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zombie-boys · 2 years

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the current version of stranger things puzzle tales is going to shut down on the 15th (to make way for a new one, exclusively available via netflix)... and i completed my goal of filling up the catalog before then!!!

#stranger things #stranger things puzzle tales #wise words from will #i've had this goal ever since they announced that this version would be shutting down #and so every day i'd go on and use the radio to get more characters #and up until yesterday i had all but two - yellow max and purple dustin #and i finally got them!!! woohoo #it's funny i was so worried i wouldn't be able to complete the catalog that i actually had a dream about it recently #in which the people behind the game kept adding more and more new characters #so whenever i finally had all of the characters. they'd just spontaneously add like 5 more #it was ridiculous #anyway. my favorite characters in the game are as follows (in no particular order):#blue steve #yellow dustin #green dustin #red nancy #yellow erica #basically all the rest of them are decent except for any of the one-stars... and except for yellow mike #yellow mike sucks #(none of the mikes are that good to be honest...)#(just like in that other stranger things game where you only use mike because he has the bicycle. he's mostly useless hhghhghh)#(he needs a buff in the new puzzle tales)

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victusinveritas · 4 months

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Ernie Bushmiller (1947)

#red scare #ernie bushmiller #nancy comics #communism

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mrchill · 4 months

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Adie, organic tomato garden © Chill · +

#Chill #Adie #Outdoor #Summer #Nancy #Countryside #Red #Organic #Tomato #Dress

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robin-buck1ey · 2 years

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HOLD UP

THEY’VE KNOWN ABOUT RONANCE SINCE FUCKING 2019 IT COULD VERY MUCH BE FUCKING POSSIBLE YALL SUBDBDDHDHD IM LITERALLY DYING RIGHT NOW WHATTT LIKE I SAW THE FIRST ONE BUT THE SECOND AND THIRD ONE?!? THEY EVEN SAID FUCKING HI TO US ?!?!???? THEY SAID THE WORD “ronance” BROOO?!??!

SOME ONE SEDATE ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW MY DELUSIONS CAN NOT HANDLE THE POSSIBILITY OF NOT BEING DELUSIONS?!? WE STAY WINNING??

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hypnoticvamp · 1 year

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Fairuza Balk as Nancy Downs

The Craft (1996)

#goth aesthetic #goth #gothic #aesthetic #dark aesthetic #red aesthetic #witch #witch aesthetic #80s #90s #the craft #femme fatale #horror #horror girls #nancy downs

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collageofnudes · 1 month

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Nancy Anastasia (Nancy Ace , Nancy A)

#nancy anastasia #nancy ace #nancy a #table #red heels

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judasofsuburbia · 10 months

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no because...chrissy cunningham who moves in with robin buckley and nancy wheeler sophomore year of college and learns quickly why it’s only a two bedroom dorm. chrissy who is confused but keeps her myriad of questions to herself. chrissy who watches nancy and robin’s gentle affection: soft kisses, hand holding, squeezing hips, hands through hair. chrissy who is happy for them but conflicted because she’s never seen two people love each other in the way that robin and nancy do.

chrissy who gets a little flustered when robin is making breakfast in a tank top and boy shorts. chrissy whose mind goes blank when she watches nancy apply lipstick in the entryway mirror. chrissy who never hears them, because they’re respectful and wait until she leaves the dorm, but comes home from the library early one night. chrissy who stands frozen at the front door, unsure of whether to make her presence known or not. chrissy who has never heard sex sound like that and is warm all over.

chrissy who suppresses it and tries to meet nice men on campus but their kisses and touches are wrong in a way she can't explain. chrissy who gets drunk at a frat party with nancy and admits she’s never had an orgasm. nancy who shares a knowing look with robin and says, “come knock on our door sometime when you’re not half a bottle of wine deep.”

chrissy who doesn’t stop thinking about that comment for weeks. chrissy who is turning down guys left and right. chrissy who is trying, trying, trying to make herself feel the way she hears them feel but can’t. chrissy who puts on a cute pajama set and hypes herself up in the mirror. chrissy who hears robin and nancy giggling behind their door as her fist hovers over the wood. chrissy who raps her knuckles faintly.

chrissy who watches as the door opens to robin’s grinning face and nancy waving her in on the bed behind. chrissy who ends up lounging on the bed as nancy and robin run their hands all over her. nancy whose lips taste like cherry lipgloss and robin whose lips taste like carmex. robin whose tongue is on her neck while nancy takes her pj set off. robin whose hands are more possessive while nancy's hands are more explorative. chrissy who can't think straight as both of their hands are her, someone inside and someone rubbing circles into her clit. chrissy who nods her head when robin asks if she's close. chrissy who gasps when nancy holds up a toy that vibrates against her. chrissy who moans brokenly into robin's mouth then gets tilted to tangle her tongue with nancy. chrissy who has never felt this good in her life. chrissy who spends the rest of the night learning robin and nancy's bodies. chrissy who can't stop smiling because she feels so seen, so appreciated, so loved. chrissy who falls asleep squished and tangled between them. chrissy cunningham who starts to think that maybe a one bedroom dorm is the move for next semester.

#oh so she listens to red wine supernova by chappell roan and has thoughts about ronance + chrissy throuple??? is that it??????#IS THAT IT #i wont start another wip i WONT #anyway #emily writes #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #buckingham #wheelingham #ronance fics #buckwheelingham #chronance

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tricoufamily · 1 month

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me when i'm the worst person alive

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#jacques surrounding himself w brunette women in red dresses let's get you to bed grandpa #this is the fall #this is the fall: part 1 #ts4 #ts4 story #the sims 4 #hugo villareal #jacques villareal #nancy landgraab #geoffrey landgraab #malcolm landgraab

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antiqueanimals · 2 months

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Virginia Wildlife; vol. 33, no. 9. September, 1972. Cover illustration by Mrs. Robert Burneston, signed Nancy Lee Burneston.

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#mammals #canines #foxes #red foxes #Robert Burneston #Nancy Lee Burneston #fave

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ambriel-angstwitch · 22 days

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Bernard: Can I buy you breakfast?

Tim: I was going to play hard to get, but screw it. Yes.

Bernard: I'll come get you in ten?

Tim: Uh, more like 40 dude.

Bernard: 38. Final offer.

Tim: Sold 😘

#timbern #dc tim drake #tim drake #bernard dowd #source: Nancy drew and the palace of wisdom #incorrect dc quotes #dc incorrect quotes #red robin #tim drake x bernard dowd #bernard dowd x tim drake

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stoppingoftheheart · 10 months

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OTPs are like drugs, and im addicted to several of them

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 1 month

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The Wolf and The Witch

Part 1/?

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.

They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.

Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.

But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.

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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.

These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.

But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…

The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.

So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.

The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.

He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.

It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.

Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.

He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.

A werewolf.