by her cellphone ringing.

“Hello?” she answered, wiping snot off of her face.

“Hey, Tara! Guess who got discharged on bed rest?”

Tara was confused for a moment. How did Eddie get her cellphone number? Then she remembered giving it to Wayne and to the hospital so they could let her know if there were any changes in Eddie’s condition.

“Oh, hey Eddie,” she sniffled.

“Are you okay?”

Tara only sniffled in response.

“Hey I have an idea. Why don’t you come over and we can watch Plan 9 From Outer Space?”

“What’s plan 9 from Outer Space?”

“Only the most comedically awful movie in existence. And you know what they say. Laughter is the best medicine.”

To be honest, a good laugh sounded great right about now to her.

When she arrived at Forest Hills Trailer Park, she pulled into the visitor parking and waved to get the security guard’s attention.

“Excuse me, how long are we allowed to park here?”

“Until you leave,” he answered, confused.

“Okay! Do I need a ticket or a visitor’s badge or anything?”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No. I live on Cherry Road.”

“Just park where you want. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay! Thank you… Lester!” she said, peering at his name tag.

“Don’t mention it, kid.”

Tara found Eddie’s trailer almost instantly. She gently knocked on the door before hearing “It’s open, princess,” from inside.

When she entered, Eddie was laid out on the couch with his tattoos on full display, beer in hand, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. Tara could also see the bandaging of the wound on his abdomen.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted casually.

“Hey! How are you feeling?”

“Oh you know. Same shit. Different day.”

“And your stomach?” Tara clarified.

“Oh! Pfft! You’re still worried about that little pin-prick? I’ll be fine. Doc just said I have to refrain from strenuous activity for the next week or so, and I think you know me well enough to know that won’t be an issue, especially now that Brenda and I are broken up.”

“Oh, did you guys exercise a lot?”

“Something like that!” Eddie replied, unable to refrain from erupting into laughter.

When Tara casted a confused look, Eddie’s laugh turned into an awkward chuckle before he grabbed the VHS tape. “Shall we, my dear?”

What followed was an hour and 20 minutes of incomprehensible nonsense and Bela Lugosi wearing his old "Dracula" costume 20 years after "Dracula" and way out of his prime. It was hysterical.

"Soooo… that was Plan 9 from Outer Space?" Tara asked.

"Yup. Gets me every time.”

“That was… something.”

“So you like Genesis, huh?”

“Oh yeah! I love them!”

“Are you a Phil Collins girl or a Peter Gabriel girl?”

“Phil Collins for sure!”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Eddie said, pulling out various tape decks.

The next hour or so was spent listening extensively to Phil Collins Genesis.

When the song “Illegal Alien” came up next, Eddie promptly hit the skip button.

“We’re uh… just gonna skip this one…”

The two of them continued to listen when Tara finally spoke.

“Eddie, am I fat?”

“Huh?”

“Am I fat?”

“Well,” Eddie took a sharp breath. “First of all, being fat is not a bad thing.”

“That sounds like a yes,” Tara said meekly.

“You’re a little pudgy, yeah, but I wouldn’t necessarily say you were fat.”

“Billy said he was gonna starve me…”

“Tara, why are you still with that douche?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, as you can see,” Eddie gestured to his wound and current state “I have nowhere to be.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Look,” Eddie said with an exasperated sigh. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m always here, okay?”

“Wow. Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate that.”

“Of course, princess. Anything to get out of catch-up homework,” he said half-joking.

That instantly reminded Tara.

“Shoot! I have to go!”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“A classmate of mine missed a few days of school and I was supposed to get her assignments to her!” Tara said, hurriedly collecting her belongings.

“Gotta go! Feel better!”

The drive to the Wheeler house was pretty frantic. Once Tara parked, she took a breath to collect herself and walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

“Ted will you PLEASE get the door?” Tara overheard.

“All right. All righty. I’m coming. Hold your horses.”

“Hi, Mr. Wheeler! Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all. What can I do ya for, Tara?”

“Oh, I’m just here to drop off Nancy’s homework for the past couple of days!” she said, handing Ted the papers.

“And why wouldn’t she have gotten these herself, I wonder?” Ted asked, adjusting his glasses.

“I kind of just assumed that it was because she hadn’t been at school the past few days.”

“Is that right? That’s news to me.”

“Ted, what’s going on?” Karen asked from the next room.

“Apparently, our daughter’s been playing hooky.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Tara was nice enough to drop off her schoolwork for her.” Ted said, handing the papers to his wife.

“Unbelievable!” Karen exclaimed, examining the papers.

“I hope I didn’t cause any trouble,” Tara said meekly.

“Oh, we’ll handle this. You have yourself a good night,” Ted said, before shutting the door right in her face.

Tara walked to her car in a confused state. People could be so bizarre sometimes.

When she got back home, she noticed that Billy’s car wasn’t in his driveway.

Perhaps she should be more upset that Billy is up to his usual unfaithful shenanigans while her mother was home and could easily become privy to them, but she couldn’t muster up anything at the moment.

She decided to change into her pyjamas and unwind with a snack before bed. Once she got into the kitchen, though, she was confronted by her mother.

“What happened to your leg?” Eleanor asked, noticing the bandaging.

“Oh! That. A raccoon bit me. I went to urgent care. They disinfected it and said I would be fine.”

Eleanor went into the living room with her tea.

The next day, Mike, Lucas, Will and Dustin were waiting for Tara to show up so they could enact their plan. They were on their bikes, stationed just far enough away away from the high school that they could keep watch without being noticed when they spotted Billy’s Camaro speed into the parking lot.

“There they are!” Mike declared. “Remember! We stick to the plan!”

Max began skating her way to the middle school when Lucas collapsed, clutching his side and immediately getting both Max and Tara’s attention.

“Lucas!” Max called, skating to him with Tara following behind.

Billy stayed behind by his car, lighting a cigarette and looking at the scene play out with contempt.

“What happened?” Tara asked, kneeling next to him.

“I don’t know! He just fell!” Mike said.

“He just fell?” Max interrogated.

“I don’t know!” he retorted defensively.

“It hurts!” Lucas wailed, clutching his side.

“I’m taking him to the nurse’s office!” Tara said, picking him up with a strained grunt. “Heavens to Betsy! You kids are growing up too fast!”

Once Tara got Lucas to the nurse’s office, she laid him down. “Oh jeez! I can feel that in my scoliosis!”

“Would you mind telling me why you just plopped Mr. Sinclair down on my examination table?” the nurse asked.

“He says his side hurts really bad.”

Lucas let out a groan to sell it.

“I’ll examine him,” the nurse said reaching for a box of gloves. “You can go now, Miss Newman.”

Nothing of note happened the rest of the day… at least until lunch.

The party, minus Lucas, whose parents insisted on taking him to the emergency room after they were called, was watching Tara like a hawk when she walked out of the building.

“I don’t get it.” Max, finally said. “Why are we spying on Tara?”

“You‘ll find out!” Mike retorted.

“Shouldn’t we be worried about Lucas?” she asked.

“Trust me. He’s fine.” Mike dismissed.

“Wow! Some friend you are, asshole!” Max said, flabbergasted.

“Shut up! You’re gonna give us away!”

“You know what, Mike? Screw you!” Max said, flipping the bird before storming off.

“Ah shit. Now we’ve pissed Max off again,” Dustin grimaced.

“That’s not important,” Mike declared. “Tara needs us!”

“Guys!” Will blurted out. “Look!”

What Will was referring to was Jonathan accosting Tara with a few choice words.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jonathan asked.

“I… excuse me?” Tara asked.

Jonathan mocked her stammering and pushed her. “You ratted Nancy out!”

“How was I supposed to know she was ditching? It’s not my fault the teacher asked me to get her homework to her!”

“Yeah, well, now she’s grounded! Thanks a lot!”

“You’re welcome.” Tara responded unironically before walking off.

When Tara arrived at the lunch table with the jocks and cheerleaders, she raised a brow and cleared her throat, queuing Patti to move away from her boyfriend.

“Thank you. That’s what I thought.” Tara said, taking a seat next to Billy, who wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Steve’s party is going to be amazing.” Kenzie said.

“I thought Steve wasn’t cool anymore,” Tara asked.

“He’s trying to claw his way back into King Steve territory. It’s kinda pathetic, actually,” Carol said matter-of-factly.

“So then why are you going?” Tara asked.

“For the free booze. Duh,” Patti chimed in.

“Wait, so you guys are using him for alcohol?”

“You got a problem with that, princess?” Tommy asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do!” Tara declared before storming off.

Before she could make her way to the parking lot to eat her lunch in peace, her arm was grabbed and she turned around to see a very pissed Billy.

“The hell I tell you about embarrassing me?” he asked.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Billy, I’m not listening to this right now.”

When Tara tried to walk away, he gripped her arm tighter and pulled her close.

“Let go of me!”

“Hey! I’m the one calling the shots here! And I say that we’re both going to Steve’s party tonight. Whether you want to or not.”

“No! And if you hit me again, I’ll hit you back!”

Billy gave her arm a death squeeze and leaned in dangerously close.

“Did you just threaten me, Dollface?”

Tara froze like a deer in headlights and Billy got nose to nose with her.

“Strike one,” he said.

At Steve’s party, Tara decided to find a place to wait things out after Billy selected whatever floozy he was going to cheat on her with.

After Billy split off from her, she decided to retreat to Steve’s bedroom for sanctuary with a book she stashed into her purse.

“Upside Down” by Diana Ross was blasting from the sound system downstairs.

Her peace, surprisingly enough, was completely uninterrupted. She had half expected a horny couple to kick her out and commandeer the bed for their enjoyment.

Unfortunately, it came to an end when she felt a sharp pain where Dart bit her, accompanied by overwhelming nausea.

Tara rushed to Steve’s bathroom and began heaving into the sink when her surroundings changed dramatically. She slowly realised that she was back in the mirror realm.

“Upside Down” was still playing, but was heavily muted, as though it were on the other side of a dense wall.

“Steve?” she called as her voice echoed through the empty halls.

The vines on the walls made squelching noises as Tara wandered through the vacant house.

“Billy? Nancy? Anyone?”

Her calls were answered by a booming chime.

“Since when did Steve own a grandfather clock?”

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

“Who’s there?”

“Tara…”

Tara turned around and was instantly mortified.

“Barb?”

“Why won’t you look for me, Tara?”

“I’m trying! Where do I start?”

The apparition of Barb simply walked away.

“Wait!” Tara called in pursuit.

In a chase that should have led her to Steve’s backyard. Instead, she saw the burning New Belgium Lab, eliciting a scream of horror.

“What the hell is going on here?” Steve busted into his room to see a mortified Carol and Tommy H. looking down at a writhing, screaming Tara.

“I don’t know, man! Carol and I came up here and she was just like this!”

“Maybe she took something and fucked it up by being so retarded!” Carol added.

“How about both of you just shut up!” Steve exclaimed, scooping Tara up.

Steve made his way to his backyard when he pulled a walkie out of the shed.

“Come in, you little shits! This is a code red!”

“This is Dustin. I copy. What’s going on?”

“Oh thank god. Listen, that electrical disconnect thing—“

“Electrical disruption.” Dustin corrected.

“Well whatever the hell it is, it’s happening again! Tara is completely out of it!”

“Wait, why are you with Tara?”

“Does it matter? Just tell me what to do!”

“Call Hopper! He’ll know what to do!”

“There’s no time for that! Isn’t there any way I can reach this Dr. Owens guy directly?”

“How would we know? Hopper is the only one that’s been able to talk to him!”

“Look! I can’t call Hopper here right now, okay? I’ll just… I’ll just go to him!”

“Well, you’d better haul ass, Steve, because it sounds pretty serious!”

“Yeah, no shit! Over and out!”

Once Steve slammed down the walkie, he noticed Tara coming to her senses.

“Steve?” Tara asked in a daze.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed gently, kneeling beside her.

“Where am I?” Tara asked as Steve gently shushed her.

“Excuse me,” interrupted a party girl who Steve only vaguely recognised in passing.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but that guy has been aggressively hitting on me all night after I told him to stop. Can you please just kick him out?” she asked, pointing to Billy. Because of course, it had to be him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this,” Steve said, making a beeline towards the strawberry blonde.

“Hey, dickhead! I don’t know what your problem is, but you gotta go!” Steve said.

“You’re kicking me out, Harrington?”

“You bet your sorry ass I am!”

“Remember what happened the last time you tried to tell me what to do?”

“Go ahead. Do your worst. I dare you.”

“Where the hell’s my girl anyway?” he called out, seemingly changing the subject.

“Like hell she’s going home with your drunk ass. Don’t worry. I’ll see to it she gets home safe.”

“Wrong answer, Harrington! Where is she?”

Steve only crossed his arms in response. Billy took a fireball bottle, slammed it against a wall and brandished the broken bottle neck.

“You must really wanna get fucked up!”

“Get out.”

Billy flipped a coffee table in response, grabbed the closest beer and guzzled it down.

“FUCK YOU ALL!”

“No, thanks, I’ll pass.” Steve quipped. Before he could be too proud of his witty, one-liner, though, he heard Tara sobbing and hyperventilating in a panicked state and decided to tend to that.

“Yeah that’s right! You’d better run, Harrington!” Billy called, too intoxicated to recognise his girlfriend’s cries of distress.

Steve walked Tara to his car before grabbing her in his embrace and gently rubbing her back.

“Shhhh. It’s okay.”

Tara’s muffled sobs rang into his chest as he continued to soothe her.

Once there was seemingly a lull in her crying, Steve pulled her away to look at her.

“You’re really brave, you know that?”

That did it. The dam broke and Tara started sobbing again.

Steve pulled her into his embrace again, rubbing her back.

“Let’s try taking some deep breaths.”

Steve pulled her away again.

“Come on. Breathe in.”

Steve demonstrated, allowing Tara to follow along.

“And out.”

Tara exhaled shakily, heaving out sobs.

“One more. Come on.”

Tara followed Steve’s lead a few times and eventually calmed down. Her makeup was streaking down her face, making a complete mess.

“There you go. Feel better?”

Tara took a shaky breath and wiped her face.

“Hey, I’m really sorry that it’s just me. Everyone else… they care, too. It’s just that… well, you’re not the only one who’s scared of Billy.”

Tara didn’t really know how to respond to that, so she wiped her face again.

“Look, I get the distinct impression that this isn’t your scene, so how about I take you home?”

“I just need to get my things,” Tara said heading back inside before Steve stopped her.

“Allow me. Just wait in the car, okay?”

Tara sat in the passenger seat of the BMW where her curiosity got the best of her and she peered over to the back seat, where she could see an ever so faint brown stain-eliciting a chuckle.

#stranger things #stranger things oc #hawkinsona #hawkins #stranger things fanfic #tara newman #daniel newman #hawkins high #eddie munson #stranger things 2 #hawkins high ballet team #hawkins lab

[ghostsxagain]

☼ ❥ ✖ [ salty munday meme ]

☼ How long do you stay mad?

It depends on the situation but honestly I have the ability to stay mad for quite some time. I hate conflict so I’ll ‘move on’ from it, but I won’t forget. It will fester in my brain and leave a shitty taste in my mouth until god knows when. 

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Yes! This more applies to IRL stuff from someone that hurt me really bad but yeah, a couple on here too. Usually I just need to take some time from the character, in an rp sense, and then we’re good to go again. FCs tho? Nah. Some of my bans are purely cuzz of people’s muses whoopsie. 

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

It’s so much pettier now than it was all those years ago. I don’t remember this much ooc drama or guilt tripping or general fuckery lol and that’s sad to see. I also could have just missed it all, and it has in fact been happening this whole time...

#meme reply #answered #laughing my anxiety off {ooc}

[whine-cellars]

The only acceptable title for a covid themed adult film is superspreader I will not take criticism

#shitpost #my brain is a wonderland of fuckery #Puns #Thoughts that have been festering in my notes app so I’m now inflicting them on you all

[glitchgeek]

I just.

I think I just need a hug.

Well. Hah. And for me to stop spite-reading hateful shit.

#glitch talks #i’m gonna say this once then get off my soap box lol #but. #what kind of person are you that gets off on being a ‘‘tea’’ blog. #a place where cowards can bitch and moan about other people. on anon. in one central festering pool. #we ain’t perfect. no shit. but you’re not making it any fucking better for anyone. #that... and just. the general fuckery of the world (thanks hozier) and multiple members of my close family are having health problems atm #and just. my anxiety in general being a dick. #bleh #this turned into a bigger vent than i was anticipating #sorry bout that #so how are you? #i hope you’re having a nice _time_of_day wherever you are #i hope you’re well-watered; well-fed; comfy